the nature of reality

The Nature of Reality [or we are such stuff as dreams are made of]

Our revels are now ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air,
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made of, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

~William Shakespeare in “The Tempest”

I am reading Your Immortal Reality by Gary Renard right now which is leading me deeper into my quest for truth and especially the concept of real forgiveness and what it means. The idea is that this life, this physical reality is just a dream (which echoes other belief systems I’ve studied like Toltec teachings) and that everything we see and encounter is something we made up and which separates us from God/Spirit/All-That-Is (choose your term of endearment).

The greater message is that we GO HOME meaning back to the awareness of NO separation by, of course, realizing that this is true. Naurally, this is easier said than done since it all seems so real. The path to this realization is to see the spirit in everything and to forgive completely. A quote from the book which is partially from A Course in Miracles is:

“The miracle does nothing.
All is does is to undo.”
And when the ego is undone,
the truth will be all that’s left.

So, I’m off to do the work of killing off my ego by loving and forgiving myself and others. I think I’m doing pretty well but the argument I had with my oldest daughter today shows me I have a ways to go.

Blessed be this beautiful illusion, the many actors and the essence of Life that We (I?) Am!!!

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