
Thereās something deeply funny about the word āidentityā.
We spend half our lives building oneā¦.and the other half trying
to escape it.
From the day weāre born, we collect labels like souvenirs:
āIām a girl,ā āIām Dutch,ā āIām spiritual but not religious,ā āIām vegetarian on weekends.ā
Each label feels like a little flag planted on our private island of āme.ā
And then comes the Course, whispering softly:
āYour true Identity abides in God.ā
What?ā¦so my identity is not my rĆ©sumĆ©, my personality type, or even my star sign??
ACIM response: No, dear one. None of those.
The Self God created didnāt come with a curriculum vitae or a birth certificate. It didnāt even come with hair color.
That Self is pure Beingā¦unchangeable, radiant, and still laughing at all the masks we keep polishing.
Isnāt this good news?
And what about those āidolsā⦠?
The lesson warns: āLet me not worship idols.ā
Now, before you imagine golden statues and incense, letās translate this into modern terms.
Idols are not just ancient stone godsā¦.theyāre thoughts we secretly bow to.
āMy partner completes me.ā
āI need more money to feel safe.ā
āIf I were thinner, smarter, richer, holierā¦ā
There you have them: the gods of the ego supermarket, available 24/7 with no refund policy.
Each idol promises somethingā¦.security, love, approval,ā¦.but none can deliver it.
Theyāre 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.
Itās like discovering the actor who played all our roles: the victim, the hero, the teacher, the healerā¦.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 ālife.ā
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 whatās 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 everythingā¦yes, even the slow driver in front of us, because we see no āothersā anymore.
Just reflections of the same Light, all pretending to be different for the fun of it.
As the lesson ends:
āWe bless everything as we lovingly unite with the world, which has become one with us through our forgiveness.ā
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 thingā¦.whisper:
āI am the one my Father loves.
My true Identity abides in You.ā
Then we can laugh a little, because itās hilariously freeing to realize,
We were never the mask, we were always the Light behind it.
With love and light,
G.