<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720944217309572461</id><updated>2011-09-08T02:34:41.344+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You for Forgiveness</title><subtitle type='html'>Love is not learned. It's meaning lies within itself. And learning ends when you have recognized all it is not.That is the interference; that is what needs to be undone.
ACIM</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harveyolive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720944217309572461/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyolive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Harvey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231921109936220497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720944217309572461.post-3055695999718388342</id><published>2010-12-11T01:25:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T03:03:35.771+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomas Vieira has Passed but he Remains as a Light of this World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: lightsalmon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is from the &lt;i&gt;Take Me To Truth&lt;/i&gt; news letter&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lightsalmon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tomas Vieira has Passed&lt;br /&gt;but he Remains as a Light of this World&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Many  of our friends knew that Tomas chose a conscious journey to learn  Jesus’ “development of trust” (manual for Teachers, ACIM). He chose to  go &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; the way and did so recently, through the illusion of  cancer. He laid his dream body aside at 2am on the Sabbath, being Sunday  Dec. 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; 2010. We invite you all to join with us at this  time in celebrating LIFE and not the illusion of death. Tomas is  committed to exposing the lie that death is…we welcome you to unite with  us as the one invulnerable Son of God…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;With everlasting love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Tomas, Nouk, Rikki, Stacy and Tania &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read the full news letter follow this link &lt;br /&gt;http://hosted.verticalresponse.com/625604/9ba07db731/TEST/TEST/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom is Inspiration, please visit his you-tube channel &lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/tomasVieira1#p/a/u/2/dX_5ZUczWsA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meet Tomas about three years back when he and Nouk did a workshop in Brisbane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720944217309572461-3055695999718388342?l=harveyolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720944217309572461/posts/default/3055695999718388342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720944217309572461/posts/default/3055695999718388342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyolive.blogspot.com/2010/12/tomas-vieira-has-passed-but-he-remains.html' title='Tomas Vieira has Passed but he Remains as a Light of this World'/><author><name>Harvey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231921109936220497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720944217309572461.post-295282669087712190</id><published>2009-01-09T11:59:00.025+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T03:04:18.732+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer In New Zealand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zahxq8ZmQMc/SWbBZ3-WUHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zg7yBxsupN0/s1600-h/DSC02335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zahxq8ZmQMc/SWbBZ3-WUHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zg7yBxsupN0/s320/DSC02335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289127462659575922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished a summer vacation whirlwind family catch-up tor of the southern part of New Zealand (my home-land) with my three kids, James Rowena and Katherine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zahxq8ZmQMc/SWk67k9WdUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-90Tt4bXT2M/s1600-h/DSC02403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zahxq8ZmQMc/SWk67k9WdUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-90Tt4bXT2M/s200/DSC02403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289824032531051842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zahxq8ZmQMc/SWa6xIcCTgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LBoHEaCt8eU/s1600-h/DSC03048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zahxq8ZmQMc/SWa6xIcCTgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LBoHEaCt8eU/s320/DSC03048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289120165634657794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zahxq8ZmQMc/SWk7zyRM3WI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DDXDIiFEyCg/s1600-h/DSC02406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zahxq8ZmQMc/SWk7zyRM3WI/AAAAAAAAAB8/DDXDIiFEyCg/s200/DSC02406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289824998176644450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zahxq8ZmQMc/SWkw1h5MuzI/AAAAAAAAABM/Skal5lw106g/s1600-h/DSC02344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zahxq8ZmQMc/SWkw1h5MuzI/AAAAAAAAABM/Skal5lw106g/s200/DSC02344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289812933512837938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zahxq8ZmQMc/SWkxKKB9TiI/AAAAAAAAABU/d18YlMkG5Yk/s1600-h/DSC02349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zahxq8ZmQMc/SWkxKKB9TiI/AAAAAAAAABU/d18YlMkG5Yk/s200/DSC02349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289813287884377634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Mount Cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zahxq8ZmQMc/SWkxfJb9YOI/AAAAAAAAABc/Mjbpn9Dx6ao/s1600-h/DSC02340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zahxq8ZmQMc/SWkxfJb9YOI/AAAAAAAAABc/Mjbpn9Dx6ao/s200/DSC02340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289813648502251746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Queenstown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zahxq8ZmQMc/SWa_xw5lCoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zPE2IcG-GZg/s1600-h/DSC02409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zahxq8ZmQMc/SWa_xw5lCoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zPE2IcG-GZg/s200/DSC02409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289125674054126210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zahxq8ZmQMc/SWa-9X2gFjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/U2kRFSDr21Q/s1600-h/DSC02407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zahxq8ZmQMc/SWa-9X2gFjI/AAAAAAAAAAs/U2kRFSDr21Q/s320/DSC02407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289124773977134642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Five Rivers Retreat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece Paula and her husband Roger put us up for a few nights in their gorgeous farm house. This is just 1 hour from Queenstown and other major attractions and highly recommend them to any travelers. See their &lt;a href="http://www.fiveriversretreat.co.nz/location.html"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zahxq8ZmQMc/SWk2AcHDmzI/AAAAAAAAABk/NJD1CJTIAuE/s1600-h/DSC02358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zahxq8ZmQMc/SWk2AcHDmzI/AAAAAAAAABk/NJD1CJTIAuE/s200/DSC02358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289818618497047346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zahxq8ZmQMc/SWa41CG4TvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_t3SVAYa8nU/s1600-h/DSC02359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zahxq8ZmQMc/SWa41CG4TvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_t3SVAYa8nU/s200/DSC02359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289118033631530738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zahxq8ZmQMc/SWk3FFPcG0I/AAAAAAAAABs/e9cffmfCg1Y/s1600-h/DSC02357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zahxq8ZmQMc/SWk3FFPcG0I/AAAAAAAAABs/e9cffmfCg1Y/s200/DSC02357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289819797769165634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strawberry Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zahxq8ZmQMc/SWlCgg70lEI/AAAAAAAAACM/VflKOOJdBRU/s1600-h/DSC02654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zahxq8ZmQMc/SWlCgg70lEI/AAAAAAAAACM/VflKOOJdBRU/s200/DSC02654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289832363687449666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zahxq8ZmQMc/SWlD8jheN3I/AAAAAAAAACU/uz-T5ey7tBE/s1600-h/DSC02656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zahxq8ZmQMc/SWlD8jheN3I/AAAAAAAAACU/uz-T5ey7tBE/s200/DSC02656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289833944930203506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zahxq8ZmQMc/SWlAmE_GIPI/AAAAAAAAACE/jMHQYsjSGb8/s1600-h/DSC02648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zahxq8ZmQMc/SWlAmE_GIPI/AAAAAAAAACE/jMHQYsjSGb8/s200/DSC02648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289830260240949490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720944217309572461-295282669087712190?l=harveyolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720944217309572461/posts/default/295282669087712190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720944217309572461/posts/default/295282669087712190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyolive.