Reading this morning’s lesson in A Course in Miracles, I am moved to share the beginning:
‘God is the Love in which I forgive.’
“God does not forgive because He has never condemned. And there must condemnation before forgiveness is necessary. Forgiveness is the great need of this world, but that is because it is a world of illusions. Those who forgive are thus releasing themselves from illusions, while those who withhold forgiveness are binding themselves to them. As you condemn only yourself, so do you forgive only yourself.
Although God does not forgive, His Love is nevertheless the basis of forgiveness. Fear condemns, and love forgives. Forgiveness thus undoes what fear has produced returning the mind to the awareness of God. For this reason, forgiveness can truly be called salvation. It is the means by which illusions disappear.”
Reading this I am struck to notice that my ‘spiritual ego mind’ is irritated because it can’t wrap itself around this reading. It can’t take it in conceptually.
Thank God! How beautiful is that! Yes, and I can ‘know’ it in the deep silence of Soul. There I can totally merge with the truth of it!
I have begun to notice that once reality has been shaped into a concept, it is no longer real. The concept it just that –a concept, separate from the reality. It is just an illusion, a perception.
It is distinctly separate, and has chosen to separate from the experience of Oneness, that can only be accessed in the eternal present when Consciousness experiences Itself as Soul, and knowledge is just another face of the Love that is ever present in Oneness. The concept can point back towards Source but only when encapsulated in the Transmission of Soul Consciousness of the eternal present.
Forgiveness is Real, beyond all concepts. It is a gift that is received in the Oneness of the Love in which we all have our Being. In the Oneness of God all condemnation is erased.
We find ourselves once again as Rumi described, “
“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language even the phrase each other
doesn’t make sense.”