Reality? Or Mirage?
The following post is helpful for inspiring courage in knowing that just because you can’t see something, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. Where is your happiness? From the inside, or the outside? And why? Hope you enjoy the excerpt From the book Divine Messages from Jesus for a magnificent life p. 2015. 381-387. Cathey, Carolyne.
Carolyne Cathey writes…
SPIRITUAL ONENESS IS challenging to prove because of the supposed unseen aspect of it. Our tendency is, out of fear, or ego, or misunderstanding, to reach toward the visible, the tangible, which means something you can touch. That, in itself is a clue. Whatever you can touch is only temporary. Your true happiness lies with the intangible, the unseen.
I asked Jesus for an understanding of the tangible versus the intangible. He said:
“Trust in the True Reality that is Unseen and yet is revealed in so many ways—love, joy, beauty, harmony, a smile, compassion, acts of kindness—the qualities in life that matter.”
The following Divine message flashed into my mind in it’s entirety, which is always the way they appear to me, the entire message at once.
Wayfarer, a traveler in search of happiness, acceptance, popularity and with a baffling emptiness he longs to fill, stands in front of an invisible ‘something’ that seems like a vast warehouse as large as the Universe. He feels an energy, a power, a silent calling or urging. He senses a luxuriant abundance, all that he could ever dream of, but what bothers him is that he can’t see it or touch it.
A quiet voice that is surely his imagination whispers that what he senses is the Reality, the Eternal Truth, the Creator that is Love—the love from which he was created, the Source of peace, joy and fulfillment. He’s told he is one with that Source, and that all of that bounty is freely and abundantly available to him. Even more bizarre, he’s told that the doorway to all that magnificence is from within him, which makes no sense at all. How could he believe in or trust in something he can’t see or touch? How could something so vast be within him? He decides that weird, crazy thoughts are playing with his mind.
Believing there is nothing for him there, he rejects what is surely insanity and turns toward a barren cracked desert that stretches out in front of him. There isn’t much to view in the dry expanse, but at least it’s something tangible, something he can understand. Shriveled plants struggle to survive in the arid wasteland, pale and wilted because there is no nourishment, but he can see them, and touch them, and prove they exist.
As he scans the desert, he sees a shimmering image in the distance, like a mirage. Squinting to better see, his excitement leaps as he notices people within the wavering vision. They are laughing, having fun and dancing, buying lots of ‘things’ and are busy, busy, busy, which means they must be important people—and popular.
Finally! That is what he is looking for. Wayfarer is hungry for fulfillment, for being liked, for being appreciated and famous. He feels an indescribable emptiness inside that he is desperate to fill. The answer to all of that is right in front of him.
Struggling across the cracked earth, he enters into the mirage. People surround him, rushing around madly. In talking with them he discovers they gain happiness by filling up their homes and lives with ‘things’ and activities—large screen TV’s, the latest technology, extravagant homes and cars, drugs and parties and an excess of outside stimulation and adulation.
Wayfarer is glad he didn’t give into the insanity of going within for happiness. He’s embarrassed he was even tempted. Obviously, its what is outside of him that counts. The society around him proves it.
He learns that these busy, popular, important people aren’t interested in the spiritual exploration because, like Wayfarer, they’re not even sure it exists—they can’t see it, or touch it, and they don’t trust in anything they can’t prove. Wayfarer relates because that is how he feels. He is finally with like-minded people who won’t ridicule him and make him look and feel foolish for trying to understand the impossible.
Everyone looks pleased with all of their ‘stuff’ as if they are having fun, like a game, where the one with the greatest and newest is the most adulated. They obviously believe all of that ‘stuff’ and activity will fulfill them because they are working so hard to get it, and they must be correct or they wouldn’t be so elated.
Wayfarer thinks that if he had what they have, then he would be happy, too. He finds a place to live and starts buying and amassing things. Oddly, he notices he’s not any happier, and maybe even less so, but perhaps he’s not doing it right and hasn’t given the effort enough time. So he buys more and bigger and better and newer and takes feel-good drugs as do his new friends with whom he’s hanging out and who make him feel accepted. He works even harder to fit in and be popular. Some of the things people say and do don’t seem quite right to him, but to be liked, he goes along and pretends he fits in by mimicking what they say and do.
