There is a place in me where this whole world has been forgotten; where no memory of sin and of illusion lingers still. There is a place in me which time has left, and echoes of eternity are heard. There is a resting place so still no sound except a hymn to Heaven rises up to gladden God the Father and I, the Son. Where We are is Heaven and is peace.

I swear not to die for I am the holy Son of God! For otherwise I make a bargain that I cannot keep. Being the Son of Life I cannot be killed. I am immortal as my Father. What I am cannot be changed. I am the only thing in all the universe that must be one. What seems eternal all will have an end. The stars will disappear, and night and day will be no more. All things that come and go, the tides, the seasons and the lives of men; all things that change with time and bloom and fade will not return. Where time has set an end is not where the eternal is. But I can never change because of what men made of me. I will be as I was and as I am, for time appointed not my destiny, nor set the hour of my birth and death. Forgiveness will not change me. Yet time waits upon forgiveness that the things of time may disappear because they have no use.

Beyond the body, beyond the sun and stars, past everything I see and yet somehow familiar, is an arc of golden light that stretches as I look into a great and shining circle. And all the circle fills with light before my eyes. The edges of the circle disappear, and what is in it is no longer contained at all. The light expands and covers everything, extending to infinity forever shining and with no break or limit anywhere. Within it everything is joined in perfect continuity. Nor is it possible to imagine that anything could be outside, for there is nowhere that this light is not. This is the vision of the Son of God, whom I know well. Here is the sight of him who knows his Father. Here is the memory of what I am; a part of this, with all of it within, and joined to all as surely as all is joined in me. I accept the vision that can show me this, and not the body. I know the ancient song, and know it well. Nothing will ever be as dear to me as is this ancient hymn of love that I, the Son of God sing to my Father still.

I am forever an Effect of God.

Father, I was created in Your Mind, a holy Thought that never left its home. I am forever Your Effect, and You forever and forever are my Cause. As You created me I have remained. Where You established me I still abide. And all Your attributes abide in me, because it is Your Will to have a Son so like his Cause that Cause and Its Effect are indistinguishable. I know that I am an Effect of God, and I have the power to create like You. As it is in Heaven, so it is on earth. Your plan I follow here, and at the end I know that You will gather Your effects into the tranquil Heaven of Your Love, where earth will vanish, and all separate thoughts unite in glory as the Son of God.

Today let me behold earth disappear, at first transformed, and then, forgiven, as it fades entirely into God's holy Will.

Without me there would be a lack in God, a Heaven incomplete, a son without a Father. There could be no universe and no reality. For what God wills is whole, and part of Him because His Will is one. Nothing alive that is not part of Him, and nothing is but is alive in Him. My brother's holiness shows me that God is one with him and me; that what he has is mine because I am not separate from him nor from his Father.

In me is all of Heaven. Every leaf that falls is given life in me. Each bird that ever sang will sing again in me. And every flower that ever bloomed has saved its perfume and its loveliness for me. What aim can supersede the Will of God and of I, His Son, that Heaven be restored to me for whom it was created as my only home? Nothing before and nothing after it. No other place; no other state nor time. Nothing beyond nor nearer. Nothing else. In any form. This can I bring to all the world, and all the thoughts that entered it and were mistaken for a little while. How better could my own mistakes be brought to truth than by my willingness to bring the light of Heaven with me, as I walk beyond the world of darkness into light?

And now I say "Amen." For Christ has come to dwell in the abode You set for Him before time was, in calm eternity. The journey closes, ending at the place where it began. No trace of it remains. Not one illusion is accorded faith, and not one spot of darkness still remains to hide the face of Christ from anyone. Thy Will is done, complete and perfectly, and all creation recognizes You, and knows You as the only Source it has. Clear in Your likeness does the Light shine forth from everything that lives and moves in You. For I have reached where all of us are one, and I am home, where You would have me be.