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-zealand.html' title='Summer In New Zealand'/><author><name>Harvey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231921109936220497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zahxq8ZmQMc/SWbBZ3-WUHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zg7yBxsupN0/s72-c/DSC02335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720944217309572461.post-5975414515999028875</id><published>2008-07-24T13:22:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T19:16:34.065+10:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVES Messenger</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;LOVES Messenger&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;T-24.II.14. The key you threw away God gave your brother, whose holy hands would offer it to you when you were ready to accept His plan for your salvation in the place of yours. 2 How could this readiness be reached save through the sight of all your misery, and the awareness that your plan has failed, and will forever fail to bring you peace and joy of any kind? 3 Through this despair you travel now, yet it is but illusion of despair. 4 The death of specialness is not your death, but your awaking into life eternal. 5 You but emerge from an illusion of what you are to the acceptance of yourself as God created you.&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On August 1977 I was handed the &lt;b style=""&gt;golden key&lt;/b&gt; that briefly opened a door , long enough to let me “see” , and keep me searching until I found what I knew was true. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then, 20years old (suicidal, angry, bitter from guilt and twisted from acid and booze) I boarded an overnight express train in Melbourne (&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Australia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;) its destination, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Sydney&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As the train rushed through the black of night I stood between two carriages contemplating stepping into the blackness to end the torment of a disillusioned and failing life. This was the closest yet I had come to taking that final step. During the days before this night I had climbed my way via the fire escape, out onto the top of the apartment block on &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Flinders street&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; overlooking the central railway station, where I rented a small room with my diminishing savings. Each day on the roof, looking out at the horizon of peaceful clouds and migrating geese and swans and then to the noisy busy street below, feeling so confused, alien and alone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Out of the blue I received an invitation in the mail box, to my friend’s 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; birthday party in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Sydney&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. I’m still not sure how the letter found me but this was my last straw at which I grabbed (and unbeknown to me the first in a series of seemingly orchestrated situations). That same day I bought the train ticket with my last few dollars and walked across the street and boarded the train.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I turned away from where I stood staring into the darkness and fumbled my way through the carriage to my seat which was next to the window. Perhaps it was the prospect of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Sydney&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; that turned me from that final step into the blackness. In the isle seat was a middle aged man to whom I began an arrogant attempt at conversation, I found myself imposing my knowledge of some Harrikrishna book I had just read. I don’t remember too much of the actual dialogue we were involved with, but what was soon to happen, I could have never imagined possible.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;John, the gentleman to whom I was waffling to in the shadowy lighted carriage, turned to me and gently asked “what do you know about forgiveness?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I replied that I new very little, but from his sincerity I felt in the question, I was open to listen to him. He then went on to explain how un-forgiveness (grievance) was like a cancer and not only did it cause disease and suffering and pain for the person who held un-forgiveness (judgment) but also the person upon whom the judgment is aimed would also suffer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;These words gripped at my heart and I saw the bitterness and guilt I was carrying was as he had said, a cancer eating away at me causing my suffering and torment. I saw how I disguised this with a tough-guy arrogant image. I also saw those to whom I vented my judgment and anger at as undeserving of such poison. Especially too, my own family, as I could see that this was where my grievances were nurtured as a young boy. I was always playing the victim and holding grudges as a way of manipulating. It must have tormented my parents something awful.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For the mistakes and blindness I had fallen into I wept with forgiveness in the dimly lit carriage as it rattled through the night. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had cried myself to sleep while it was night and as I began to stir just as the early dawn had come,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I became aware of something very different, I was not sure what to make of myself as I felt completely different, no longer heavy and depressed, but as light as a feather and as I looked at my arms and hands I laughed and said to John “I feel as though&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have been washed from the inside out with crystal clear water and if&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could cut my limbs off&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would still be untouched”. “John”, I asked filled with a warm joy and a sense of oneness “what is this that has happened to me?” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;John proceeded to explain in few words that my forgiveness had set me free! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I looked out the window at the bush land as we speed through the hills and nature was singing to me through its newness. This excited me more and I felt as though I was one with everything and a deep ancient mysterious and infinite presence which I could not quite comprehend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;People in the carriage began to stir from their sleep and move around, and as I looked at them I could see them in their “innocence” and at the same time I was without judgment, just a pure unconditional acceptance. I saw the silly games they were playing with each other and I felt the pain that they were causing each other. I watched an elderly couple in their “special relationship” inflicting pain onto each other through their subtle verbal grievances as though this life long victimizing practice was a “normal relationship”. Yet I saw the victim scripts being played out from their unconsciousness. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I watched some young men luring an innocent girl toward their snare and felt like I wanted to warn her of the deception at play, but I was more the “passerby” and watched with amazement at my clarity of “vision”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I asked John where I could learn about this “whatever it is that has happened to me” and he mentioned a book called “Im ok, Your ok” ( Transactual analysis ?sp ). (Some days later I read the book but it was way out of my depth and I sought for understanding in other places.