The power of decision is my own. I cannot suffer loss unless it is my own decision. I cannot suffer pain except my choice elects this state for me. I cannot grieve nor fear nor think I am sick unless these are the outcomes that I want. And I cannot die without my own consent. Nothing occurs but represents my wish, and nothing is omitted that I choose. Here is my world, complete in all details. Here is its whole reality for me. And it is only here salvation is.
Why wait for Heaven? When I am seeking the light I am merely covering my eyes. For the light is in me now. Enlightenment is but a recognition. It is not a change at all. Light is not of the world. I who bear the light in me am alien here. The light came with me from my native home, and stayed with me because it is my own. It is the only thing I bring with me from Him Who is my Source. It shines in me because it lights my home, and leads me back to where it came from and I am at home.
My decision to see is all that vision requires. What I want is mine. I will not mistake the little effort that is asked of me for an indication that my goal is of little worth. Can the salvation of the world be a trivial purpose? And can the world be saved if I am not? God has one Son. I am that Son. I am the resurrection and the life. My will is done because all power is given me in Heaven and on earth. In my determination to see is vision given me.
How can I be the victim of a world that can be completely undone if I so choose? My chains are loosened. I can drop them off merely by desiring to do so. The prison door is open. I can leave simply by walking out. Nothing holds me in this world. Only my wish to stay keeps me a prisoner. I would give up my insane wishes and walk into the sunlight at last.
The world I see holds nothing that I need, nothing that I can use in any way, nor anything at all that serves to give me joy. When I believe this thought I am saved from years of misery, from countless disappointments, and from hopes that turn to bitter ashes of despair. I must accept this thought as true, if I would leave the world behind and soar beyond its petty scope and little ways.
My little effort and small determination call on the power of the universe to help me, and God Himself will raise me from darkness into light. I am in accord with His Will. I cannot fail because my will is His.
God is my life. I have no life but His. I was mistaken when I thought I lived apart from God, a separate entity that moved in isolation, unattached, and housed within a body. Now I know my life is God's, I have no other home, and I do not exist apart from Him. He has no Thoughts that are not part of me, and I have none but those which are of Him.
My Father, let me see the face of Christ instead of my mistakes. For I who am Your holy Son am sinless. I would look upon my sinlessness, for guilt proclaims that I am not Your Son. And I would not forget You longer. I am lonely here, and long for Heaven, where I am at home. Today I would return. My name is Yours, and I acknowledge that I am Your Son.
There is nothing to fear. When I have looked on what seemed terrifying, and seen it change to sights of loveliness and peace; when I have looked on scenes of violence and death, and watched them change to quiet views of gardens under open skies, with clear, life-giving water running happily beside them in dancing brooks that never waste away; would I need to be persuaded to accept the gift of vision? And after vision, would I refuse what must come after? I can behold the holiness God gave to me, His Son. And never need I think that there is something else for me to see.
I walk to God. Could any way be holier, or more deserving of my effort, of my love and of my full intent? What way could give me more than everything, or offer less and still content me? I walk to God. The truth that walks before me now is one with Him, and leads me to where He has always been. What way but this could be a path that I would choose instead?
My Name, O Father, still is known to You. I have forgotten it, and do not know where I am going, who I am, or what it is I do. Remind me, Father, now, for I am weary of the world I see. Reveal what You would have me see instead.
I am as God created me. This one thought is enough to save me and the world, if I believe that it is true. Its truth means that I have made no changes in my self that have reality, nor changed the universe so that what God created was replaced by fear and evil, misery and death. If I remain as God created me fear has no meaning, evil is not real, and misery and death do not exist.