Spiritual Advance

Love holds no grievances

Tag: Grievances

Upsets

Based on ACIM workbook lesson 5:
I am never upset for the reason I think

So many things of this world bring you down,
So many things cause you to frown –
Each one is different to you.
You think you know why you’re upset,
You think there is a difference how things affect,
The life you dream of going through.

The choice to be upset is but your own,
The laws of suffering you’ve carved in stone,
And then decided to forget
How world of suffering’s been made,
How you yourself created hate,
How your own thoughts make you upset.

And your own thoughts, so cherished whims,
Through which the pure Voice but ever dims,
Inside of your own tired mind –
Does all this really worth the strife,
That you are going through in life,
Unable happiness to find?

All your upsets and all your struggles here
Arise from only your own fear –
The fear of trading body for the Truth.
You think upsets are caused by unfair world,
But your own thoughts bring pain untold –
Yet seeing thus you still refuse.

The Hunt

Based on Workbook Lesson 2:
I have given this all the meaning

The crowd:
“We’ve finally found it, wicked beast,
That we’ve been hunting for since birth.
It’s time for hate to be released
And end our eternal dearth –

Of peace, of worldly goods and things
That we are striving for, and yet
The beast creates all our sins
And feasts on sins we can’t forget,

Nor can forgive – they’re great indeed!
Created by the Satan’s lore,
Whom with our sins we nurse and feed –
But this can’t go on anymore!

The suffering is greater much,
Than fleeting high we feel at times –
It’s giving us our only crutch,
But then condemning us of crimes!

It dies now – we are on our own
And all the pleasures of this world
Then will be left for us alone
And our new life will unfold”.

The beast:
“Each sin in humans I perceive

I’ve made myself – all go to hell!
They will my suffering receive,
All are condemned in pain to dwell!

I am creator of the sin,
I am the one who’s made the hate,
So let the suffering begin –
All tools of torture I have made!

The way I still perceive myself,
As wretched demon, spawn of hell,
The way I plan to kill their Self…
But, wait – I think I hear the bell! –

They’re finally coming after me,
Trying to hunt the evil pure –
Such fools! – incapable to see:
The force, the fight my strength ensure!

For eons, I have ruled the world
My own creation, where I’m god!
Desires, thoughts and sins unfold
In every sinner – all are flawed!

How do they hope to kill what rules?
No one can live when I am dead!
Their lives are worthless – wicked fools,
How will they fight, when me they dread?

I cannot look but with disgust
At my own subjects insecure,
Sin is my own – they pay the cost
Damned all who’re caught in my allure!

They’re fools, but death I must delay –
There’s more control I’m striving for,
A tempting plan for them I’ll lay
Confusing them with my own lore.


As crowd has made its way up to the tower
Their rage and hatred grew, much more increased,
With hope approached, to bring about the hour,
To bring about demise of their own beast,

Of their creation, spawn of hell which feeds
On anger, rising in the crowd with force –
But fight of fire with fire nowhere leads –
Crowd’s hatred, pain and beast have the same source.


The crowd:
“Bring on the ram, break down the doors!
Let torches light up the whole tower!
Where wicked beast our pain prolongs,
Laying its plans for our devour!

Let’s force it out with smoke of rage,
With hatred bringing it to knees,
And lock it, bar it into cage
Where it can’t spread its own disease.

But look! – The beast leaves its own spire!
Ends here our quest of death so dire –
For long we grew such grave desire
Of our revenge – set beast on fire!”.

“No, we should wait, and let it speak –
Before it dies, let’s hear its words,
In fear it seems so lost and meek –
For now let’s lay aside our swords”.

The beast:
“My subjects, look, open your eyes!

The meaning of your lives is me!
Without me you are doomed, world dies!
Open your eyes – I’ll make you see!

This life seems difficult at times,
But the rewards you get from me!
And even when committing crimes,
Being merciful, I let you be.

The world you cherish is my own,
And yet I share it with you all
For who did put me on the throne,
After you’ve suffered your own fall?

I am protection from God’s wrath!
I am the mirror of your sins!
I am your ego, and our path
Holds us together, ‘ever clings”.


Thus ego spoke, and spoke at length,
While being vile, it’s just as sly,
Depends on blinded eyes its wicked strength,
But anger brings such blindness to one’s eye.

The hatred, guilt, shame, lust, desire,
The struggle, anxious search for one’s own peace,
Can’t lead to peace, but strengthen fire
With fuel of one’s own mental disease.

And so the tale of wicked sin goes on,
And all this meaning we’ve assigned ourselves
To worldly things we’re given on a loan –
Such meaning which corrupts us, overwhelms.

As long as we are willing to exchange
Our very Self and our own peaceful Truth
For ego’s wicked lies, made to derange,
The ego will continue its abuse.

Changes

A joke of life, a cruel game,
That we have no choice but to play,
And isn’t it a tragic shame,
That life of ours does often sway
When we’re unsure of the way,
In which to go, in which to look,
In which to search for our own peace
Not having naught, a shame it is,
Until of past we’ve closed the book.

But even then – the future looms
Not unlike savage beast, vile and unknown,
What does it bring and how it dooms
When all our hopes to it are thrown!
We thus become to suffering so prone.
The changes are where future is,
All changes, all’s consumed tomorrow,
For the unknown brings us our sorrow,
And takes as price our precious peace.

