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A Course in Miracles quote for you

All sickness comes from separation. When the separation is denied, it goes. For it is gone as soon as the idea that brought it has been healed, and been replaced by sanity. Sickness and sin are seen as consequence and cause, in a relationship kept hidden from awareness that it may be carefully preserved from reason's light.

Guilt asks for punishment, and its request is granted. Not in truth, but in the world of shadows and illusions built on sin. Perception changes, made to take the place of changeless knowledge. Yet is truth unchanged. It cannot be perceived, but only known. What is perceived takes many forms, but none has meaning. Brought to truth, its senselessness is quite apparent. Kept apart from truth it seems to have meaning and be real.

Working on seeing all the beauty today, even though feeling a little separate. Decided that I was missing a lot. My daughter playing with the kitty: "Our kitty was the best kitty in the whole hotel thing." (speaking of the pound;) The two of us sitting side by side mending some clothes, laughing as she keeps unthreading her needle; the sunshine, beckoning us outside. Let me pay heed and allow the feeling that something is missing to fall away, if just for this moment.

Yes, separation is sickness. Let me step outside of it today.
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  1. Powerful Quote!!!!!!

    The "want" of not feeling separate is a day to day, moment to moment battle, yet in those moments of oneness nothing could be more powerful and peaceful at the same time!

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  2. Brooke, I love the glimpse of you, your daughter, and kitty together in a moment of loving connection!

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