Adventures at Rasa Ranch #132

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9/15/03 "Those Darned Goggles"

 

Got a phone call today from my all-time, best buddy from high school.

We don't talk much --maybe once a year, if that-- but we are always

happy to hear from one another. Long ago, we used to climb up on top

of the press box of the school's football stadium late at night and

ask each other, endlessly, questions such as, 'Do you think there's

life out there in those stars?' and 'What's the deal with

reincarnation?' 'Who or what is God, anyway?' and 'Why do you think

we're really here?'

 

Today his call was prompted by the reading of the last story I wrote

where I came to see that I actually did love myself. He got right to

the point: how could he get rid of his own raging self-hatred?

 

I didn't know what to say. I mean, how should I know? This was the

very same issue that had been confronting me lately! So I closed my

eyes and took a moment to breathe and then the words started coming.

They flowed and they moved us both; they moved us to that place where

everything is right *as it is* and we know it.

 

Before we hung up, he asked me to kindly send him a letter that summed

up those words and to be sure to mention, also, how much I loved him.

I said okay.

 

 

I wrote the letter like I was writing to myself. Here it is:

 

1. The fact that I cannot bear to live with this self-hatred anymore

is a GOOD thing. It means the fruit is finally ripe...that the time

has come to be free!

 

2. The presence of self-hatred only means that in this moment I

happen to be wearing a pair of ages-old, dark goggles that twist and

warp everything I see, hear, think, and feel.

 

3. The goggles are *not* me, and they are *not* mine. They are

composed of the atoms of every innocent message from the universe

that has ever been misunderstood by the limited human intellect since

the beginning of time.

 

4. When I feel the urge to numb myself, I am already wearing the goggles.

 

5. When the goggles are on, I can't trust a single thing I am seeing,

hearing, thinking, or feeling, because EVERYTHING is being distorted

by the goggles.

 

6. Being aware that the goggles are on is all that is needed. Then I

can just watch how they are distorting all that comes into my field of

consciousness and I can see that what I am perceiving is not real.

 

7. At the very moment that the perceptions through the goggles are

known to be completely untrustworthy, Reality, no longer covered over

by the false, shines forth.

 

8. Reality shows me the utter kindness and safety of the universe,

which is now, in all its ordinariness, revealed to be nothing other

than a divine expression of the Love that Love has for Itself, and

that includes everything...even me! I don't know what will happen

next, but I am up for anything! (And Reality reveals all Her secrets

to me when I only have eyes for Her, and not for those darned

goggles!)

 

[The fact that this was written just for you, means that the Universe

loves you that much. And the fact that you asked specifically for

this to be written, also means that you love yourself that much.]