The peace and joy in staying fully present, in each moment, without judgment; and in the recognition that “being”, rather than “doing” is the natural state.
(Also, the most challenging in my life situation 🙃)
I love this post, Sean. I am grateful that you share.
Beautiful - thank you! “…all fear is conflict, and all love is communion, and all communion is healing.” I’ll add this as a mantra to my lesson for today.
I needed THIS terribly and am fairly certain ( all I NEED be) that I was led directly TO this, did not kinda stumble upon it through some fully volitional impulse, had I NOT read comments on your most recent post today, I would not have gotten to read this, something SO direct.I have been struggling with tremendous fear and anxiety for several years now.My life crashed and burned to some obvious extent after retiring from a vocation I bled most days to complete and after thirty five years, felt that I would likely be killed in this job where all standards of virus were inverted, and one was given renumeration to be a daily martyr.This is the FIRST time I can recall saying this, at least in print.ACIM groups are often worse than frustrating when dogmatic bromides are tossed about as quick formulas of denial.I do no recall MOST of my dreams, but I know that I fear them.One traumatic circumstance, like onto a curse, seem to come after retiring.I was by this point a serious ( enough) narcotic addict, had no stable let alone primary relationships, a stilted long distance one, was home invaded, robbed at knife point then ultimately, after a year of having a twenty year prison sentence hang over my head by myself being charged w/ assault by my assailant
Sean, you are kind and generous to share your personal stories that bring Course teaching to life. I appreciate it so much. This essay comes at a perfect time for me--of course. Today is almost the final day to submit my taxes. They're ready to go, have been ready for weeks. I can afford what's due. It "should" be easy. But I haven't filled in the forms or clicked "Submit," yet. The IRS is the man standing at the edge of my field, looking at my horses (bank account) and I am "you" feeling wary of "him." even though this moment is made of peace and generosity, as are all of the moments. Having been, in the past, down to my last penny, as the saying goes, a fear lingers. But that was then; it is not "now," and your experience reminds me that "all manner of things" not only "will be well," but *are* well right this minute. Only my fear makes them "unwell." Many thanks.
Sean thats true teaching I. Love your posts And want to know the title of your last book
This is a beautiful piece of writing. I will go back to this often. Thank you!
Ahhhh…
The peace and joy in staying fully present, in each moment, without judgment; and in the recognition that “being”, rather than “doing” is the natural state.
(Also, the most challenging in my life situation 🙃)
I love this post, Sean. I am grateful that you share.
🙏
Beautiful - thank you! “…all fear is conflict, and all love is communion, and all communion is healing.” I’ll add this as a mantra to my lesson for today.
I needed THIS terribly and am fairly certain ( all I NEED be) that I was led directly TO this, did not kinda stumble upon it through some fully volitional impulse, had I NOT read comments on your most recent post today, I would not have gotten to read this, something SO direct.I have been struggling with tremendous fear and anxiety for several years now.My life crashed and burned to some obvious extent after retiring from a vocation I bled most days to complete and after thirty five years, felt that I would likely be killed in this job where all standards of virus were inverted, and one was given renumeration to be a daily martyr.This is the FIRST time I can recall saying this, at least in print.ACIM groups are often worse than frustrating when dogmatic bromides are tossed about as quick formulas of denial.I do no recall MOST of my dreams, but I know that I fear them.One traumatic circumstance, like onto a curse, seem to come after retiring.I was by this point a serious ( enough) narcotic addict, had no stable let alone primary relationships, a stilted long distance one, was home invaded, robbed at knife point then ultimately, after a year of having a twenty year prison sentence hang over my head by myself being charged w/ assault by my assailant
Sean, you are kind and generous to share your personal stories that bring Course teaching to life. I appreciate it so much. This essay comes at a perfect time for me--of course. Today is almost the final day to submit my taxes. They're ready to go, have been ready for weeks. I can afford what's due. It "should" be easy. But I haven't filled in the forms or clicked "Submit," yet. The IRS is the man standing at the edge of my field, looking at my horses (bank account) and I am "you" feeling wary of "him." even though this moment is made of peace and generosity, as are all of the moments. Having been, in the past, down to my last penny, as the saying goes, a fear lingers. But that was then; it is not "now," and your experience reminds me that "all manner of things" not only "will be well," but *are* well right this minute. Only my fear makes them "unwell." Many thanks.
Thanks, Mark. Hope all is well.
~ Sean