Oh boy...
I find I swing a bit between bouts of being understanding with the muggles..,
And being Dark Side angry, "Jab me with that needle, and I'll add you to the list of souls I intend to extract full retribution from in the next life. I'll forgive only when I'm good and goddamned ready."
I came in to work, and was told that I had to start wearing a mask. I'd figured for some weeks now that this was in the works, but was surprised to discover I had a harder time staying calm than I believed I would.
I asked if they were going to supply me with another 19 masks today, since they're only good for 30 minutes before they become a health hazard, and I was certainly not about to supply my own, and this whole overblown virus charade was really getting on my nerves and I was fed up with people being so gullible about it, and what genius in charge made the decision that we all need to wear masks, and was s/he coming up with these dictates from the safety and boredom of their home while the rest of us on-the-floor people had to act out their whims? And what's their number because I'm going to need to call them up and straighten them out.
That all came out in a bit of a bluster and everybody took two steps back.
I was assured by my immediate superior that I wasn't the only one with reservations and was advised (outside of official bounds) that I only needed to wear the mask when I'm working with other people. Yes, I could do that. And no, I wouldn't call anybody. It was coming from the government, not management I was led to understand.
I simmered down and got to work.
It was in that mood I found myself contemplating the very likely prospect, that in coming months I'll need to get vaccinated in order to keep my job. That's when things got pretty dark in my head for a while.
Whenever I go into such a mental state, I recall the story about one of Laura's spirit attachments...
-A brother from some distant past life had died in an unfortunate manner and blamed Laura's soul for it. To exact revenge, he linked up to her body in this life and sort of skulked around trying to sabotage her and create harm and misery. It caused bodily pain and was full of hate. It was basically, for all intents and purposes, a demon! It needed flushing, and if I'm recalling the tale correctly, was successfully detached. (Good lord, I suspect I'm mangling the story. Please forgive me, but it's the mythology of it all which matters and which I find useful.)
The parable of, "Don't become a Demon just because you're Pissed Off!"
Because the problem is this: that angry soul may well have been perfectly justified in its anger! We generally feel perfectly justified when we're mad, and in a court of law, heck, the judge will often agree. But how much time does it take, by seeking what seems justified revenge, before a soul turns into a bonefide monster?
You see it all the time; the poor kid bullied at school grows up to become a friendless creep; the abuser becomes the abused, the villain of all future stories.
Do I want to become a smelly black cloud in somebody's life? Especially if they can't even remember what they did?
I worry about that when I'm really pissed off. -Like, dead-man's curse, pissed off. Ever since finding my faith, (in the spiritual reality, density system, etc.) more than half a lifetime ago, I soon realized that there is the very real possibility of holding a grudge against those who messed with me in this life. -And effectively so; being a significant factor in their next lifetime. Like, I'd be the monster under the bed, the terror in the night, the cancer in the blood, etc.
Consequently, forgiveness is no joke. You HAVE to find your way there or risk becoming something truly vile. The monster in somebody else's story.
I wonder if that's why, sometimes when I meet people for the first time, they'll look at me like they're deeply troubled or even scared. "What? I'm just li'l old me, I remember nothing! Let's be friends!"
Though, it might be nice if you wouldn't be such a Muggle and jab me (in the back) with a needle this time around.
I find I swing a bit between bouts of being understanding with the muggles..,
And being Dark Side angry, "Jab me with that needle, and I'll add you to the list of souls I intend to extract full retribution from in the next life. I'll forgive only when I'm good and goddamned ready."
I came in to work, and was told that I had to start wearing a mask. I'd figured for some weeks now that this was in the works, but was surprised to discover I had a harder time staying calm than I believed I would.
I asked if they were going to supply me with another 19 masks today, since they're only good for 30 minutes before they become a health hazard, and I was certainly not about to supply my own, and this whole overblown virus charade was really getting on my nerves and I was fed up with people being so gullible about it, and what genius in charge made the decision that we all need to wear masks, and was s/he coming up with these dictates from the safety and boredom of their home while the rest of us on-the-floor people had to act out their whims? And what's their number because I'm going to need to call them up and straighten them out.
That all came out in a bit of a bluster and everybody took two steps back.
I was assured by my immediate superior that I wasn't the only one with reservations and was advised (outside of official bounds) that I only needed to wear the mask when I'm working with other people. Yes, I could do that. And no, I wouldn't call anybody. It was coming from the government, not management I was led to understand.
I simmered down and got to work.
It was in that mood I found myself contemplating the very likely prospect, that in coming months I'll need to get vaccinated in order to keep my job. That's when things got pretty dark in my head for a while.
Whenever I go into such a mental state, I recall the story about one of Laura's spirit attachments...
-A brother from some distant past life had died in an unfortunate manner and blamed Laura's soul for it. To exact revenge, he linked up to her body in this life and sort of skulked around trying to sabotage her and create harm and misery. It caused bodily pain and was full of hate. It was basically, for all intents and purposes, a demon! It needed flushing, and if I'm recalling the tale correctly, was successfully detached. (Good lord, I suspect I'm mangling the story. Please forgive me, but it's the mythology of it all which matters and which I find useful.)
The parable of, "Don't become a Demon just because you're Pissed Off!"
Because the problem is this: that angry soul may well have been perfectly justified in its anger! We generally feel perfectly justified when we're mad, and in a court of law, heck, the judge will often agree. But how much time does it take, by seeking what seems justified revenge, before a soul turns into a bonefide monster?
You see it all the time; the poor kid bullied at school grows up to become a friendless creep; the abuser becomes the abused, the villain of all future stories.
Do I want to become a smelly black cloud in somebody's life? Especially if they can't even remember what they did?
I worry about that when I'm really pissed off. -Like, dead-man's curse, pissed off. Ever since finding my faith, (in the spiritual reality, density system, etc.) more than half a lifetime ago, I soon realized that there is the very real possibility of holding a grudge against those who messed with me in this life. -And effectively so; being a significant factor in their next lifetime. Like, I'd be the monster under the bed, the terror in the night, the cancer in the blood, etc.
Consequently, forgiveness is no joke. You HAVE to find your way there or risk becoming something truly vile. The monster in somebody else's story.
I wonder if that's why, sometimes when I meet people for the first time, they'll look at me like they're deeply troubled or even scared. "What? I'm just li'l old me, I remember nothing! Let's be friends!"
Though, it might be nice if you wouldn't be such a Muggle and jab me (in the back) with a needle this time around.