i GOT A COLD

My body identity has a cold. Yes me my identity, my body, the story I tell myself is sick. A cold is the same as a little death. It reminds me that one day in the future I will get sick and old and die. This is what a body identity does. It thinks it is born gets old and dies. What a predicament. Have you ever asked yourself if this is true. Is death a fact?

Nothing that was made by God ever dies. And God made everything that was ever made. If this is true and I assure you it is, I made death. I am the judge, jury and executioner. This is me as a little i. My self identity I made up. It is not real. Nothing that is real can die.

Is not this happy news. I am still as God created me. I can not get old. I can not get sick. I can not die. Thank you God.

Hair I Forgive

I got a hair cut today. After it was cut I looked down and all this hair, my hair was on the floor. It was part of me, now it's not. It will be placed in the trash and thrown out.

What a crazy place to be. My body will be clipped from it's life force and be thrown away some day. Is that any different that a lock of hair?

It certainly seems a lot more valuable to me than that hair on the floor. But that's only because I identify with my body and value it. I remember I got a hair cut and I fear the day my body will be cut off and thrown out.

I don't suppose the hair on the floor has a memory. I don't suppose it cares one way or the other about it's fate.

I need some forgiveness here. True forgiveness means there is no past, there is no future, the past is gone and each new instant is just that, NEW.

Can I forgive my self for the idea of death. Future death of my body is only a memory, a tradition that is passed down from other bodies like me to me.

To live each day now, to be born again is to forgive my self and forget my past. Forget the past and I am free. I am saved and in Heaven right now. I choose to forget in order to forgive.