By Gonny 
There’s something deeply funny about the word ‘identity’.
We spend half our lives building one….and the other half trying
to escape it.
From the day we’re born, we collect labels like souvenirs:
“I’m a girl,” “I’m Dutch,” “I’m spiritual but not religious,” “I’m vegetarian on weekends.”
Each label feels like a little flag planted on our private island of “me.”
And then comes the Course, whispering softly:
“Your true Identity abides in God.”
What?…so my identity is not my résumé, my personality type, or even my star sign??
ACIM response: No, dear one. None of those.
The Self God created didn’t come with a curriculum vitae or a birth certificate. It didn’t even come with hair color.
That Self is pure Being…unchangeable, radiant, and still laughing at all the masks we keep polishing.
Isn’t this good news?
And what about those “idols”… ?
The lesson warns: “Let me not worship idols.”
Now, before you imagine golden statues and incense, let’s translate this into modern terms.
Idols are not just ancient stone gods….they’re thoughts we secretly bow to.
“My partner completes me.”
“I need more money to feel safe.”
“If I were thinner, smarter, richer, holier…”
There you have them: the gods of the ego supermarket, available 24/7 with no refund policy.
Each idol promises something….security, love, approval,….but none can deliver it.
They’re like spiritual slotmachines that always eat your coins.
So what happens when we stop feeding those idols?
Something beautiful, almost embarrassing in its simplicity:
we start to recognize that we were never the small, nervous creature we thought we were.
It’s like discovering the actor who played all our roles: the victim, the hero, the teacher, the healer….is actually the same shining Light behind every costume.
This is the Identity the lesson speaks of:
the one untouched by time, untouched by guilt, untouched by the daily drama called “life.”
When we see this, everything softens.
We stop defending our little character and begin to laugh with the others on stage.
Not at them, but with them, because we suddenly remember we wrote the same script.
And what’s the result of this realization?
Peace.
Not the fragile peace that depends on silence, but the unshakable peace that comes from knowing:
nothing real can be threatened.
We begin to bless everything…yes, even the slow driver in front of us, because we see no “others” anymore.
Just reflections of the same Light, all pretending to be different for the fun of it.
As the lesson ends:
“We bless everything as we lovingly unite with the world, which has become one with us through our forgiveness.”
How practical!
Forgiveness is simply remembering who we are and letting everyone else be that, too.
When we get upset we just need to do one thing….whisper:
“I am the one my Father loves.
My true Identity abides in You.”
Then we can laugh a little, because it’s hilariously freeing to realize,
We were never the mask, we were always the Light behind it.
With love and light,
G.