Twice Blessed

"This is the Holy Spirit's single gift; the treasure house to which you can appeal with perfect certainty for all the things that can contribute to your happiness. All are laid here already. All can be received but for the asking. Here the door is never locked, and no one is denied his least request or his most urgent need. There is no sickness not already healed, no lack unsatisfied, no need unmet within this golden treasury of Christ. Here it is all repaired, made new again, but in a different light. Take from this storehouse, that its treasures may increase. Behold the store of miracles set out for you to give." -- A Course in Miracles

"Bring all your tithes into the storehouse. And prove me now herewith: I will pour you out a blessing, and there will not be room enough to contain it." -- The Bible

I love the mystery of these verses. I love that my mind can't wrap itself around them. I love that this unseen storehouse, the treasure of all treasures, is within me and immediately available if I turn my attention every so slightly. I love that the tithes of my time, attention, and resources are mine to give, and that my receiving is always so much more than I could imagine. I am blessed as I remember what really matters and give it all that I am and have. And I am twice blessed as I receive the treasure... the immediate expansion of awareness that is my true Self. "You are my Beloved Self, and all that I Am is yours."

I also have come to love forgetting. Jeshua ben Joseph pointed out this mystery in many different ways. "Blessed are the poor in spirit, for they shall see God." "Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted." "Unless a man lose his life, he shall never find it." This mystery is the emptying of self, the letting go of the personal and illusory self. The willingness to follow the thread of forgetting while still turning to God brings us to the radiant and blessed relief of remembering Who We Are.

Sometimes I am lulled into complacency with what feels like a divine contentment. It's not like my life is ideal or perfect, because it certainly is not according to most people's standards. And yet there is a radiance and beauty, a peace and blessed contentment with the ordinariness of it all. I love that. But I also notice that what remains of the conditioned self easily co-opts that, and makes it the way things are supposed to be. Then I am lost in forgetting again. And when I am shaken and challenged, it is like a dunk in a cold stream after a long night's sleep. It definitely gets my attention, and the suffering of it forces me to the surface of the dream where the Light is obvious. It wasn't real. Thank God.

Whenever anger or judgment arises, it is the dunk in the stream... the wake-up call that is a blessing, not a curse. If I am lost for the moment, I will be found again. For I am blessed in forgetting and even more blessed in remembering. Twice blessed.