| We may not yet see it as being so, but whenever | | | | we're being pulled apart when our relationships |
| unwanted situations come along -- stripping us of | | | | change -- as they must. There's a silver lining to this |
| some beloved attachment -- it is the operation of | | | | kind of suffering once we learn to see it! Strange as |
| one world acting upon another. There is our familiar | | | | it is, how else could any of our secret attachments |
| world, the one we've always known -- who and | | | | ever be realized and released... if not for the |
| what we've been, filled with our preferences and | | | | unwanted events that come along to reveal them! |
| possessions -- and acting upon it is a new order of | | | | Each "troubling" event, seen properly, is the herald of |
| reality whose meaning is unknown at first, but whose | | | | a freedom yet to be known. With this in mind, here's |
| secret purpose is to help us awaken to our own | | | | the higher lesson that awaits us on the other side of |
| higher possibilities. But when in such moments -- | | | | any loss, if only we'll open ourselves to its healing. |
| moments only these colliding worlds can provide, all | | | | In the spiritual worlds above us, we are the other. |
| we see is our resentment or regret -- we lose sight | | | | The man who came to own a successful horse ranch |
| of this spiritual gift that can be offered to us in no | | | | is -- and will forever have within him -- the small boy |
| other way. | | | | who couldn't imagine anything better than his little |
| When we are hurt badly, the higher lesson hidden in | | | | stick pony. Nothing real can be lost. Just as the seed |
| this trial is to recognize the time has come to let go | | | | must give way so that the sapling it holds can spring |
| of who and what we have been up until the moment | | | | from it, with all of its greater possibilities, we must |
| of loss. And "how" do we know this is true? How can | | | | learn to let go of what was, so that what may be |
| we be sure there is something good in the "bad" | | | | can grow in its place. Love never dies, but only |
| others put us through? Because if we understand | | | | changes its form and expression that we may see its |
| that events in themselves have no power to punish | | | | example and willingly follow suit. |
| us, then who's to blame for our pain when life | | | | One last thought. Our anger and resentment toward |
| changes as it must? The real culprit here is our | | | | someone who has hurt us do not prove that we |
| present level of Self -- literally wrecking itself -- as it | | | | loved, and they didn't. What our enmity really |
| clings to what can no longer remain in our life... | | | | indicates is that we don't yet understand the true |
| Yes! It does hurt to be left behind, or to be lied to. | | | | nature of love, or we wouldn't be ripping ourselves |
| Yes, we feel lots of grief and anger -- those | | | | apart because someone tore from us something to |
| knee-jerk reactions that rush in and rule a heart that | | | | which we had become attached. The hole in our soul |
| feels so wrongly compromised. But as long as we | | | | that is created by any such loss must be left empty. |
| cling to the false idea that who we really are is | | | | If we let it be filled with negative states, we will |
| meant to be defined by any "other" -- regardless | | | | never know the birth of a whole new order of love |
| how sublime -- we have no choice but to feel that | | | | because there is no room for it to grow. |