Guidance from Elder Brother
as Received and Transcribed by Sun~Rose*
LESSON FORTY SEVEN
TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE: The Course text is in bold face. The Guidance is in normal type In His Guidance, He has asked Me to capitalize the pronouns You and We as an acknowledgement of the Divinity of All of Us, an acknowledgement of Equality, an expression of His Love and respect for You. When You see the word ‘YOU’ capitalized in the Guidance, know that He is not just speaking to YOU, He is honoring YOU.
Workbook PART I
L e s s o n 47
God is the Strength in which I trust.
There is but one Power in the Universe, and – for sure – it is not this I, the “I” I think I am. It is Our holy Father-Mother God.
1 If you are trusting your own strength, you have every reason to be apprehensive, anxious, and fearful. It’s Your so-called ‘strength’ – i.e. human will – that begun the dream and keeps You in it. What can you predict or control? Dreams are nortoriously unreliable, for they are shifting constantly. What is there in you that can be counted on? And You do know it is a dream because it is unstable. What would give you the ability to be aware of all the facets of any problem and to resolve them in such a way that only good can come of it? You are right Brother! The ego is clueless in the face of problems. God alone is knowing what to do and how to be. What is there in you that gives you the recognition of the right solution and the guarantee that it will be accomplished? Absolutely nothing, so I abdicate to You, belovèd God, dear Brother and Our most amazing Holy Spirit! With this Trinity of Love, We’re All safe!
2 Of yourself, you can do none of these things. That’s so obvious, You need not say it! Look at the big mess We have made of things, from the beginning of this awful dream! To believe that you can is to put your trust where trust is unwarranted and to justify fear, anxiety, depression, anger, and sorrow. Who can put his faith in weakness and feel safe? Dear Brother, You’re preaching to the choir! For You have already won Me over! Yet who can put his faith in strength and feel weak? Hence I say: “Uncle!” I am quite convinced. Forget “self reliance”, unless You’re the Self dear Brother; You and Holy Spirit. Thank You God for these Gifts so freely given so that We may know Your direction.
3 God is your safety in every circumstance. We are so very Loved, so very safe; for You hold Us All in Your safe embrace. A good start Sister; let Us go deeper: His Voice speaks for Him in all situations and in every aspect of all situations, telling you exactly what to do to call upon His strength and His protection. There are no exceptions because God has no exceptions. Each and every single One of You is loved, and, therefore, safe. And the Voice Which speaks for Him thinks as He does. Are You understanding what I’m saying? There is an Intelligence so far beyond Your ‘own’ that comparison would be quite impossible. And yet that Intelligence is really Yours, if You would accept It. In fact, it is more than Yours; It is You!
As I keep reiterating to You: You are Consciousness Itself. Consciousness always expressing Itself; ever fresh and new.
Would You not like to meet Yourself today? You will not be disappointed; Your Real Mind is wonderful! Let Me introduce You to the Real You! S/He is delightful!
4 Today we will try to reach past your own weakness to the Source of real strength. Four five-minute practice periods are necessary today, and longer and more frequent ones are urged. You ask why? Today has great need of You. If You could see Your world as in Renassence1 You’d understand. Close your eyes and begin as usual by repeating today’s idea. This is the perfect treatment for any and every error for it clearly states: From God comes all salvation from sin, sickness, and even death. Then spend a minute or two in searching for situations in your life which you have invested with fear, dismissing each one by telling yourself,
5 God is the Strength in which I trust. What have I to fear; God is ever-here. I need do nothing but to cleave to Him. And that is a joy!
6 Now try to slip past all concerns related to your own sense of inadequacy. These things are irrelevant unless You believe them. You can always disbelieve! It is obvious that any situation that causes you concern is associated with feelings of inadequacy, since otherwise you would believe that you could deal with the situation successfully. Do You remember that I said: “Of mine own self I can do nothing.” All things that were accomplished came from My union with Our Father. I have not changed that song. Nor will I ever. This is the natural experience of the Son of God. It is not by trusting yourself that you will gain confidence. But the strength of God in you is successful in all things. Where does that strength reside but in Your mind.
