Share a Piece of Heaven
We're always sharing. Obvious things like our thoughts, a meal, physical presence, a shoulder to lean on.
But also something much more subtle and pervasive: Mind.
"Mind?" In each moment, whether we know it or not, we are sharing an entire framework of selfhood. Not just whatever the body says or does. But everything it represents. Of which there are two possibilities.
(1) Me. We share with the world our sense of me and everything this me cares about. Certain groups of people. Positions on various societal issues. Hopes and dreams.
This me is underpinned by a deep-seated fear. We all feel it deep down. The dissolution of me. The ultimate, existential terror. From which all judgment flows. And that is what we share. Not only when we say it out loud. The silent grievance we devotedly harbor has already gone out.
As we read in A Course in Miracles, "Minds are joined; bodies are not."
(2) Heaven. "How can we possibly share heaven?"
By resting in its realm, which we do simply by noticing.
The instant we observe the me doing all its stressing, judging, preferring, performing, worrying ... in that moment we've returned home. We've shifted out of me and into presence. As the Course continues, "Heaven is not a place nor a condition. It is merely an awareness of perfect Oneness."
Of course, such a state doesn't last very long. The sense of no-me is such a threat that we quickly return, finding ourselves back in the clutches of selfhood.
And so we catch the grip of me, and rest in the presence that noticed. Joined in the mind, that is how we share a piece of heaven.