This World Is An Hallucination And You Are Light
"When you have looked on what seemed terrifying, and seen it change to sights of
loveliness and peace; when you have looked on scenes of violence and death, and watched them change to quiet views of gardens under open skies, with clear, life-giving water running happily beside them in dancing brooks that never waste
away; who need persuade you to accept the gift of vision? And after vision, who
is there who could refuse what must come after? Think but an instant just on this; you can behold the holiness God gave his Son. And never need you think that
there is something else for you to see."
- A Course in Miracles, Chapter 20, Section 8
"There is no problem, no event or situation, no perplexity that vision will not solve."
"Vision is freely given to those who ask to see."
"What if you recognized this world is an hallucination? What if you really understood you made it up? What if you realized that those who seem to walk about
in it, to sin and die, attack and murder and destroy themselves, are wholly unreal? Could you have faith in what you see, if you accepted this? And would you see it?
Hallucinations disappear when they are recognized for what they are. This is the
healing and the remedy. Believe them not and they are gone. And all you need to
do is recognize that *you* did this. Once you accept this simple fact and take unto yourself the power you gave them, you are released from them. One thing is
sure; hallucinations serve a purpose, and when that purpose is no longer held they
disappear. Therefore, the question never is whether you want them, but always, do
you want the purpose that they serve? This world seems to hold out many purposes,
each different and with different values. Yet they are all the same. Again there
is no order; only a seeming hierarchy of values.
Only two purposes are possible. And one is sin, the other holiness. Nothing is
in between, and which you choose determines what you see. For what you see is merely how you elect to meet your goal. Hallucinations serve to meet the goal of
madness. They are the means by which the outside world, projected from within, adjusts to sin and seems to witness to its reality. It still is true that nothing
is without. Yet upon nothing are all projections made. For it is the projection
that gives the "nothing" all the meaning that it holds.
What has no meaning cannot be perceived. And meaning always looks within to find
itself, and then looks out. All meaning that you give the world outside must thus
reflect the sight you saw within; or better, if you saw at all or merely judged against. Vision is the means by which the Holy Spirit translates your nightmares
into happy dreams; your wild hallucinations that show you all the fearful outcomes
of imagined sin into the calm and reassuring sights with which he would replace them. These gentle sights and sounds are looked on happily, and heard with joy.
They are his substitutes for all the terrifying sights and screaming sounds the ego's purpose brought to your horrified awareness. They step away from sin, reminding you that it is not reality which frightens you, and that the errors which you made can be corrected.
When you have looked on what seemed terrifying, and seen it change to sights of loveliness and peace; when you have looked on scenes of violence and death, and watched them change to quiet views of gardens under open skies, with clear, life-giving water running happily beside them in dancing brooks that never waste
away; who need persuade you to accept the gift of vision? And after vision, who
is there who could refuse what must come after? Think but an instant just on this; you can behold the holiness God gave his Son. And never need you think that
there is something else for you to see."
- A Course in Miracles, Chapter 20, Section 8
"There is no problem, no event or situation, no perplexity that vision will not solve."
"Vision is freely given to those who ask to see."
- A Course in Miracles, Chapter 20, Section 8
Vision will come to you at first in glimpses, but they will be enough to show you
what is given you who see your brother sinless. Truth is restored to you through
your desire, as it was lost to you through your desire for something else. Open
the holy place that you closed off by valuing the "something else," and what was
never lost will quietly return. It has been saved for you. Vision would not be
necessary had judgment not been made. Desire now its whole undoing, and it is done for you. Do you not want to know your own Identity? Would you not happily
exchange your doubts for certainty? Would you not willingly be free of misery, and learn again of joy? Your holy relationship offers all this to you.
Your holy relationship, the source of your salvation...