He hides that he’s puzzled as to why he still isn’t happy on the inside. He wonders why everyone else is so apparently gratified and he isn’t? What is he doing wrong? Despite all he has bought and done and taken and the friends he has around him, he is still hungry for something indefinable. He feels unfulfilled, still seeking, still wondering what else he can buy or do to fill that emptiness.
Maybe he didn’t pick the right ‘things’, or wasn’t with the right people, or the right job, or he might take even more exotic drugs because they entice with momentary pleasure even though the drugs then betray him with making him want more, and more. He keeps grasping—for what he’s not sure.
Where is the magic answer? Of course, some of the material goods are vital for his survival and enjoyment of the physical. He’s beginning to suspect that they are only for living in comfort, not for satisfaction.
As time goes on, he notices incongruities. People on drugs don’t appear as happy as they once did, some even look ill. Lives falling apart. Desperate. Hanging out in dirty alleys. Dying too young. The people rushing around the streets have a strained look in their eyes, as if all is not as it appears. Their smiles don’t reach their eyes anymore. They almost seem a little confused, like Wayfarer does, and that if they just try harder, or keep pretending and keep everyone fooled until it actually happens—the ‘fake it until you make it’ mentality, then . . . .
Disillusioned, he acknowledges that the things outside of him aren’t satisfying him on the inside at all. A traitorous thought leaps into his mind—
Inside? As in going within? Is it possible that the ‘outside’ can never satisfy the ‘inside’?
The thought frightens him. Maybe he really is crazy.
He hears that disturbing voice again that his true happiness is inside him, that he is created from the One Source, within God, within the Unlimited Supplier, the Power of the Universe.
The quiet inner voice insists that the True Riches are piled high for his enjoyment, his for the taking, and that to access them he only has to go within and surrender. What nonsense! What a fearful concept! Surrender? But that means he loses control.
And yet, he learned that his soul still feels a thirst that nothing outside of him quenches. Like a mirage, what he’s been striving for are apparently only illusory promises that vanish when he gets close to his goal, and always just out of reach.
He is at a point of decision. Should he risk everything and trust in the unseen that is said to be the Reality? Or keep searching for things and stuff that he can see and touch and yet disappointingly reveal themselves as illusions?
Wayfarer has a choice. He’s told that all he has to do is go within to his Source, to his Unlimited Supplier, to the abundance of the Universe, and say ‘help me’. To go within and say ‘yes’. To surrender all that is illusion for the truth of who he truly is—one with and within the Divine.
The voice promises that within, in connection with the Divine, is where his true happiness lies, his only fulfillment. He acknowledges his other attempts at happiness failed.
Which will Wayfarer choose? Reality? Or Mirage?
Which have you chosen for you?
Meaning: The tangible is temporary, the mirage. The intangible is lasting, the Reality. You’re provided free will. You have a choice, the most important choice you will ever make.
Yes, life is to be enjoyed. A life of abundance. What is crucial for you to know is that your true happiness comes from within you, not from anything outside of you.
Once you get the ‘inside’ part and surrender, then you’re allowing the Divine to guide you with the ‘outside’, too, making life more wonderful than you ever imagined.
“You are to repeat and repeat until all know without doubt, you are one with the Source, and the Source is your Unlimited Supplier, not a human.”
Which means you are to turn to the Source for all things, and,
“Once you ‘get Oneness’, everything else falls in place.” ~ Jesus, / Divine Messages from Jesus for a magnificent life. p. 387. 2015. Cathey, Carolyne.
4 thoughts on “Reality? Or Mirage?”
December 1, 2019 at 1:49 pm
Excellent post! This helps me! Thank you. ❤️
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December 1, 2019 at 3:41 pm
Thank you! Let me know how this helps you. I care.
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December 1, 2019 at 6:02 pm
It inspires me because our happiness comes from intangible things, not things that can be bought, then get ruined, or stolen.
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December 1, 2019 at 6:03 pm
Yes! Thank you.
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