Through A Mirror, Brightly
Reflections of a mind illuminated through A Course in Miracles
Thursday, November 10, 2011
We Do Not Forgive People "Out There;" We Forgive Thoughts In Our Minds
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Recently, my friend, Pat Connor, came across a web site calling for papers for a Conference on this subject: Forgiveness, Probing the Bound...
Friday, September 30, 2011
A Sleeping Dream's Affirmative Message for my Waking Dream
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A couple of nights ago, I had this dream: I am dressed up in a black sport coat, button-down collar, blue shirt, no tie, and gray slacks. ...
Friday, August 05, 2011
My Passion for Creative Writing: How and When it was Aroused in Me
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In the preceding blog post (13 July 2011), I invited readers to participate in the upcoming event at Endeavor Academy in the Wisconsin Dells...
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Experiencing The Thought of God While Wandering in the Dream: A Writing Assignment
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Dear Reader, I am extending to you an invitation to participate in The Creative Communication of Writing and Sound for the upcoming event a...
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Escaping the Self-Made Matrix and Resting in God
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When I first awakened yesterday morning, I found myself in a state of mind where I had no sense of identity. This is difficult to express; ...
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Breathing in the Breath of God: The Holy Spirit
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I remember taking a class in graduate school that I found fascinating at the time, and I find myself today still drawing benefits from it, p...
Friday, April 29, 2011
Matter Doesn't Matter; What's Real Matters
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In spite of the fact that I have been at this for some time, i.e., the transformation of my mind through A Course in Miracles I still find ...
Saturday, April 02, 2011
Our Brains Bring Color To A Dirty, Gray World, But What We Are Looking For Is Vision.
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One of my great joys in life is reading A Course in Miracles. What is particularly joyful is transforming a general statement into a speci...
Friday, March 11, 2011
Listen, Learn, and Do: The Holy Spirit Bridges the Gap
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As day was dawning one morning in July, 1922, Robert Frost, forty-eight years old, felt “impelled” to write the poem, Stopping By Woods On A...
Saturday, February 05, 2011
When you stop by the lovely, dark and deep woods, really stop.
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It is most appropriate, sitting here on my couch next to the wood-burning stove, looking out of the window on a snowy evening in late Januar...
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Render Unto God
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For many years now, I have started over doing the Lessons in the Workbook of A Course in Miracle s on New Year’s Day, Lesson 1, Nothing I s...
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