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The train climbed its way through the hills and emerged into fields before its final decent into &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Sydney&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. What followed I was not prepared for, and as the train turned a bend I gasped with horror as my new perception tried to comprehend this ugly and hideous sight. There out in the field stood the massive steel grey power pylon with thick power lines drooping of into the distance. To me it was insanity to behold such a wrong object in what was previously a vibrant and natural perception, now contaminated with something so wrong. I fumbled at trying to reason with it, only to say to John “this is so wrong” to which he just smiled, and within minutes I was seeing many such hiddious things strewn across the landscape. I realized that something was very wrong and had the strong feelings that man had gotten it all so very wrong. (I now understand the trick of ego and its illusions thanks to ACIM)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As the train soon wound its way into the urban sprawl of bricks and steal, passing through dirty train stations I was quickly to be overcome with what I could not reason with and a subtle fear began to take controle again though I felt it I new not how to manage it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At the central station I was reluctant to say a teary goodbye to my new friend though it was necessary. I would not see him for another seven years.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;grabbed a taxi down to the wharf&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;where I caught a Hydrofoil across to Manly which was at the far side of the harbor. This ride had another “shock” install for me which I realize now from AICM this was the ego sucking me back into its fearful illusion and deception. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As the hydrofoil skimmed gracefully across the water I was standing on the deck looking out&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;to the right hand side when there emerged this huge pitch black ugly hideous monster from beneath the surface. Fear of Death screamed at me and I shuddered with a terrifying thought that mankind could think of and make such a awful deathly thing. This Naval “submarine” was heading in the same direction as us but I could not stand to look upon it for what it symbolized…death. I had swallowed the illusion of fear hook line and sinker….I was falling asleep into the illusion of “separation” again, being without any compass to give me spiritual instruction or guidance I felt fear sucking the happiness away and I was now afraid of loosing my new found “awareness”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At reaching Manly wharf I was unsettled but still in awe of my initial awakening experience and felt a new hope that I could work it all out and get the joy back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Within a matter of two days I had all but lost the lightness and “vision” of my experience, but miracles didn’t stop and over the next few months I encountered some interesting twists and turns that gave me determination to not stop seeking for what I new was reality beyond the nightmare.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I could fill a book with the journey that followed but to round it off for a shortened version I will summarize by saying that I spent the next 20years fumbling around the labyrinths of Christian idealistic theology, riding on its roller-coasters and roundabouts grasping for that magic key that would give me “Vision” again. Little things along the way, like having the odd OBE which would rekindle the thirst for truth of what is behind all the seemingly infinitely mysterious realms and finding myself (for 10 more years) &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in yet another duelist labyrinth of explanations found at the New Age self-help buffet. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;BUT…at last I found DU, late last year (2006) and ACIM (before I finished DU), because I new without a doubt, this time, I was almost home…I had found my lost golden key….FORGIVENESS! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have found the door to my freedom which the key (loves messenger) is unlocking, thanks to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Gary&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and his remarkable book The Disappearance of the Universe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Here, the world outside is seen anew, without the shadow of guilt upon it. Here are you forgiven, for here you have forgiven everyone. Here is the new perception, where everything is bright and shinning with innocence, washed in the waters of forgiveness, and cleansed of every evil thought you had laid upon it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;…Yet even forgiveness is not the end. Forgiveness does make lovely, but it does not create. It is the source of healing, but it is the messenger of love, and not its source….The holy instant in which you were united is but the messenger of Love, sent from beyond forgiveness to remind you of all that lies beyond it. Yet it is through forgiveness that it will be remembered.” ACIM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720944217309572461-5975414515999028875?l=harveyolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720944217309572461/posts/default/5975414515999028875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720944217309572461/posts/default/5975414515999028875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyolive.blogspot.com/2008/07/loves-messenger.html' title='LOVES Messenger'/><author><name>Harvey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231921109936220497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720944217309572461.post-6540986572624978272</id><published>2008-07-23T20:38:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:41:34.681+10:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Big Fat Lies About Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>"6 Big Fat Lies About Forgiveness"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©2003 Karen Bentley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a difference between the more familiar social version of&lt;br /&gt;forgiveness and the less familiar spiritual version of forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;This is because the purpose of the social version of forgiveness is&lt;br /&gt;to assign or accept blame, whereas the purpose of the spiritual&lt;br /&gt;version of forgiveness is to undo the hate you have in your mind for&lt;br /&gt;self or another. As you can see, these two versions of forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;are not the same. One enables you to feel good, and the other makes&lt;br /&gt;you feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The social practice of forgiveness leaves you feeling bad because it&lt;br /&gt;does not undo hate. Many times, it makes hate stronger. Therefore, it&lt;br /&gt;does nothing truly useful and it has nothing to do with real&lt;br /&gt;forgiveness. The undoing of hate in the mind is very important&lt;br /&gt;because it's the key to happiness beyond your wildest expectations.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, the little known and underutilized spiritual practice of&lt;br /&gt;forgiveness is one of the great secrets of life. Keep that in mind as&lt;br /&gt;you reconsider six of the biggest, fattest lies about the social way&lt;br /&gt;in which we forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie #1: Saying the words "I forgive you" or "I apologize" is an act&lt;br /&gt;of forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;This is the biggest lie of all. While saying "I forgive you" or "I&lt;br /&gt;apologize" is a popular social convention for dealing with mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;it does not necessarily end the hate you have in your own mind or the&lt;br /&gt;hate that someone else holds against you. In fact, saying these words&lt;br /&gt;has the opposite effect of making the mistake more real and more&lt;br /&gt;serious rather than minimizing it. Remember when Tanya Harding&lt;br /&gt;publicly apologized to Nancy Kerrigan for having Nancy's knee whacked&lt;br /&gt;just before the winter Olympics in 1994? Even though Tanya said the&lt;br /&gt;right words and appeared to be sincere, the words did nothing to&lt;br /&gt;change Nancy's mind about Tanya's badness or wrongness. It most&lt;br /&gt;likely had the opposite effect of keeping Nancy's grudge alive rather&lt;br /&gt;than undoing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not to suggest that you should never say "I'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;or "excuse me for making a mistake." Rather, it's to ask you to&lt;br /&gt;become more conscious of why you are saying these words and what you&lt;br /&gt;are really doing. When you give an apology or demand one from someone&lt;br /&gt;else, you are not choosing to see goodness in self or another.