By Gonny 
I know many people in the United States who are genuinely worried. Not the kind of worry you brush off with a joke, but the quiet, heavy kind that sits in our chest. The kind that makes us read the news with a knot in our stomach and think: What is happening to this country?
The United States has always looked like a safe place. A vast land, oceans on both sides, no bombs falling on theircities, no foreign armies marching through their streets. War always happening “somewhere else”…in other people’s lives.
And now, suddenly, there is unrest. Polarisation. Harsh language. Hard faces. Fear of power, fear of control, fear of losing what once felt guaranteed.
For many, this is new. Disorienting. Shocking.
And when fear enters a collective that is not used to fear, it doesn’t arrive quietly…..it arrives loudly.
It shouts, points, looks for enemies, looks for strong figures, looks for someone to take charge.
Not because people are bad, but because fear always seeks protection.
This is not only an American problem. This is a human pattern.
A Course in Miracles would look at this and saywithout drama:
“You are seeing the effects of a frightened mind.” (From both sides)
Not a sinful mind, a broken mind or an evil mind…just a frightened one.
And a frightened mind will always choose control over trust, strength over gentleness, certainty over truth. It will follow loud voices rather than quiet wisdom. It will prefer simple answers over honest questions.
That is not stupidity.
That is fear.
We tend to forget that dictators do not appear in a vacuum. They rise in soil that is already anxious. They are not the cause, they are the symptom. A mirror, not the source. And mirrors are uncomfortable, because they do not show us “them”……..They show us us.
This is where ACIM becomes so radical. It does not ask:
“Who is wrong?” It asks: “What is being believed?”
Because what is believed is what is seen.
If a collective believes it is threatened, it will see threats everywhere.
If a collective believes it is losing control, it will look for controllers.
If a collective believes it is small, it will look for something big to hide behind.
Again, not because people are weak, but because they have forgotten their magnitude. And that forgetting is universal. It is not American. It is not European. It is not political. It is human.
We are watching a society meet its own vulnerability for the first time.
That is tender…is raw….is scary.
And it deserves compassion, not ridicule. Clarity, not condemnation.
From the outside it may look like madness. From the inside it feels like survival. Let’s not underestimate that.
At the same time, ACIM would remind us: Nothing real can be threatened.
Nothing unreal exists.
So if freedom feels threatened, perhaps it is because we placed it in form. In laws. In leaders. In systems. In flags. In structures.
And all forms are fragile.
True freedom, the kind ACIM speaks of, is not given by governments and cannot be taken by governments. It is not negotiated. It is not voted in or out. It is not dependent on who is in power.
It is what you are.
And that is the part no dictator can touch. Not in America, Russia, China or anywhere.
This doesn’t mean we ignore what is happening. It means we see it clearly. Without hysteria or hatred or the addictive thrill of outrage.
We see fear where fear is, confusion where confusion is, pain where pain is.
And we refuse to add guilt to it, because guilt has never healed a frightened mind……Love does!
It is the old story of the ego trying to survive by becoming bigger, louder, harder, and it has never, ever worked.
What is real does not need protection. What is real cannot be threatened.
What is real does not shout.
It rests.
And somewhere, beneath all the noise, beneath all the headlines, beneath all the drama, that quiet truth is still there. In every American. In every human being.
Untouched. Unchanged. Unimpressed.
That is where I place my trust. Not in systems. Not in leaders.
Not in power…but in the simple, stubborn, indestructible fact:
We are not bodies in danger. We are Mind, dreaming. And dreams, no matter how loud, always pass.
With love and light,
G.