Sickness is a defense against the truth. I will accept the truth of what I am, and let my mind be wholly healed today.
Sickness is not an accident. It is a form of defense, a device for self-deception. And like all the rest, its purpose is to hide reality, attack it, change it, render it inept, distort it, twist it, or reduce it to a little pile of unassembled parts. The aim of all defenses is to keep the truth from being whole. The parts are seen as if each one were whole within itself.
Defenses are not unintentional, nor are they made without awareness. They seem to be unconscious but because of the rapidity with which you choose to use them. And afterwards, your plan requires that you must forget you made it. Defenses make facts unrecognizable.
Sickness is a decision. It is not a thing that happens to you. It is a choice you make. The sickness of the body convinces you that you are separate from the truth. This makes the body stronger than the truth, more powerful than everlasting life.
God knows not of your plans to change His Will. The universe remains unheeding of the laws by which you thought to govern it. And Heaven has not bowed to hell, nor life to death. Defenses are plans to defeat what cannot be attacked. Truth wants to give you happiness, that is its purpose. It may sigh a little when you throw away its gifts, and yet it knows, with certainty, that what God wills for you must be received.
Ask that the truth come to you and set you free, and truth will come, for it never has been apart from us. It merely waits for the invitation. Healing will flash across your open mind, as peace and truth arise to take the place of war and vain imaginings. Your mind will be healed of all sickness that it tried to authorize the body to obey.
Now is the body healed, because the source of sickness has been opened to relief.
I have forgotten what I really am, for I mistook my body for myself. Sickness is a defense against the truth. But I am not a body. And my mind cannot attack. So I cannot be sick.
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If you are already stricken with an illness, I would imagine this a hard read. Why would I wish myself sick? And yet, on some level, I decided that this is so. And not only me, but collectively we decide it is so. When we here the diagnosis, cancer, we all think death, don't we? what if we, collectively, took this lesson and made the sickness not so. We are not a body, we are spirit. It appears that my body is sick, but I am not sick. Would collective thought, collective prayers lift the body to a higher level, and would the illness be lifted from the body?
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