&lt;br /&gt;Instead you are choosing to see the worst. And you get what you see.&lt;br /&gt;Always. Is the worst what you really want, dear reader? The spiritual&lt;br /&gt;practice of forgiveness develops your spiritual vision, which is the&lt;br /&gt;ability to see self or other at the highest possible level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie #2: Forgiveness takes a long time and may involve many steps.&lt;br /&gt;This is another popular social concept which is untrue. Many social&lt;br /&gt;and psychologically-oriented forgiveness practices involve several&lt;br /&gt;steps, stages, or degrees of forgiveness. First you think some more&lt;br /&gt;about the way you've been mistreated. Maybe you write down all the&lt;br /&gt;injustices. Then you get ready to forgive. Then you do this. Then you&lt;br /&gt;do that. Then maybe you write a letter or talk to a counselor about&lt;br /&gt;how badly you've been injured. Then you do something else. Yes, you&lt;br /&gt;can engage in this kind of angst and turmoil for as long as you want.&lt;br /&gt;And there's an advantage to it because your ego-based need for&lt;br /&gt;attention from others is fulfilled. But try to remember that this&lt;br /&gt;need does not make you happy, so ultimately there is no benefit.&lt;br /&gt;Wallowing in misery and delaying your joy is completely unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual forgiveness is not hard, time-consuming, complicated, or&lt;br /&gt;mysterious. It begins with the awareness of hate in your mind and&lt;br /&gt;ends with the tiny willingness to give it up. You practice&lt;br /&gt;forgiveness the very moment you change your mind about yourself or&lt;br /&gt;another being wrong or bad. So here is the question to ask yourself,&lt;br /&gt;dear reader. How long does it take to change your mind? Not even a&lt;br /&gt;second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie #3. Forgiveness only needs to be done once.&lt;br /&gt;In the social version of forgiveness, you say the words "I'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;or "forgive me" once, and typically the deed is done. However, this&lt;br /&gt;doesn't really work because the human mind is disorganized and&lt;br /&gt;untrained. Thoughts of badness or wrongness keep coming back again&lt;br /&gt;and again. Because the mind is so unruly, it's critical to approach&lt;br /&gt;forgiveness as a form of spiritual fitness, something you do for&lt;br /&gt;yourself on an ongoing basis, rather than a one-time event.&lt;br /&gt;Developing spiritual fitness is the same as developing physical&lt;br /&gt;fitness. You cannot expect to grow a big, beautiful bicep muscle by&lt;br /&gt;doing one repetition of a bicep curl. Likewise, you cannot expect to&lt;br /&gt;develop a mind that's free of hate by one small act of forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it works: A loveless thought about self or another enters&lt;br /&gt;the mind, and you notice it. Now you have a choice. It's always the&lt;br /&gt;same choice. You can keep the thought and indulge it, or you can&lt;br /&gt;change your mind and thereby undo (or transcend) the loveless&lt;br /&gt;thought. The loveless thought gets undone over and over, every time&lt;br /&gt;it presents itself, maybe several times a day. You just keep at it,&lt;br /&gt;like a diet. Eventually the thought is dismantled because there is no&lt;br /&gt;fresh investment of energy to keep it going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie #4. Forgiveness is painful.&lt;br /&gt;It's true that the social version of forgiveness can be very painful&lt;br /&gt;because it always involves assigning ownership for a mistake or&lt;br /&gt;admitting ownership for a mistake. Ugh! Of course that hurts! No&lt;br /&gt;wonder forgiveness has such a bad name! However, the spiritual&lt;br /&gt;version of forgiveness is not painful at all because it is the&lt;br /&gt;complete overlooking of blame. Therefore, real forgiveness results in&lt;br /&gt;joy, not pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie #5. Forgiveness means that you accept or condone certain acts and&lt;br /&gt;behaviors as okay.&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness is not the overlooking of a problem. It's the overlooking&lt;br /&gt;of the blame and the judgment of badness or wrongness that typically&lt;br /&gt;accompanies the problem. If, for example, your house is on fire, you&lt;br /&gt;can't overlook it and pretend that nothing's happening. You have to&lt;br /&gt;solve the problem at hand, put the fire out, tend to processing&lt;br /&gt;insurance claims and salvaging your belongings. Your mission is&lt;br /&gt;simply to solve your problems and make life more functional without&lt;br /&gt;the dose of attack, guilt, or blame that usually goes along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our world, love (or special attention) is given or withheld based&lt;br /&gt;on the performance or non performance of certain desirable behaviors.&lt;br /&gt;But if you give or withdraw your love based on what people do or&lt;br /&gt;don't do for you, then your love is completely and totally&lt;br /&gt;conditional. What you're offering is actually a bargain - not love.&lt;br /&gt;Real love is unconditional and unshakeable. While it is more pleasing&lt;br /&gt;to have people in the world behave the way you want them to behave&lt;br /&gt;and value what you want them to value, love is not dependent on the&lt;br /&gt;behavior or value system of others. Love is dependent on your&lt;br /&gt;decision to be a loving being and that is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie #6. Forgiveness corrects errors.&lt;br /&gt;The social practice of forgiveness often includes the provision that&lt;br /&gt;someone else must correct an offensive or inappropriate behavior. As&lt;br /&gt;you can by now see, this is yet another condition on love. Therefore,&lt;br /&gt;it cannot be love and must be hate. Since forgiveness is the undoing&lt;br /&gt;of hate, correction of another cannot be a form of forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;Correction of another is God's job, not ours. Our job is to accept&lt;br /&gt;our brothers and sisters "as they are." The hardest thing we are&lt;br /&gt;asked to do on the spiritual path is to witness a behavioral mistake&lt;br /&gt;in another without judgment or correction. Can you do it? Of course&lt;br /&gt;you can. A more important question is will you do it? Will you refuse&lt;br /&gt;to be shaken by the insanity of another? That is the test of peace&lt;br /&gt;you must pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want the people in our world to conform to our morally correct and&lt;br /&gt;uplifted standards, so it is always a challenge to remember that this&lt;br /&gt;is our fantasy about how the world "should be." This fantasy is the&lt;br /&gt;subtle way in which we all "dream" or "sleep." Because of this,&lt;br /&gt;spiritual forgiveness is a gentle way of awakening. Many of us give&lt;br /&gt;good lip service to wanting to awaken from our dreams and to become&lt;br /&gt;enlightened, but the bottom line is always the same. What we really&lt;br /&gt;want is for our brothers and sisters to awaken so that we don't have&lt;br /&gt;to do the work of being a loving being in the face of constant&lt;br /&gt;lovelessness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720944217309572461-6540986572624978272?l=harveyolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720944217309572461/posts/default/6540986572624978272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720944217309572461/posts/default/6540986572624978272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyolive.blogspot.com/2008/07/6-big-fat-lies-about-forgiveness.html' title='6 Big Fat Lies About Forgiveness'/><author><name>Harvey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231921109936220497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720944217309572461.post-2669113521803013760</id><published>2008-04-03T20:58:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:02:59.080+10:00</updated><title type='text'>PARADOX</title><content type='html'>PARADOX&lt;br /&gt;By Jed McKenna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never achieve spiritual enlightenment&lt;br /&gt;The you that you think of as you is not you,&lt;br /&gt;The you that thinks of you as you is not you.