God lives in my Soul. It is my duty, my obligation, my privilege to live there with him. -- My morning blinding flash of the obvious
My interpretation of my BFO: God lives in my Soul. It is my necessary duty to hang out in God's place as much, as often, as it is possible to me...in other words, to stay out of my own head. Up in my own head I'm trying to do God's job for him. Not necessary...not possible.
I control where my God lives...I move him into a dark hidey-hole, out into the un-walled Soul, back into the dark, out into the light at (self-)will. Mine to remember is that all that moving is done through my reasoning mind with my ego Lucy always there with her advice and consent.
The conundrum is that that is the point of self-acceptance and also the point at which most spiritual books say we must kill self. I'm guessing the spiritual books are right, they just don't say that killing self is never a one-shot deal. We get to keep coming back until we get it right...coming back to our defect du jour, letting go, coming back, letting go. And accepting our self, that we're doing it right, in that process.
It is self-acceptance, acceptance of our hairy warts and our loving hearts, that allows God to enter and hunker down...to go with our flow, flow with our go.
Thank you.
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