One day on a road trip (I don’t remember, so don’t ask), Maya and I were listening to a recording of Ramtha speaking at the school’s annual Christmas gathering. He was talking about how ridiculous we are with our tight grip on material things. That our souls would fare far better if we didn’t worry so much about possessions. You’re being robbed? he asked. Help them carry your favorite arm chair out of your home! Let go of your attachment to the things that anchor you here. But no, we stand in the pantry and defend, with our lives, down to the last lonely dried bean! Maya and I laughed so hard, we must have broken the attachment to something that night. Later she took one small kidney bean to a frame shop (would love to have been a fly on that wall!) and had it framed for me: seven hand-cut, beveled mats and three different outside mitered moldings make a very regal setting for a joke. I’m sure Maya must have spent a month’s pay on this sweet reminder of one of the last lessons we learn: We’re not as detached as we think we are.
“But if I see no value in the world as I behold it,” says today’s lesson, “nothing that I want to keep as mine or search for as a goal, it will depart from me.” I thought I was doing so well with my husband’s new passionate determination to buy a house and stop renting. I’ll help him prepare, I said. But I’m not going to have an attachment to the outcome. This morning I realized that if people came into my house and started carrying things out, I’d be pretty darned attached. Right down to the last bean in the pantry–which happens to be beautifully framed. I really would rather NOT sleep on the floor or live on the street. We aren’t even talking ascension here; all we’re asked to do is let go long enough to spend some time with our own Holy Spirit. “Heaven can so easily be mine,“ we are told. But like everything else, it depends on our perspective.
“My home awaits me. I will hasten there.” Ramtha also says that some day we’re going to look back at all of the time we “wasted” when we could have been basking in the Light of our own holy, Holy Spirit. Paralyzed within an illusion by people, places, things, times and events, we hold on to these far more than we realize. And we let Heaven go on by without us, our real Home. I love Maya and The Bean “more than my luggage.” Yet Heaven requires that I let go of all the baggage, if even for a moment. ACIM T-19.IV(D).8, Lesson 226.