12-15-2020, 04:54 PM
I believe I have experienced something like this, beyond my own efforts to simply be mindful and compassionate about another's lived reality. It was something akin to being illuminated and witnessing the illuminated. In those moments, there was just clarity of perception. Before (and after its passing as well), I was in darkness and lived within the structures and terrors of my own fantasy, where I would imagine all sorts of opinions derived from my own confusion. I would attempt to see the Creator under each form, often with criticism of the way She danced and the garments She disguised Herself with. Perhaps one of the most helpful things to me was to embrace my own confusion entirely, allowing me to lift Her veil and see the silliness of critiquing the reflection of my own clothes and movements.
Looking at others and seeking compassion for them is really difficult when it evokes so much intensity within ourselves. Are these other selves really lost? Or have they come bearing immeasurable gifts which only ask for the light of our attention as it reflects our own beauty?
Looking at others and seeking compassion for them is really difficult when it evokes so much intensity within ourselves. Are these other selves really lost? Or have they come bearing immeasurable gifts which only ask for the light of our attention as it reflects our own beauty?
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