It Doesn’t Matter What Comes Back

I’ve said this for a year or more, without really “getting” it.  It was in the realm of a wise thing to say.  There’s been an undercurrent of ego, a touch of “look at me”.

Today feels different.

Before I dive in, I know there are times when the statement isn’t true.  If I’m sick in the hospital, it’s crucial what the doctor brings back to me.  His or her knowledge will assist me back to wellness.

Also, the bar three floors down from my apartment has entered into an agreement with me: Their terrace, which is below my bedroom, will be quiet at midnight.  For me to sleep, it’s important that they keep their word.

Now back to the main idea …

I experience myself as love.  I throw it out into the world.  May it fall on all shoulders.  What if I’m totally unaffected by what returns, or if anything returns?  I mean it – totallyMy eyes grow wide at the thought.  I would be free.

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Here’s one of my favourite stories:

John and Harry were imprisoned together for many years.  They were both abused by Nick, their jailor.

Finally they’re released.  Months later they go for a coffee.

Harry: “Have you forgiven Nick?”

John: “Never!  After he what he did to me!?”

Harry: “Then I guess you’re still in prison.”

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I often radiate

That’s enough

You don’t have to radiate back

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