You Can’t Get Enough Of What You Don’t Want
Warning: this is a very advanced article. You should probably start with the easier ones if you are here for the first time. OK?
An interesting glitch in the nature of reality is that our driving desire, the answer to our dreams, the one thing that would seem to fix our complaints doesn’t fix anything.
We could say that you can’t fix what’s not broken. and actually it would be a very astute remark.
But if that is the case, that the thing we are trying to fix isn’t broken, why does it seem that what we most complain about not having would fix it?
It’s an optical illusion. It is part of the human condition, that we are propelled forward (or kept in place) by the ego.
Let me show you some examples from my life here, but let me warn you: the speaking is so overt, you’d want to judge the person in the stories: don’t do it. Your sh-t also stinks, your version of stink is just slightly different. Judging another for their soul correction is deadly. I have warned you!
I have had a complaint for 3700 years that I am not appreciated for what I do, or what I can do.
I went to Israel and they didn’t roll out the red carpet. To thank me for going there, thank me that I got my high level education in another country, and that I am just taking it there, it won’t cost them anything. Truly a gift, and I am truly a gift.
As in “you are a gift to the world” grooming the next serial killer whose self-esteem is so high that everyone else looks like a midget or a moron in comparison. Statistics show that people with high self-esteem are the most likely to hurt other people… welcome to my party.
Obviously, what would fix this complaint is people rolling out the red carpet and tell me how much they appreciate me and what I can do for them.
But I dare you to try it, and you’ll find utter boredom or anger as an answer: the truth is that it would bother me. Why? Because truth be told, I don’t care about that.
Hm, that is weird. I warned you, it is a weird machine, and you have one just like it. Or better said: your life is run by one, just like it.
Now, if you go under the “hood” of this machine, what you will find is that the ego is throwing its weight around, in the rhythm of the soul whipping it.
Soul, whipping… wtf? Oh yeah, you haven’t figured it out yet.
The soul wants to perform the impossible task of transfiguring itself into a giver… ain’t gonna happen, brother, ain’t gonna happen. But the soul is going to give it a try, at least for a while, until it runs out of juice.
My soul correction is: Forget Thyself. So the first task is to act out my own self-importance. And then reign it in. That is the soul’s correction move. Now you do it