Graves’ First Law: “Use It All”

Driving home after potluck today and pondering all I had heard during services this morning, I reflected on a comment that Rev Donald made during his talk. Graves First Law: Use It All. That would have to include the good, the bad and the very ugly. The good is pretty easy, unless you are like my stepdad who doesn’t think he deserves a fabulous life. He does, but he has to own that realization, and since he doesn’t, it is done unto him as he believes and his life is less than wonderful.

The bad and the ugly take a bit more work. So let’s see what I can do with this. The other morning I woke up with an intensely sharp pain in both my right wrist and my right ankle and I knew I hadn’t done anything particularly physical that would have created that specific effect, so I got really quiet and asked the question “What’s this about?” The almost instantaneous response was that I was feeling severely limited in my movement and my choices. That’s what was manifesting in my physiology. Once I named and owned the feeling, the physical sensations disappeared within moments and have not returned. It didn’t have to be a big, gut-wrenching deal; it was as simple as a change of heart-mind. If there’s no baggage or history that needs to be shifted or cleared (that has more stamina than the present awareness), then it really can be that simple.

What about the very ugly? What about someone misrepresenting me and disrespecting me to others? That’s pretty ugly. And it happens. What then? Well, obviously to tell the truth and clear the air, cleaning up the mess as best I can without thrashing or trashing the other, because that doesn’t serve either. But then what? Forgiveness? Oh, that. If I carry around and magnify a hurt, then I’m the one hurting myself. The other isn’t hurting me, though they must be hurting pretty bad to do and say those things about me. To forgive another who seems to have wronged me can take a good bit more prayer and journaling work on my part, because there’s a part of me that would like to have a gigantic pity-party and play victim. The Adult of God in me, as me, knows that I’m never a victim. I’ve chosen to participate in this game for some unknown reason and I may never know exactly why. And that doesn’t matter either.

Taking the very ugly further, Rev Donald clarified his First Law by adding, “It’s all there for our good, so use it. It’s either there for our awakening, or for our joy.” Rev Donald suggests another possibility: “Look for the gift in it.” Finding the gift in misrepresentation and/or disrespect takes me even deeper, to see what I’m calling to myself, furthering my journey along my path of awakening and expansion. Maybe it’s to recognize that I have an old belief that I need to be punished. Perhaps I just need to further clarify my boundaries in my interactions with others.

That’s my take on the idea. What’s yours?

— Janis

Is Faith Made Up or Is It Real?

I’ve been thinking about a note that an interested party sent me the other day. To paraphrase and abbreviate a long missive: “Is faith made up, or is it real? I don’t want to fake it.”

What if, since we make it up sometimes to our advantage and sometimes against it, if we realize that the name of the game is to make it up in a way that stacks the deck in our favor. What’s the disadvantage of this approach? None, from what I can tell.

We’re going to make it up some way: God exists/doesn’t exist; compare me with others; dark now, light now; faith or lack thereof (I’ve already said, “There is no such thing as no faith.”); structured inquiry or spontaneous expression or combustion; personified deity or cold law… and so it goes. We’re gonna’ make up something, and no matter what we make up, or what we have convinced ourselves is true, we still made it up and will always be making it up. That’s what we do. We’re designed that way.

Sometimes we convince ourselves we are safe by talking ourselves into believing that we are safe and by assuming that we know what’s going on around us. If this only helps us to feel more creative and at peace, so what? We are by design, automatic, organizing machines that overlay a notion of order into the absolute chaos of creation. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with this approach to calming down. Most of us could use something to calm down; that’s for sure…and there’s no hangover.

Whether we’re boinking or breathing or musing or levitating, we can’t get out of this thing called Life. Even if we attempt escape by so-called suicide, there is no guarantee that we get “out” or avoid suffering. I also think that we make up all of the potential options and outcomes in this one, too.

Instead of is faith real or imagined, I think the real question is, “How are you gonna’ make up your life from now on. You’ve done it the way you’ve done it up to this time, and you always have the option of doing it a little or a lot differently every moment hereafter. What now, Dear Traveler? What choose, Ye? The blue or the red pill?

This time, I choose blue. Why? Because I choose blue.

What are you making up about all of this? You will make what you make up.

BestBlessings,

Rev Donald