Blinding flash of the obvious: The trick to non-resistance is to hold our self with the Father within so as to not accept the invitation to dispute, disagree with, question that which we are seeing/hearing/thinking and which is not acceptable to us.
That came this morning as I was up in my head getting all twisted on how to explain to Gertrude (so there could never be another question about it) that the axiom, "we have ceased fighting anything and anybody," is right, spiritual, God-given, God-dictated, infallible, Truth with a capital T and that rhymes with P and that stands for Phooey.
Why do I get myself in my own binds? It is a given the two of us have not, will not, get in a verbal confrontation here...Gertrude and I are both much too spiritually advanced to actually come to words. As I said, phooey.
How petty am I that I hope she's as up-in-her-head about this as I am? No, it's not "hope" as much as it is "absolutely certain." Who's kidding whom, my ego Lucy would have it no other way.
That's how we keep our virtual food fights alive...up-in-our-head with no way out except through forgiveness, which is just a holy-sounding word for giving over, and No. We're not entirely stupid, giving over means wresting "I am right" from Lucy, softening it to present to Gertrude...with no strings attached. That's not holy sounding, that is holy.
And there we go again. Go to God for God, and that is all...for only God can referee a virtual food fight and have everybody come out a virtual winner.
Thank you.
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