Rob Rideout ~ My Path to the Course

My Path to the Course
by Rob Rideout*

 [as it appeared in the April 2011 Newsletter]


Looking back now, my path to A Course in Miracles probably all started in 1969 when I accepted Jesus as my personal Lord and Savior, under the influence of the Campus Crusade for Christ. However, after joining a Christian brotherhood of aspiring monks, where I was daily quizzed on how many Bible verses I had memorized and could recite verbatim, I was totally confused by it all. Their version of reality just didn’t sit well with me. I felt like a parrot of Bible verses, that I didn’t even begin to understand, or the town crier that nobody wanted to hear. Jesus would show me more, much more.

As divine synchronicity would have it, I ingested a hallucinogen that resulted in a near death experience the day after Christmas, 1970. When I was in the black void, with only the consciousness that “I Am”, George Harrison’s song My Sweet Lord began playing.  That was my voice singing to God, not George’s! Soon a brilliant white light began appearing out of the darkness, as my soul sang “I really want to see you Lord”. Then somebody started to emerge out of the light. This Holy One oscillated between masculine and feminine. As I’d been praying to Jesus, I thought it might be him, but without a beard. I began crying from the depths of my soul, as the Holy One communicated telepathically into my heart. I knew this Being to be nothing but pure love. Then it was over. I was shot back into my body, hearing the words to a new song telling me “it’s been a long time coming, it’s going to be a long time gone.” How true that has been.

A year later, I saw the cover of Autobiography of a Yogi. It was Paramahansa Yogananda who had come to me! Next came meeting Baba Ram Dass, who confirmed that I wasn’t crazy and stated that Yogananda had appeared to many young spiritual seekers on drugs. He also autographed my copy of Be Here Now. My next decade was spent being an aspiring yogi and practicing Yogananda’s Self-Realization Fellowship lessons and exercises, chanting, meditating and receiving initiation into Kriya yoga. Yogananda’s path and linage of gurus brought the much needed clarity for me to understand Jesus and Christianity better. Yogananda also showed me the essential truth behind the oneness of all religions. And he brought me to Babaji, the Mahavatar who sent him to America back in the 1920s. Ever since I heard the name Babaji, I knew I knew Him. He and Jesus work together, behind the scenes, in the cosmic scheme of things. And Babaji was to be the next step in my ongoing spiritual evolution. However, I did not know at this point that He had supposedly manifested a body again and was residing in the small village of Haidakhan, in northern India. That would come later, along with the mystery and myth of this current manifestation.

After hearing Bhagavan Das sing, I bought a dotara and began chanting mantras to God daily. This simple, ancient two- stringed instrument is easy to play and lets one follow the drone sound into silence. At this point, I purchased my own place in the woods and met a man who’d lived with Babaji. He conducted a Vedic fire ceremony that Babaji had taught him to initiate my new abode. I questioned and grilled him repeatedly, asking if this new Babaji was the same entity Yogananda had written about. Yes, one and the same but peoples egos still question His true identity. Babaji’s new Kriya yoga was the path of truth, simplicity and love while performing karma yoga- work – and keeping one’s mind on God, through repetition of the ancient mantra Om Namaha Shivaya. Babaji stated that this mantra alone was more powerful than a thousand atomic bombs and His 1-800 number. I began at this point seriously doing japa, or the repetition of the mantra on 108 rudraksha beads, to get this vibration into my sub consciousness. I also learned many ways to chant it on my dotara. With all of this going on, I bought A Course in Miracles and began the daily lessons immediately. I tried to make sense of the Text but got nowhere; each sentence bogged me down and had to be re-read over too many times to assimilate. I was just too young, I told myself. I was thirty-three. I’d deal with this Text later, someday, maybe.

