My Dialogue with Jesus

By Celia Hales

In both A Course in Miracles and A Course of Love Jesus says that he is with us when we ask for him. So I took him at his word. It works. I have an ongoing dialogue with Jesus.

In ACIM, he says that he will come upon “a single unequivocal call.” (T-4.III.7) In ACOL, in “Learning in the Time of Christ” (the Addendum), he goes even further, saying, “Beyond the coursework of the Treatises lies direct relationship—direct relationship with me.” (A.35) Then in two powerful paragraphs Jesus continues,  

“Listen and you will hear.” . . . Now is the time to truly begin to “hear” my voice in every aspect of creation and to respond with your own voice in all of your own acts of creation. It is time to realize that you are a creator.

This is a time of great intimacy. This is a time that is between you and I more so than has been the coursework up to this point. It is a time of realizing that “I” am speaking to “you” directly in every moment of every day, in all that you encounter, in all that you feel. It is a time of true revelation in which you are revealed to your Self. (A.38-39)

 This dialogue has felt real for some time now. I hasten to add that I don’t hear interior words, as Helen (ACIM) and Mari (ACOL) did; but I do sense a rightness or wrongness as I seek to use my imagination [I think it is more than imagination — is it “intuition” or “guidance”?] to write what I would like to believe is advice and support from Jesus. And this time of dialoguing is certainly, as Jesus says, “a time of great intimacy.”

For several years, I have followed the practice of writing “morning pages,” in line with a recommendation made by Julia Cameron (The Artist’s Way) for three handwritten pages of anything and everything, first thing in the morning. Such writing clears the mind and heart for the day ahead. Julia also recommends writing dialogues with an unseen Guidance, and she declares that we will get real answers. She challenges us to try it.

I also have a close friend in my small city who underwent a transformation over 30 years ago. She didn’t know what had happened to her, and spent much time sorting out her new intuitions, although it was clear, at least to me, that she received the bestowal of Christ-consciousness. My friend counsels writing a dialogue with what she calls one’s “Inner Wisdom.” She herself has received some startling insights through this method.

All of this has been on my mind and heart.

So a couple of years ago I decided to make my morning pages a dialogue with God. In the beginning I was still imagining God as somehow separate from myself, a God I prayed to and received answers from. (I do still believe that there is a Godhead who listens, though this somewhat contradicts both ACIM and ACOL). So in my imagination I dialogued with God for a while.

Then I decided to try writing to my Self—which is when I realized that the Self is a part of God, the part deep within who is living life through me.

Finally, a year or so ago, I decided to simply take Jesus at his word and try dialoging with him.

It works.

How does it work?

We might imagine that Jesus is not really personal with us, that because the Self is the All, and he and we are “one Self,” that in some mystical way he is just leading us to believe, though in a loving way, that he is personally communicating with us.

I don’t buy it. When he says that he invites us to a direct relationship, I think he means it. This, to my mind accustomed as it is to individual distinct bodies, might mean that as a much-advanced being, Jesus is able to clone himself innumerable times to be with all those who call. Of course, he doesn’t use terminology like this in A Course of Love.

I don’t know exactly how Jesus can have a direct relationship with each of us.  Yet I trust Jesus’s words. When he says that he is with each of us, I believe that he is telling the truth.

I repeat: I don’t “hear” anything. I do get a sense of what is coming through, or about to come through, as I write. What I might even call a knowing. I write for 45 minutes before breakfast—on my laptop computer, for ease of writing, for I have found handwriting to be stress-producing.

Often I “hear” from Jesus, “I love you.” And I type the same to him, in my dialogue. This in itself is a real step forward, as I have never—never!—been able to read the New Testament without arguing with Jesus in my mind.

I ask for solace and comfort a lot, and I do seem to get it. I need solace and comfort especially in the mornings because I am not a morning person. 

Jesus says, “Listen and you will hear.” (A.38)

Yes, I have listened and heard in an intimate, personal relationship with Jesus. Just as he says in ACOL, in words clear as a bell, inviting us to believe him.

Although this personal relationship may sound like traditional Christianity, there is a difference. We don’t look up to Jesus in awe, for only God deserves awe, as has been made clear in both ACIM and ACOL. With Jesus, we are being accepted as equal partners to him as we move farther along our pathway home.

            I think it not too far-fetched that, when I ask, he is right here guiding my typing. Of course, I can still imagine inaccurately. But when my mind and heart are right, in unity, I hope that mistakes fall away. I especially don’t want to mislead anybody else, either about any guidance I might receive or anything that I might write for others. If something doesn’t sound right, then readers should  turn to their own guidance. As Jesus says elsewhere in Learning in the Time of Christ, “the only correct interpretation is that which comes from each reader’s own internal guidance system.” (A.15)

Jesus also says, “Bring your voice to this continuing dialogue.” (A.49)

Jesus asks all of us to enter the dialogue.

May we respond in our own way, in our own time— but sooner, rather than later, for Jesus needs us to create a new world.

Celia Hales writes an almost-daily blog, “Miracles Each Day,” devotionals on ACIM and ACOL. She is also the author of the booklet A Course of Love: An Overview,” (Take Heart Publications 2016, $3.95). She lives with her husband Paul in Oxford, Mississippi.


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On A Scale of One to Ten

By Michael Mark

We’ll never know
what it’s like
to exist forever
in a condition
of perpetually transforming joy
and goose-bump inducing discovery
if we don’t consider
it a very real
and inevitable

It does sound pretty out there,
but so don’t NASCAR races
to German Shepherds.

If we don’t consider
it a very real
and inevitable
we’ll likely take something
perfect and beautiful
just as it is,
something like space exploration
or boat building
or moccasin mending
and we’ll require it to be
something it’s not
to make up for this loss.
One of these simple things
will become a complexity–
a claim,
an identity,
a salvation of some sort,
with limited terms, of course,
and endless stipulations.

we’ll never know
what it’s like
to live forever
in a condition
of perpetually transforming joy
and goose-bump inducing discovery
if we think
the body’s precise location in space and time
and confirmed participation
in “events” of significance
has all that much relevance
on what I’m talking about.

On a scale of one to ten
of what’s most important
to entering this palatial abode
with ten being like you
have to have it,
and one being like
uhmm… yeah, you need this, too,
even though it fits in the carry-on
and doesn’t make noises when you tickle it–
the body doesn’t even get a number.

Roses are beautiful,
but they are not beauty itself.
If a rose gets eaten by a decrepit old hyena
who is shockingly dehydrated
and wandering around fish-eyed
in search of a botanical aphrodisiac,
beauty itself isn’t going to feel the pinch.

Beauty isn’t going to panic.

Beauty is actually going to come
to the rescue.

So if your body were to disappear tonight
for regularly schedule maintenance
(because a hyena ate it for instance)
and never come back,
Love wouldn’t go into a panic.
And neither should you.

A tool is only any good
if you know what it’s for, anyways.
And if you knew that,
you would never lose it
to start with.

Though you might lend it out sometimes.
To whom, I don’t know.

Hafiz, perhaps.
Any number of people, actually,
can dress up just like you
without your knowing it.

Breezes living in a forest
don’t respond to roll call,
preferring to pass right through
one another instead,
back and forth and
merging and gliding
and surrounding one another
just to see what it’s like,
often losing track of who was who first,
and also,

because it drives
the census takers

Reprinted with permission from Michael Mark’s blog, Embracing Forever: Explorations in Authenticity.