By Gonny According to A Course in Miracles, the world we see is not real.
It’s a dream. A projection of a thought of separation.
Well, that sounds a bit… theoretical. Perhaps a bit…I don’t want to say it, but I will say it : boring. Or maybe even scary.
What if we say:
‘The world is a playground, designed to experience what you are not?’
Now that gets more interesting.
Why all this experiencing?
God created His Son as an extension of Himself.
No bodies, no stuff, no politics, no wars, no discussions.
Just abstraction. Love. Light. Infinite Oneness.
Nothing to strive for, nothing to fear, because everything simply is.
And then… a playful idea occurred:
“What if I could experience ‘something’ else?
‘Something’ that’s not One. With contrast.
With inside and outside. With beginning and end.
With… pasta or spaghetti?”
That idea gave rise to a thought.
That thought gave rise to a projection.
And that projection became a world full of experiences.
To have experience, there must be difference.
A sunset is only beautiful because you also know rain.
Friendship touches your heart because you’ve felt loneliness.
Even silence becomes powerful only after noise.
Experience requires duality:
two sides of the same illusion.
Love or fear, light or dark, yes or no, good or bad,
tomato sauce or butter.
And so…to experience… became in the believe of separation (the ego) it’s favorite toy:
“Look! I feel this. I taste this. I hear this. I smell it. So I must exist!”
And even better: “My experience is the truth. Yours is nonsense.”
And that’s where confusion sets in.
In truth, nothing ever happened.
But within the dream, the Son…you and I in our true nature…
seemed to make billions/trillions of forms from the formless.
Not in reality, for only what’s eternal can be truly created.
But in thought. As symbolic dream images.
And within that dream, we gained the ability to experience.
Not to glorify the experience, but to learn from it.
To see through it.
ACIM says:
“I see nothing as it is now.”
“I have given everything I see all the meaning it has for me.”
(And yes, even your grandmother’s tomatosoup.)
One experience in many forms
The fact that we all experience the same thing differently,
the same wheather, the same song, the same sunrise,
shows something beautiful:
Consciousness contains it all.
Every experience is just a point of view. And all those different views together give a fuller image of the “something”… even if that “something” doesn’t truly exist.
In the dream, it seems real. And through millions of trillions of eyes,
-hearts, -reactions, the One Consciousness
watches itself.
“The Son of God is One. And in his seemingly split perception,
experiences everything through countless angles.
But He remains One.”
And somehow… that’s comforting.
Because you don’t need to experience it all.
‘Someone’ else will. 
And together…in the illusion of separation…the One Son
carries the fullness of all experience within Himself.
Until He’s had enough of it.
And wakes up.
What do we do with all these experiences?
We stop worshiping them.
We stop judging them.
We smile at them.
And we use them as mirrors.
And then…while eating pasta, arguing, or falling in love…
we may remember:
“This is only a dream.
And I am not what I experience.
I am what comes before it:
pure Thought, Love, Light… One.”
With love and light,
G.