“Intet virkeligt kan trues. Intet uvirkeligt eksisterer. Heri ligger Guds fred.”

citat fra Et Kursus I Mirakler.

“Nothing real can be threatened. Nothing unreal exist. Herein lies the peace of God.” ACIM

In the middle of the night.

In dreamless sleep.

The light deep inside me woke me up.

And the realization came.

That this is what I am.

I am infinite being, having a human experience. Love is my bridge. Openness of heart and mind, my perception. Intimate, restful awareness is my walk.

On a journey through our galaxy and beyond it,

I saw myself in the form of light.

So tall I appeared.

And so surprisingly other than what my human mind could have dreamed up.

A design of unfathomable beauty and intelligence.

Like an oval Mandala composed by points of light.

Trillions of lights.

Each of them radiating like pure diamonds forming multidimensional patterns.

Pattern dancing within an egg-shaped, yet translucent frame.

Always moving, always changing.

Playfully twinkling and turning, seamlessly appearing from ever new angels, creating new constellations.

A vibrant, living, symphony of frequency.

Never a fixed something, but dynamic as ever.

I saw, that what I am, is potential.

Potential because of the potency inherent.

I see, that what you and I are, is raw potential.

I see and I bow.

Thank you.

Through The One all things come into being.

Not one thing comes into being except through The One.

The One;

“I create matter, in such a fashion, that its nature is empty. This is so that you human, when identifying with matter, experiences such profound emptiness, that you, in your anguish, will search relentlessly,  until you find your source.

But to find Source, you have to develop an organ of exceptional sensitivity to the subtle.

Explore with the innocence and imagination of a child, how this can be done.

Begin by a determined yet soft, always deepening,

listening, to the stillness in all things.

This will, in time, have all but Source fall away.”

I;

“When I close my eyes and touch the inside of my palm, with my fingers,

it is you, who is touching me.

Not one thing comes into being, except through You.

When my breath deepens and intensify,

You are the movement behind the air, that finds its way, down to my lungs and back out, through my parted lips.

Not one thing comes into being except through You.

Through You all things come into being.”