I'm proud of myself. Why not? For someone once described as "feisty" by a friend, I stayed unperturbed after receiving a nasty email the other day from someone I had helped (gratis et amore) but who associated me with a group that the email sender was not happy with.
I was hurt. I was indignant. I was insulted. I was ready to hit my email's reply button and counter attack with a sarcastic and scathing response.
How do you love someone who attacks you without provocation? It's a no-brainer, isn't it? You just fight back! And immediately.
Fortunately the better of me prevailed. I decided to sleep over my predicament. And I'm glad I did.
By the following day I felt less aggrieved. I had better control of my emotions. I had reined in my ego.
I no longer imagined the email sender as the most offensive person ever. I saw her, instead, as another part of me -- fractured, vulnerable to mistakes, and with an ego as big as mine. I zap her I zap my own self.
The tequila helped too. The more I drank, the more my mind's vision of my tormentor's face seemed sweetly smiling and angel-like and less of a demon with black wing, glaring eyes and hooved feet. It is a technique marriage taught me. Whenever I was upset with my husband I would imagine him as an angel trapped on earth and who has assumed both the good and the bad in a man. That would quickly cool me off.
I let the offending email remain answered. I did not retaliate. Instead, I detached myself from my experience and looked at it as a test of my convictions. It was a choice between being inside of Love or being separated from it.
I'm happy with my choice and its ensuing feeling of having been unburdened and freed. I realize that if I repeat the same process of transforming destructive emotion into good feeling with every person who upsets me, I will be furthering the wave of Love across humanity, even if only by an inch at a time.
I've got the power and so do you. Let's not just say it. Let's use it, especially when the rubber meets the road.
I was hurt. I was indignant. I was insulted. I was ready to hit my email's reply button and counter attack with a sarcastic and scathing response.
But I guess I'm "growing." I've always talked and even blogged about vibrating at a higher level; of raising my consciousness; of being loving. Easy to say; hard to do.
How do you love someone who attacks you without provocation? It's a no-brainer, isn't it? You just fight back! And immediately.
Fortunately the better of me prevailed. I decided to sleep over my predicament. And I'm glad I did.
By the following day I felt less aggrieved. I had better control of my emotions. I had reined in my ego.
I no longer imagined the email sender as the most offensive person ever. I saw her, instead, as another part of me -- fractured, vulnerable to mistakes, and with an ego as big as mine. I zap her I zap my own self.
The tequila helped too. The more I drank, the more my mind's vision of my tormentor's face seemed sweetly smiling and angel-like and less of a demon with black wing, glaring eyes and hooved feet. It is a technique marriage taught me. Whenever I was upset with my husband I would imagine him as an angel trapped on earth and who has assumed both the good and the bad in a man. That would quickly cool me off.
I let the offending email remain answered. I did not retaliate. Instead, I detached myself from my experience and looked at it as a test of my convictions. It was a choice between being inside of Love or being separated from it.
I'm happy with my choice and its ensuing feeling of having been unburdened and freed. I realize that if I repeat the same process of transforming destructive emotion into good feeling with every person who upsets me, I will be furthering the wave of Love across humanity, even if only by an inch at a time.
I've got the power and so do you. Let's not just say it. Let's use it, especially when the rubber meets the road.
- Posted with Aloha
By ARIEL MURPHY
Well done on the blog and in the handling of the events that brought the blog to you!
ReplyDeleteI savor your compliment Mitch. Mahalo!
DeleteMuch easier to say than to do [especially for me.] Well done Ariel.
ReplyDeleteBelieve me Mary, it was hard for me to do too. Thanks for your compliment. I am encouraged!
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