Then after a year of being married, our house burns down- a real karmic fire ceremony. In the ashes, untouched by the fire, was a picture of Babaji and His cymbals from Haidakhan. Talk about miracles! Next, was the unexpected news that we have a baby coming, after losing everything? My marriage started to dissolve quickly after I fell twenty feet off a roof, breaking my body in twelve places. Surviving death, I was put back into college for two years to be retrained, while my ex-wife and son left for the Southwest. This is when all of my abandonment issues led to extreme drinking alone. After graduation, I left for India to see Babaji’s ashram, as He had already left His physical body again, and to pray for help with my life in the most spiritual country on earth. I attended the 1995 Kumbha Mela festival with ten million others and lo and behold, who should appear? It was Babaji, asking me if I was having fun.  Yes, but I couldn’t speak to answer Him! Then He disappeared back into the crowd, leaving me blown away. Returning state side, I ended up following my ex- wife and son to the Southwest, where my next step was peyote meetings with the Native Americans for many years to come. Everything I’d read and studied in the Course was evident on the medicine inside that tipi. God Is. I learned more in one night than I had in years of studying metaphysical books. But I didn’t practice all I’d learned and I let my depressed ego, alcohol and abandonment issues take me closer to death’s very door. However, as fate, karma and prayers would have it, I ended up in prison for 2.5 years, instead of dead, where I stumbled upon the Courses’ Manual for Teachers in our library. Soon, I had the entire book sent in free to prisoners and was reintroduced to Jesus again, with all the time I needed to study every word of that lengthy text. After twenty years, I must be old enough to get it now! In time and with the help of the Course, I was finally able to forgive myself for the bizarre life my ego had constructed. I did the daily lessons again, trying to see the face of Christ within each inmate. That was not an easy one. But I left prison a changed, free sober man, much better for the experience and with a first draft book about it all under my belt. Today, I have eight years of sobriety under my belt and my book Still Singing, Somehow won the fall Pinnacle Book Achievement Award. This is a very condensed version of my story- an odyssey of one soul’s karma.

Singer/songwriter Rob Rideout is still singing, somehow on a farm overlooking Colville, WA with his three cats Baba, Maya and Olive. He recently published a second book of poetry, based on his song lyrics. The release of his CD of original songs is scheduled for spring 2011.

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ARTICLE also appears in Selfgrowth


*Singer/songwriter Rob Rideout is still singing, somehow on a farm overlooking Colville, WA with his three cats Baba, Maya and Olive. He recently published a second book of poetry, based on his song lyrics. The release of his CD of original songs is scheduled for spring 2011.
To contact, purchase books, view pictures, hear interviews, see videos and read reviews, go to

Scribing by Sun~Rose

Attainment of the Real World

Jesus Expanding on
“Attainment of the Real World”
Given In His Course In Miracles
original edition ~
CH 12 Sec VII 58

as Received and Transcribed by Sun~Rose*
[as it appeared in the October 2010 Newsletter]


TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE: The text is taken from the JCIM edition <now referred to as the original edition

>of A Course In Miracles. 


The Course is a Miracle in itself, and I have so much appreciation for Helen Schucman’s ability to hear and express His Voice with such supreme beauty.

I have not changed the Course text at all, except as it is interspersed with Jesus’ current Guidance on it.

The Course text is in bold face and BLUE.  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.  

Chapter 12

VII. The Attainment of the Real World

Sit quietly – not just a stillness of the mouth, but of the mind.  The quietness of mind You would have if You were walking by a precipice in total dark, and needed Me to Guide each step.  That – that – is the quietness I want, the attentiveness, as if your life depended on it, and, indeed, it does.  For what You are experiencing now is far from Life Itself – a deadened, flat perception of Something Infinite.

Like feeling your way along the precipice, not with your feet, but with the Wholeness of our Joining, knowing I can See and Feel, and now can You – and so we look upon the world you see, and tell yourself,
“The real world is not like this. It has no buildings, and there are no streets where people walk alone and separate.
As I have said before, Oneness is the universal law.  Nothing is ever left out, a concept that does not exist as Heaven.  Every One and every Thing is precious to Us All.

Because there is no separation, there are no buildings as You know them, nor streets nor gardens as You know them, yet Heaven is not empty!  The Ideas behind the buildings – the Gatherings of Love – these exist.  And streets?  There are Ways – a Holiness of Movement – Infinite Ways.  And Gardens: the Experience of Flowers, Plant Life in Infinite Dances and Songs of Harmony, Experiences that even as Heaven are exquisite, joyous.

