When I was a kid, I used to like to ride my bike around the hilly neighborhoods where I lived, and try to get myself intentionally lost.
I’d like to get into a place where I didn’t know where I was, so I could use my knowledge and senses, like a detective, to find my way back. Things like water runs downhill, so down would generally be the correct direction, since I lived in a relatively flat part of the city. Or that streets with yellow lines painted on them were bigger, more substantial streets, and would be less likely to be a dead end.
It was a fun game, as long as I could suspend my own disbelief that I wasn’t actually lost. After all I was the one who got me to the “lost” state in the first place, so how lost could I really be?
I was reminded about this game by a passage in A Course in Miracles, from lesson 139 in the workbook for students, on page 268; paragraph seven:
Nothing the world believes is true. It is a place whose purpose is to be a home where those who claim they do not know themselves can come to question what it is they are. And they will come again until the time Atonement is accepted, and they learn it is impossible to doubt yourself, and not to be aware of what you are.”
Am I still playing the game?
Or am I finally starting to learn to use my real senses and what I know of Spiritual Truth to find my way Home?