Jesus says the whole world is gone right now but you're saying it's still here, and why are you saying it's still here
Robert Monroe describes the following experience while out of body, in his ghost
body, or astral body, in the afterlife:
"BB darted outward and down and I joined his descent. . . . We began
to enter the familiar cleared areas in the haze. Houses, parks, fields of growing plants, woods, forests, large buildings, rows of churches, it went
on endlessly. Humanoid forms were busily occupying themselves in numerous earth-type activities.
BB flickered. (Haze is sure thick. What are they doing?)
I smoothed. (What they want to do.)
(Just milling around like that?)
(Some are fixing up their houses. Some are working. Let's see. Others are playing golf. There is a poker game going on in that building over there
. . .)
BB cut in. (What building over where? I don't get a percept on anything!)
I flickered. (No building?)
(Nope.)
(No houses, streets, trees, fields . . .)
(fust human-type forms moving around. And a lot of haze.)
I blanked and turned inward. The constructs�all of them were not
physical matter, so BB ought to be able to get percept of them in some
manner. The temporaries knew they were nonphysical; they built all of
this to be in familiar surroundings while they thought over and prepared
for their next human cycle, built it out of . . . I lighted. BB had no ident
on such, thus he couldn't pull a percept. It was strictly humans only. [BB had never been human]]
I smoothed. (I don't think your friend is here. Let's move on.)"
- Robert Monroe, Far Journeys, pp. 148-149
(Out of Body Travel and in the afterlife, which is the same as here, yet you were
born into here)
Compare this to the movie "What Dreams May Come"
Wife of Robin Williams character:
"How did we get here?"
Robin Williams character:
"Travel here is like everything else;
it's in your mind.
All you have to do is close your eyes, if you know where you're going. It looks
like we did."
http://bit.do/What-Dreams-May-Come-Movie
You'll have to close popups.
1:32 - 1:33
1:39 - 1:42:30 - wife's painting
Fast forward to 1:40:30 - Robin Williams makes his wife's painting appear in the
afterlife@ 1:42:30
1:40:30 - 1:42:30
You were born into these people's dreams?:
"Perhaps you think you did not make the world, but came unwillingly to what was made already, hardly waiting for your thoughts to give it meaning. Yet in truth
you found exactly what you looked for when you came."
"There is no world apart from what you wish, and herein lies your ultimate release. Change but your mind on what you want to see, and all the world must change accordingly. Ideas leave not their source. "
- A Course in Miracles, Workbook, Lesson 132
"Sometimes my navigation wasn't as good as I would like it to be. We
finally broke through the haze into a cleared area. This was my intended stopping point. To the right, the surf of a white-capped blue ocean
crashed regularly against a rocky shore. Overhead, the sky was a lighter
blue with no clouds. In front of us was a simple log cabin, and behind the cabin rose a forested mountain. It could be either Maine or California, but
it wasn't. It wasn't anything.
(Hey, why we stopping?) BB cut in.
(Ident Charlie. A friend of mine. Try it.)
He did, and I knew what was happening. All I was perceiving suddenly
came into BB, the ocean, the shore, cabin, sky, and mountain. He flickered.
(We back on your earth?)
I smoothed. (No, Charlie made it.)
BB blanked. (Charlie made it!)
(He likes to be reminded of his favorite physical place, so he made a
copy.)
(He can do that?)
(It's like a rote, almost.)
The door of the cabin opened, and Charlie came out. He was his usual
short, round-bodied, round-faced self and wearing his usual plaid shirt. His hair was dark and straight this time instead of his usual tight blond curls.
He approached and we shook hands. (Well, Robert, I see you got out
again.)
(Hi, Charlie. What happened to your hair?)
Charlie flickered. (I, uh, got a new friend. She likes it straight and brown, so I changed it. She's in the cabin. Want to meet her?)
(We just stopped by for a minute. Next time maybe.)
He looked in BB's direction. (You got somebody with you?)
I smoothed. (Yeah, a friend.)
He stared intently. (I can just barely see the edges of something.)
(Say hello to BB.)
