Today’s review covers these ideas: W-75 and W-76
1. W-75. “The light has come.”
2. By choosing salvation instead of attack, I am simply choosing to recognize what is already there. I
²Salvation is a decision that has already been made.
³Attack and grievances are not an option.
⁴Thus, I am always choosing between truth and illusion, between what is there and what is not.
⁵The light has come.
⁶I can only choose the light, because there is no other alternative.
⁷Light has replaced darkness, and darkness has disappeared.
3. These are some helpful ways to apply this idea specifically:
²This cannot show me darkness, for the light has come.
³The light in you is all I want to see, (name).
⁴I only want to see what is really there in this.
4. W-76. “I am under no laws but God’s.”
5. This is the perfect statement of my freedom.
²I am governed by no laws but God’s.
³I am constantly tempted to invent other laws and give them power over me. II
⁴I suffer only because I believe in them.
⁵But in truth they have no effect on me at all.
⁶I am perfectly immune to the effects of any law except God’s.
⁷And His are the laws of freedom.
6. The following statements may be helpful for applying this idea specifically:
²My perception of this shows me I believe in laws that do not exist.
³I see only the Laws of God at work in this.
⁴Let it be the Laws of God that operate in this, and not my own.
I The light has come! It is the exclamation of a sound and happy mind; it is what is declared by one who has forgiven the world in order to grant salvation to himself.
He apparently had before him two options: to condemn or to forgive. But he has chosen well—he has chosen not to listen to that furious voice that shouted from his gut how “reality” was supposed to be, and how flawed it was.
Until now, without realizing it, he had accepted the precepts of that harsh voice, because it was the first thing that came to his mind. He had never questioned the appropriateness of that interpretation; in fact, in his hallucination, he had not even noticed that it was only that—a story being told to him, or rather, a story he was telling himself, because he believed it was he who thought that way. But was it?
One day, perhaps tired of so much suffering, he began to question his own judgment—he began to doubt himself. Which, on the other hand, is quite surprising, because whoever doubts must be different from that which is doubted.
What confusion! Am I one or two?
The light has come! I am not two! I am not that voice that dictates how reality must be. I am not that voice that tells me I am right. Nor am I the one that tells me I am wrong. I am no voice at all, nor am I anything any voice tells me I am.
I am. Period. The light has come!
I no longer believe that voice. I no longer believe in anything. Now the light has come, and I no longer need beliefs, interpretations, or stories to be told.
Now I see! Now I see the light, and I am left speechless—I am left without stories, and without them I cannot judge or harbor resentments.
Now my heart overflows with joy, and my mind is at peace. I am one. I am He Who Is.
II Once upon a time there was a man who searched. Once upon a time there was a collector of rules, of stories, and of descriptions. Once upon a time there was a legalist. Once upon a time there was a fearful man who sought laws to govern him.
Nothing in particular was happening in his mind; only the strange idea had entered that he needed explanations, and so he had gone out into the world to find them.
Things—he told himself—are not just things; they are things with explanations, but these are not evident—they are hidden and must be found. Thus, he wandered restlessly through the world in search of the descriptions of things.
Things—he also told himself—come with rules and instructions that tell you what they are, what they are for, and how to use them, like the inserts that come with medicine.
The poor man was somewhat lost. He felt uncertain and insecure without something to tell him how he should live. He was afraid of freedom, and responsibility was a concept that made him ill. He was terrified of making mistakes. He was afraid of life. He was afraid to create. He was afraid of love. He was afraid of himself.
His first instinct was to find a hole to hide in, and he only dared go out at night, in dim light, frantically scanning the ground in search of some scrap of paper with instructions about something.
When he found one, he would rise up excitedly and begin to shout to the four winds what was written there, so that everyone might hear of his happy discovery and celebrate with him that from now on they would know exactly what to do about some trivial matter.
And that was not the worst. At times he would join up with another lunatic he found somewhere, burdened with bags of grimy papers scribbled with rules and instructions, and together they would build a strange friendship based on shared values such as intolerance, rigidity, and fanaticism.
Shared madness multiplies and becomes cruel and aggressive. And it is then that the raging madmen hurl themselves upon the ignorant, who have not yet discovered the perverse pleasure of fearing freedom.
The Laws of God are the anti-laws of the world. They are laws that grant omnipotence and limitlessness; Laws that categorically forbid anything less than everything, and that, indispensably, apply equally to all that exists.
They are the euphoric Laws of God—and moreover, they are inviolable.