Book 6

Sample Chapter 147

Spreading the Word

The virus is the tiny mad idea gone viral.

March 21, 2020

Holy Spirit, it is 7:15 a.m. and I know the script is set; it is written. The dream isn’t real. Everything I need is here for me now, and there is nothing else to want. I see that the virus is the tiny mad idea gone viral. It even looks like a globe—the ego's world of bodies and death. From one tiny thought, the whole world is ordered to be in separation, but Love bonds us all together in the mind. You are all that is real. This morning, fear did not arise for me because I realized that I only "attempted" to wipe out God with a tiny thought of separation in the beginning of time. I see it clearly now, and I come to You in the stillness.

You are deeply sensing the idea of separation as just a manifestation of form—a thought appearing real. The whole world is nothing more than one repeated image; one tiny mad idea that replicated into the multi-universe. The split selves appear as "carriers" of the thought of death; no breath, no life. You must see with this level of clarity so you don’t take the virus, the bodies, or the world, as your reality. The virus will be a means of awakening the sleeping planet. You are awake; a pointer to all the dreamers who are ready to see and hear.