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And now the blind can see, for that same song they sing in honor of their Creator gives praise to them as well. The blindness that they made will not withstand the memory of this song. And they will look upon the vision of the Son of God, remembering who he is they sing of. What is a miracle but this remembering? And who is there in whom this memory lies not? The light in one awakens it in all. And when I see it in my brother, I am remembering for everyone.
Today the lights of Heaven bend to me, to shine upon my eyelids as I rest beyond the world of darkness. Here is light my eyes can not behold. And yet my mind can see it plainly, and can understand. A day of grace is given me today, and I give thanks. This day I realize that what I feared to lose was only loss. Now do I understand there is no loss. For I have seen its opposite at last, and I am grateful that the choice is made.
The concept of the self stands like a shield, a silent barricade before the truth, and hides it from my sight. All things I see are images, because I look on them as through a barrier that dims my sight and warps my vision, so that I behold nothing with clarity. The light is kept from everything I see. At most, I glimpse a shadow of what lies beyond. At least, I merely look on darkness, and perceive the terrified imaginings that come from guilty thoughts and concepts born of fear. And what I see is hell, for fear is hell. All that is given me is for release; the sight, the vision and the inner Guide all lead me out of hell with those I love beside me, and the universe with them.
The Son of God is my Identity. My Self is holy beyond all the thoughts of holiness of which I now conceive. Its shimmering and perfect purity is far more brilliant than is any light that I have ever looked upon. Its love is limitless, with an intensity that holds all things within it, in the calm of quiet certainty. Its strength comes not from burning impulses which move the world, but from the boundless Love of God Himself. How far beyond this world my Self must be, and yet how near to me and close to God!
Father, I know my true Identity. Reveal It now to me who am Your Son, that I may waken to the truth in You, and know that Heaven is restored to me.
There is a light that this world cannot give. Yet I can give it, as it was given me. And as I give it, it shines forth to call me from the world and follow it. For this light will attract me as nothing in this world can do. And I will lay aside the world and find another. This other world is bright with love which I have given it. And here will everything remind me of my Father and His holy Son. Light is unlimited, and spreads across this world in quiet joy. All those I brought with me will shine on me, and I will shine on them in gratitude because they brought me here. My light will join with theirs in power so compelling, that it will draw the others out of darkness as I look on them.
The light has come. I am healed and I can heal. The light has come. I am saved and I can save. I am at peace, and I bring peace with me wherever I go. Darkness and turmoil and death have disappeared. The light has come.
