tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18406583.post-42442990849144377242007-06-28T12:40:00.000-05:002007-06-30T17:02:29.016-05:00It's Your Decision: Either Old Experiences, Beliefs, Perceptions, or New Experiences, Beliefs, Perceptions<p class="MsoNormal">If you were completely honest with yourself, you would have to admit that no matter how much you have tried to put together a life, there are times when you say to yourself, “There’s something seriously wrong here, and there must be a better way.”<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Fortunately for you, for all of us, not only is there a better way, but this way has been mapped out in a how-to-manual that appeared on this planet in 1975, <span style="font-weight: bold;">A Course in Miracles</span>.<span style=""> </span>This unworldly masterpiece was scribed by Helen Schucman who heard an “internal voice,” Jesus’ voice, <span style=""> </span>say to her on October 21, 1965, “This is a course in miracles, take notes.” For the next seven years, she dutifully transcribed the Text, Workbook, and Manual for Teachers. <span style="font-size:78%;">(Kenneth Wapnick, <span style="font-style: italic;">Absence from Felicity:</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" > </span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The Story of Helen </span>Schucman<span style="font-style: italic;"> and Her Scribing of A Course in Miracles</span>, Foundation for A Course in Miracles, 1991, p. 199.)</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">You are in the fix you’re in because you faithfully followed the instructions of an unwritten manual, folklore passed down through the generations, teaching you that seeing is believing.<span style=""> </span>You eagerly learned early on to trust as real what you see, hear, taste, smell and touch.<span style=""> </span>Whatever was not sensed was unreal.<span style=""> </span>This way of seeing seems completely natural.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Let’s test out this belief by being real specific.<span style=""> </span>Let’s take a look at what is around us.<span style=""> </span>I’ll go first.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I am sitting on my couch looking out of my window, gazing at the landscape bathed in the sunlight of a beautiful day in June.<span style=""> </span>I close my eyes and make the decision that when I open them, I want to see only the <i style="">objects</i> before me.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I see the cylindrical, mesh bird feeder containing black sunflower seeds.<span style=""> </span>A Cardinal alights and pecks at the seeds.<span style=""> </span>I am reminded of an incident when I was 6 or 7, and a friend and I were shooting at birds with BB guns.<span style=""> </span>We wounded a Blue Jay, and we were chasing it through the neighborhood, when an old lady came running out of her house, chastising us for killing birds, and we said it was a Blue Jay, and she immediately let us off the hook because that was OK by her, Blue Jays menaced other birds.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And other associations immediately flooded in.<span style=""> </span>At that time, my mother, father, sister and I lived in a little village, Moorepark, Michigan—my parents owned a general store, and we lived in the back in one room separated from the store by a curtain; no running water, only well water from a pump, an outhouse in the back; we went to a one-room schoolhouse, grades K-8, one teacher, Mrs. Steininger; across the street was a gunsmith, Bergie Hughey, who also ran a one-pump gas station; my friend, Rudy, and I played in the fields and swamps all day, exploring and hunting frogs with bows and arrows.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Whew.<span style=""> </span>Now, I am back from that trip down memory lane, and I am going to try it again.<span style=""> </span>This time, I will close my eyes, and when I open them, I will make the decision to look at only <i style="">the space between objects</i>, wanting to see, in effect, only the air.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Now I am looking with soft eyes, in fact, I am not seeing as much as experiencing.<span style=""> </span>Gazing in this manner, I find that my mind is peaceful, still, unoccupied, and tranquil.<span style=""> </span>I am scanning what is before me, but I am not naming objects, and since I am not naming things, I am not flooded with associations.<span style=""> </span>I am simply content; my mind is empty.<span style=""> </span>When I do look at something, like a bird at the feeder, I experience only love.<span style=""> </span>I continue gazing with soft eyes, becoming increasingly mellow, content, tranquil, loving, peaceful, unified and free.<span style=""> </span>A tree branch, laden with green leaves, lifts and falls in the soft breeze, the leaves shimmering, the tops green and the undersides flashing gold.</p><p class="MsoNormal">While writing the draft of this essay, I did the exercises and then wrote about my experience, and at this point, I went so far out, losing all sense of being a body, fading into a state of consciousness of oneness, of light, so that what was inside my mind and what was outside were blended together. At this point, I just decided to stay there, and I put down my pen for the day.</p>Now I am back, and this passage comes to mind.<br /><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">Beyond this world there is a world I want.<br />I choose to see that world instead of this,<br />for here is nothing that I really want.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Then close your eyes upon the world you see,</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />and in the silent darkness watch the lights</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">that are not of this world light one by one,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />until where one begins another ends</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />loses all meaning as they blend in one.