"MY MIND ACCEPTS THE THOUGHT OF GOD."

What makes this world seem real except my own denial of the truth that lies beyond?  My thoughts of misery and death obscure the perfect happiness and the eternal life my Father wills for me.  What could hide what cannot be concealed except illusion?  What could keep from me what I already have except my choice to not see it, denying it is there?

The Thought of God created me.  It belongs to me.  By it I live.  It is my Source of life, holding me one with it, and everything is one with me, because it did not leave me.  Deny Heaven?  Absolutely not.  It is mine today, just for the asking.  Ask to receive, and it is given to me.  Conviction lies within it.  Till I welcome it as mine, uncertainty remains.

Now I am among the saviours of the world.   Abundance dwells in God, and deprivation cannot cut me off from God's sustaining Love and from his home.  Hope indeed is justified.  We count on God, and not upon ourselves, to give us certainty.  In His name we pray as His Word directs we do.

His Love remains beyond our every fear.  The Thought of God is still beyond all dreams and in our minds, according to His Will.  www.jean-lucdabreau.com

"I AM ONE WITH HIM WHO IS MY SOURCE."

The present is the only time there is, truth can be recognized.  The Voice for God is made more clear, more meaningful, more near.  The world fades easily away before God's sight.  Its sounds grow dim.  A melody from far beyond the world increasingly is more and more distinct; an ancient Call to Which God gives an ancient answer.  Christ answers for me, echoing myself, using my voice to give His glad consent; accepting my deliverance for me.

Christ gives me His sight and hears for me, and answers in my name the Call He hears.  How quiet is the time I give to spent with Him, beyond the world.  How all my seeming sins forgot, and all my sorrows gone.  Grief laid by, for sights and sounds that come from nearer than the world are clear to me who will accept the gifts He gives.  There is a silence into which the world cannot intrude.  There is an ancient peace I carry in my heart and have not lost.

God's judgement will unfold a world in perfect innocence before my eyes.  Now will I see it with the eyes of Christ.  What is worthy of my love receives my love, while nothing to be feared remains.

I will not judge today.  I will receive what is given to me from judgement made beyond the world.  All that I see will increase my joy, because its holiness reflects my own.  I stand forgiven in the sight of Christ, with all the world forgiven.  I bless the world as I behold it in the light in which our God looks on us, and offer it the freedom given us through His forgiving vision, not our own.

Merely letting go of all things we think we want.  Christ's vision sought above the world's unsatisfying goals.  We can change the world, if we acknowledge them. When God holds out complete salvation to His Son.  www.jean-lucdabreau.com 

"THERE IS NO DEATH. THE SON OF GOD IS FREE."

Death is a thought that takes on many forms, often unrecognised.  It may appear as sadness, fear, anxiety or doubt; as anger, faithlessness and lack of trust; concern for bodies, envy, and all forms in which the wish to be as you are not may come to tempt you.  Such thoughts are reflections of the worshipping of death as saviour and as giver of release.

Embodiment of fear, the host of sin, god of the guilty and the lord of all illusions and deceptions.  The frail, the helpless and the sick bow down before its image, thinking it alone is real, inevitable, worthy of their trust.   All things but death are seen to be unsure, to quickly lost however hard to gain, uncertain in their outcome, apt to fail the hopes they once engendered, and to leave the taste of dust and aches in their wake, in place of aspirations and of dreams.

It says:  "Here lies a witness God is dead."  It is impossible to worship death in any form, and select a few you would not cherish and would avoid, while believing in the rest.  For death is total.  Either all things die, or else they live and cannot die.  No compromise is possible.  The idea of death of God is so preposterous  that even the insane have difficulty in believing it.  It implies that God was once alive and somehow perished; killed, apparently, by those who did not want Him to survive.  With the Father died the Son as well.

Death's worshippers  may be afraid.  Can thoughts like those be fearful?   There is no death, and we renounce it now in every form, for their salvation and our own as well.  God did not make death.  Whatever form it takes must therefore be illusion.  

"Our Father, bless our eyes today.  We are your messengers , and we would look upon  the glorious reflection of Your Love which shines in everything.  We live and move in You alone.  We are not separate from Your eternal life.  There is no death, for death is not Your Will.  We abide where You have placed us, in the life we share with You and all living things, to be like You and part of You forever.  We accept Your Thoughts as ours, and our will is one with Yours eternally.  Amen."  www.jean-lucdabreau.com

"I AM AS GOD CREATED ME."

This single thought, held firmly in the mind, would save the world.  We should repeat it as we reach another stage in learning.  These words re sacred, they are the words of God given in answer to the world we have made.  All things seen within its misty clouds and vaporous illusions vanish as these words are spoken.  They come from God. 

The word by which the Son became His Father's happiness, His Love and His completion.  Creation is proclaimed, and honoured as it is.  There is no dream these words will not dispel; no thought of sin and no illusion which the dream contains that will not fade away.

Holy is he who makes these words his own; awakening with them in his mind, recalling them throughout the day, at night bringing them with him as he goes to sleep.  He gives the world what he receives each time he practices the words of truth.  Christ's vision has restored our sight by salvaging our mind.

Ours is the right to perfect holiness we now accept.  With this acceptance is salvation brought to everyone.  I am as God created me.    These words dispel the night and darkness is gone forever.  The light has come today to bless the world.  We have recognized the Son of God, in that recognition is the world's.  www.jean-lucdabreau.com

"GIVE ME YOUR BLESSING, HOLY GOD."

Take a stand against our anger, that our fears may disappear and offer room for love.  Here is the answer of the Voice for God.  Complete abstraction is the natural condition of the mind.   Part of it is now unnatural.  It does not look on everything as one.  It sees instead fragments of the whole, for only thus could it invent the partial you could see.  All seeing is to show what you wish to see.  All hearing brings to mind the sounds it wants to hear. 

One brother is all brothers.  Every mind contains all minds, and every mind is one.  This is the truth.  These thoughts make clear the meaning of creation.  Our bodies are symbols for a concrete form of fear.  Fear without symbols calls for no response, symbols can stand for the meaningless.  Love needs no symbols, being true.  Fear attaches to specifics, being false.

Bodies attack, but minds do not.  This is the reason bodies easily become fear symbols.  The body is the target for attack, since no one thinks he hates a mind.  Mind directs the body to attack.  What could be the seat of fear except what thinks of fear?  Hate is specific.  There must be a think to be attacked.  Fear is insatiable, consuming everything its eyes behold, seeing itself in everything, compelled to turn upon itself and to destroy.

Who sees a brother as a body sees him as fear's symbol.  What he beholds is his own fear  external to himself, poised to attack, and calling to unite with him again.  "Give me your blessings, holy Son of God.  I would behold you with the eyes of Christ, seeing my perfect sinlessness in you."  He will answer me.  He will hear the Voice for God in you.  Kindly click on; www.jean-lucdabreau.com