There are no stores where people buy an endless list of things they do not need. Because there is no need, there are no stores.  There are designs … of Ideas, again as Dance and Song (Movement and Music) and Mathematics; Beauty coming together in Infinite Experience – a Kaleidoscope of joyous Life.

As Reality, You always have exactly what You need.  This is better said: You always have exactly what is right, and it is given as God’s Gift to You.  This is what the Holy Instant is: sequential and exquisite moments of the Oneness that You share as God is Be-ing You and You and You.  There are not words to give the expression of this Life of seamless Holy Instants, as they flow from Joy and Peace that You have barely tasted yet.  And taste it soon You will, as You allow My Love to Be You, and your experience as Light begins.

The new Jerusalem of which the Bible speaks is the Place of Only Love.  It is not lit with artificial light, and night comes not upon it. There is no day that brightens and grows dim. There is no loss. Nothing is there but shines, and shines forever.” It isn’t lit because All is Light!  You are Light Itself.  And how beautiful You are.

The world YOU see must be DENIED, – not that there is no place for You to be; far from it!  Instead of the world with all its limits, the Universe is yours, with all of Its Infinity of God’s Ideas for You to see, and smell, and hear, and taste and feel.  It is a Universe of rejoicing for everything in It is Love and loving You.  And this is why You must deny what seems to play out before your eyes – for sight of it is costing you a different kind of vision. 

And would You not be happy to see with Me as I do?  To share My Peace and Joy with every view of Reality, another name for Heaven?  We long for You to join the Brotherhood again, for It is lonesome without You.  To do this is not hard.  Again I only ask a little willingness to ask for My True Vision instead of the world You think You see.

YOU CANNOT SEE BOTH WORLDS, for each of them involves a different kind of seeing and depends on what you cherish.  And what do You hold dear?  Is it the world You made with all its pain and loss, or will You let it be that little memory that You feel when We are joined, of what it’s like to feel My Love for You and how secure It is.

The sight of one is possible BECAUSE you have denied the other. When You chose the strange and limited view that We’ve called the world, the Heaven that You’d always known slipped quietly out of sight, hidden by the travesty of life You’ve come to know since then.

And yet its claim to any Reality or Truth is false, for only one is Real. Both are not true, – and only Heaven is the Real – yet either one will seem as real to you as the amount to which you hold it dear.

For eons now the world has been your choice, and it seems to have You tightly in its grip, spinning endlessly between birth and death, and birth and death again, lifetime after lifetime.  What a foolish use of Life Eternal.

And yet their power is NOT the same because their real attraction to you is unequal. What does that mean?  The world You see, what is it but your own invention overlaid upon the joy that Heaven is.  It has no power over You but that with which You do endow it.  It is a useless thing, being non-existent.  And yet You live as if it were reality itself.
You do not really want the world you see, for it has disappointed you since time began.  And how did time ‘begin?  Time is not real, but rather a default state of the ignorance of Mind being All and your projections nothing. This is the fact despite their screaming for reality.

The homes you built have never sheltered you. And do You think there is need for shelter in Reality?  Then think again and try – yes try! – to imagine what could ever harm the Spirit of God that’s known as You?  For That is what You truly are.

The roads you made have led you nowhere, for there is nowhere to go for now here is always where You are, as infinite variety. – and no city that you built has withstood the crumbling assault of time. For You have forgotten that your creations are always only Spirit.  Nothing you made but has the mark of death upon it. Yet all Real Things teach only Life Eternal.

Hold it not dear, for it is old and tired, – and dear it certainly isn’t – and ready to return to dust even as you made it.  A great distinction between this world and Heaven is that: in the world things are constructed while as Heaven they just are; having … no, Be-ing Complete from God.

