My business is whether or not I do those things myself.
I have often worried about being rejected, hated, persecuted or killed for being kind.
Could it be that I have misunderstood what it means to be rejected, hated, persecuted or killed?
Can these things happen to me whether or not I’m kind? They seem to happen more when I’m kind but could that be like traffic when I’m in a rush? Is it always the same but I’m only perceiving it more because I’m so concerned with it not happening?
Also, what are these things?
Is “being rejected” or “being hated” or “being persecuted” anything more than a story I tell of a “me” that thinks it needs acceptance, separate from “another” that can withhold it? Is what I perceive as rejection not just the reality of the un-separated “one” expressing its truth? Isn’t the “no” I feel just the “yes” of the universe to what should be? Isn’t the idea of rejection just confusion about the true nature of acceptance and where it comes from? Isn’t acceptance always there until I invent a separation?
Could it be that “being killed” is nothing more than a story I tell of a “me” that lives, separate from “another” that kills? Is being killed something terrible that happens against me or is it just the eternal, un-separated “one” expressing its truth? Could it be that “it” releases this part of ”itself” (the part that perceives itself as “me”) from the illusion at precisely the right moment? Could it be a kindness to be helped through the transition? A transition that everyone appears to make? Could it be that being killed spares the “me” from something? Rewards the “me” with something? Maybe its not to be feared but accepted with gratitude?
Maybe all I’m responsible for is not killing - in all its forms and interpretations. For not arguing with reality.
Whether or not someone else will reject or hate or persecute or kill me is none of my business.
My business is whether or not I will reject or hate or persecute or kill.
I find it much easier to not reject or hate or persecute or kill others, but I find it harder to spare myself these indignities.