
I once had a teacher who could talk about death for hours.
He repeated, quite dramatically:
âWe walk on the bones of our ancestors. This world is a cemetery. You choose God or death!â
Now, I do understand what he meant.
But, oh dear⌠I could never quite feel the love in it.
Every time he spoke, I felt like a guilty student being caught with chocolate behind my back.
Apparently, my thoughts werenât pure enough, and my smile was probably ego too.
If awakening were a school exam, Iâm afraid I would have been sent back to kindergarten.
But thank God ⌠literally ⌠thatâs not how Heaven works.
The real world, says the Course, is a symbol, just like every other perception.
Yet unlike the fearful world we made, the real world reflects what forgiveness has seen⌠not with the eyes of guilt, but with the quiet eyes of Love.
Itâs the same world, only the filters have changed.
No longer the world of ârotting bodies,â but a place where flowers dare to grow between the gravestones.
The miracle is not that the world changes, but that we look differently.
And suddenly the impossible becomes simpleâŚyou meet someone you
once judged, and now you just smile.
No halo, no lightning from Heaven, just⌠peace.
Thatâs what undoing feels like. A gentle âohâ in the heart.
The shift from nightmare to morning light.
I donât deny that I learned a lot there âŚon the contrary.
Recognizing the ego is very important, but⌠like I said⌠âfor meâ something was missing: Love.
Love doesnât accuse.
Love doesnât say, âYou did this!â
It says, âLetâs look together, my friend. We believed something that isnât true. Letâs forgive, laugh and let it go.â
A little classroom scene:
Once, during one of those intense classes, a brave student raised his hand and said:
âWait a second⌠if this is a dream, if I am doing all this wrongâŚthen I must be your projection too, right?â
The teacher frowned. âYou donât understand,â he said.
âIâm only trying to help you see your ego more clearly.â
But the student didnât give up.
âWell,â he said, âmaybe my ego came here to help yours too.â
The room went very quiet.
Even the Holy Spirit seemed to pause, holding back a chuckle.
Because in that simple sentence, something true shimmered through.
We always teach what we most need to learn, and we meet exactly the brothers who show us where love still wants to bloom.
If you want to become a docter, you have to place sick people in your dream.
If you want to become a healer of minds, youâll dream of students who still believe theyâre broken.
Itâs all the same gentle classroomâŚwhere teacher and student change seats all the time, until both start laughing and realize there was never a difference.
Like ACIM says : a true Teacher of God does not teach with words but with presence.
He speaks softly, because he knows there is nothing to defend.
He uses humor, because laughter breaks the spell of fear.
He includes himself in every lesson, saying âweâ instead of âyou,â because he knows there are no levels in awakening.
We are all students hereâŚwalking each other Home.
When the Holy Spirit teaches, there is no pressure, no ritual, no performance.
Thereâs only an inner warmth that says:
âYou are already safe. You only forgot.â
And when someone truly feels that, maybe in a simple moment of forgiveness, a sigh of peace, or even a quiet smile, thatâs the miracle.
Thatâs the real classroom.
The ego loves to dramatize its own undoing.
It shouts about sacrifice and control, about how hard this path must be.
But the Holy Spirit simply whispers:
âWould you like to see this differently?â
And when we say yesâŚeven for a secondâŚthe Light enters.
To every student who feels small or guilty, remember this:
No one is ahead of you.
No one is behind you.
We are learning the same simple lesson, again and again:
Only Love is real.
So letâs drop the bones, the rituals, and the finger-pointing.
Letâs laugh gently at the egoâs drama and start teaching the only lesson worth rememberingâŚthe one that says:
You are innocent, and so is everyone else. A teacher of God is anyone who chooses for love instead of fear.
Letâs be that teacher.
Kind, humble, and maybe even a little funny, because Heaven loves a good laugh.
With love and light,
G.