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I seem to spend so much time judging. It has become a full time habit, I am scarcely conscious of how much I am doing it. Often with people I judge, I judge physically, whether they might be fat or thin, of this race or that, old, young, tall, short, attractive and so on in an almost never ending way. I judge people emotionally, I judge people on their ability. Likewise I judge buildings, motor vehicles, roads, utilities, gardens, TV programmes, governments, religion, culture, jobs. Judging and judging. Virtually everything in my life I judge, I rarely seem to stop. Perhaps if I did I might perceive differently.
We are all souls on our individual journeys on planet earth and all here for a short time only, yet seemingly we are unable to live in harmony, even though we have an inborn desire for peace and love within our lives and wish to again be in touch with these feelings. It is essential for mankind’s future survival that we live in unison rather than apart. It is likewise vital for my survival that I live in unison with my soul rather than apart. It is imperative that we all look at ourselves as permanent souls journeying in a temporary body rather than at our outward transitory and worldly appearance. This is fundamental for both mankind’s survival and for the future wellbeing of our souls. We may each individually do something about these things, if we do not, we live a charade by creating a delusional personality that is not valid: we live a lie. It is my task to take on the responsibility of my own soul; my task solely and souly. As I do this I will come to an understanding of my own being and in turn I will come to respect myself and planet earth.
I may start on this journey of renewal by accepting and honouring myself as a being who is spirit, who is the essence of my existence. I do this by getting in touch with my soul and again being one with the truth who I am. To date I am my lifetime work, but where am I? Am I really in touch? When did I last hear the sound of mallets on wooden tent pegs, listen to the rapids of a strange language, see the transparency of the giggling waters, feel the peat oozing between my toes, follow the vortex of whirling water, experience the empty line, the wormless hook: feel the urgency of a viper struggling over the heated footpath. When did I last take time out to be with my feelings? When did I last communicate with my soul? Are my lines of communication clear or dimmed by lack of use? How regularly do I make the effort to be with my self? Upbringing, education and life’s experiences may have trained me to think, but what am I doing to maintain contact with my feelings, with my very being? I may consider myself world wise but at what cost to my soul?
This is my life, it was given to me freely, how do I fare? Do I know? Am I regularly taking stock? Not where I am physically, not where I am financially, not where I am in the pecking order of the world, none of these things, but where I am with regard to my soul. My soul was whom I am when I came into this world; my soul will continue to be whom I am when I depart. Where am I now in this relationship? Do I even recognize who I am? Am I in contact with my core being, my very essence? Have I spent time being in the presence of my soul or am I spending all my time with the transient things of worldly life?
Within me is a power beyond my comprehension. I must again recognise it to be able to use it. This power is love. Love is what I crave, but even this longing I have corrupted and smothered. I have spent so much time judging that the outcome is pain. And because I may not be in touch with my feelings, I may not recognize the hurt. The discomfort often gets worse and I possibly become sick or turn to alcohol or drugs in the belief this will give me respite, a way out. The accessories of the worldly life are themselves a drug. If I begin to recognize the distress I might ask for help, I might plead for a sign. The signs are there, I have forgotten what they look like and I no longer recognize them.
I may re-open the door to my soul by closing the door to all that is judging. Although a temporary being on this planet, I have previously chosen to spend my time living in a world that is alienated by borders, divides, limitation, separatism, barriers, sanctions and groupings. I would rather see the oneness of the planet than these divisions. I would rather see and be with the oneness and wonder of my soul.
I may let go of the worldly and in its place accept love. I may let go of my shame, my distress, hypocrisy, envy, greed, spite, vanity, arrogance, boasting. I may exchange all my pain and fears and replace them with love. I may again be free. I may accept the alternatives of compassion hope, truth, mercy, forgiveness, gentleness, grace, patience, humility, glory and kindness. I may re-acquaint myself with the gift of life given to me. This gift that is love. It is never too late to start.
First I take a look at myself.
Practice:
Be somewhere peaceful and consider your true being. Go within and retrace to the youngest age that you recall. Go to the child within. Is it dark there? Is this where you would like to have been left?
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