The changes bring the suffering,
And with it come both guilt and shame
For failure of uncovering
The purpose of our hateful blame,
Towards our brothers, who are same
Just as ourselves, in mist so lost,
Of such variety in life,
Which brings calamity of strife,
And in the end we pay the cost.

The cost of peace, the cost of love so true,
The cost for our deeds – unconscious as they are,
They still wear us and drag us through
The world of hell, from peace so far,
As we’re forgetting What we are.
For how would we remember love
When we in sin do still believe
And so with sin imagined we do live
Our pure Self seems cut in half.

Cut by our hate, and separation ‘tween the halves
Is strengthened still, through our guilt and fear,
And through attachment to our plans
That we so cherish, hold so dear,
Not letting Truth approach e’en near,
Out of our fear that it’ll expose
The unreality of all
That we have gathered since the fall,
Afraid of our imagined loss.

The tale of loss keeps us apart,
Believing still in gain through loss,
We fight each other, play our part
In ego’s wicked game of the remorse
That we still feel and cherish from across
The boundary of time and space
Which keeps you “better” than another,
Which keeps you separate from brother,
Unrecognized remains the face.

The face of Christ, which can’t be lost,
Which can’t be gained, for there’s no need
For that of which there is no cost,
That which is you – you need but heed
The words that sound how you are freed.
Freed from the pain and suffering
Of this so weary world unreal,
Of all the shame and guilt you feel,
From all the changes world does bring.

Stumbling on my Path

Based on Workbook lesson 1:
“Nothing I see here means anything”

Alone I have been stumbling on my path –
Through sin and errors I have always made,
A tale of wicked sin a man learns thus –
Through trusting in wrong hands his holy fate.
Where have I been, in places so revolving,
That I have lost my pure will resolving?

And tales of wicked sin indeed I saw
Through putting all my trust in wicked deeds,
Through trusting my own life in ego’s lore
I suffered thus, my heart with pain still bleeds.
And through all things I see, I am condemned,
With lies of world so vile I’m overwhelmed.

Each body or a thing through hate I find
Is seen in blinded eyes as pure salvation’s hand,
The meaning I assign is in my mind
And through investing my whole Self in it, I’m damned.
What meaning did I put in all these things?
Invested into lies, I see the dreams.

Forgiving each and every sin is only path!
Before I can return where I belong,
I must undo the meaning I’ve assigned, and thus
The journey of this world will not take long.
The judgment of all things my eyes did see
Must be undone, before I let my Self to be.

The choice

A miracle is our natural inheritance. It is our remembering. The miracle is in yourself, it cannot be outside. The world cannot produce a miracle, for it is not the purpose for which it’s been created.

You hold a grievance because you believe you are ego. And as an ego, you treat life as you unique, separate and special experience and not having it means death. You are afraid of Love inside, but only as an ego. You’ve seemingly chosen to be an ego. Each moment you are making the same choice again. Each moment is a chance to choose differently.

You’ve chosen to sleep and this is the purpose you believe in. The fear you feel is simply unreasonable unwillingness to change your purpose into awakening.

Blame

Do you truly believe that any problem can be created outside of yourself? You’ve got into habit of blaming everything and everyone for what you judge as bad or wrong. You have been looking for your happiness outside as long as you can remember – have you ever found it?

Only insane mind will keep on repeating the same process, that failed him so many times. Of course, anyone blind to the truth is insane, but it only seems that we don’t see. Son of God is like himself, and God is not insane. Only ego made you accept that you’re insane. And it makes you look for happiness where nothing exists – outside of yourself.

Blaming your Brother, you are saying “You are responsible for my happiness and you do not let me be happy”. Blaming the circumstances, you are saying “If this or that would not have happened, I would have been happy, free, in peace”. The ego goes as far as making us blame our Creator – complete impossibility, which makes sense only to the insane. But then, do not forget, that ego is insane, it makes no senseEach grievance you hold is simply you looking for salvation outside.

So when for eons you have been searching for the answer, and looking only outside and never finding it, why not look elsewhere? When every time you blame a Brother, you are unhappier still, why not try Love instead towards him?

The ego never rests, for it’s afraid. And listening to its little voice of guilt and blame, you will become as restless, not content and always searching.

Conflict

The conflict is not possible in God, but it is guaranteed when following the ego. The Voice of Love that calls you home is ever present, but rarely heard. So it is only the extent to which you listen to the other, little voice of ego, that makes the conflict real for you.

Ego knows not of God, and God knows not of ego. Is it any surprise that when you choose to listen to the little voice, the conflict is so soon to follow? Is it what you really want?

One voice is calling you to judge, the other to forgive. You cannot listen to them both, not at the same time. When ego pulls you to the past, to all the grievances you can’t let go of, or when it promises the future, it teaches you to judge.

And only in the now you hear eternal Voice of God.

There are No Problems

The world tries to push so many “problems” unto us. Yet, are these problems so? By paying all our attention to the problems of the world we never see the only one which matters – that we are lost, unhappy, not in peace.

By recognizing that every single problem has already been solved we find the peace of God. And every time you look at your Brother, do not see him as having problems. More importantly, do not allow the ego to make him into problem for yourself.

The ego sees everything and everyone as a problem. It shields its “reality” with grievances it wants us to hold. When we refuse to accept ego’s grievances, we find peace. When we refuse to see our Brother as a problem, we find our peace in him.

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