Patricia Pearce

Helping You Be the Change

Collapsing Time

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Stepping into No Time, we know our oneness with the infinite, loving, ever-present Now.

Last month I went to New Mexico for my annual retreat, and while I was there I experienced some strange synchronicities having to do with time.

As soon as I got to my room and was unpacking, I noticed that the alarm clock on the nightstand wasn’t plugged in. I investigated and discovered that the cord was too short to reach the outlet behind the bed.

No worries. I had brought my wrist watch with me so that I wouldn’t have to use my cell phone to tell the time, and since the watch has a button that illuminates the face in the dark, I realized I could just put it on the nightstand when I went to bed. But then I noticed that the light was very dim, and later that day the battery went dead. Then, the next morning, I discovered that the clock on my rental car dashboard wasn’t keeping time.

“Hmm,” I thought. “This is interesting.”Continue Reading

Unfasten Your Seatbelt!

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Orion Nebula
This is the time to trust.

There is a great scene in the movie Contact that has been lingering with me lately. The movie is based on the novel by Carl Sagan and stars Jodie Foster playing the scientist Dr. Eleanor “Ellie” Arroway.

It opens with the story of a team of researchers who are using a huge satellite array to listen for signs of extraterrestrial life. One day they begin to pick up a signal that freaks them out: the televised broadcast of the 1936 Olympics held in Berlin—the first Games to be televised. Something or someone out in space received that signal and is sending it back to Earth, seemingly as a way to make contact with humans.

That someone or something then begins sending complex mathematical formulas that the team realizes are a blueprint for some sort of spherical capsule, possibly something to enable interstellar or time travel.Continue Reading

Being the Light in the Darkness

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Perhaps we need the Darkness in order to know our Light.

I have never really had a bucket list. No experiences I think I need to have, or places I feel I must visit, or accomplishments I think I ought to achieve to make my life complete. Of course there are things I’ve never done that I might enjoy, but for the most part I am pretty content with my life as it is.

But recently I was reading the news reports of the stunning Northern Lights that have been occurring due to all the solar activity that’s been going on, and I felt a strong desire take shape within me: I’d like to see the Northern Lights before I die.

I’ve seen them only once, back in my college days in Boulder, Colorado, where they appeared as a red glow in the northern sky. It is extremely unusual for them to appear so far south and most people had no idea what was happening. Since it was during the Cold War, many people’s thoughts went to the worst possible scenario: we were seeing the glow of a far off nuclear attack. Eventually the radio announcers found out what was going on and filled us all in, quieting the community’s fears.

Looking back, that was a vivid example of how good we humans are at creating catastrophic narratives. When something occurs that is outside our normal experience, our go-to explanation is that it must be a grave threat, perhaps even the end of the world. Maybe it’s time we started questioning our dystopian assumptions.Continue Reading

Entering the Awakened World

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Judgment is at the core of the dualistic mind.

Many years ago I had a dream that shed light on the awakening process that is taking place on this planet. Since it has been such a touchstone for me in this time of collective turbulence and fear, I’d like to share it with you.

I have been taken into the future. I look around, and see that the Earth is flourishing and the people are living simply and in harmony with nature. I can feel that the world is at peace.

Ecstatic, I say to myself, “Yes! We did it! We humans did it! We made the shift in consciousness!”

As I walk around I come to a circle of children seated on the grass. Sitting with them is a woman wearing a gown and kufi made of embroidered fabric, clothing that conveys both earthiness and wisdom. I realize she is their teacher.

The children are reading for her short pieces they have written. As one boy reads his, something in it suggests judgment. The teacher gently tells him that in Eudomy, and this I realize is the name of this place, there is no judgment.Continue Reading

Our Make-Believe World

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We built a whole world on one wildly imaginative idea.

The other day I was out for a walk in our neighborhood, enjoying the extroverted exuberance of the daffodils and pausing now and then to breathe in the mind-altering fragrance of a grape hyacinth. Along the way, I passed by a man and his young daughter who were headed in the opposite direction. As we passed one another, I heard the little girl telling her father about the things that were falling from the sky of Middle Earth.

My immediate response was delight at the imaginative capacity of children. They can create whole worlds in their minds, and their spirits haven’t yet been straightjacketed by the realities we adults have to manage.

But in the next instant I almost burst out laughing as I recognized that we adults dwell in our own fantasy world, one that we take so seriously that we have brought it forth in the dimension of form—and perhaps ours is the greater imagination, because we are utterly convinced that our fantasy is the “real world.”Continue Reading

The Global Hurricane

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Above all, take refuge in your Heart.

One of the family stories I grew up with was the tale my father told of living through a massive hurricane that hit his native land of British Honduras, now known as Belize, when he was 10 years old. He, his parents and siblings were staying at his grandparents’ house on St. George’s Caye to celebrate a national holiday.

They were just about to sit down to his favorite dinner—chicken and green peas—when outside the wind began to pick up, whipping and slashing at the palm trees. The sky turned angry, the sea churned.

My father’s grandfather was certain that their house, sturdily built and having weathered many storms, could withstand anything. But my dad’s father was adamant that they needed to get out of the house quickly and take refuge behind the water vat, the storage tank where they collected rain water.Continue Reading

Event Horizon: A Poem

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Event Horizon

You have crossed the event horizon
And there is no going back.
The self you thought you were is being pulled apart
and there is nothing you can do to save it.

You chose this
And the power of your will
Activated the inescapable attraction of your Self
And there is no going back.

At first the mind resists,
Tries to hold on
To what it has known,
But it is futile
Because you chose this.

You chose to leave this world of forgetfulness,
Of ignorance and illusion.
You chose to remember.

Drawn toward the singularity of your own will
The rules of a former world cease to exist
And the once implausible becomes the inevitable.

Even Light cannot escape this destiny.
So you surrender
You let yourself plummet toward the Dark Unknown,
Falling toward the truth of what You Are.

Until time itself falls away
And this Light,
Your Light,
Flings itself out into a parallel universe
Where the only thing you Know
And the only thing you Are
Is Love.

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If This World Is a Dream, What Does It Matter?

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This article was originally published in the January-February 2022 edition of Miracles Magazine. You can hear me reading the article on my podcast.

The gap between reality and dreams lies not between the dreaming of the world and what you dream in secret. They are one. The dreaming of the world is but a part of your own dream you gave away, and saw as if it were its start and ending, both.

~A Course in Miracles T-27.VII.11.4-5


“WE ARE IN A DREAM!”

That was the breathtaking realization I had at the culmination of a very intense awakening experience years ago. In that instant the curtain was yanked back, allowing me to see the hidden mechanisms behind what we experience on this physical plane. I could see how this world is generated by the stories playing out in our minds, and that those stories are based on a singular fallacy: the concept of separateness.

From this illusory concept has arisen a world plagued by warfare, racism, misogyny, poverty, environmental exploitation—a world that reflects and reinforces our belief that we are on our own, cut off from Source, from Earth, from one another, from our true Self—all of it a fantasy that bears little resemblance to the Reality of Love.

So if this world is simply a dream playing out an illusion in the mind, what does any of it matter? Why should we even care about what is happening here on planet Earth?Continue Reading