This aching world has not the power to touch the living world at all.  It waits in joyous, patient expectation for your glad return.  Your robe, and ring and sandals are resting by the open door.  You could not give it that, – and yet the time is drawing nearer every instant – and so although you – did, and do no longer – turn in sadness from it, – because You know you cannot find in IT the road that leads away from it into another world, the one You made, or so You think. And yet it is nothing new, but just a limited distortion of a Place so perfect and so beautiful that fills Eternity, and You have only buried – not forgotten – the Knowledge of It.
And so, although the memory is deeply hidden: Yet the real world has the power to touch you even here BECAUSE YOU LOVE IT. Yes!!  You felt the power and the Truth behind those words.  You have NOT FORGOTTEN WHAT True Love is,  And what you call with love WILL come to You because It is already here.  What You thought You left is always with You.  It is You who is ignoring It and not the other way around!  And isn’t this good news.

Love always answers, because It abides as You, and therefore, Its very Be-ing, is being unable to deny a call for help, or not to hear the cries of pain that rise to it from every part of this strange world you made but do not want, It stands ever ready to give You all the aid You need. The only effort – and it is really effortless once You realize the pain it is – you need make to give this world away in glad exchange for what you did not make is willingness to learn THE ONE YOU MADE IS FALSE. For never could You change Reality.  It is as Permanent as God, unchanging Good; for God It is, Be-ing All Creation.
You HAVE been wrong about the world because you have misjudged YOURSELF. The moment that You chose to see a different way, so different became Your world, for your world is only What You see or what You think You see.  And that is literally: what You think, … You see?

And once You’d thought to see a different way, well: From such a twisted reference point what COULD you see but God’s Creation twisted beyond recognition?

All vision starts WITH THE PERCEIVER, who judges what is true and what is false. And what is judgment but an exercise of thinking on your own, the very antipode of Knowing, your original Consciousness.   Having shrunken your vision and ‘invented’ a place so unlike Heaven that it should have been laughable to You, rather than embraceable.  And embrace it You have till your memory of Home and Joy is completely gone, there remaining only the sense that You should be happy, if only You remembered how.

And what he judges false HE DOES NOT SEE. All that remains to You is the strange exercise of ‘thinking’, which is what your Knowing shrunk to.  And with it You endlessly attempt to justify yourself in every situation.

You who would judge reality CANNOT see it, – as It is hidden by your misperceptions – for whenever judgment enters reality has slipped away.  And why?  Because Reality is Love, and Love sees All through the Vision of Perfection.  Yes, You felt a faint reminder of what it means to be loved like that, and You are remembering your first experience of that Love as You, and how You saw the great gulf between the love that serves the world and the Love of Heaven, the only Reality.

The relentless judgment of the ego, with its darkened sense, hides Reality from view, and not remembering what You’ve lost, You search frantically for some one or some thing – or many ones and many things to fill an emptiness without measure, when all it takes to feel fulfilled and safe is to reach out for My hand and open up your mind to Me and let Love in.

The out of mind is out of sight – and so You do not see the glorious Self You are – because what is denied is there, but is not RECOGNIZED. Christ is still there – right where You are – although you know Him not. His Being does not depend upon your recognition. And so He waits in loving silence for You to ask for help.  He lives within you – as You – in the quiet present – which is always Now and Here. And it is quiet because You have moved all your attention to the past and to the future, totally neglecting Now.  And Now is where You really are while You dwell endlessly in the past and dream within the dream about the future.

And so that lovely, “quiet present” – also known as Now – abides, and waits for you to – to shut the door forever on the future and leave the past behind – as it never was – and enter into the Present – ever-presentworld He holds out to you in love – as His eternal Gift of You. Will You not take it Now and let His Love become You?  And your return to Home is sure and steady, filled with both His Joy and Yours.


*Sun~Rose is the scribe of the recently published book,



 BOTH now available on

Poems by J.Michaels

The Fly in My Eye

By J. Michaels*
[as it appeared in the September 2010 Newsletter]


(The Preface from The Fly in My Eye poetry collection)

Impunity is defined as freedom from unpleasant consequences. If that is truly the case, then we all must live lives of unconscious impunity. By that I mean although we continually experience the consequences of the material life, we do so without being aware of the source of many of those consequences. We are then left to our own devices to try to understand the true causes of seemingly random effects. This is the proverbial blind spot inherent within the narrow confines of the human perceptual experience.

