The Avatar class I am taking this weekend has a book, from which I quote, “The miracle is not that consciousness evolved out of the universe; the miracle is that the universe evolved out of consciousness.”
Their belief seems to be that thought created the universe. Law of Attraction type stuff. First there was god. God had a thought, and that thought became the universe. Etcetera.
In a similar way, each of our thoughts creates (see “Science of Mind,” Ernest Holmes).
I wonder, have all thoughts been thought? Perhaps. Though I feel otherwise. Can all thoughts be thought?
Again, I would venture there will always be new and infinite thoughts that could be thought…
Do we when we have compassion for another see our thoughts within them? Perhaps mirrors of our thoughts at least in which we see reflections of what we believe are our thoughts.
I am struggling with the universality of connection to all (the contra wise being separation, which “Course in Miracles” and other modalities tell us is the illusion).
Still, I recall a time of great loss in my life many years ago when I was grieving horribly. It became clear to me that while I could not truly comprehend the pain of another, for no two losses are exactly alike with every loss itself being unique, I could understand that the pain of each creature suffering a loss is unique and great. Sometimes incomprehensibly so. Even, and perhaps especially to the sufferer.
So, I could have compassion for the pain of the sufferer, while realizing that I cannot realize the actual specific pain. Even where our losses were very similar.
I noticed even then, during some of my deepest suffering, that when someone asked me for something, it brought me out of my deep deep funk, if only briefly for an instant, while I responded to their direct (non related to my loss) inquiry.
While people felt uncomfortable to ask things of me, I was glad for the space, however brief, it allowed me to breath while I responded.
So, when I chose a different thought, I experienced a different feeling. Even then. And, I was glad for it.
Peace and Gladitude,
Yucel
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