…If You Can Read A Course in Miracles
You will never buy a book written by a truly enlightened person. The closest you may come is a transcript of a talk he/she was giving to someone, or group of someones for free. You will sit, or walk about, and wander through this human experience alone making what use you might of The Master’s presence, or perhaps having no awareness of it at all. But each of ours is a singular experience, and you are “right” just by making a choice, even if your choice is divining how everyone else is “wrong.”
At that Santa Monica school, they were fond of asking, “Would you rather be right, or in the Love?” Since I sit at the feet of The Master, a captive audience of sorts, I figure I am always in the Love. Being that that’s taken care of, I’d like to be right. I am right. But I don’t plan on making a case of it, or changing anybody for it.
According to all of the books and DVD’s all the new-thoughters are selling on quantum theory for dummies, we can power-of-positive-think ourselves right into anything we want. So why then should any of them need to slang books and DVD’s? Well, the argument goes, for those mystics feeling argumentative, “This is a mode to disseminate this information, which is as intrinsic to the creative vision as anything that I have prayed up for myself. What serves all serves me, and visa versa.” I’ll buy that. Though, You-too-can-have-anything-you-desire schemes for the masses are probably a bad bet. The masses never really want world peace, generally speaking. They want a boat. I know I do. There is no cumulative consciousness towards transcendence because there are very few individual ones. Bodies prevent that mostly, which is probably why The Master feeds us this stuff through an eyedropper over multiple lifetimes.
And why a lifetime at all; a body-bound lifetime of reactions and erroneous ideas? A Course in Miracles says we made it all up. It says it about ten million times embedded in page after page of obtuse prose, supposedly the channeled voice of Christ, or the Christ Consciousness. And why not? I read the book. It had to be too hard to write that shit for some fair weather mystic like me to have done it. But anyway, it says we created this illusion of separation from God that we cling to; that our self-imposed sense of separation is as good as actually being separate… The good news is it’s only a sense, and as soon as we chose to stop sensing it we will no longer be separate, but since we sense it, we’re pretty much fucked, because the sense that we’re sensing was being sensed before we were born, so that this is now the cumulative reality, rather than the still and unthreatening Oneness with Spirit that we might have if we weren’t so busy not having it. No one’s fault. Just the unfortunate situation wherein we discover ourselves to have created ourselves with no clue as to how we did it, or how to undo it. See how silly this stuff gets from the get-go? It posits that we are, in fact, One with The Divine, but are too crazy to be aware of it, which is not to say that it will necessarily be any easier to be aware of our oneness once we stop being crazy. In fact, the chances of stopping being crazy are quite slim, and so it might be better to get cozy with the idea that, no matter how One you are, you’re never gonna much experience it in it’s nirvanaesque beatitude. I would suggest that the relative truth of that, if you follow the breadcrumbs, would also make me way too crazy, or practical, to spend the next five or six years trying to digest the impossible and repetitively obscure scribblings in that way too big book when the upshot is that we remain forever at The Master’s feet, probably by design. Didn’t I say that? I said that, didn’t I?
