“Death is the central dream from which all illusions stem.” (ACIM Manual For Teachers)
I am not a spun-away-from-Love two-sided being and neither are you; we are still one Self, One Love, simply Being. The worst that happened(s) is the belief in the unbalanced body being created by unbalanced thinking.
“The ‘reality’ of death is firmly rooted in the belief that God’s Son is a body.” (ACIM)
Belief is rooted in the sense of duality: belief is separate from knowing the qualities of the Divine Idea to create. Know that the Son of God is Guiltless; only the son of man, believing in the body as the source of life, entertains guilt over the belief in the effects of unbalanced thinking that is not of God’s Idea. No one is a body condemned to suffering and death unless one whims it so by way of listening to ego’s obsession with the senses — and even then, manifested whimsy is only temporary and cannot be sustained.
The Father is always Balanced, imagining a balanced body, and His Will is innately shared. There is One Son and His One Desire is the Father’s Will; his one desire is to manifest the Father’s Love. He wants not suffering and death, because he knows at his core it is not real. Like a little child at story time in the library, the child is there for the story-Teller – not the story. The Son is not found in symbols spun from the imagination of a misplaced identity, but in recognition of the Identity of the One Shared Self.
“Death has become life’s symbol. His (the Son’s) world is now a battleground, where contradiction reigns and opposites make endless war. Where there is death is peace impossible. Death is the symbol of the fear of God. His Love is blotted out in the idea, which holds it from awareness like a shield held up to obscure the sun.” (ACIM)
“Death denies life.” (ACIM)
The idea of death blots out the Reality of Eternity; it blots out the fact that the Love of creation is Always and Forever. All ideas not of Love are like childish whims; sourced by permanent, ever-lasting Love, the child can “afford” to whim. The world of children imagining unbalanced play comes into view by way of whimsy. The Son attaches a subjective self to an unbalanced whim and calls it his “own”, and is free to accept or resist all that he makes believe. The unbalanced whims of the Son seem real for awhile, but they are nothing, nothing at all. Guilt over having made nothing of oneself is still nothing.
“The worst that happened is belief,” (Byron Katie)
The worst that happens is the belief in death.
In every second there arises choice: to attach to an imaginary battle and share whimsy with death, or to relax into Relief and share Love with Self.
Darcie French 