you could live in Paradise

You are here for Me. It feels as if I almost understand this today. The problem, all those years, has been in the assumption that You, dear God, are someone else. Someone to please. Someone to obey. Someone to follow. But elseness never comes from anywhere but within. Since it does not exist, it has to be posited and stated to make it appear real, and it is.

The one in the mirror – still someone else, isn't he? If he were not, how deep, how absolute the agreement would be. It's not possible to find fault with myself. Only with myself seen as someone else. Paradise is how I look in the mirror.

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