My Ego’s Thought System

My ego’s thought system, the system I have set up to attempt separation from God, invariably gets my attention first. It is set up that way, to it seems, oppose God. Nothing can oppose God, yet my ego is adept at “slight of hand.” The “I, self and me, the -ism in egoism, is its own master of incredible trickery that makes sure it speaks first with its deception, hoping I will not pursue the matter by asking Him, Whom it fears greatest. My ego is certainly logical. Using the reasoning part of my (God’s) mind, it extracts only the finest vintage of lies to meet the occasion, yet reserving it’s very best for the most critical of moments, like death, or some of it’s other weapons of mass destruction, like sin and guilt.

In the ego’s slickest of operations, I loose my connection to God’s mind because of the very impenetrable nature of its power. Through its mis-use of course. So my ego must make use of this power while my mind chooses, yet cannot choose. I cannot choose to cut off God’s Voice, but I can trick myself into the insane belief I can, thus making up a causeless belief as a part of causelessness. As I experience this mis-creation in the very Mind that created me, I will be unhappy and depressed and not know really why. The ego generalizes its teaching to generalize what I effectively learn and then instructs me further to correct the pain of believing I can separate from God (now hidden to my awareness) by its own insane means, which involves one of its uppermost and primary skills: analytic thinking, so as to never expose its foundation, it’s constant and continuous form building, while burying content in the further most reaches of my mind, which, while hiding any remains (eternally) connected to its Source, tells me I have some other reality, primary in relation to God’s gift of Creation. This is insane. How can what is insane correct its very own core of insanity? That is where God comes in. I have an old and well advanced ego, which is why my only hope lies in meekness. “Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.”

How beautiful to recognize that all such thinking is just that, thinking.  There is nothing real about my thoughts or feelings because they were not thought with God — well at least most of them.  All loving thoughts are true and eternal.  A can think loving thoughts and be sure that every one of them has been preserved as my life here.  My peace rests on the foundation of knowing when I hear the truth within me, where God has placed an altar to His creation.  My peace rest on the foundation of knowing I have treated an encounter as holy, as all encounters are in God’s view.

Bodies Are Amazing

My body is amazing. All bodies are amazing. Mine has served me well all these decades. It continues to do so. I appreciate its giving me its appearance of life — taking me places, communicating with others, letting me see beauty, giving me pleasure, healing when it was sick or injured, protecting me when it senses danger, helping me to learn. When it wears out and finally collapses I will think how sorry I am to see it go. Thus, seeming to be the fount of my emotional states. It can carry forth a river of tears yet rise to laughter and joy. I have laughed so much in this body, tears running down my face, sides splitting joy and happiness with friends and family, or just sitting by self with a good movie. Of course, like all good things here in this world, there’s another side to it all. Where there is beauty there is dissonance; health, sickness; happiness, sadness; order, dis-order; having, not having; peace, war; light, darkness; life, death — on and on.  All felt by the body and interpreted as real. The body is a stage, a theater it seems, for the Bob show. Those who come have a ticket saying “Admit One” bringing their own theater to show their own show while they watch mine.

It watches all that it attends to while its heart beats a drum call to other bodies who care to listen. It’s blood races through its smooth streams carrying all kinds of messages to itself as to how to see a world. A world that is at best confusing, at its worst frightened of its own shows, which can be very, very sad or worried over its moments of happiness, which we are sure will die along with it. The body isn’t eternal but we think it ought to be. And we hope one day we’ll make it so.

What is it that drives a body? My ego loves such questions. Not because it has any answers. Only because questions it can’t answer for the questioner are its forte. It proves to itself that not providing an answer it most surely does not have will further it’s power over the questioner, who it has taught to tell itself it doesn’t deserve an answer now. Just keep searching to not find what you are searching for. Madness is the egos goal in all pursuits. Seek and do not find. The body is its life.

Because I can think as I want I have a body. However, thoughts can be unreal. Loving thoughts are real and, therefore, eternal. Truth is eternal, as is love. I can think what is true, therefore loving and eternal. I have no evidence bodies carry on after death. While I likewise cannot prove mind is real and eternal.  I do know my mind carries ideas.  My mind carries thoughts or ideas that never leave their source.  Anger never leaves its source, although we try to make it.  The best we can do is delude ourselves it has. But we’re always stuck with it, like a fly on fly paper.  Love on the other hand never leaves its source.  It is extended through creation and grows in its Source.   That is the same rule that governs anger and other insane feelings.   A bad idea has no effect because it has no cause. While love appears other directed in this world, in God’s world it is self directed.  It is the only thing we can give away and keep.



All perception is scarcity,  an attack on God. One might think that ignoring our Father is without consequence. After all I’m just leading my life, being human. God does not want us to just be human. He did not create human. He calls us to something well beyond that, another dimension, His reality. Oneness. Our illusion that we can be outside of Oneness and need anything, is just that, an illusion, an attack. While the Healer works within this illusion, using our form of illusion, to make the only journey we need ever make, we are still in an illusion of our own making. All forms of illusion are attack because they are our decision to oppose God’s creation, which is His will to extend and further extend over and over, His love for us and through us. My taking, of any kind, is my false self wishing I had something in place of God, centered on the decision I can then make the unreal, to finally,  grasping for a straw:  make eternal what I made. It is always the authority problem, the usurpation of God’s authority. The author of me. Better to be still and know that I am God, but only as I do the very same for you.

We make up perception while God uses it to bring us to the brink of our true selves where he replaces perception with Knowledge and our only true state of mind, His. Giving, as in for-giving. We are led to having, which in Truth is being. You are as God created you. If I appreciate you this way, I am then willing to know myself. In fact it is the only way I can know myself and return to our Father.