today I had a moment when I thought back many years to when a man who spent his life praying on a mountain in Greece looked at me and gave me advice when I wanted compassion and understanding on what another person was doing to me, that had me about to unload and destroy some lives. mind you, I had been on a very worldly, and in hindsight foolish path of living in the world that promoted acquisitions, sensuality, and the winner takes all.
I think the later ideology is more what one sees growing up in the united states. we tend to live a sort of zero sum game where despite an infinite amount of variations in between two points, we want to rationalize persecution as black and white (yes/no) if it is coming at us while trying to generalize all the infinite variations if we are the ones indeed doing the persecuting.
what I remember was this man, looking into my soul and not my brain saying, “forgive them and pray for them.” yes, I objected two more times and tried to pull the, “Oh woe is me, I am being persecuted!” angle, yet, the third time he said the same words, in a tone that was so gentle and loving, I thought, “maybe he has a point? I know the old way will simply lead to destruction and pain for all involved. why not try something new.”
it wasn’t until today that some re-occurring people and players, and very similar situations with others came forth and my reaction is indeed very different than years ago. I wondered, “Did I actually grow a little?” am I working into space where whatever another does or thinks about me is fine, be it good or bad, because I actually learned a step in how to pray and genuinely love an enemy.
deep stuff. but it just shows the path for the planet changing, probably isn’t going to happen, as it really would require everyone to look into their own stuff and deal with it. maybe we all are blind to see that our own kettles are black. perhaps that is one of the cosmic rules I seemed to learn. it doesn’t matter if it is a big lie or little lie in the creator’s eyes – both are lies. it doesn’t matter if your kettle has a little black or a lot of black in it – neither are clean, yet both feel they might be righteous and white. (that might be a new name for a house paint color "righteous white!")
maybe that is why when I think of pure love – we as humans are quite far away from that reality. we love what is good and easy. changing ourselves to love an enemy…just seems illogical to the human mind.
now. I have to laugh, as I go make some models of spaceships that can take people off the planet. why? because man doesn’t want to take the time to change himself so that everyone actually gets along on this one.