7 The recognition of your own frailty is a necessary step in the correction of your errors, but it is hardly a sufficient one in giving you the confidence which you need and to which you are entitled. You must also gain an awareness that your confidence in your real strength is fully justified in every respect and in all circumstances. Repeating Myself again: “With God all things are possible!” I’ve been saying this for two thousand years! When will You get it? Let it be this time.
8 In the latter phase of the practice period, try to reach down into your mind to a place of real safety. You will recognize that you have reached it if you feel a deep peace, however briefly. Let go all the trivial things that churn and bubble on the surface of your mind, and reach down and below them to the Kingdom of Heaven. There is a place in you where there is perfect peace. It is the same place where I learned to abide to overcome the crucifixion. There is a place in you where nothing is impossible. There is a place in you where the strength of God abides. What is this place but Your Right Mind, hidden by the ego, kept safe for You by God.
9 Repeat the idea for today often. Use it as your answer to any disturbance. Remember that peace is your right because you are giving your trust to the strength of God. The mighty power that sustains, moves, and is the Universe.
We go beyond imagination to Reality. This journey all takes place in Mind, where God awaits Your re-turning; Your re-cognition of Yourself as Mind instead of body.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
All I could see from where I stood
Was three long mountains and a wood;
I turned and looked another way,
And saw three islands in a bay.
So with my eyes I traced the line
Of the horizon, thin and fine,
Straight around till I was come
Back to where I’d started from;
And all I saw from where I stood
Was three long mountains and a wood.
Over these things I could not see;
These were the things that bounded me;
And I could touch them with my hand,
Almost, I thought, from where I stand.
And all at once things seemed so small
My breath came short, and scarce at all.
But, sure, the sky is big, I said;
Miles and miles above my head;
So here upon my back I’ll lie
And look my fill into the sky.
And so I looked, and, after all,
The sky was not so very tall.
The sky, I said, must somewhere stop,
And — sure enough! — I see the top!
The sky, I thought, is not so grand;
I ‘most could touch it with my hand!
And reaching up my hand to try,
I screamed to feel it touch the sky.
I screamed, and — lo! — Infinity
Came down and settled over me;
Forced back my scream into my chest,
Bent back my arm upon my breast,
And, pressing of the Undefined
The definition on my mind,
Held up before my eyes a glass
Through which my shrinking sight did pass
Until it seemed I must behold
Immensity made manifold;
Whispered to me a word whose sound
Deafened the air for worlds around,
And brought unmuffled to my ears
The gossiping of friendly spheres,
The creaking of the tented sky,
The ticking of Eternity.
I saw and heard, and knew at last
The How and Why of all things, past,
And present, and forevermore.
The Universe, cleft to the core,
Lay open to my probing sense
That, sick’ning, I would fain pluck thence
But could not, — nay! But needs must suck
At the great wound, and could not pluck
My lips away till I had drawn
All venom out. — Ah, fearful pawn!
For my omniscience paid I toll
In infinite remorse of soul.
All sin was of my sinning, all
Atoning mine, and mine the gall
Of all regret. Mine was the weight
Of every brooded wrong, the hate
That stood behind each envious thrust,
Mine every greed, mine every lust.
And all the while for every grief,
Each suffering, I craved relief
With individual desire, —
Craved all in vain! And felt fierce fire
About a thousand people crawl;
Perished with each, — then mourned for all!
A man was starving in Capri;
He moved his eyes and looked at me;
I felt his gaze, I heard his moan,
And knew his hunger as my own.
I saw at sea a great fog bank
Between two ships that struck and sank;
A thousand screams the heavens smote;
And every scream tore through my throat.
No hurt I did not feel, no death
That was not mine; mine each last breath
That, crying, met an answering cry
From the compassion that was I.
All suffering mine, and mine its rod;
Mine, pity like the pity of God.
Ah, awful weight! Infinity
Pressed down upon the finite Me!
My anguished spirit, like a bird,
Beating against my lips I heard;
Yet lay the weight so close about
There was no room for it without.
And so beneath the weight lay I
And suffered death, but could not die.
Long had I lain thus, craving death,
When quietly the earth beneath
Gave way, and inch by inch, so great
At last had grown the crushing weight,
Into the earth I sank till I
Full six feet under ground did lie,
And sank no more, — there is no weight
Can follow here, however great.
