I loved the last point about giving and receiving love. Sometimes you also receive love in proportion to what you have given, but from unexpected sources (maybe not the person we gave a gift to). This can create guilt; we are angry at the receiver for not reciprocating and angry at the person who gave us love unbidden because we feel indebted. But if we think of the world outside of us as one united entity full of witnesses, we can see that all love we give is the same and all love we receive is the same; kindness from a cashier can be a response to a favor you did a coworker. The holy Spirit must do this intentionally because only he knows the exact moments in which love is most impactful and most likely to frustrate our special relationships.
You are anticipating the next one on Magic Thoughts! It seemed like what you are saying is a response to that one. Thanks--profound! Like they say in India, "I am not the doer," I have to let go of the idea it is me doing things. 'I" might taste a sweet grape but taste is not mine. Suddenly the sweet grape goes away when I get a cold--and the cold isn't mine either. Thanks!
The corrective lens of ACIM shows me a different world than the narrative of the brain/head/body would have me agree to. We are so very complex but that can turn to either wonder or confusetration depending on what is listened to. I assume we are simple too, but I'm not seeing that just yet. Love the insightful discourse guys... hey I gotta share this dream I had the other day.... My wife and I are visiting you at your house and there is some talking and Phil shows me this monster audio system and Joann asks if we would like some wine. I look towards L and she indicates by means of a finger gap 'a small amount'.... Somehow my glass when I reach for it has already tipped over and put red wine on your white carpet (I know you brought up the scenario in another broadcast). I stammered that "I must have spilled it, but I don't remember...I think it was already spilled!" The air is filled with doubt and awkwardness I can taste. What is reality here? And what about THE STAIN???? I offer to pay for the cleaning but just then wake up....fade to the view behind closed eyelids and me going 'Huh?" Coming awake now, I think about sending you a check, but think wiser of it a few moments later. Weird huh?
Thanks for commenting--I look forward to it. As long as the dream carpet was acrylic' there is no problem. I went to a dream workshop and they told us to say, "If it was my dream..." and then interpret. Then again, I think dreams happen BECAUSE the dreamer resists the information, so it comes as an allegory. But I can't resist--white carpet, red wine. Sound system. ACIM. If it was my dream [I know you didn't ask--like the Irishman asked about a bar room brawl--"Is this a private fight or can anybody get in?"] People that buy white carpets (which are beautiful--I saw an entire white wall, carpet, furniture in a Tantric Yoga studio. Beautiful--scary), are dealing with a certain kind of nervous faith and a dose of control. Your wife saying ,"This much" is the control aspect--the sound system indicates how well that will work out (amplification by intent). The wine of the mystic--life, the real deal, culturing the soul--it's like the red spot in an egg--uncontrollable life happens. Beautiful. People that buy white carpets either buy acrylic or they don't serve wine over the rug. Forgive me for jumping in--I really appreciate the opportunity to hear it and even to provide the unstainable rug.
I loved the last point about giving and receiving love. Sometimes you also receive love in proportion to what you have given, but from unexpected sources (maybe not the person we gave a gift to). This can create guilt; we are angry at the receiver for not reciprocating and angry at the person who gave us love unbidden because we feel indebted. But if we think of the world outside of us as one united entity full of witnesses, we can see that all love we give is the same and all love we receive is the same; kindness from a cashier can be a response to a favor you did a coworker. The holy Spirit must do this intentionally because only he knows the exact moments in which love is most impactful and most likely to frustrate our special relationships.
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You are anticipating the next one on Magic Thoughts! It seemed like what you are saying is a response to that one. Thanks--profound! Like they say in India, "I am not the doer," I have to let go of the idea it is me doing things. 'I" might taste a sweet grape but taste is not mine. Suddenly the sweet grape goes away when I get a cold--and the cold isn't mine either. Thanks!
The corrective lens of ACIM shows me a different world than the narrative of the brain/head/body would have me agree to.
We are so very complex but that can turn to either wonder or confusetration depending on what is listened to. I assume we are simple too, but I'm not seeing that just yet.
Love the insightful discourse guys... hey I gotta share this dream I had the other day.... My wife and I are visiting you at your house and there is some talking and Phil shows me this monster audio system and Joann asks if we would like some wine. I look towards L and she indicates by means of a finger gap 'a small amount'.... Somehow my glass when I reach for it has already tipped over and put red wine on your white carpet (I know you brought up the scenario in another broadcast). I stammered that "I must have spilled it, but I don't remember...I think it was already spilled!" The air is filled with doubt and awkwardness I can taste. What is reality here? And what about THE STAIN???? I offer to pay for the cleaning but just then wake up....fade to the view behind closed eyelids and me going 'Huh?" Coming awake now, I think about sending you a check, but think wiser of it a few moments later. Weird huh?
Thanks for commenting--I look forward to it. As long as the dream carpet was acrylic' there is no problem. I went to a dream workshop and they told us to say, "If it was my dream..." and then interpret. Then again, I think dreams happen BECAUSE the dreamer resists the information, so it comes as an allegory. But I can't resist--white carpet, red wine. Sound system. ACIM.
If it was my dream [I know you didn't ask--like the Irishman asked about a bar room brawl--"Is this a private fight or can anybody get in?"] People that buy white carpets (which are beautiful--I saw an entire white wall, carpet, furniture in a Tantric Yoga studio. Beautiful--scary), are dealing with a certain kind of nervous faith and a dose of control. Your wife saying ,"This much" is the control aspect--the sound system indicates how well that will work out (amplification by intent). The wine of the mystic--life, the real deal, culturing the soul--it's like the red spot in an egg--uncontrollable life happens. Beautiful. People that buy white carpets either buy acrylic or they don't serve wine over the rug. Forgive me for jumping in--I really appreciate the opportunity to hear it and even to provide the unstainable rug.