
The Western world isnāt exactly famous for stillness. Weāre trained to move, fix, plan, analyze, and then analyze the analysis. Nobody ever told us that stillness isnāt lazyness, itās wisdom taking a nap with its eyes open.
A Course in Miracles keeps whispering:
āLet me be still and listen to the Voice of God.ā
Thatās it. Thatās the secret. When the mind becomes quiet, Love can speak again. The still mind is the open mind. And the open mind is the loving mind.
Silence makes the ego nervous. It prefers background noise, like a talk show that never ends. āHow am I doing? Whatās next? Should I worry about something?ā it asks. But when we pause, even for a moment, another Voice begins to rise beneath the static. It was never gone; we just kept changing the channel.
The Course doesnāt ask us to make the world quiet; it invites us to find the quiet within the world. Even in the cityās chaos, even when your phone sings opera on the table, thereās a space inside that never moves. Thatās the real Youā¦the calm Awareness that watches everything come and go.
Of course, saying āthe world is an illusionā sounds easy⦠until your knee hurts, your phone crashes, and your cat decides your keyboard is the perfect meditation cushion. Thatās when the classroom opens. We donāt deny the form, we just stop giving it power. The body is neutral. Itās the mindās peace that heals, not the pill⦠though yes, you can still take the pill.
Stillness isnāt something we have to achieve; itās something we remember. Peace was never gone, it was just sitting quietly, waiting for you to notice.
And once you do, you start to see a beautiful order behind everything. You realize that existence itself canāt be threatened. You exist. You always have, and you always will. Death loses its drama, how can eternity end? It can only change costume.
The ego, of course, loves its time machine. One foot in yesterday, the other in tomorrow and then it wonders why it keeps tripping. The Holy Spirit, meanwhile, stands perfectly still and smiles: āWelcome back to the only moment there is.ā
And then you begin to see the sweetest truth of all: The One is the All, and the All is the One. Everyone you meet is a version of yourself, wearing different shoes. Some squeak, some sparkle, some pinch a little, but all are you. When you see that, judgment starts to melt and kindness starts to bloom.
Life reflects what we project. Radiate fear, and the world looks scary. Radiate love, and love waves back, sometimes disguised as a perfect parking spot.
Everything changes except Truth. Thatās the part that never moves. The rest is scenery, shifting under one unchanging light.
So when life feels too loud, donāt fight the noise. Just stop calling it.. āyouā. Take one conscious breath. Let the chatter drift by. Stillness is right there, smiling, saying, āI never left.ā
Stillness speaks the language of Godā¦silence, peace, and gentle joy. It doesnāt try to convince you. It just waits until you remember:
You are Love itself, watching the dream unfold⦠quietly laughing at how real it all seemed.
With love and light,
G.