I'm in the middle of my yoga exercises (my first-thing every morning discipline), and I find my attack thoughts going after my sister with the news of the unexpected gift to me from our mother's estate, which was a sum of money. I mentally remind my sister of the dirty trick she played on Mom shortly before she passed having to do with Mom's memory. I let my sister know that the gift was designated for me alone, which it was, and the reason was no doubt payback for the dirty trick which my sister thought Mom hadn't been alert enough to figure out. I know my sister, the atheist whose god is money, would ask how many dollars, and my gleeful punch line: "You don't want to know."
How mean is that? Can I tell you I love it? At least there's no doubt that "Get thee behind me, Satan" is all about my own self.
Whoa! It is now a short time after I wrote the above, and I just read my today's Easwaran, the last line of which is, "Love means that regardless of what someone does to us, we will not strike back in anger." I had written out to the side, dated 2006, "Get thee behind me, Satan."
No one will ever mistake me for a quick study, but I take comfort in the proof that I'm still heading in the right direction.
Thank you.
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