&lt;br /&gt;There is no you, so who wishes to become enlightened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is not enlightened?&lt;br /&gt;Who will become enlightened?&lt;br /&gt;Who will BE enlightened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enlightenment is your destiny – more certain than&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot fail to achieve enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;Were you told otherwise?&lt;br /&gt;Irresistible forces compel you. The universe insists.&lt;br /&gt;It's not within your power to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no path to enlightenment:&lt;br /&gt;It lies in all directions at all times.&lt;br /&gt;On the journey to enlightenment, you create and&lt;br /&gt;Destroy your own path with every step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can follow another's path.&lt;br /&gt;No one ca step off the path.&lt;br /&gt;No one can lead another.&lt;br /&gt;No one can turn back.&lt;br /&gt;No one can stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enlightenment is closer than your skin,&lt;br /&gt;More immediate than your next breadth,&lt;br /&gt;And forever beyond your reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It need not be sought because it cannot be found.&lt;br /&gt;It cannot be found because it is not lost.&lt;br /&gt;It cannot be lost because it is not other than that which seeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paradox is that there is no paradox.&lt;br /&gt;Is that not the damndest thing?&lt;br /&gt;..................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of the song from Van Morrison " Enlightenment", one of my top 10 for the century!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720944217309572461-2669113521803013760?l=harveyolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720944217309572461/posts/default/2669113521803013760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720944217309572461/posts/default/2669113521803013760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyolive.blogspot.com/2008/04/paradox.html' title='PARADOX'/><author><name>Harvey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231921109936220497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720944217309572461.post-3994505632558928726</id><published>2007-10-19T11:16:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:44:44.806+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Without forgiveness is the mind in chains</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;I was in the quicksands of depression for about three days late last week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally, while I had shut myself in my bedroom, laying on my bed most of Sunday, I was looking at a situation that had happened some 15 years ago, and realizing the mistake I had made during the then situation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I found myself both asking for forgiveness with many tears and forgiving myself for making the choice I did and realizing the suffering I have done to myself. Part of this suffering is what follows.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;I have been suffering in the last three or so years from heart palpitations which was almost non-stop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I first noticed these when I first got marry some 17 years ago, but only in the last three years, have they become so constant that they became of a real concern to me that I attended a heart specialist, who did the regular checks and what have you. He offered nothing more than I already knew. We both agreed it was due to a stressful marriage.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;I had previously believed it was the condition caused by diet, and so I was watching my diet and to see if there were any regularity&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;between when the palpitations would occur in conjunction with what I had eaten or drank.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was nothing noticeably consistent.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It wasn't too long before I realized&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;that my condition was the effect of anxiety and fear. Anyhow, without going too far into that, it was while&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;practicing and experiencing Real forgiveness this Sunday on my bed, that I had the sensation like l was almost at the point of crossing over totally into the mind of Christ. I was willing to, this much I know.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My breathing changed to a almost non existent.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, I was not conscious of my body at all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just a peaceful state.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This did not last long, and when I arose from a bed I did not notice any changes except for the peace that had replaced the self attacking depression and a gratitude for forgiveness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Later that night when I went to bed I noticed that normally, when I went to lay on my left side the&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;palpitations would increase&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and I would have to lay flat on my back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This time they did not.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were none.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I knew straight away that I had been healed, and to this day Thursday,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have had no symptoms whatsoever.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  Wisdom from ACIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;All things I think I see reflect ideas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;W-325.1. This is salvation's keynote: What I see reflects a process in my mind, which starts with my idea of what I want. 2 From there, the mind makes up an image of the thing the mind desires, judges valuable, and therefore seeks to find. 3 These images are then projected outward, looked upon, esteemed as real and guarded as one's own. 4 From insane wishes comes an insane world. 5 From judgment comes a world condemned. 6 And from forgiving thoughts a gentle world comes forth, with mercy for the holy Son of God, to offer him a kindly home where he can rest a while before he journeys on, and help his brothers walk ahead with him, and find the way to Heaven and to God.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Harvey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720944217309572461-3994505632558928726?l=harveyolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720944217309572461/posts/default/3994505632558928726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720944217309572461/posts/default/3994505632558928726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyolive.blogspot.com/2007/10/without-forgiveness-is-mind-in-chains.html' title='Without forgiveness is the mind in chains'/><author><name>Harvey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231921109936220497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720944217309572461.post-2153643679549658376</id><published>2007-07-18T06:23:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T13:57:56.802+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The miracle perceives everything AS IT IS</title><content type='html'>The partly innocent are apt to be quite foolish at times. (Thats me alright)&lt;br /&gt;It is not until their innocence becomes a genuine viewpoint which is universal in its&lt;br /&gt;application that it becomes wisdom. Innocent (or true) perception means that&lt;br /&gt;you NEVER misperceive and ALWAYS see truly. More simply, it means that you&lt;br /&gt;never see what does not really exist. When you lack confidence in what someone&lt;br /&gt;will do, you are attesting to your belief that he is not in his right mind.&lt;br /&gt;This is hardly a miracle-based frame of reference. It also has the disastrous&lt;br /&gt;effect of denying the creative power of the miracle.