Charlie looked dubious. (I can't see you, but hello, BB. Welcome to
Fantasy Land.)
BB flickered. (Uh, hello, Charlie.)
Surprise crossed Charlie's face. (I heard him! I heard him but I can't see him!)
BB rolled a little. (I get you fine, Charlie!)
Charlie turned to me. (You taught him the OOB routine. Now you have
a traveling companion. That's great!)
I smoothed. (Not exactly, Charlie. You see . . .)
(You will have to teach him to fine-tune a little better, Robert. I can't get even a clear outline, just something like heat distortion on the desert. You still hear me, uh, BB?)
BB must have pulled a percept from Charlie, who was wide open.
(Loud and clear, Charlie. Zero level, plus or minus three DB.)
Charlie looked pleased. (That's my language, BB! At least I hear you.
Say, how do you like what I've done here? Took some doing to get the ocean waves to hit the rocks accurately, I tell you. Hey, Robert, you like sunsets. Watch this one.)
We turned and looked out over the ocean. Slowly, the light blue sky
darkened, and flares of red, orange, and yellow melded together on the
horizon. Layers of clouds appeared which added perspective and texture to
the scene. The edges of the clouds took on rose and mauve hues. It
reminded me of Oahu in Hawaii.
Charlie turned to me. (How's that for a first draft?)
I explained to BB. (Charlie was an electronics engineer in his last physical life.)
(I thought I was pretty good,) Charlie added. (That was nothing compared
to what you can do here. What's your field, BB? You work with
Robert?)
BB flickered. (I'm from KT-95.)
Charlie looked puzzled. (KT-95? New one on me. Where's the company
located?)
I decided to give it to him straight. (He's not from earth, Charlie. He
isn�t even human.)
He looked taken aback, but only for a moment. (Now, come on, you�re
not going to start that kind of talk again!)
I laughed. (He's for real, Charlie.)"
- Robert Monroe, Far Journeys, pp. 195-197
"I reached ident BB and stretched.
CLICK!
...I had very little surprise at the location. I was on the grass in front of Charlie's cabin. BB and Charlie were over to one side, busily engaged in something. I went over to them just as BB perceived me.
(Hey, RAM!) He vibrated loudly. (Look what we�re making!)
Charlie was laughing. (I keep telling the kid you can't have a sailboat
and a hang glider all in one. Air and water aren�t the same!)
I flickered. (You can see him now, Charlie, visually?)
Charlie smiled. (Oh, sure. Worked that out the first day he got here. He
must have changed the ocean a hundred times before I got him stopped.
Had it yellow with square waves. How about that. But he's smart, catches
on fast.)
I smoothed. (Well, I hate to break it up, but I need BB here to do
something for me.)
BB opened. (You name it, RAM!)
Charlie waved. (Come on back, kid.)
BB rolled. (Who's to keep me away!)
Charlie shook his head and laughed, and I reached, stretched for the
ident INSPEC . . ."
- Robert Monroe, Far Journeys, pp. 232-233
"There was a small group of those whom I knew well that I had actually contacted,
after their physical exit, during an out-of-body experience. This group included... an engineer friend, Charlie, who died after a heart attack and whom I
discovered in a cabin on an ocean shore;
Charlie came first to mind, and with a light quick-switch focus I was in his self-created nonphysical cabin by the ocean. It was like being in a still picture. The sandy beach appeared normal but the cabin was empty. The clouds were immobile in the sky and the sun seemed stationary. There was no ocean breeze. Charlie was gone. If he had been there, everything would have been in motion."
- Robert Monroe, Ultimate Journey, pp. 231-233
Ultimate Journey:
https://tinyurl.com/Ultimate-Journey-pdf
Far Journeys:
https://tinyurl.com/Far-Journeys-pdf
Journeys Out of the Body:
https://tinyurl.com/Journeys-Out-Of-The-Body-pdf
[[Like no one would think there's any world.
But they do think there's a world; so what would be then.]]
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