Every fantasy, be it of love or hate, deprives you of knowledge for fantasies are the veil behind which truth is hidden.  To lift the veil that seems so dark and heavy, it is only needful to value truth beyond all fantasy, and to be entirely unwilling to settle for illusion in place of truth. - ACIM

In the stillness I hear silence.  This I know.  There is no confusion.  There is nothing else.

Here there is no "me."  Yet I remain immersed in it.  It is this paradox that has led me here.  No breath of life can interfere here - that force that I so feared has dissolved along with my last fleeting thought about it.

It matters not where "here" is; it is enough to know it is.  Words cannot suffice, but speak them I must in order to invite It to where I am.  It only became It when I became me.

I understand that in my focus upon the fantasy, I substituted "It" for the "other" and allowed the other to decorate my dark, barren room.  I no longer care to indulge in fantasy.

The door on its hinges stands quiet.  The incessant chatter has ceased into silence, and stillness rests.

From that, I know I am aware, and I am listening.  To do otherwise would involve caring, and that I truly do not.  Silence, in perfect clarity, is released.

Gently, in the silence, I hear silence. It is white and full and pure. It weighs nothing at all - by matter or by judgement.   I hear . . .that is all I know.

I share in Its stillness.  I am not alone, now that the tremendous weight that was my veil of flesh has become no more.  As I let its' heavy, dark cloak slip away, uncaring, it made room for the lightness of perfect rest.  Is this what others have called, peace?

I have a new understanding as I share this "peace."  Sharing peace is knowing peace.  And I cannot share with myself alone.  Truly, I am not alone!

When I gave up the fight to be me - the fight left me to what was left - everything else.  The fantasy that never was left me with what was.

The pureness of this thought energizes!  Neither am I old, nor full of dread. . . 

I continue to think with silence and feel myself quickening . . .  I feel, and feel and feel.  I think . . I will call it Love.  It matters not, as It is all there is.  This is where I begin, immersed in this energetic flow, in the realisation that It was here all along. 

The quickening has brought the awareness of It all, wrapped in the presence of silence, and with all comes all . . .all energy, all frequency, all possibilities. 

The perception that took my life shows itself as what it is when viewed through all, and I am renewed and released from those confines.  My bleak, barren room is neither bleak nor barren as I release all perception of it.   It has become nothing. 

This release holds such appeal and such freedom from that which I thought I knew!  It opens me up and allows me to see what I have created in a new way . . .with a new lightness of being.  With all that I truly AM I feel it - the undoing of every small miscreation, and every small thought.

When I release, so am I released . . and renewed.  My miscreations are perpetually undone through Love.  Like the legendary Phoenix, I rise from my own ashes, transformed.

Now that I have been released I can realize that which I was meant to BE . . and understand why I am still here.  My BEing bridges the gap between that which is known and that which cannot be known . . . I AM a body bridge.  In the stillness where I remain, I feel It's Flow wash over me and through me.

It's language is feeling. 

Feeling is the language of Love.  I AM here to share Love.