David. H. Rankin

This novel is His-story, it's my story, and like every story is a fiction invented to justify back to my-self that this world of danger, despair, destruction, disaster and death, is actually what life is. It is a very scary world; hardly surprising I live in abject fear. Fortunately the son of God has merely fallen into a deep sleep, and dreams of isolation, sin, judgement, guilt and death. Nevertheless all the while his Father shines on him, and loves him with an everlasting Love which his pretenses cannot change at all. What if this actually was all a dream going on in the mind of the sleeping son of God? That must mean that the world and all eight billion (or so) separate bodies in it, are all figments of my imagination, in my own dream, for the sole purpose of verifying back to me, my own identity as a body form, living in time and space. So here I am, believing I am what I am not. Know yourself! To know yourself is the salvation of the world! It is impossible to be alive and not know what you are, yet the entirety of the problem of the human condition, is that it does not know itself, as a consequence it stands alone in the universe, in its ignorance, and its suffering. There is nothing more ungodlike than a human-being, and nothing more unlike a human-being than God! Fortunately, I remain as God created me, and this is His Final Judgment: ‘You are still My holy Son, forever innocent, forever loving and forever loved, as limitless as your Creator, and completely changeless and forever pure. Therefore awaken and return to Me. I am Your Father and you are My Son.’ Eight years in the writing, The Ghost Train could well be the most controversial document ever written. The more skin you have invested in the game, the more offensive this story will be. I know this because I was that ego-self, certain I knew best, the truth is I knew nothing. My fervent wish is that I can point you to the truth brought through direct communication, out of time and into time, from the Mind of Jesus Christ, in A Course in Miracles, which clearly demonstrates to us that we can do what He did and awaken to the power and the glory of what we are in truth. Or perhaps just simply regard me as a figure who turned up in your dream, and gently said, ‘Hello, your Father loves you, you have slept, but now is the time to awaken and come home to me at last.’ Your choice: The power of decision is your own.