Liminality is the state of not knowing how or if a situation will resolve itself. It’s a rite of passage. If wise elders have not prepared us for this rebirth experience and taught us the necessity of relaxing into it, we will almost certainly resist it. Once a pattern of resistance has become established, our embryonic potential for love is lost. We become weirdly animated fossils, waiting for a death that has already happened.
Nothing devours energy like conflict. It’s a great gaping maw into which all goodness and potential disappear. Jesus said, “Resist nothing.” His ministry was a mere three years, from which we learn that a long life is not important and that peaceful men have inestimable power. They “mount up with wings as eagles; they run and are not wearied; they walk and do not faint.”
Whatever happens in this moment happens for the best. Watch closely. See if it isn’t so.
The peaceful warrior is an army of one. He is vital, independent, undivided, simple. He has no weapons because he has no fear. He is complete; he doesn’t want anything. If he had a credo, which he doesn’t, it would be this: Resist nothing.
If instead of blaming others I blame myself, what have I accomplished? Blame itself is the cardinal stupidity, not what is objected to, condemned or attacked.
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