How grateful I am that I now see reality as what I "see" on the inside and not with my eyes. Somehow it was no surprise to me to learn that what most people call the real world, is anything but. It all makes total sense to me. At last.
Ever since I was a little boy it seemed to me that the popular stories about who we are and what we're doing here just didn't square. There are obvious and glaring contradictions to the popular stories. I never hesitated to call bullshit to what seemed like bullshit to me, no matter how popular or ancient the story was, or no matter how credentialed the authority spouting the story.
As I look back I see I came in this life primed to find the philosophy of A Course in Miracles.
I am in need of nothing but the truth. Or course, "truth" is relative to our choices. What is true for a Christian is not true for an Atheist, what is true for a Republican is not true for a Democrat, what is true for a fat person is not true for a slender one, what is true for an older person is not true for a kid, etc, etc, etc.
My truth is not what I see with my eyes. My truth is what my eyes do not see. My truth is what I see with no thought, no emotion, no sound. My truth is pure Being-ness.
A Course In Miracles.