Come As You Are, NOW--the Rest is Optional---A Course in Miracles 18.5

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There is mind-numbing beauty and dazzling onnectivity in dumbfoundingly real four dimensions when the dream passes. Comparisons of before and after, concerns of disorientation due to detoxifying shock from displacement are irrelevant. Ghost stories lose interest. Horror scenes resemble liverwurst. The life of a man that ends in a journey up a hill carrying 80 pounds of lumber, to which he will be stapled with railraod spikes, to lose all his fluids and die--- ends abruptly when the iron in his hemoglobin supernovas all at once and transforms him into a pulse of light that transforms all the hemoglobin that ever was in body-bags that ever lived into a radiant sea of Pure Love. Things change, permantently into the ever-present. Imagine that--and you see IT in that person's face over there. The one who, it seemed just minutes before, was staring, slack jawed into space. Now there is intelligence, humor, and interest emanating from a person staring slack-jawed into space. But now it seems adorable.
Being in Kansas, this is what we do ovuh-heah [over-here]. We stand in a cornfield, click our loafers together and say, "There's no place like home, there's no place like home. There is the obvious 'over-the-rainbow' reference to ACIM, as though one CANNOT dial-in the Reality of the Holy Spirit in this situation of preceptual bombardment at all times--all the time-- yes this place comes at us without stop. What else does that?--[spoiler alert]--GOD. Do I detect a pattern? The problem isn't whether God or The Spirit is here or cares--the issue is that I do not know how I am running my perceptual hardware in such a way to see the ever-present Reality of Good which is the only thing that CAN come at me constantly, and in such depth of detail across time and space alike. I've been practicing .
We are on this long car trip from Kansas to the East Coast to visit J's family. While driving, I have made as many efforts as possible to anchor in these questions about Spirit and my lack of vision. How to find it, see it, become aware of it? It is possible, inevitable, even while I'm pinched between a peter-bilt and a Mac-Truck going around a turn in a construction zone at 70 mph. The goose-bumps are there with no impingement of the awareness that I can reach out and touch that guys mud flaps if I really wanted to. It has to be this way. I have to be able to 'generalize' (course term) the lessons in any circumstance. It IS more pleasant, even beautiful. I do receieve a new perception which I can't quite name, that makes the dust, heat, noise, and intensity more beautiful It is a beautiful world, even here--while fending off the visions of twisted metal, bodies, flat tires, or impossible traffic traps...faith...I guess. We'll get there, no doubt...more later. Maybe not.