My first conscious realization of winning through nonresistance: The old drunk on the bus saying all manner of dirty to me, and I had a clear realization that resisting him would really set him off, and that would be on me. So I smiled inwardly and said nothing.
I was about to give myself whiplash trying to figure out, with that as my remembered experience, why I would not immediately and always do that with others...i.e., not resist. And came my flash: Not doing that with every bump or train wreck, every wild hair or ego crash-and-burn, is the essence of still more spiritual growth.
That knee-jerk reactional behavior is the spiritual gift releasing the little pockets of poison that have instantaneous birth when I See Me through my ego Lucy's eyes.
We learn to turn within at the instant of the egoic birth, or p.d.q., for that is where the error is...it is never out there, it is never her/him/them, it is ever Me writ large. Without exception.
Thank you that I know...sometimes seemingly only from my eyebrows up, sometimes from my Soul...that I am the source of all my woes. And that's the good news. The better news: God can and will intervene in my life in my behalf.
Thank you.
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