Blame. Seems it's a human trait. Habitual, for sure. Perhaps to be human is to blame, or at least to be caught up in separation, is to blame.
I've been blamed, and I've blamed. It's like a hot potato we throw around, never truly catching it, mostly tossing it right back as soon as the heat hits our fingertips. We don't want it, but we can't seem to stop flinging it about, and not unlike a boomerang, it always comes right back to us.
If you want to check the status of your designs on enlightenment, blame is an easy place to start. If you are playing that game, you might just be playing the spiritual game called 'I am waking up ... see how far I've come ... see how much better than those guys I am'. That's a figment of separation's very creative, oh so flexible, imagination, as is the idea of enlightenment, of waking up, well ... as it every little thing under this glorious sun. Some, like blame, are just so damn easy to see if you're willing to look.
If you check into your willingness to let blame die, to never blame another ever again, you might feel a bit of tension, two warring sides pulling on a little tug-o-war rope. On one side you have a giant sense of loss, righteousness denied, self-deflation, self-negation, heaped upon the certainty that if you don't figure out who's to blame, you'll get squished by the next thing that goes off the rails. On the other side, you have a giant sense of relief, of not having to carry the world on your shoulders, of freeing yourself and those you would blame from scorn, side-by-side with a not-so-subtle confirmation of something you've always known but couldn't quite put your finger on. Whichever side is more intriguing, more compelling, more comfortable, wins.
If you stop long enough to look at the forces at play, you begin to see the programming that is running the show, the little man (not a man at all) behind the curtain in the Outer Zone (OZ). The inner zone (IZ or simply IS if you will) has no programming at all. Life, for all of us, is lived In between the two.
Some of us have no idea that we vacillate between OZ and IS, that those moments of spacing out, the pauses between breaths, the space between thoughts, are actually short trips to what some might call heaven. Some of us strive to spend all our time as Isness willingly sacrificing our humanness for something believed to be better. Unfortunately, striving is smack dab in the middle of OZ not IS.
The pulse of life dances between the two that are not two at all regardless, just like the heartbeat has its up and down, or the ocean rolls in and out.
Blame is merely a handy way to notice what’s going on … that is, if you care to see. The ol’ you-done-it is prima facie evidence for separation, for OZ. It’s proof the programming is running the show, that you are running on autopilot. There’s nothing wrong with that. It's just a little more painful, a little less peace in the midst of the craziness. That’s the way most people live their entire lives, but if you are one of the wild and crazy folks, a black sheep, if you never fit in and were always looking for truth at any cost, then I offer you this little shortcut.
There are lots of them. Blame is easy pickings, although after seeing it clearly an avalanche that doesn’t stop is triggered. Not one that stops when you finally reach the promised land, when you’re sitting pretty in the empty spaciousness at the core of fallacies, but a non-stop, never stopping, ain’t gonna ever stop landslide. See one glitch in the matrix and you begin to see them all. See enough of them and the reality of reality can’t quite be called reality anymore.
It might be safer to keep on blaming, that is if safety is your thing.
Amaya Gayle is the author of 6 books, the latest Actuality; infinity at play, published by New Saram Press. https://amzn.to/3Rd4CTY
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