So as the sea around me churns, restless and menacing, I shall remain safe in the knowledge that nothing real can be threatened, nothing real can be sick, nothing real can be injured, and nothing real can ever die. This doesn't mean that I won't experience these things as real for as long as I choose to remain in this form, only that I need not suffer from the experience. Everything that I see here has within it the potential for suffering or for transcendence, and which of these it shall be for me depends entirely on whose vision (the ego's or the Holy Spirit's) I choose to embrace.
I ask the Holy Spirit, the Voice for God, the memory of that which I Am, to fill me in this time and in this space with the certain knowledge that this is not the existence that my loving Father chose for me, and that which God has not chosen cannot exist except in dreams. I ask for the wisdom to accept reality over illusion, life over death, to forgive every instance in which the unreal appears to be real, and to awaken.
And as I ask it, it is given.