ACIM Mentor

           In my memoir , I spoke of a long phase of having no comfort when nothing in my mind was familiar. The personal identity was gone. Something of ego remained, but it seemed generic and was awful, like nothing I experienced before, which I now know to have been insanity as I came out of the delusion of personal identity (ego). And I no longer had Spirit to “call on” as Comforter, Teacher, or Guide because I was Spirit! Yet, I had no idea how to be Spirit. Seeing had come, but I didn’t trust it when it involved the material world. Only much later, when I was writing my memoir, did I realize Seeing would have been my comfort if I could have consistently trusted it. Seeing , as I use the word with an uppercase “S”, is Spirit’s perception. And what Spirit Sees is Its Self. At its highest, Spirit Sees the Real World. The Real World does not involve the material world at all, like Seeing the Golden Light of Love. This is the purest Seeing of my Self. This I did trust, but it

              Buddhist parables:   “A monk set off on a long pilgrimage to find the Buddha. He devoted many years to his search until he finally reached the land where the Buddha was said to live. While crossing the river to this country, the monk looked around as the boatman rowed. He noticed something floating towards them. As it got closer, he realized that it was the corpse of a person. When it drifted so close that he could almost touch it, he suddenly recognized the dead body – it was his own! He lost all control and wailed at the sight of himself, still and lifeless, drifting along the river’s currents. That moment was the beginning of his liberation.”   “One day the Master announced that a young monk had reached an advanced state of enlightenment. The news caused some stir. Some of the monks went to see the young monk. ‘We heard you are enlightened. Is that true?’ they asked. ‘It is,’ he replied. ‘And how do you feel?’ ‘As miserable as ever,’ said the monk.”  

          Over a decade ago, I realized the Enlightened Mind was already here, whole and complete, within me. But the person continued to play a part in the world and seemed to still be in a process. I still had a sense of a part of me striving for Enlightenment. I did not know it at the time, but my identity had unconsciously shifted from a figure in a dream to the dreamer of a dream. And while the part of my mind in a process still dominated, I had become aware of the split in my mind in an ongoing way. What I did not know then that I know now is the idea of me that still seemed in a process was simply the expression of a predetermined role in the Atonement, the correction of the perception of separation from God, the story of time and consciousness,. And the sense of striving was ego. It merely tagged along with its own agenda, reaching for something it could never attain. More importantly, neither was me. Only the Enlightened Mind was me. Last week I wrote about the discomf

          When I wrote my memoir ( A Memoir of Christ: A Student of A Course in Miracles Awakens ), I struggled to convey the terribleness of the intensely uncomfortable experiences I had as I shifted from ego to Spirit-consciousness. I used words like darkness and disorientation and surreal and even horror but there was a quality to the overall experience that I could not accurately characterize for myself much less convey to others. It was dismayingly unexpected and unfamiliar. I thought maybe one day I would look back and understand. Well, that day came. I now know that I was experiencing insanity . I also said I knew I was experiencing ego as it really was, without denial or covers, yet insanity never occurred to me. When it finally did a few weeks ago, I felt relief. I finally had the appropriate description for my experiences. I now understand everything I went through.   “You cannot evaluate an insane belief system from within it. Its range precludes this. You can on