We seem to be at the mercy of the world and all of its myriad and random occurrences: An earthquake includes us and we are its victim due to its seeming enormity and invincibility. A friend turns on us for no apparent reason and we are left to choose between blaming and rationalization. And although we spend an inordinate amount of time trying to control our lives and those in our care, we all know in the recesses of our mind that control is simply not possible in such a world, and it scares the crap out of us! Yet we cling to this vast uncertainty and continue to expect it to improve. But we know it won’t. It hasn’t for centuries and the same old uncertainty continues to rule the world. So we turn our hope to fantasies in an attempt to live better in that delusion, even though we know that eventually it will turn on us as well, one day fatally.

 It is quite incongruous that we spend so much time indulging in fantasy (TV, video games, movies, pornography, nocturnal dreams, obsessions, wishes, etc.) but we are unable to accept the notion that the one remaining layer of our “reality” may be fantasy as well. If we are 90% immersed in dreams and fantasy, could we not be just as easily 100% immersed? The main tool of recognition in the material world is perception and it always represents as a subjective stance. Each seeming individual perceives the same time, space, object, subject, or situation differently, primarily based on their own perceptual filters culled from a limited knowledge and perspective.

So along comes this old guy who tries to tell you that this entire world may be a dream and you respond with, what the hell is he talking about? What I speak of is the notion that our so-called waking state is simply another level of dreaming and behind that final layer of fantasy lies a reality based on the truth. I, like you, have but two real choices; believe in the validity of this world with all its uncertainty, contradiction, absurdities, violence, and discord or allow my mind to accept the possibility that another, better reality exists. The only better reality I know of is the one conceived of by our divine Creator. Many of us, although the form does vary, believe in a Supreme Being who has done just that, yet we relegate that notion to the backrooms of our mind, residing very closely to our belief in other nice to have things.

One of the attributes of an omnipotent Creator is an all-knowing nature and that implies a single unified Mind. Few would argue that such a Creator would make as big a mess of things as we see in the material world. So if the Creator’s Creation is a better reality and we are all, as Children of God, present in that single, unified Mind, is it not conceivable that the totality of the perceptual world is one big illusion? An illusion, dream, or fantasy made and maintained by the sleeping part of the one Mind? How else do we reconcile our inherent divine nature as children of God with the treatment we receive as humans? Is God vindictive? Cannot He handle the job? Are these questions any less absurd than the notion that this perceptual world is not His, but rather our own limited mental invention?

I realize the enormity of trying to convince anyone of the fallacy of a life whose validity is continually reinforced by a constant barrage of sensory data.  Yet we all know intuitively that life is composed of much more than sensory input. If it were not, we would fail to experience the most precious of life’s gifts; namely love, joy, peace, freedom and completion or fulfillment. So if you deem yourself ready to explore the possibility of a divine reality created by God and further to follow a path of potentialities engendered by that choice, I stand ready to lend a hand. I am a much simplified man, lately ridden of frail beliefs and notions that confine me to only the accepted forms of reality. I have seen, with my own inner connection to that one Mind, many wonderful aspects of the divine world. Yet I cannot convince you by means of sight or sound or feel, but only by the certainty you will experience upon encountering the same truth that has graced my life.

I have come to recognize the fly in my eye; that reflection left by my own projection and perceptual delusion. That picture of me and my world is simply what I have shown myself to be true. A picture painted by a small, sleeping part of my mind, an errant thought if you will, that I allowed to deceive me for want of a “better reality”. Remove the fly from your eye, if you deem it timely, and together we will explore those other, better possibilities.

The Fly in My Eye

What’s gone awry

What’s gone awry

What’s gone awry

I’ve got something in my eye

Don’t move, I’ll get it

It might be a lonely fly

That sits upon my eye

Don’t squish him, we’re buddies

Though of different species we abide

I‘ve grown accustomed to his loneliness

And he, to the fly in my eye


Copyright 2010 J. Michaels

J. Michaels
Writer, Storyteller & Poet
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