I have learned on my spiritual path that “everything” is a projection of the mind, and until one transcends while in one’s earthly body, awakening from the life path of cause and effect, or what is also known as Karma, we are subjected to those continual thoughts and experiences of mind. And the senses are feeding back to us, thinking and believing that all we have been taught is real.
One’s transcendence from ignorance, to wisdom, to awakening, being one with the Light, occurs by perfecting ourselves in earthly lives so to merge back again with the True Source of our being. We are all learning and growing in ‘Schoolhouse Earth’ and on the road to this evolution. Each one of us through our life circumstances, is developing and growing in this direction through the vicissitudes of life, to merge and unite back with “Consciousness”, for our personal evolution is the only game in town… and is what we will eventually come to experience. (Vicissitudes, are changes of circumstances or fortune, typically one that is unwelcome or unpleasant).
This Poem “Illusion”, reminds me about the Grand Lela, which says that this life is a play within a larger Grand Play, of which the mystic teaching of Vedanta have also spoken of Maya, meaning illusion; since our minds construct a subjective experience, which we are in peril of interpreting as reality. We are all Divinely fueled by “One Spirit”.
I’m also reminded of what has been known as a children’s song, but to me this song is so deep and has a great deal of meaning to it.
“Row Row Row your boat… gently down the stream, merrily, merrily merrily, life is but a dream”!!!
ILLUSION
God and I in space alone
And nobody else in view.
“And where are the people, O Lord,” I said,
“The earth below, and the sky o’er head
And the dead whom once I knew?”
“That was a dream,” God smiled and said,
“A dream that seemed to be true.
There were no people, living or dead,
There was no earth, and no sky o’er head
There was only myself – in you.”
“Why do I feel no fear,” I asked,
“Meeting you here this way,
For I have sinned I know full well,
And is there heaven, and is there hell,
And is this the judgment day?”
“Nay, those were but dreams,” the Great God said,
“Dreams, that have ceased to be.
There are no such things as fear or sin,
There is no you – you never have been –
There is nothing at all but ME.”
“Yet so strong was the urge that I arose, went to my desk, and took up my pen and began to write. I was perfectly conscious, yet my mortal brain certainly had nothing to do with what my pen wrote down. It was as if some one thought for me. I watched my hand form the words with interest, as I would have watched a friend write. This is the poem which came under those peculiar conditions. It is the only experience of the kind which ever befell me. And oddly enough, it is the only one of my thousands of verses which I was ever able completely memorize and never forget. Whoever wrote it through me helps me to recall it.” (Ella Wheeler Wilcox)
Poem by, Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Blessings for all on own paths,
Rev. Linda Crane
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