&lt;br /&gt;The miracle perceives everything AS IT IS. ACIM Text:38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is a Poem of appreciation to a great brother: Gary Renard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Once somewhere in the dream time&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Arten said to Pursah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Its time to make a din&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;These guys are still playin follow the leader&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;And just wont enter in&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;We have to find some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;st1:stockticker&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:stockticker&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Who doesn’t follow those silly ego rules.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;And so conjured a surprise visit&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;With this witty little guy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Who loved canned beer and rock.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;They knew this combination &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;When mixed together would win&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;The hearts and minds of those&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Who were willing to journey within.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;And so it was with this little guy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;That he did blaze the way&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Past the loud charades of vane egos fear&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Beyond the lofty peaks of spiritualized pride&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;He opened the way with just one key&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Quantum Forgiveness did open the gates to love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;And how the light did billow in&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;And this little guy &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Who loved canned beer and rock&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;Did become a mighty pioneer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6633ff; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;May the Course be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Harvey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720944217309572461-2153643679549658376?l=harveyolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720944217309572461/posts/default/2153643679549658376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720944217309572461/posts/default/2153643679549658376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyolive.blogspot.com/2007/07/miracle-perceives-everything-as-it-is.html' title='The miracle perceives everything AS IT IS'/><author><name>Harvey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231921109936220497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720944217309572461.post-7965470891314282411</id><published>2007-03-17T13:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T13:11:55.694+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Here is the answer! The Golden Key!</title><content type='html'>ACIM Workbook Lesson 122 - Forgiveness offers everything I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What could you want forgiveness cannot give? Do you want peace?&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness offers it. Do you want happiness, a quiet mind, a&lt;br /&gt;certainty of purpose, and a sense of worth and beauty that&lt;br /&gt;transcends the world? Do you want care and safety, and the warmth of&lt;br /&gt;sure protection always? Do you want a quietness that cannot be&lt;br /&gt;disturbed, a gentleness that never can be hurt, a deep, abiding&lt;br /&gt;comfort, and a rest so perfect it can never be upset?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All this forgiveness offers you, and more. It sparkles on your eyes&lt;br /&gt;as you awake, and gives you joy with which to meet the day. It&lt;br /&gt;soothes your forehead while you sleep, and rests upon your eyelids&lt;br /&gt;so you see no dreams of fear and evil, malice and attack. And when&lt;br /&gt;you wake again, it offers you another day of happiness and peace.&lt;br /&gt;All this forgiveness offers you, and more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Forgiveness lets the veil be lifted up that hides the face of&lt;br /&gt;Christ from those who look with unforgiving eyes upon the world. It&lt;br /&gt;lets you recognize the Son of God, and clears your memory of all&lt;br /&gt;dead thoughts so that remembrance of your Father can arise across&lt;br /&gt;the threshold of your mind. What would you want forgiveness cannot&lt;br /&gt;give? What gifts but these are worthy to be sought? What fancied&lt;br /&gt;value, trivial effect or transient promise, never to be kept, can&lt;br /&gt;hold more hope than what forgiveness brings?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why would you seek an answer other than the answer that will answer&lt;br /&gt;everything? Here is the perfect answer, given to imperfect&lt;br /&gt;questions, meaningless requests, halfhearted willingness to hear,&lt;br /&gt;and less than halfway diligence and partial trust. Here is the&lt;br /&gt;answer! Seek for it no more. You will not find another one instead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God's plan for your salvation cannot change, nor can it fail. Be&lt;br /&gt;thankful it remains exactly as He planned it. Changelessly it stands&lt;br /&gt;before you like an open door, with warmth and welcome calling from&lt;br /&gt;beyond the doorway, bidding you to enter in and make yourself at&lt;br /&gt;home, where you belong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here is the answer! Would you stand outside while all of Heaven&lt;br /&gt;waits for you within? Forgive and be forgiven. As you give you will&lt;br /&gt;receive. There is no plan but this for the salvation of the Son of&lt;br /&gt;God. Let us today rejoice that this is so, for here we have an&lt;br /&gt;answer, clear and plain, beyond deceit in its simplicity. All the&lt;br /&gt;complexities the world has spun of fragile cobwebs disappear before&lt;br /&gt;the power and the majesty of this extremely simple statement of the&lt;br /&gt;truth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here is the answer! Do not turn away in aimless wandering again.&lt;br /&gt;Accept salvation now. It is the gift of God, and not the world. The&lt;br /&gt;world can give no gifts of any value to a mind that has received&lt;br /&gt;what God has given as its own. God wills salvation be received&lt;br /&gt;today, and that the intricacies of your dreams no longer hide their&lt;br /&gt;nothingness from you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Open your eyes today and look upon a happy world of safety and of&lt;br /&gt;peace. Forgiveness is the means by which it comes to take the place&lt;br /&gt;of hell. In quietness it rises up to greet your open eyes, and fill&lt;br /&gt;your heart with deep tranquility as ancient truths, forever newly&lt;br /&gt;born, arise in your awareness. What you will remember then can never&lt;br /&gt;be described. Yet your forgiveness offers it to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus - a better Friend I will never find!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720944217309572461-7965470891314282411?l=harveyolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720944217309572461/posts/default/7965470891314282411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720944217309572461/posts/default/7965470891314282411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyolive.blogspot.com/2007/03/here-is-answer-golden-key.html' title='Here is the answer! The Golden Key!'