But pain drives forgiveness from my mind, fills in the empty spaces and proves the body must be real. It’s loud obscuring shrieks fill the space spirit occupies, making hearing Its still, small voice impossible. Pain compels attention drawing it away from spirit and focusing it upon itself. Pain’s purpose is the same as pleasure’s; they are both means for making the body real, filling the space, and denying our reality as spirit. Despite appearances, what shares a common purpose is the same. Pleasure and pain are equally unreal, because their purpose cannot be achieved. Thus they are means for nothing; for they have a goal without a meaning.
The ego shifts us from pain to pleasure, and back to pain. Both are witnesses for the same experience and carry the same message: we are here, within this body, and can be hurt. We can have pleasure, too, but only at the cost of pain. These witnesses are joined by many more. Each one seems different because it has a different name, and seems to answer to a different sound, but they are all the same. Call pleasure pain and it will hurt; call pain pleasure and it will feel good. That’s what S&M is all about. Ego’s witnesses but shift from name to name; one steps forward, the other back, but which is foremost hardly matters.
This body, purposeless within itself, holds all our memories and all our hopes. We use its eyes to see, its ears to hear, and let it tell us what it feels. It does not know. It tells us but the names we gave it to use, when we call forth the witnesses to its reality. We can not choose which among them is real, for which ever we choose is like the rest; we choose this name or that, nothing more. We do not make a witness true because we called him by truth’s name.
God’s witness sees no witnesses against the body. Nor does he listen to the witnesses who speak for its reality. He knows the body is not real; knows we are asleep with God, dreaming we are here; knows nothing could contain what we believe the body contains. For each witness for the body’s reality, he sends a witness to your life in him who knows no death. Each miracle makes no distinctions in the names by which the ego’s witnesses are called. It merely proves that what they represent had no effects.
The miracle is the experience of the holy instant, of grace, of bliss in the midst of fear. The one who brings the miracle perceives all the ego’s witnesses as one; knows there is no order of difficulty in miracles. As fear is witness to death, so the miracle is witness to life. The miracle works and forgives because it stands for what is past forgiveness and is true. How foolish and insane to think a miracle is bound by the laws it came to undo! The ego’s laws have different witnesses, attesting to different sufferings.
To the one who sends forth miracles to bless the world, a tiny stab of pain, a little worldly pleasure, and the throes of death itself are but a single sound; a call for healing, and a plaintive cry for help and to awaken from a world of misery. It is their sameness the miracle proves, for it dissolves the ‘laws’ that call them different and shows them to be powerless.
Let us be witnesses to the miracle, and not the laws of the ego. There is no need to suffer any more. But there is need for us to be healed, to awaken, to hear the still small voice and claim the holy instant. The resurrection of the world awaits our healing and happiness, that we may demonstrate our reality as spirit. Forgiveness and the holy instant will replace the ego’s world, if we will use them and allow them to. What better function could we serve but this; to be healed that we may heal, and suffer not the laws of the ego be applied to us, choosing the miracle and holy instant instead.
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