By Gonny 
We all know the feeling…..
You are in the middle of a situation and it seems you have to react. Something in you wants to defend, correct, push back, explain, or at least think very loudly: “This is not okay.”
Maybe not with weapons, but with words, silence, judgment, or that sharp inner commentary that feels completely justified.
Standing there, right in the middle of it, the conflict feels very real.
A Course in Miracles is disarmingly clear here:
where there is conflict, there is attack.
And where there is attack, there is no love.
That may sound extreme. Murder? Really?
Yes, says the Course, but let’s not panic. We’re not talking about knives and crimes. We’re talking about something much subtler, and much more familiar.
The Course does not ask us to suppress anger or deny irritation. We are not asked to pretend we never want to attack. What we are asked to do is something far more honest:
to recognize the intent, regardless of the form.
A sharp remark, silent withdrawal, inner superiority, moral outrage, self-attack…
They all look different, but underneath they carry the same message:
“You should not be as you are.”
And that, says the Course, is attack. Not because you are bad, but because it comes from fear. Fear of life, not fear of death. Fear of a Love that allows no exceptions, no boundaries, no “yes, but…”.
As soon as we see ourselves as a body among other bodies, conflict seems logical. Bodies collide. They compete, defend territory, want things, lose things.
The Course asks a question that is almost humorous in its simplicity: How can something lifeless be the Son of Life? How can a body contain the universe?
In other words, we are trying to measure the ocean with a teacup, and then wondering why it doesn’t work.
The problem is not that we experience a body…itis believing that this is what we are. Once that becomes our reference point, the battleground appears automatically.
One sentence holds the heart of this entire section:
“The overlooking of the battleground is now your purpose.”
Not fighting..or winning..or figuring out who started it.
But stepping above it.
This is not spiritual avoidance. It is a shift in perspective, from participation to observation, from involvement to clarity.
From above, something curious becomes obvious:
the battle only seemed real while you were standing inside it.
Like realizing you are watching a movie and suddenly remembering you are sitting safely in a cinema seat, popcorn included. 
The Course is very practical here. It doesn’t say you should always feel peaceful. It says: you recognize attack by its effects.
Effects like : a stab of pain…a twinge of guilt…loss of peace.
Aaah…there it is again, the battleground!
No judgment needed, no self-correction required, just recognition.
At that moment, only one thing is asked: choose a miracle instead of murder ! A miracle is simply this: I step out of this now.
The Course says something very tender about relationships.
The love you experience already reflects God’s Love, but it cannot yet extend fully as long as attack still seems attractive.
As long as we believe that a small jab, a subtle judgment, or a quiet resentment gives us something, love remains limited.
Not because we are guilty, but because we are still learning.
The Holy Spirit knows how to take our small willingness and make it mighty. We do not have to fix the battleground. We are only asked not to stand in it anymore.
The Course asks a disarming question: Do you really think the battleground can offer you anything like perfect calm?
A love so quiet and certain that no doubt could ever disturb it?
Everything fought for on the battleground belongs to the body.
And what you truly are can never be found there.
Someone who knows they have everything has no need to conquer anything.
Like ACIM says: You do not need to become better, you only need to look higher. Not above others, but above the idea that conflict is real.
And every time you forget, and find yourself once again in the middle of the fight, there is no problem.
You can always look up again.
The battleground is not waiting for you.
With love and light,
G.