/><author><name>Harvey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231921109936220497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720944217309572461.post-6439952059024317298</id><published>2007-03-13T22:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T23:10:33.581+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Course in Miracles takes no prisoners</title><content type='html'>This beautifully awesome summery of ACIM was Posted on the The Disappearance of the Universe Yahoo Forum by "Alan Dolit" (thanks Alan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently came across the following, although it was written by a&lt;br /&gt;Course student many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first moment I opened A Course in Miracles, I was drawn by its&lt;br /&gt;flawless beauty and poetry and heart, but stung fast by its&lt;br /&gt;insistence on hard work. A Course in Miracles is an elegant spiritual&lt;br /&gt;discipline both user-friendly and palpably practical, which focuses&lt;br /&gt;on our true identity, true silence, and true forgiveness. In the&lt;br /&gt;process of teaching those lessons ACIM demands something we may not&lt;br /&gt;want to give: a stunningly high level of devotion. In short, A Course&lt;br /&gt;in Miracles takes no prisoners. You either get down to learning the&lt;br /&gt;wide, wordless beauty of Love and the inescapable naughtiness of the&lt;br /&gt;ego, or you stay trapped in the back of the class with other ACIM&lt;br /&gt;students who try to evade the nature of our Real Identity, and the&lt;br /&gt;nature of Real Love. Let me tell you: many's the day I have spent in&lt;br /&gt;the back of the class wanting to toss A Course of Miracles into the&lt;br /&gt;trash. But, you see, I didn't. Or maybe I should say it another way:&lt;br /&gt;It didn't let me. Of course, mistakes are permitted when you study&lt;br /&gt;the deep, rich pages of A Course in Miracles, Permitted. :) They are&lt;br /&gt;profoundly expected The silent angel author of ACIM tells us our&lt;br /&gt;entire identity is a mistake and that our world is a dream. It&lt;br /&gt;follows, then, that all thoughts relating to our sly, temporal&lt;br /&gt;identity are mistakes by default. And our task, as fumbling initiates&lt;br /&gt;of A Course in Miracles is to learn how to See behind the dream; to&lt;br /&gt;learn how to Hear the still, small voice of God humming like faint&lt;br /&gt;strains of Bach in the depths of our Real Heart. That's the&lt;br /&gt;assignment in a nutshell. A Course in Miracles urges us to learn to&lt;br /&gt;listen to the sweet, divine music within daily, hourly, minutely,&lt;br /&gt;secondly as we breathe, as we move, as we walk, as we speak, as we&lt;br /&gt;pray and we are Home free. I have A Course in Miracles by my bedside.&lt;br /&gt;I have A Course in Miracles at my desk. I have A Course in Miracles&lt;br /&gt;in my briefcase. But most of all, 14 years after I discovered it, I&lt;br /&gt;have A Course in Miracles in my heart. by Elsa Joy Bailey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720944217309572461-6439952059024317298?l=harveyolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720944217309572461/posts/default/6439952059024317298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720944217309572461/posts/default/6439952059024317298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyolive.blogspot.com/2007/03/course-in-miracles-takes-no-prisoners.html' title='A Course in Miracles takes no prisoners'/><author><name>Harvey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231921109936220497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720944217309572461.post-5250654499646619710</id><published>2007-03-01T12:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T12:22:15.410+10:00</updated><title type='text'>there is no answer; only an experience</title><content type='html'>Snakes Alive………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am pretty blown away after reading Your Immortal Realty which is Gary Renards latest book. And I am more determined than ever toward a quest of  upholding the integrity of ACIM in what ever way I can. One example of this being something I wrote in the previous (December06) post about the email I had received via a friend which included an invitation by one self proclaimed guru of ACIM who calls himself “Master Teacher”, now when I first red his name I smelt a touch of “ego” mixed in there somewhere, but after reading the whole email I smelt a rat. &lt;br /&gt;Well, much to my surprise and my rat smelling ability being “ratified “ from what I red about halfway into Your Immortal Reality, Gary’s first hand experience with “Master Teacher” just blew me away. Not only were my first impressions confirmed but Gary had been pre-informed of his coming experience from his teachers Pursa and Artian, and of course the solution to the “attack” situation was what I call the golden key of ACIM – forgiveness! Forgiveness undoes the ego!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What this showed me is that there are a lot of mixed up users of ACIM just as there are an awful lot of mixed up users of  all spiritual teachings in this “Dream”.&lt;br /&gt;So, what else has been happening in ACIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  was reading DU again and being amazed at how much I never saw in the first reading, And that seems to be what many are saying too, from what I see on the forums. It (the experience of ACIM) just gets better and better.&lt;br /&gt;I feel honored to be in the ACIM community in these days and know that what we do to keep the message clear today will give longevity to an un-corrupted message for the generations to come and that as the course says “save time”. An overview of the mess the original teachings of Jesus got into not long after his transition and how screwed up they are today through the help of the ego should be a wake up call enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720944217309572461-5250654499646619710?l=harveyolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720944217309572461/posts/default/5250654499646619710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720944217309572461/posts/default/5250654499646619710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyolive.blogspot.com/2007/03/there-is-no-answer-only-experience.html' title='there is no answer; only an experience'/><author><name>Harvey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231921109936220497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720944217309572461.post-2923569955044755437</id><published>2006-12-09T15:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T15:18:09.986+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need Do Nothing</title><content type='html'>I red most of Timothy Freke’s  “Jesus and the Goddess” and found myself getting nowhere I really wanted to go, and was loosing the nice sense of “love” that I have acquired through my study of ACIM. So I have put “Jesus and the Goddess” in the cupboard for whenever, which may be never! Took another two weeks to get back in sync with my “love” state.&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying this “love” relationship that IS NOW, and do not want to sabotage it through some other philo-sophy tangent, so I askd the HS for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really is a love RELATIONSHIP, and what happened some days ago proved this to me. I was reading a passage in the ACIM Text section (18:The Dream and Reality) and came across a portion describing the difference between a DREAM and TRANSPORTATION, which caught my attention as I used to be a searcher for the methods of inducing the OUT of BODY EXPERIENCE. The explanation of what this experience is is totally different from the other schools of thought I had learned and so ACIM had a moving effect on me bringing me to a strong desire for guidance while asking / praying (with tears yet again).&lt;br /&gt;Reason I started searching those years ago was because I had such (guided) OBE experiences in my 20s and wanted more answers to the questions they caused within me. Of which only these past few days do I NOW understand why my searching has been so painful and frustrating from the multitudes of tedious theories and methods practiced.&lt;br /&gt;Well the ACIM is all about “saving time” and I could have saved 20years if somehow I new this back then.&lt;br /&gt;Never the less, my recent (guided) “transportation” experience was without doubt a most beautiful timeless moment to have experienced,…”melting into” ONE with “God” (God being a state not “a being” according to ACIM).&lt;br /&gt;I am consumed with gratitude for this relationship experience and the lesson of “I Need Do Nothing”...a statement of allegiance, a truly undivided loyalty.”&lt;br /&gt;Not much has changed on the “outside?” yet, still wrestling with illusions (fears) of the daily grind (situations) etc…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an email last week from an ACIM self professed guru, perhaps this sounds cynical, and maybe it is, but I count myself lucky to have gotten off to a good start with ACIM and come in through “the right door”, so to speak. You see just like there are many hundreds of religions (entrapping themselves in absolute and literal dogmas) and their break-away denominations repeating the same silly mistakes, so it seems that it is this same way of the same “ego” interfering with ACIM. The “ego” loves to divide (dualism) and keep the illusion of separation alive, thus with ACIM there have arisen different interpretations of the original, thus interpreters i.e. Master Teachers, Pastors and Gurus.