What Is Salvation?

(A reflection inspired by A Course in Miracles – W-pII.2)

Have you ever tried to solve a problem that didn’t really exist? Like looking for your sunglasses while they’re on your head? Or calling your phone from someone else’s phone, only to find it buzzing… in your own pocket?

Salvation is a bit like that.

Not because you’re forgetful or silly (well, maybe just a little, we all are in this dream), but because you were never actually lost to begin with.

Imagine God making a pinky promise with you before time began:

“No matter how lost you think you get, you will find your way back to Me.”

That’s not a conditional contract. It’s not, “If you read ACIM for at least ten years and do your lessons every day, become vegan (or not) , and chant in Sanskrit.” No. It’s an unbreakable promise. A guarantee.

Time itself will end, because time is just a dream of separation. And when that dream dissolves, so do all those anxious thoughts born in time. What’s left? Only peace.

The very instant the mind thought of war (also known as separation), the Thought of Peace was given.

Let’s say the mind split like a vase falling off a table. In that same micro-moment, the “glue” was provided too. No waiting. No punishment. Just instant compassion.

The funny part? The glue was already inside the vase. It just forgot.

Undoing by doing nnnnnothing?!

Salvation doesn’t attack illusions. It doesn’t need a sword or a megaphone. It simply refuses to support the dream. It sits quietly, sipping tea or coffee, while illusions collapse under their own weight like bad stage props.

And as they dissolve…there it is: the altar inside you.

Still shining. Still holy. Covered in the offerings of your forgiveness.

And just behind it? The memory of God, waiting with a smile.

Let’s go to the shared Holy Place. Daily.

Not to work harder, but to rest deeper.

Picture it: the final (happy) dream, the peaceful one.

Grass pushing up through the soil, trees budding, birds fluffing their feathers.

It’s not heaven yet, but it smells like it. Sounds like it.

The night is gone. The Light is here.

And so are we, together.

From this place of stillness, we give salvation to the world.

Not by preaching. Not by fixing. Just by being.

Being in remembrance.

Being in Light.

Being free.

And as we sing…maybe off-key, maybe not…the world hears:

“Time is almost over.”

“Freedom is here.”

“You’re already Home, you just forgot.”