I was double-whammied this morning as I watched "Morning Joe" at 6:00 AM. I let it be proved to me again that my reasoning-mind reality is an open invitation to panic...to go immediately to my worst fear, i.e., of running amok in public.
Today, Joe was talking about our economic condition soon equaling 1929...and Bingo! My mind ran amok in public. I turned off Joe and quick turned to my daily readings.
When the two-week closure hit, I decided my daily readings would include my Big Book. And here comes God to save my day. I "happened" to start my readings today with that book, and I "happened" to be at the sentence: We have found much of heaven and we have been rocketed into a fourth dimension of existence of which we had not even dreamed.
And my heart sang because my Soul knew.
We may well venture into 1929 economic territory and into 1918 pandemic health, and locust may come a-swarming...but there is a fourth dimension of existence that supersedes all else.
There is a fourth dimension of existence available which we have personally experienced and can experience again whenever we turn within in gratitude and grace. Better yet, we know if we have experienced it, any and all of the world can experience it.
There it is...there is our personal salvation. Not in holding onto health, wealth and/or personal security...visible security is the hoax. The inner peace that passes understanding is what we already have, and we have it to hold as we pass it on to those in need. If we have a couple bucks to pass on, do it, but peace is the pearl beyond price.
Whether we know it or not, whether we believe it or not: The key to living a complete and fulfilled life lies in the realization that there is a mystical, transcendental Presence within us that has already provided our infinite supply unto eternity, that contains within Itself our companionship unto eternity, and that has within Itself the power of fulfillment. -- Joel Goldsmith, "A Parenthesis in Eternity," at p. 269
God loves us so much.
Thank you.
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