The other day, at the assisted living facility where I work, one of the memory impaired residents entered a room and closed the door. The problem was, it wasn’t her room. When the housekeeper pointed out her mistake, the resident became belligerent and locked the door.
From the common living room where I was giving a presentation, I could watch what was going on. None of the staff, nor her grown daughter who had been called in, were having any luck convincing her that that room was not her home. Because they were being gentle and trying not to further confuse or frighten her, when I left a half hour later, the problem still had not been resolved.
On my ride home, I began thinking how perfectly that situation mirrors what I am experiencing as I study A Course in Miracles. The Course tells me repeatedly that this body that I believe I reside in is not my true home. That my true home is at one with God in Spirit – not in the world of form. It teaches this slowly and gently through 365 daily lessons so as not to overwhelm or frighten me.
As much as I swear I want to know and live the truth, my defenses go up and I dig in my heels. This body must be my home! I can see it, feel it, touch it. I can attack with it or be attacked. I have to protect it. I have to feed it. I experience pain with it . . . On and on it goes – the Course reminding me of the truth, and me inventing one scenario after another to disprove it – afraid to let go of the image I have made – unwilling to admit I might be wrong.
I wonder what it finally took to convince that woman that the territory she was so staunchly defending was not her home.
I wonder what it will take to convince me.
Let your spirit soar!
Paula
Spirit Rising Ministries 
Very cool!
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I remember listening to a hindu dr explaining reincarnation. when someone in audience talked of fear of dying, he said, why its no different than changing ur shirt. faith is hard to come by but very rewarding to believe.
Yes. Faith can move mountains. 🙂