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Dual nature

It occurred to me today that I have to start this practicing love if I am going to get any better at it. So I set about to only think good thoughts about people today. It was apparently too lofty a goal for me today. Whatever you practice, you do. I don't know why we continue to practice hate, anger, sadness, frustration, jealousy, etc. It comes out. We seem to gravitate to it. Someone says, "Did you hear what she said?" and we perk up and hope it's juicy. "She is such a horrible person!" we may continue. We love this for some reason. Maybe it's because of the same genes that make us laugh every time someone falls down.


Anyway, whatever the reason, it is something to fight against. But I don't want to say fight against, because that too has a negative connotation. It is something to supplant. You see we have two natures, human and spirit. I don't care what religion you practice or don't. You have to feel this spirit within you or recognize it in others. For those of you who have never felt love; never felt loss; never had a moment of serendipity; you might not have a soul. But for everyone else there are two natures. Most of us see ourselves as humans with the occasional spiritual experience. But we are actually Spirits having a human experience.


Your spirit is imprisoned in your body. This body is selfish and self-serving. It needs food, water, shelter, attention and it will do whatever it can to survive. Your spirit doesn't need anything but to connect with other spirits with love. For our time on this earth, you need to maintain this dual-nature for survival. So the goal is to balance the two. Balance is 50/50.


How? Your mind is the key. Your mind is in the middle ground between body and spirit but is susceptible to the whims of both. Turn your mind to spiritual needs and become more spiritual. Think about survival and the body's needs and become more human.


Tomorrow's goal: Think good thoughts about people while driving.
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  1. LoveManFebruary 2, 2012 at 9:31 PM

    Serendipitously I flipped the channel to the end of Monty Python's "The Meaning of Life." Michael Palin says, "The Soul cannot grow because it gets distracted."

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