Revision
At the end of the day, I review the day.
I don’t judge it.
I Simply Review it.
I look over the entire day,
All the episodes,
All the events,
All the conversations,
All the meetings,
As I clearly see it in my mind’s eye, I rewrite it.
I Rewrite it and make it conform to the ideal day I wish I had experienced.
I take scene after scene and rewrite it,
Revise it,
And having revised my day, then in my imagination I relive that day,
The revised day,
And I do it over and over in my imagination
Until this seeming imagined state begins to take on to me the tones of reality.
It seems that it’s real,
that I actually did experience it.
I find from experience that these revised days, if really lived, will change my tomorrows.
When I meet people tomorrow that today disappointed me, they will not tomorrow,
For in me I have changed the very nature of that being,
And having changed him, he bears witness tomorrow of the change that took place within me.
It is my duty
To take this garden
And really make it a garden
By daily using the pruning shears of revision.
It will bring about these objectives,
And bring about these changes.
Gloriously, it awakens in me
The Spirit of Jesus.
I find my self forgiving instead of justifying,
I realize that freedom and forgiveness are indissolubly linked.
By identifying the one I would bind and judge and condemn
With the Ideal I want to really realize,
I free myself.
I forgive
And I am forgiven.
The whole springs from me,
The one who beholds it.
The very spirit arouses itself within me
And I know that I am he that others spoke about
And thought lived 2000 years ago.
I am the one
That put away sin* by the sacrifice of self.
At the end of the day, I review the day.
I don’t judge it.
I Simply Review it.
I look over the entire day,
All the episodes,
All the events,
All the conversations,
All the meetings,
As I clearly see it in my mind’s eye, I rewrite it.
I Rewrite it and make it conform to the ideal day I wish I had experienced.
I take scene after scene and rewrite it,
Revise it,
And having revised my day, then in my imagination I relive that day,
The revised day,
And I do it over and over in my imagination
Until this seeming imagined state begins to take on to me the tones of reality.
It seems that it’s real,
that I actually did experience it.
I find from experience that these revised days, if really lived, will change my tomorrows.
When I meet people tomorrow that today disappointed me, they will not tomorrow,
For in me I have changed the very nature of that being,
And having changed him, he bears witness tomorrow of the change that took place within me.
It is my duty
To take this garden
And really make it a garden
By daily using the pruning shears of revision.
It will bring about these objectives,
And bring about these changes.
Gloriously, it awakens in me
The Spirit of Jesus.
I find my self forgiving instead of justifying,
I realize that freedom and forgiveness are indissolubly linked.
By identifying the one I would bind and judge and condemn
With the Ideal I want to really realize,
I free myself.
I forgive
And I am forgiven.
The whole springs from me,
The one who beholds it.
The very spirit arouses itself within me
And I know that I am he that others spoke about
And thought lived 2000 years ago.
I am the one
That put away sin* by the sacrifice of self.
[* Sin is defined by Goddard as “missing the mark” He said that was the true meaning of the word in the original language.]
The self of man is the sum total
Of all that that man believes
And consents to as true.
That is the self that is sacrificed.
If a man is unemployed
I bring him before my mind’s eye
And I congratulate him on his good fortune because he is now gainfully employed.
I allow him to accept my congratulations,
Because I do not see a man unemployed,
I see him employed and he knows he is in my mind’s eye
For in that state I have pruned him from the unemployed state
and once more reshaped the branch
that grows in the garden of God.
Tomorrow people will see him
As they could not have seen him
Before the pruning that took place within me,
And he will be gainfully employed.
For all that vexes me,
I rewrite the script.
I don’t accept one thing in the world as final unless
it conforms to the ideal I want to realize in the world.
I look upon any vexation of this day
I don’t deny it,
I don’t duck it,
I look at it that I may prune it
And then reshape it.
In the conversations that have vexed me,
I rewrite the script.
What I see in the world,
It springs from my imagination.
That is where I go,
That is the workshop,
The Garden of God.
I have been selected
To really become the chief gardener in the garden of God.
The day is not slipping into the past,
It is always advancing into the future to confront you,
Either pruned or in some strange weed-like state.
“In heaven,
The only art of living
Is forgetting and forgiving.”
-William Blake
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p.s.: This is called "paraphrasing Neville Goddard" because I was reading a lecture by N. G. and wanted to use what he was explaining. So I rewrote some of it the form of an affirmation that I could reread every night and use as a guide to rewriting my own day.
Another name I gave for it was "Practical Neville"
p.p.s.: Here is the whole lecture: http://realneville.com/txt/the_pruning_shears_of_revision.htm (I tried clicking it from this blog and it didn't work, so I guess you have to cut and paste it)
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