Trying to soar free from a prison without upsetting the prison guards …
Sound familiar? Such is the human dilemma. A course in miracles gets kudos for milestones along the course, not for the miracle that disappears them.
As a child I was plagued by a recurring dream of hanging off the edge of a cliff over a body of raging water until one night I let go, and as I drowned, I was only rocked to sleep in a warm ocean of God’s Love. Death wasn’t at all what I thought it would be, and the dream never returned.
The world would like one to hang onto the dream forever, but it can’t be done. The grip of terror is released in the name of Self-Love.