Sainthood Here I Come

I’ve figured out the mantra that’s going to make me a saint one of these lifetimes. I’m sharing it case you find it useful.

Well, I can’t say I actually “figured” it out.  It came to me the way many of my better ideas arrive: in the wake of being especially unhinged.

I was wildly attached to wanting someone I dearly love to change their outlook so they wouldn’t be so abused by the nest of snakes they’ve allowed to take up residence in their mind.

You get this, don’t you?  I was consumed by fear at their being consumed by fear.  And I was angry about it––blaming their fear for causing my fear, their pain for causing my pain.  It was a mess.  And not an unfamiliar one.

In fact, it’s probably one of the most popular ways we humans make ourselves crazy.

I was not managing myself well at all.  Still, I knew the real deal.  It had nothing to do with my loved one.

It’s the life I’ve chosen.  The one I asked for before I was born.  Living in the oceanic, ever-new love of God.  God my only thought.  That sort of thing.  Sign me up.  Then discovering that what this resolve asks is frequently beyond anything I could have imagined.  Freeing my death-grip on ego compulsions rooted in choices that span lifetimes.  Who knew?  I’d have signed up anyway, but jeepers!  There’s a lot of blood on the highway.

It only makes sense that this commitment can bring me face-to-face with all my small-mindedness.  Moreover, it will continue to do so until my surrender to spirit is absolute.  A sobering prospect, but not an unwelcome one.

After all, anything we want to master, we have to give our life to.  Which is always more than our small self would prefer.  No great golfer gets to spend winters in Vermont, if you catch my drift.

What I’m experiencing, I know intuitionally, is the natural cultivation of the hunger for Oneness, for God, for boundless love.  As it increases so does the pain of forgetting to live in that hunger.

So.  Eagerly.  I dive into the pool of meditation.  A breath at a time, I engage what may be the only game in town: freeing every cell of everything.  “God comes when the vessel is empty,” they say.  Maybe life is just the practice of improving our bailing.

And as I do, I get this message.  “Anytime you wonder what you need to embrace, free, love, forgive, cherish and all the rest, fill yourself with the present moment and say…

‘This is it!’”

Ah, sainthood here I come.  All that remains is growing my remembering.

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