Into Eternity, where all is One, there crept a tiny, mad idea, at which the Son of God remembered not, to laugh. In his forgetting did the thought become a serious idea, possible of both accomplishment and seemingly real effects.
I remembered not, to laugh at this idea. In other words, I should have laughed at the whole thing but I did not.
I am the dreamer. The dream comes from me. The illusion is not "out there," but in my mind. Things are not happening to me or others "out there." It is all happening in my mind. I should have laughed at the whole thing, but I did not. I took it very, very seriously. Since I did not laugh about it, I forgot that it was just a silly thought.......it became "reality" to me and I seemed to be able to feel, see, and hear the effects of my projected thoughts.
God is my Creator. Being His Son I create, like Him. The only thing I did not create was myself. But I seemingly created the dream-world. I can stop blaming God for every bad thing that seems to happen. I am doing it to myself. He gave me the Power of Creation. I was "created in the likeness and image of God." That is not figurative, that is literal. I imagined a world without God. Like the ray of the sun imagines a world without the sun or a wave imagines a world without the ocean. An impossible event, but nonetheless possible to imagine.
This paragraph is in a section call "The Hero of the Dream." (p. 544)
