Track artwork

ACIM Lesson 182

ACIM_Original on July 01, 2013 15:42

0.00 / 11.31
Hide the comments

Stats for this track

This Week Total
Plays 1 28
Favoritings 3
Downloads 1 4

Uploaded by

  • Report copyright infringement

    More tracks by ACIM_Original

    ACIM Lesson 201 AUDIO Review VI - L181 ♫ ♪ ♫


    ACIM Lesson 183 Audio “I call upon God’s Name and on my own. ♫ ♪ ♫

    ACIM Lesson 182 Audio “I will be still a moment and go home. ♫ ♪ ♫

    ACIM Intro to Lessons 181-200 Audio ♫ ♪ ♫

    View all

    CIMS SonShip Radio presents the AUDIO of the ACIM Lessons 182. Music and words are by Martin Weber-Caspers [maz] Course in Miracles Society member currently the head of the translation project in Europe. This lesson as set to music here:

    This world you seem to live in is not home
    to you. And somewhere in your mind you know

    that this is true. A memory of home

    keeps haunting you, as if there were a place

    which calls you to return although you do

    not recognize the Voice, nor what it is

    the Voice reminds you of. Yet still you feel

    an alien here, from somewhere all unknown.

    Nowhere so definite that you could say

    with certainty you are an exile here:

    just a persistent feeling, sometimes not

    more than a tiny throb, at other times

    hardly remembered, actively dismissed,

    but surely to return to mind again.

    No-one but knows whereof we speak. But some

    try to put by their suffering in games

    they play to occupy their time and keep

    their sadness from them. Others will deny

    that they are sad, and do not recognize

    their tears at all. Still others will maintain

    that what we speak of is illusion, not

    to be considered more than but a dream.

    Yet who in simple honesty, without

    defensiveness and self deception, would

    deny he understands the words we speak?

    We speak today for everyone who walks

    this world, for he is not at home. He goes

    uncertainly about in endless search,

    seeking in darkness what he cannot find;

    not recognizing what it is he seeks.

    A thousand homes he makes, yet none contents

    his restless mind. He does not understand

    he builds in vain. The home he seeks can not

    be made by him. There is no substitute

    for Heaven. All he ever made was hell.

    Perhaps you think it is your childhood home

    that you would find again. The childhood of

    your body and its place of shelter are

    a memory now so distorted that

    you merely hold a picture of a past

    which never happened. Yet there is a Child

    in you Who seeks His Father's house, and knows

    that He is alien here. This Childhood is

    eternal, with an innocence which will

    endure forever. Where this Child shall go

    is holy ground. It is His holiness

    that lights up Heaven, and that brings to earth

    the pure reflection of the light above

    wherein are earth and Heaven joined as one.

    It is this Child in you your Father knows

    as His Own Son. It is this Child Who knows

    His Father. He desires to go home

    so deeply, so unceasingly, His Voice

    cries unto you to let Him rest a while.

    He does not ask for more than just a few

    instants of respite; just an interval

    in which He can return to breathe again

    the holy air that fills His Father's house.

    You are His home as well. He will return.

    But give Him just a little time to be

    Himself, within the peace that is His home,

    resting in silence and in peace and love.

    This Child needs your protection. He is far

    from home. He is so little that He seems

    so easily shut out, His tiny Voice

    so readily obscured, His calls for help

    almost unheard amid the grating sounds

    and harsh and rasping noises of the world.

    Yet does He know that in you still abides

    His sure protection. You will fail Him not.

    He will go home, and you along with Him.

    This Child is your defenselessness, your strength.

    He trusts in you. He came because He knew

    you would not fail. He whispers of His home

    unceasingly to you. For He would bring

    you back with Him that He Himself might stay,

    and not return again where He does not

    belong, and where He lives as outcast in

    a world of alien thoughts. His patience has

    no limits. He will wait until you hear

    His gentle Voice within you, calling you

    to let Him go in peace along with you

    to where He is at home, and you with Him.

    When you are still an instant, when the world

    recedes from you, when valueless ideas

    cease to have value in your restless mind,

    then will you hear His Voice. So poignantly

    He calls to you that you will not resist

    Him longer. In that instant, He will take

    you to His home, and you will stay with Him

    in perfect stillness, silent and at peace,

    beyond all words, untouched by fear and doubt,

    sublimely certain that you are at home.

    Rest with Him frequently today. For He

    was willing to become a little child

    that you might learn of Him how strong is he

    who comes without defenses, offering

    only love's messages to those who think

    He is their enemy. He holds the might

    of Heaven in His hand and calls them friend,

    and gives His strength to them that they may see

    He would be Friend to them. He asks that they

    protect Him, for His home is far away,

    and He will not return to it alone.

    Christ is reborn as but a little Child

    each time a wanderer would leave his home.

    For he must learn that what he would protect

    is but this Child, Who comes defenseless and

    Who is protected by defenselessness.

    Go home with Him from time to time today.

    You are as much an alien here as He.

    Take time today to lay aside your shield

    which profits nothing, and lay down the spear

    and sword you raise against an enemy

    without existence. Christ has called you friend

    and brother. He has even come to you

    to ask your help in letting Him go home

    completed and completely. He has come

    as does a little child, who must beseech

    his father for protection and for love.

    He rules the universe, and yet He asks

    unceasingly that you return with Him

    and take illusions as your gods no more.

    You have not lost your innocence. It is

    for this you yearn. This is your heart's desire.

    This is the Voice you hear, and this the Call

    which cannot be denied. The holy Child

    remains with you. His home is yours. Today

    He gives you His defenselessness, and you

    accept it in exchange for all the toys

    of battle you have made. And now the way

    is open, and the journey has an end

    in sight at last. Be still a moment and

    go home with Him and be at peace a while.

    *Some Original Editions have Lesson 182 as "I call upon God's Name and on my own." These will be corrected in the next printing. The correct wording for Lesson 182 is: "I will be still a moment and go home.

    Add a new comment

    You need to be logged in to post a comment. If you're already a member, please or sign up for a free account.

    Share to

    If you are using self-hosted WordPress, please use our standard embed code or install the plugin to use shortcodes.
    Add a comment 0 comments at 0.00
      Click to enter a
      comment at