The nail that entered my flesh was driven by anger. Yet all I felt was love for this centurion, my brother. That was all I was experiencing at this point. No pain, no discomfort, no tears, and no remorse for the path I was on and the piece of wood to which I was being secured.
All I felt was love and whole connection with my Father.
Clavius, the centurion, kept sneaking glances at my face since we'd arrived on the hilltop. He was seeking the same pained expressions of anguish and utter defeat as my brothers were experiencing on their crossed pieces of lumber.
I could not offer the satisfaction since nothing remained but the deepest love for all of my brothers and sisters.
I closed my eyes and used the tool of forgiveness one last time by thinking, I created this dream. I would rather experience the peace of God, my Father, instead of this. I release this to the Holy Spirit to heal.
My body melted away, but my smile did not. I blissfully lost myself in the never-ending ocean of my Father's love.
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The Spirit That Moves Mountains
SpiritualThe novel based on A Course in Miracles and asks, "What if Jeshua was so enlightened he never suffered during the crucifixion?" Follow Jeshua and Mary Magdalene through the desert of Judea over two thousand years ago as they teach and practice the s...
