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A Course in Miracles teaches us that the world is illusory, and that we are making it up in our ego minds as a way of maintaining the belief that we are separate from God and one another. The Truth of us is that we are perfect spirit, pure light, and that we never left our home in Oneness with God. In our practice of A Course in Miracles, our role is to accept the Atonement – which is the full realization that the separation from God never occurred – for ourselves, and as we do so, wake up to the love that we are as the Divine creation of Spirit, and realize that we are home.
In the CE edition of A Course in Miracles (aka the “purple book”) Miracle Principle 25 states,
“Miracles Depend on Timing.”
(I’ll say. I’m pretty sure I was the poster child for that over the past couple of months.)
Jesus goes on to say of this principle, “The reason I direct everything that is unimportant is because it is no way to waste your free will. If you insist on doing the trivial your way, you waste too much time and will on it… I will tell you exactly what to do in connection with everything that does not matter.”
So when He tells us to leave the things he refers to as “trivial”, “unimportant”, and that “don’t matter” up to him, Jesus is referring to everything that has to do with this fake world.
So, the cliffnotes of the blog post I wrote back in May entitled, “There’s No Place Like Home” are:
I had been living in Newburyport, Massachusetts for 19 years, in the same apartment for 11 of them. For the past 3 years have been carrying on a love affair with Portsmouth, New Hampshire, a beautiful seacoast town right on the border of southern Maine – but fear kept me talking myself out of moving there . The power of my thoughts regarding how much I loved that area and wanted to live there finally created the opportunity when my landlords needed to reclaim my apartment and I had to find a new home.
I ended that blog expressing my knowing that it was time to overcome my egoic fear of it all crashing and burning and just take the leap and TRUST, and allow Spirit to drive this moving van. These were my words,
“So, that’s what I’m doing. You could say I’m literally movin’ on up – into a Place of Trust in my Father’s metaphorical House, which has many mansions, one of which is meant for me to make my new crib in while I appear to be here, continuing to do my work of remembering the way back to my real home – the one I never left.
In the meantime, Miracle Street, Portsmouth. Welcome home.”
So now I’m in the ‘Hood, right across the river from Portsmouth, and I am compelled to write this Epiblogue because about 3 weeks after that initial blog was published I attended the International Conference of A Course in Miracles in Boston. Of the something like 500 attendees, approximately 499 of you came up and introduced yourselves to me (and thank you so much for doing that, it was so fantastic to meet so many of our live-streamers and readers in person!) and asked me if I had found a new home yet. I said that I had not, but when I did, I’d blog about it – so here I am, 3 months later, giving you the 411.
When I wrote “There’s No Place Like Home” I posted it to Facebook, asking for help finding a new place. Among the many supportive comments I received was this one from my friend John, whom I know from the Teachers of God community and who resides in Portsmouth. He said, “It awaits your inspection. You need only to align with the quantum existence of it to be connected and realized.”
Word, Bro. That statement was the genesis of my standard answer every time someone asked me if I’d found a place yet – “My perfect home exists in the quantum field and will come into my awareness in Divine timing.”
Before I go on, let me offer a brief fyi: I am a teacher who swears. My style is irreverently reverent and spiritually sassy, and my language unapologetically reflects the blue shades of colorful.
Ok, so I was affirming my *ss off, doing my best to stay in trust (or crawl back to it after taking a detour down the “Omigod, what if I wind up homeless?” rabbit hole), giving it up to Spirit, putting it on the altar every day, forgiving the bejesus out of the fear, and remembering that since this world is a dream I can therefore dream up a nice place to live. Then I’d veer off into I-have-to-make-sh*t-happen-do-it-all-myself Land, and obsessively check the rental ads. That was like doing shots of discouragement with a panic chaser: “Minimum first month, last month and one month security deposit! Excellent references a MUST! Stellar credit rating required! Live chicken sacrifice upon move-in!” One landlord said to me, “I hope you’re not going to have anyone staying overnight. I live downstairs and I can hear everything.”
Yikes. Talk about the ego’s credo of “Seek and do not find.”
Then I’d bust open my Course book to Miracle Principle 25 again, and read:
“You have to remember to ask me to take charge of all minutiae, and they will be taken care of so well and so quickly that you cannot get bogged down in them.”
I also found Cameo 6 of the CE edition of A Course in Miracles very helpful and reassuring during my homing endeavor. It further illustrates the story of Jesus helping Helen Schucman, the scribe of the Course, to find a very specific coat in New York City. In particular He talks to her about her unwillingness to let Him help her because she wants to be bogged down. His point is if we stay bogged down in the minutiae of this illusory world, hyper-focusing / hyperventilating about all of the things we think we need, we can’t be present to Him – to offer miracles to our bros and free ourselves – and do whatever else He would have us do.
