Course in Miracles
28 - The Undoing of Fear
to Dreams of Fear
What is a sense of
sickness but a sense of limitation? Of a splitting off and separating
from? A gap perceived between yourselves and what is seen as health?
The good is seen outside; the evil, in. And thus is sickness separating
off the self from good and keeping evil in.
God is the alternate
to dreams of fear. Who shares in them can never share in Him. But
who withdraws his mind from sharing them is sharing Him. There is
no other choice. Except you share it, nothing can exist. And you
exist because God shared His Will with you, that His creation might
It is the sharing
of the evil dreams of hate and malice, bitterness and death,
of sin and suffering and pain and loss, that makes them real.
Unshared, they are
perceived as meaningless. The fear is gone from them because you
did not give them your support. Where fear has gone, there love
must come because there are but these alternatives. Where one appears,
the other disappears. And which you share becomes the only one you
have. You have the one which you accept, because it is the only
one you wish to have. You share no evil dreams if you forgive the
dreamer and perceive that he is not the dream he made. And so he
cannot be a part of yours, from which you both are free.
the dreamer from the evil dream and thus releases him.
Remember if you share
an evil dream, you will believe you are the dream you share. And
fearing it, you will not want to know your own Identity because
you think that it is fearful. And you will deny your Self and walk
upon an alien ground which your Creator did not make and where you
seem to be a "something" you are not. You will make war
upon your Self, which seems to be your enemy, and will attack your
brother as a part of what you hate. There is no compromise. You
are your Self or an illusion. What can be between illusion and the
truth? A middle ground where you can be a thing that is not you
must be a dream and cannot be the truth.
You have conceived
a little gap between illusions and the truth to be the place where
all your safety lies and where your Self is safely hidden by what
you have made.
Here is a world established
that is sick, and this the world the body's eyes perceive. Here
are the sounds it hears--the voices which its ears were made to
hear. Yet sights and sounds the body can perceive are meaningless.
It cannot see nor hear. It does not know what seeing is, what listening
is for. It is as little able to perceive as it can judge or understand
or know. Its eyes are blind; its ears are deaf. It cannot think,
and so it cannot have effects.
What is there God
created to be sick? And what
that He created not can be?
Let not your eyes
behold a dream, your ears bear witness to illusion. They were made
to look upon a world that is not there, to hear the voices that
can make no sound. Yet are there other sounds and other sights which
can be seen and heard and understood. For eyes and ears are senses
without sense, and what they see and hear they but report. It is
not they that hear and see, but you, who put together every jagged
piece, each senseless scrap and shred of evidence, and make a witness
to the world you want. Let not the body's ears and eyes perceive
these countless fragments seen within the gap which you imagined,
and let them persuade their maker his imaginings are real.
reality because it shares the function all creation shares. It is
not made of little bits of glass, a piece of wood, a thread or two
perhaps, all put together to attest its truth. Reality does not
depend on this. There is no gap which separates the truth from dreams
and from illusions. Truth has left no room for them in any place
or time. For it fills every place and every time and makes them
You who believe
there is a little gap between you, do not understand that it is
here that you are kept as prisoners in a world perceived to be existing
here. The world you see does not exist because the place where you
perceive it is not real. The gap is carefully concealed in fog,
and misty pictures rise to cover it with vague, uncertain forms
and changing shapes, forever unsubstantial and unsure. Yet in the
gap is nothing. And there are no awesome secrets and no darkened
tombs where terror rises from the bones of death. Look at the little
gap, and you behold the innocence and emptiness of sin that you
will see within yourself when you have lost the fear of recognizing