The last post continues to disturb me. I signed on this morning with the intention of pulling it down. I might, yet. The story is negative, about a sticky sludge pool of human behavior. Third person voice distances and I tried to be smart about telling it, that is, make it a game. Still,the story is the proverbial giant tar baby. To tell it gives the story momentum. I want to contain it, make it go away, go back to the fine program we had going before the destruction. I want to heal the mess. I don't want to be stuck in it. I want to change the story. I want to hold the wrong doers accountable. I want them to see and acknowledge what they've done. I want to walk away. And I don't want to walk away from those who have been harmed.
My wise spirit reminds me that I can't change the essential nature of the story. No matter how I tell it the story remains a disturbing test of failed human behavior. What can I do? I ask my Teacher. I already know the rule: Anything you do must serve compassion, or love.
What if an enemy is coming toward me, toward all of us, to destroy us. How does love combat that enemy?
"I wouldn't stand there ruminating, I'd run," he says. We laugh. We've already gone over this territory. Self-defense in such situations is moral. Invading countries for their resources, isn't--
What do you do when you encounter any demon? You stay out of the way. Don't feed it with anger, fury, fear, self-righteousness, or anything else churning around in the reaction. If it is starved, it will go somewhere else, to live. Or lose momentum and fade away.
Bring about stories of beauty and complexity to feed the spirits of your ancestors, your grandchildren.
Makes sense to me.