That is, of course, the ego’s whole agenda.
Jesus is basically telling us to just let Him take care of all of the bullshit of the world so He can free our minds for what our true purpose is – remembering who we are and waking up in our real ‘Hood, home with God, where we never left.
So I kept asking, “Where is the home I should live in?” Staying in trust, affirming that I knew that He knew that my time was much better spent on thinking about love, and miracles, and shifting my perception, and practicing forgiveness (and, well, probably pretty much anything else including what I’m wearing tomorrow) rather than on fear.
Fast forward about five weeks to Memorial Day, the last day of the ACIM conference. I got a call from my afore-mentioned friend John, asking if I were still looking for a place. He said he was planning to move into a new home with his girlfriend, who turned out to be a lovely woman named Katherine whom I had also known previously – and with whom I had actually been in a goddess group several years ago. She joined John on that call, and she told me her rental home, right across the river from Portsmouth in Eliot, Maine, was precious.
When she invited me to view it a few weeks later, as soon as I walked in I was absolutely enchanted. I knew it was the place Spirit had been guiding me to. It is one of the sweetest, most charming, magical spaces I’ve ever seen – like a year-round beach house cottage married a Hobbit house. It has everything I was looking for, and some things I didn’t even know I wanted – but Spirit did.
Like, for instance, living in the same town as and being neighbors with my home-bros Lisa Natoli and Bill Free.
Oh, come on. Seriously?
So I spoke to the landlord via phone and text, we agreed on a very reasonable rent, and that was it. Done. No request for reference, no credit check, no thumbscrews, no bloodletting. Just a gentle “yes”. With a virtual handshake. I didn’t even meet him until moving day. (When I called him to inquire about a key, he said, “The house is open, the key is on the counter.” Talk about trust.)
I was, however, still faced with putting my worldly possessions in storage and needing a place to stay for the one-month gap between my lease ending and my new home being available.
Once again, I asked, “Ok, JBro– we both know I work for you, and I’m pretty sure you don’t want my mind to be all jammed up by dumb minor details like, you know, where am I sleeping and showering and keeping my stuff and eating and hanging up my old kit bag while I’m doing it. So Imma just trust that you got this… k?
And of course the most elegant solution was placed right into my path through the vessel of my gorgeous and generous friend Marie. She and her husband have a truly spectacular, fully furnished barn on their waterfront property that they custom-built a year ago, complete with amazing, posh guest quarters. They generously gifted it to me as the softest imaginable place on which to land. Being there in that open space, set amidst their incredible gardens and overlooking the river… it was like a month-long retreat in my own private monastery. Peaceful, tranquil, quiet, and surrounded by beauty, right next door to one of my dearest friends (and her hot tub!) What a blessing.
Oh, and as for my stuff – I was offered a free storage unit for the month on a promotion a local facility was having.
My whole journey was like that – brimming with a veritable booty of gifts, serendipitous happenings, thoughtful gestures, artful solutions; an incredible band of ninja-rock-star-packing/unpacking/organizing angels disguised as my boyfriend, family, and friends; too many inspirations, synchronicities, & silver linings to count – all ridiculously perfectly orchestrated by Spirit.
It was like a firehose of grace.
When I let go of fear and just allowed Spirit to direct things for me, when I stayed in trust, when I didn’t cave to the ego’s constant catastrophic predictions and its strong advisement to just settle for the cheapest, crappiest apartment possible (and my insistence that Dude, I’d rather put all my sh*t in storage and couch surf for a year than doubt Spirit like that); When I shifted my perception away from fear and let love rule – well, the brilliance of the manner in which it all unfolded - far more perfectly than I could have ever imagined - was astonishing. And crazy humbling. Click To Tweet
I would never have characterized a move as pleasant, let alone the joy-rocking, fun, adventurous, fantastic straight-up f*cking blast that mine turned out to be.
And as Spirit’s final exclamation point on the whole experience – the sign that greeted me as I drove into my beautiful new state:
Thank you so much for being with me today- I love having you in my crib!
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If something in this blog spoke to you, or inspired you to ask Spirit and TRUST that a better answer than you have will always show up, I’d love for you to share it with me. Please leave me a comment – I read every one.
I love you.
Rev Kelly Russell,
Transformational Life Coach, Psychotherapist & Teacher of A Course in Miracles
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