&lt;br /&gt;Now my reasoning is this: if I read my ACIM right, there is no need for an interpreter as the Holy Spirit will assist you toward truth…why do we need yet another “ego” involved? Yes, sometimes I want some person to talk to about aspects I’m reading, but I am glad that I seem to be directed to the right forum or website that has the explanation right there for me when I need it. I love the guidance in this!&lt;br /&gt;So this email I received tells me this Master Teacher has been told by Jesus that JESUS will appear this weekend 8-10th Dec, to him and his disciples. And has asked for everyone to get there if they love him.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps time will show me something new about what I feel about these misguided people…and for now “I forgive him”, “forgive me too for my perception since it may well be distorted”. The book The Disapparence of the Universe has a good explaniation of this fragmentation going on…(see links), Looking forward to reading more in his latest book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A dangerous thing happens when a man discovers his own truth. … He no longer finds himself bound by the dogma of some body of thought that supposedly holds the keys to his salvation. He has fought his way out of the cage and earned his freedom. And no one who controls him or hopes to in the future wants to see that happen.” http://blairwarren.com/blog/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Had the joy of going to a John Butler Trio concert on Wed evening with my son James (13), I love his music even more now. The words of one song comes to mind that I will close this post with…”all I know is, all I know is, I LOVE YOU, and I LOVE YOU”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720944217309572461-2923569955044755437?l=harveyolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720944217309572461/posts/default/2923569955044755437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720944217309572461/posts/default/2923569955044755437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyolive.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-need-do-nothing.html' title='I Need Do Nothing'/><author><name>Harvey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231921109936220497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6720944217309572461.post-5763195452214159966</id><published>2006-11-18T15:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T18:04:43.148+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing through smoke and mirrors</title><content type='html'>Plaese note: I am not fully awake from the illusion of this dream yet but I am working at it and things are happening which gives me confidence that some day soon I will wake and I hope you can join with me to too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNAKE OIL&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, here goes my endeavor to communicate some relatively clear thoughts and ideas that I have arrived at and will most likely move on from as the illusion of time advances into its nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;I have literally been weeping over the feelings of being a prey to all the deceit and trickery spewed forth from these so called self-help teachers who seem to get obscenely wealthy from their half baked teachings on enlightenment and the many faces it is portrayed through in the multimedia marketing machine. A lot of smoke and mirrors are used to market their regurgitated half truths, baiting on to another regurgitated publication which is promised to contain the secret to the mysteries etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, I have recently become a student of the famed “A Course In Miracles” which I can happily say is without ownership so is not being marketed by myself. Though there are many “gurus” who are marketing ACIM. Thus making of it another religion which essentially it is NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel relieved that I bypassed these sellers of truth and have found myself in amongst a pretty sincere bunch of fellow “beings”. I guess I must be getting sharper at recognizing the sellers of truth because I find I can ignore them totally since they have an agenda of their own making (of such things I am so tired). Or perhaps it is true after all “ask (in the depths of your heart) and you will receive”. &lt;br /&gt;I have put the link on the side for any reader who might want the free ACIM book of which they ask for postage and any free will offering toward the cause of ACIM. I am really grateful to the FACIM&lt;br /&gt;What is the Cause or should I say Effect of ACIM? &lt;br /&gt;Gee, I wish I could give a scholarly answer but best I can say is it is to correct the wrong thinking that keeps giving us the  results we wish we didn’t keep getting. &lt;br /&gt;ACIM is presented to us in the language of the Christian form ie Father Son and Holy Spirit etc, but the content is definitely not of the now day Christian religious literalist and authoritarian agenda that keep the dualistic ego machine at war (us and them). &lt;br /&gt;I looked at ACIM some years ago and thought it was not for me …looked like too much hard work was required and thought it too close to Christianity of which I had divorced myself from due to so personal experiensual revelations…But here I am some 2 or more years later and two months into ACIM and seeing amazing things going on within and without. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, what changed my mind toward ACIM..the book The Disappearance of the Universe. Great read and the author seems (in my reckoning) to be part of the “sincere bunch of beings I mentioned earlier.&lt;br /&gt;So ACIM is one of those things in life that is essential “when the student is ready”. I don’t know how I will go overall, as I am not the most diligent of studiers by any means so I might not pass the “course” and get my degree, thereby being accepted by the gullible and hence receive their testimonies of how I have healed them and opened their eyes etc…thus endorsing my own version of SNAKE OIL. Or, perhaps that might just motivate me to create my own version and interpretation of ACIM and whola… I am an instant guru of ACIM…hmmm! (and off we go …another ego centered dualist religion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One amazing thing I am experiencing is the parallel (unity) understandings and truths of what I am learning in ACIM and what has come alive to me out of a little book I bought 12 months ago. Then the little book called Lucid Living didn’t do anything for me as it “promised” it would. But these past few days I picked it up again and gave it another investigative browse and Wholaa… they are both saying the same thing from slightly different angles but the reality is getting brighter and I find I have a nice smile from the awareness that I entertain every time I flip it on, so to speak. You have to read the little book to get what I mean, but it works a wonder and is turning my “world inside out” as the author Timothy Freke says, and as ACIM says “corrects our upside-down thinking.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t personally have any desire to consciously call myself anything be it Christian or Gnostic since it seems from my perception at this point that this kind of labeling serves a dualistic purpose of separation rather than a unifying outcome. Though I have enjoyed calling myself lately Consultant, Trader, Investor, Researcher, and Blogger all of which are relative to what I do. I don’t do Christianity or Gnosticisim….hmmm phew..thank God for that!&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand I still do do Depression, lack, self-sabatage etc…or rather have done those things and only recently too, and thus call myself all sorts of negative things which this sort of self attacking is just not on any more, self love is seriously important, but that is what ACIM is addressing with me and I am confident those latter insane occupations will become redundant soon enough having begun to see their illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im greatful to the honest beings bringing healing to other beings in this life-dream of which we are all ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6720944217309572461-5763195452214159966?l=harveyolive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720944217309572461/posts/default/5763195452214159966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6720944217309572461/posts/default/5763195452214159966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harveyolive.blogspot.com/2006/11/seeing-through-smoke-and-mirrors.html' title='Seeing through smoke and mirrors'/><author><name>Harvey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231921109936220497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
