Back in the day, my go-to phrase was: Perfect peace is having someone to blame. That, of course, came straight from my ego Lucy directly into my heart of hearts, i.e., my reasoning mind...where it made perfect sense.
Today I lean on my golden rule (lifted from a 1980's "Washington Post" column by the late Henry Mitchell): I just try not to be as nasty as I want to be.
This morning a mental picture popped up of Lucy, having crossed that somebody to blame, all battered and bruised, on crutches, head wrapped in bandages...searching for somebody else to blame. She finally crashes and burns whimpering, "When I find the one to blame, I'll just try not to be as nasty as I want to be."
There. All roads lead to God. Why beat our self senseless with what we believe is right...and may even be right, but right too soon! (Right too soon is wrong right now.)
The moral of this story, of course, is why not start with the spiritual since we're going to wind up there anyway. All we need do is...literally, there is only one thing we need do to live in the spiritual now...turn a deaf ear to Lucy. Hug her, kiss her, tell her we love her (because without her, we would never have sought still more spiritual growth to begin with) but listen no more to Lucy.
Hark! The herald angels sing...that's Ari and his chorus. Listen up.
Thank you.
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