Monday, August 19, 2013

An Island Entire To Itself

Specialness is the function you gave yourself. Never doubt that it and the need you feel for it will disappear before your reality as spirit. With spirit you need nothing but It, like the lilies of the field who toil not. Specialness stands for you alone, as self-created, self-maintained, in need of nothing beyond yourself and un-joined to anything beyond the body and its needs. In specialness, you are a separate universe, an island entire unto yourself, always attacked and always furious, with anger always fully justified. Pursuing the purpose of specialness, you employ a vigilance and ferocity you never thought to yield, and effort you never thought could cease.

But enough! Now you are merely asked to pursue another goal, allow your specialness to serve a different purpose, with far less vigilance, less effort and with the grace of God the wind beneath your wings. Yet you find this difficult, a burden wearisome and tedious, too heavy to be borne. Never mind why this is so; it is so. But it need not be so. The choice is yours. Choose again. The test of everything on earth is: ‘What is it for?’ The answer makes it what it is for you. It has no meaning of itself, you give reality to it, according to the purpose that you choose.

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