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">W-p1.129.7:3-5</span><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">This is seeing through the eyes of Christ.<br /></p><span style="font-weight: bold;"> The present is the only time there is. </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />And so today, this instant, now, we come </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />to look upon what is forever there; </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />not in our sight, but in the eyes of Christ.</span> <span style="font-size:78%;"><br />W-p1.164.1:2,3</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The world fades easily away before </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />His sight. Its sounds grow dim.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">W-p1.164.2:1</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">There is a silence into which the world </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />can not intrude. There is an ancient peace </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />you carry in your heart and have not lost.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">W-p1164.4:1,2</span><br /><p class="MsoNormal">Now, Dear Reader, you try it.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">First, close your eyes and decide when you open them that you will want to see only objects, name them, and let your mind be flooded with associations.</p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">* * *<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Thank you.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Now, close your eyes and decide when you open them that you will look only at the space between objects, wanting to see only the air, if you will,<span style=""> </span>allowing your mind to be free.</p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">* * *<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Thank you.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">If you managed to let it all go, you may find it difficult to come back to reading this essay.<span style=""> </span>Good!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Take your time.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">What you may have experienced is a paradox, that seeing and naming objects now seems unreal; while looking at the air seems more Real.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">A “paradox” is defined as “a situation that seems to be absurd or contradictory, but in fact may be true.”<span style=""> </span>It comes from the Latin paradoxum, “contrary to opinion,” from dokein, meaning “to think.”</p><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Here is the paradox that underlies </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />the making of the world. This world is not </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />the Will of God, and so it is not real.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">W-p1.166.2:1,2</span><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal">In the Course Jesus teachers you to recognize that what you unconsciously, habitually, take for granted is not so. And in this recognition is an opportunity to experience something else, that which is Real.</p><span style="font-weight: bold;">You do not seem to doubt the world you see. </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">You do not really question what is shown </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">you through the body's eyes. Nor do you ask </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">why you believe it, even though you learned<br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">a long while since your senses do deceive. </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />That you believe them to the last detail </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />which they report is even stranger, when<br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">you pause to recollect how frequently </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />they have been faulty witnesses indeed! </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Why would you trust them so implicitly? </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Why but because of underlying doubt, </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />which you would hide with show of certainty?</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">W-p1.151.2</span><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal">All along you have been trying with <b style="">underlying doubt</b> to make the unreal, objective world, Real, thereby preventing yourself from experiencing what is Real.<span style=""> </span>That is why you are in the fix you’re in, and indeed, there is another way.</p><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Complete abstraction is the natural condition of the mind.</span><br /><br />“Abstraction” is defined as “a state in which one is deep in thought and not concentrating on the surroundings.” “Abstract” comes from the Latin <span style="font-style: italic;">abstrahere,</span> meaning “to drag away.” Our objective world seems to be natural, but in fact, it is unnatural, and our natural condition is to be dragged away from the objective world, from our surroundings.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Complete abstraction is the natural </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />condition of the mind. But part of it </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />is now unnatural. It does not look </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />on everything as one. It sees instead </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />but fragments of the whole, for only thus </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />could it invent the partial world you see. </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />The purpose of all seeing is to show </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />you what you wish to see. All hearing but </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />brings to your mind the sounds it wants to hear.