What if I recognized this world is a hallucination? What if I really understood I made it up? What if I realized that those who seem to walk about in it, to sin and die, attack and murder and destroy themselves, are wholly unreal? Could I have faith in what I see, if I accepted this? And would I see it? Hallucinations disappear when they are recognized for what they are. This is the healing and the remedy. If I believe them not they are gone. And all I need to do is recognize that I did this. Once I accept this simple fact and take unto myself the power I gave them, I am released from them.

I forgive the past and let it go, for it is gone. I stand no longer on the ground that lies between the worlds. I have gone on, and reached the world that lies at Heaven's gate. There is no hindrance to the Will of God, nor any need that I repeat again a journey that was over long ago. I look gently on my brother, and behold the world in which perception of my hate has been transformed into a world of love.

The holiest of all the spots on earth is where an ancient hatred has become a present love.

I can be free of suffering today.

Father, I thank You for today, and for the freedom I am certain it will bring. This day is holy, for today I will be redeemed. My suffering is done. For I will hear Your Voice directing me to find Christ's vision through forgiveness, and be free forever from all suffering. Thanks for today, my Father. I was born into this world but to achieve this day, and what it holds in joy and freedom for me and for the world I made, which is released along with me today.

I am glad today! I am glad! There is no room for anything but joy and thanks today. My Father has redeemed His Son this day. I will be saved today. And not one of my brothers will remain in fear today, and not one that the Father will not gather to Himself, awake in Heaven in the Heart of Love.

The tiny instant I would keep and make eternal, passed away in Heaven too soon for anything to notice it had come. What disappeared too quickly to affect the simple knowledge of the Son of God can hardly still be there, for me to choose to be my teacher. Only in the past, an ancient past, too short to make a world in answer to creation, did this world appear to rise. So very long ago, for such a tiny interval of time, that not one note in Heaven's song was missed. Yet in each unforgiving act or thought, in every judgment and in all belief in sin, is that one instant still called back, as if it could be made again in time. I keep an ancient memory before my eyes. And when I live in memories alone I am unaware of where I am.

The world but demonstrates an ancient truth to me; I will believe that others do to me exactly what I think I did to them. But once deluded into blaming them I will not see the cause of what they do, because I want the guilt to rest on them.

Now I will pause and remain still a little while, to see how far I rise above the world when I release my mind from chains and let it seek the level where it finds itself at home. My mind is grateful to be free a while. It knows where it belongs. I need but free its wings, and it will fly in sureness and in joy to join its holy purpose. There it rest in its Creator, to be restored to sanity, to freedom and to love.