From off my breast I felt it roll,
And as it went my tortured soul
Burst forth and fled in such a gust
That all about me swirled the dust.
Deep in the earth I rested now;
Cool is its hand upon the brow
And soft its breast beneath the head
Of one who is so gladly dead.
And all at once, and over all
The pitying rain began to fall;
I lay and heard each pattering hoof
Upon my lowly, thatched roof,
And seemed to love the sound far more
Than ever I had done before.
For rain it hath a friendly sound
To one who’s six feet underground;
And scarce the friendly voice or face:
A grave is such a quiet place.
The rain, I said, is kind to come
And speak to me in my new home.
I would I were alive again
To kiss the fingers of the rain,
To drink into my eyes the shine
Of every slanting silver line,
To catch the freshened, fragrant breeze
From drenched and dripping apple-trees.
For soon the shower will be done,
And then the broad face of the sun
Will laugh above the rain-soaked earth
Until the world with answering mirth
Shakes joyously, and each round drop
Rolls, twinkling, from its grass-blade top.
How can I bear it; buried here,
While overhead the sky grows clear
And blue again after the storm?
O, multi-colored, multiform,
Beloved beauty over me,
That I shall never, never see
Again! Spring-silver, autumn-gold,
That I shall never more behold!
Sleeping your myriad magics through,
Close-sepulchred away from you!
O God, I cried, give me new birth,
And put me back upon the earth!
Upset each cloud’s gigantic gourd
And let the heavy rain, down-poured
In one big torrent, set me free,
Washing my grave away from me!
I ceased; and through the breathless hush
That answered me, the far-off rush
Of herald wings came whispering
Like music down the vibrant string
Of my ascending prayer, and — crash!
Before the wild wind’s whistling lash
The startled storm-clouds reared on high
And plunged in terror down the sky,
And the big rain in one black wave
Fell from the sky and struck my grave.
I know not how such things can be;
I only know there came to me
A fragrance such as never clings
To aught save happy living things;
\A sound as of some joyous elf
Singing sweet songs to please himself,
And, through and over everything,
A sense of glad awakening.
The grass, a-tiptoe at my ear,
Whispering to me I could hear;
I felt the rain’s cool finger-tips
Brushed tenderly across my lips,
Laid gently on my sealed sight,
And all at once the heavy night
Fell from my eyes and I could see, —
A drenched and dripping apple-tree,
A last long line of silver rain,
A sky grown clear and blue again.
And as I looked a quickening gust
Of wind blew up to me and thrust
Into my face a miracle
Of orchard-breath, and with the smell, —
I know not how such things can be! —
I breathed my soul back into me.
Ah! Up then from the ground sprang I
And hailed the earth with such a cry
As is not heard save from a man
Who has been dead, and lives again.
About the trees my arms I wound;
Like one gone mad I hugged the ground;
I raised my quivering arms on high;
I laughed and laughed into the sky,
Till at my throat a strangling sob
Caught fiercely, and a great heart-throb
Sent instant tears into my eyes;
O God, I cried, no dark disguise
Can e’er hereafter hide from me
Thy radiant identity!
Thou canst not move across the grass
But my quick eyes will see Thee pass,
Nor speak, however silently,
But my hushed voice will answer Thee.
I know the path that tells Thy way
Through the cool eve of every day;
God, I can push the grass apart
And lay my finger on Thy heart!
The world stands out on either side
No wider than the heart is wide;
Above the world is stretched the sky, —
No higher than the soul is high.
The heart can push the sea and land
Farther away on either hand;
The soul can split the sky in two,
And let the face of God shine through.
But East and West will pinch the heart
That can not keep them pushed apart;
And he whose soul is flat — the sky
Will cave in on him by and by.
[Thank you Dear Brother]
*Sun~Rose is the scribe of the recently published book, “YOU ARE LOVED AND SAFE: PREP NOTES FOR EXPERIENCING GOD’S LOVE“, Jesus’ Guidance on the Miracle Principles
She is also author of, “RADIANT LIFE: RAW FOOD AND THE PRESENCE OF LOVE”BOTH now available on amazon.com