04-07-2018, 01:17 PM
(04-06-2018, 09:16 PM)MangusKhan Wrote: I recoiled a lot really. The experience was genuinely frightening. I wasn't afraid of him, he was just a broken sad man with a lot of issues. It was more a kind of existential dread I felt afterwards, like what I had just witnessed was only the tip of a giant iceberg of suffering; had I even really made a difference? Really makes me wonder how highly polarised beings are able to take on so much of others' suffering. I read a Quo session where they talk about Jesus's ability to know and accept all the suffering of the creator, or something to that meaning. That must be intense...
A 12 year old may wonder, "I'm lifting 75 lbs. now, but how will I ever be able to lift 175 lbs?" As your body grows, you can take on a bigger load. Likewise, it seems, as your identification with self as that-old-familiar-thing decomposes into identification with the Creator, you can take on a bigger load of compassion.
One confusing step at a time.