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Thus were specifics made. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">W-p1.161.2,3:1</span><br /><br /><p>. . . <span style="font-weight: bold;">what you wish to see</span>.<span style=""> </span>Remember, in your practicing you closed your eyes and instructed yourself in what you wished to see.<span style=""> </span>You have the power of decision to see either the unreal, or the Real.<span style=""> </span>When you choose to see the unreal, <span style="font-weight: bold;">you carve it out of unity.</span></p><span style="font-weight: bold;">You live by symbols. You have made up names </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />for everything you see. Each one becomes </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />a separate entity, identified </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />by its own name. By this you carve it out of unity. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">W-p1.184.1:1-3</span><br /><br /><p>Now, everything is in place for you to begin to experience a better way.<span style=""> </span>The word “experience” comes from the Latin experiri, meaning “to try out.”<span style=""> </span>You just “tried out” seeing objects.<span style=""> </span>This experience of seeing leads to beliefs and beliefs lead to perception.<span style=""> </span>For your entire life, objects have seemed Real, leading you to trust that seeing is believing.<span style=""> </span>Then, a moment ago, you practiced seeing with soft eyes.<span style=""> </span>This experience could lead you to seeing something more real than objects, and this can lead you to a belief in the Real beyond the objective world.<o:p></o:p></p><span style="font-weight: bold;"> In effect, then, what you believe you do see. That is what I meant when I said, "Blessed are ye who have not seen and still believe," for those who believe in the resurrection will see it.</span> <span style="font-size:78%;"><br />T-11.V1.1:4,5</span><br /><br />The good news is that you can begin, right now, to change your beliefs by having new experiences, resulting in new interpretations and new beliefs, leading to new perceptions.<br /><br />Experience does teach.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">This course is perfectly clear. If you do not see it clearly, it is because you are interpreting against it, and therefore do not believe it. And since belief determines perception, you do not perceive what it means and therefore do not accept it. Yet different experiences lead to different beliefs and experience does teach. I am leading you to a new kind of experience that you will become less and less willing to deny. Learning of Christ is easy, for to perceive with him involves no strain at all. His perceptions are your natural awareness, and it is only the distortions you introduce that tire you. Let the Christ in you interpret for you, and do not try to limit what you see by narrow little beliefs that are unworthy of God's Son. For until Christ comes into his own, the Son of God will see himself as Fatherless. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">T-11.V1.3</span><br /><p>You no longer have to tire yourself out by maneuvering in your surroundings that have no source in Reality.<span style=""> </span>You can be aware of new experiences that will lead to new beliefs and new perceptions.</p><p>You can practice by looking at the space between objects.<br /><o:p></o:p></p> <p>Finally, you are always looking into a mirror, what is first “inside” is then “outside.”<span style=""> </span>You see what you decide to see, as the preceding exercise demonstrated.<span style=""> </span>If you decide to see old beliefs projected out, you will see in <span style=""> </span>your mirror an objective world.<span style=""> </span>If you decide to see through the eyes of Christ, you will see the reflection of love and peace that is your natural inheritance.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></p> <p>This is the way Jesus expresses it in a sonnet.<o:p style="font-weight: bold;"></o:p></p><span style="font-weight: bold;"> This world you seem to live in is not home<br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">to you. And somewhere in your mind you know </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />that this is true. A memory of home </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />keeps haunting you, as if there were a place </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />that called you to return, although you do </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />not recognize the voice, nor what it is </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />the voice reminds you of. Yet still you feel </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />an alien here, from somewhere all unknown. </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Nothing so definite that you could say </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />with certainty you are an exile here. </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Just a persistent feeling, sometimes not </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />more than a tiny throb, at other times </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />hardly remembered, actively dismissed, </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />but surely to return to mind again. </span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />W-p1.182.1</span><br /><br />This is not your Home, but you can learn to experience Home here by deciding to see in a better way by looking through the eyes of Christ.<br /><br />It is always your decision.<br /><br /><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /><o:p></o:p></p>Ray Comeauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01929116085896345582noreply@blogger.com