I’ve been so grumpy lately.
It’s hot. There are line ups for the bus. People jump the line. People won’t move to the back of the bus. I become the cosmic policeman.
I didn’t know what name to put to it until I came home and listened to Ashira on Heavenly Blessings.
One thing they’ve learned, he said, from the intergalactic wars and being aboard ship on long voyages is that “there is no room for harshness.” Yes, that’s what it was: Harshness.
What follows is an example of what the Growth Movement would have referred to as “calling myself.” I’ll return to the subject later in the article.
Why is it so hard for me to really get this condition? Why do I only get it skin deep, at an intellectual level? I made myself so harsh in opposition to my Father that I became like him. I am harsh.
And I can be majorly harsh, in defence of the moral, ethical, good, right, or whatever screen I’m hiding behind. I made a career of being policeman of the world. I just made sure I was always – or appeared to be – on the side of the right and the good
Where that strategy led is a different matter. (1)
I’m having a devil of a time surrendering being harsh – or direct or presumptuous – when I get hot and am waiting in lines. Or in banks or supermarkets.
Oh, I know enough not to be harsh in certain settings but that’s all just window-dressing. Hypocrisy. Window-dressing no longer does it for me. It hasn’t since I was a young man of thirty.
Well, given my newfound interest in the universal laws, I’ll later invoke the laws of change, transmutation, and elimination to take this mood of harshness from me and from 95% of my memory.
The rest stays there to remind me what harshness was like. I may need the recall of that experience when talking to other planets – as probably will you – about our own ascension process.
Can we stretch our vocabulary a bit? There are so many concepts from the Growth Movement of the 1970s that we could benefit from if we ceased thinking of that time as the Dark Ages. It was an oasis of enlightenment.
We had everything we needed. We got by without computers or cellphones. We didn’t know about them and so did not miss them. And we probably were more social for it.
Here’s the new item of vocabulary. What I just did, above, we’d have called “calling myself.” I just called myself on my own harshness. (2)
The most common alternative is to think that, if we get away with something, we don’t need to bother with it.
No, if we allow it to be there uncleared, it goes to form a part of the cage that in the end won’t let us move. We become the guy in the rocking chair with Jack Daniels in hand and corncob pipe. He may as well be spouting pre-recorded messages, rocking his life away.
If we get away with it, we’re stuck with it. I don’t want to be stuck with harshness. So I don’t want to get away with it.
Therefore, given that no one else has called me so far, I call myself.
If we tucked “calling myself” into our Post-Reval Toolbox, it would speed so many things up.
Imagine a meeting where one person says: “I’m being impatient.” And another says: “I have a hidden agenda to steer the meeting towards Option C. I’m a biased participant in this meeting, with a conflict of interest. Maybe I should sit on the sidelines.”
I’ve been in settings like that in the Seventies; the meetings were amazing.
There are some who might say, stop talking about the Seventies. Far from it.
We need to take up some of their practices, not come from our superficial understandings of what the decade may have been about. We were interested in self-awareness and self-realization; our critics denigrated us as “the Me Generation.” Self-servingness was the farthest thing from our minds.
Many of the decade’s practices have not been rediscovered yet; they’re not being talked about, more’s the pity. There’s nothing we do, moreover, that takes their place. Theirs are forgotten arts, which we’d benefit from recovering.
I believe this practice I’m suggesting has the power to lead to many breakthroughs and to help build trust.
In sum: Don’t wait for someone to call you. Call yourself.
(1) It led to being dead-right.
(2) I’m reminded of Jim Carrey’s exclamation in Liar, Liar: “I hold myself in contempt!”
No self-serving bias there.