Sickness and the Little Gap

[This is written in first person – “I.” It is meant to be read in first person, with the “I” being you, the reader.]

No mind is sick until another mind agrees they are separate. And thus it is their joint decision to be sick. If I withhold agreement and accept the part I play in making sickness real, the other mind cannot project its guilt without my aid in letting it perceive itself as separate and apart from me. Thus is the body not perceived as sick by both our minds from separate points of view. Uniting with another’s mind prevents the cause of sickness and perceived effects. Healing is the effect of minds that join, as sickness comes from minds that separate.

The miracle does nothing just because the minds are joined, and cannot separate. Yet in the dreaming has this been reversed, and separate minds are seen as bodies, which are separated and cannot join. Allowing another to be sick, by not feeling our fundamental oneness, abandons them to their dreams because I’m sharing them with them. The others have not seen the cause of sickness where it is, and I have overlooked the gap between us, where the sickness has been bred. We are thus joined in sickness, preserving the little gap unhealed, where sickness abides carefully protected, cherished and upheld by firm belief, lest God should come to bridge the little gap that leads to It. I need to stop fighting Its coming with sickness, dreams and illusions, for it is Its coming that I want above all things that seem to glisten in this dream of living.

The end of dreaming is the end of fear, and love was never in the world of dreams. The gap is little. Yet it holds the seeds of pestilence and every form of ill, because it is a wish to keep apart and not join. Thus it seems to give a cause to sickness which is not its cause. The purpose of the gap is all the cause that sickness has; for it was made to keep us separated, in a body which I see as if it were the cause of pain.

The cause of pain is separation, not the body, which is only its effect. Yet separation is but empty space, enclosing nothing, doing nothing, and as unsubstantial as the empty place between the ripples that a ship makes in passing. And covered just as fast as water rushes in to close the gap, and as the waves in joining, cover it. Where is the gap between the waves when they have joined, and covered up the space which seemed to keep them separate for a little while? Where are the grounds for sickness when the minds have joined to close the little gap between them, where the seeds of sickness seemed to grow?