This morning I opened Facebook, and the first thing I read was about the power of rich men like Epstein and other billionaires.

They always seem to escape… or let’s say: they are able, with their money, and therefore their power, to manipulate justice.

I don’t care if people are rich; if they’re happy, I’m happy. Why not?

But when I read that they use their power to abuse children or young women… my heart breaks.

In this moment I have two voices in my head.

One says: remember your own article of yesterday: Look at the bigger picture… Just let it go!

And the other that says: How do the rich and powerful always seem to slip through the cracks? No justice. No consequences.

Just… more ego, more noise, more worship.

And I’m supposed to be the one who looks away? Forgives? Moves on?

Yes, I know what A Course in Miracles says.

And I know that everything I see is a projection.

That nothing real can be threatened.

That forgiveness is the key to peace.

So I try. I truly do.

I think: He’s lost. They are sad men, driven by fear and madness.

I think: I can forgive their ignorance. I can forgive the illusion they represents.

I think: I can choose to see through the eyes of the Holy Spirit.

And then the pain of the victims crashes in.

The children. The silent ones.

The millions who still carry the weight.

Don’t they deserve peace too?

And yet… the Course doesn’t say: “Forgive only when justice is done.”

It says: Forgive because you are the light.

Because your forgiveness heals not just your mind, but the whole dream.

Still, something rings inside me like a bell: And now? What do I do?

Do I stop watching the news?

Do I bury my head in spiritual sand?

Will that make me a “better student” of the Course?

Maybe… it makes me more awake.

Not ignorant, but less hypnotized.

Because what I feed my mind becomes my inner landscape.

I’m not a struisvogel (ostrich) if I choose peace.

I’m a lighthouse, refusing to join the storm.

So no, I don’t excuse injustice.

I don’t pretend it’s okay.

But I remember: this is not the real world..this is not a real world…this is not a real word…thousand times if necessary.

The dream is loud.

But Love is louder.

And I want to be part of the awakening, not the rerun.

So yes, I forgive again and again and again.

And no, I won’t numb myself.

I’ll feel the pain and offer it to the light.

Because that is how I, you, everybody, heal the dream.

With love and light,

G.