Forgetting and Remembering with Mama

Dear Hearts,

I have been with my Mama in Florida for a few days.  If you have been reading my notes, you already know Mom suffers with dementia, forgetting so thoroughly, she locked her aide out of the house and called the police. Three times she called for help, fearing an intruder. I am grateful she opened the door for me.  I wonder what makes her remember some of us, some of the time and not others.  What makes her open the door to some, but believe the rest are dangerous strangers.

Forgetfulness is a theme in A Course in Miracles, which has remembering as a major goal.  In fact, waking up is the activation of clear Mind which Remembers God and Self as One, and un-remembers everything else.

I think we all have dementia in this world.  We think of each other as strangers, and foreigners. We hesitate to answer our doors when someone knocks.  We are not clear about Who we are, and hence not clear about others. Uncertainty leads to defense. Fearful thoughts become inner locks and bars, a cage in which we lose our freedom to join and communicate.  Our false self, guided by false thoughts, believes this prison is our safety.

Jess says, we are Sons of the Abba of Absolute Love. We are Christ, God’s Creation and the Second Personality in Being with the Trinity.  One with our Source, we are also absolute love. 

I play a little game when my doorbell rings.  I perk up, saying, Christ is here. Christ has come, and open the door to welcome my friend.  This helps me correct the temptation to forget my Self, my Love, and my unity with all creation.  This helps me See and experience family, not foe. Every visitor is a reminder to unbind my heart and let Jesus in.

There are times when my mother looks hard at me, as if dreaming of an enemy, her trust evaporated. Those are the moments when I search within my Self for a deeper Love, a truer Truth, a peace that looks beyond time and bodies. Suddenly there will be a turnaround…I am her beloved again. She recognizes me and gazes with indescribable affection in her eyes.  She is my Mama once more and I am her daughter. I remember Who she is, she remembers What we are.

How like the lesson in the Course, WB P2-234, when we are given a prayer to remember our birthright.

            Father, today I am your Son again. Today we …anticipate the time when    dreams of sin   and guilt are gone and we have reached again the holy place we never left…there was   no lapse in continuity nor break in thoughts which are forever unified as one.    Nothing has ever happened to disturb the peace of God the Father and the Son…. (the      mama and the daughter).

            We thank you Father, (Mama) that we cannot lose the memory of You and of your             Love. We recognize our safety and give thanks for all the gifts You have bestowed on            us, for all the loving help we have received… and the Word which        you have given us that            we are saved.

Before I left Mama said, three times, remember how much I love you. Remember how much I love you. Remember I love you. There is a lot of temptation to forget, but I think my mama is teaching me to wake up. How plainly I see,

            God is still Love,

            and Love forever speaks to me,

            The Truth of Our Identity.

We are meeting today at my home, 161 Sassamon Ave, Milton, 7:30, our hearts ever opening, our Vision expanding, that we may see past our cage to His Perfect Creation.

all love,

marybeth