I need your light
by Everlasting Jun 11, 2025
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I kneel to pray |
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3 days ago
by ddavidd
Dear Lucerio,
I do not know if it is the case for you, but blindness, eventually, is inevitable. We blind ourselves not all at once, but gradually, by refusing to see what disturbs our beliefs, our convenience, or the comfort of our sins. Like hearing, sight is something we can lose simply by refusing to use it rightly.
I remember a girl, an engineer by profession, who knew deep down that her brother, though only a high school graduate, was more insightful than she was. He would say things with unusual wisdom, subtle and true. But she never gave weight to his words. His lack of credentials, his familiarity, perhaps even the wound of knowing he was brighter, made it impossible for her to listen. Over time, this refusal hardened. It wasn't just that she disagreed with him; it was that she stopped hearing him altogether. Even when he offered something mundane, like an address or a fact she had asked for, her mind simply shut off. That part of her, once capable of receiving, had gone to sleep. She could not listen, even when she wanted to. Her pride had dulled her perception, and now, that faculty was gone.
It is hard to keep our eyes open. Darkness is always after us. And it is not just the loss of visual sight, but the deeper sight, the insight into darkness, that I believe you are pleading for from God. For that kind of vision requires courage, and work, and sacrifice.
The urge to sleep is strong. The temptation to turn away, to not see what must be seen, is relentless. Another example: people who eat continuously and indulgently lose their sensitivity to taste. They no longer savour a bite; they devour. Their enjoyment lies not in the food itself, but in the fulfilment of a craving they no longer understand. They abuse a gift, and so the universe-or God-quietly takes it back.
To see the one you are asking God to help you see, that kind of seeing requires reverence. It requires honesty. It requires a refusal to lie to oneself. And above all, it requires courage and the willingness to stay awake.-
3 days ago
by Everlasting
It’s hard. I do know my ego gets in the way sometimes. But I also know that I am important and that there’s a fine line between just allowing others to do what they want and getting to the point of letting myself being taken advantage of. It gets complicated. It’s hard to see the difference sometimes.
I think I’m slowly understanding. I tried to go by “love”. But “love” doesn’t necessarily means let’s say
“Kids love candy” so I give them lots of candy
That’s no love because ultimately the candy will do them harm but a little candy should be ok from time to time
It’s a poor example.
I like your example. it has happened to me before but thank god I am able to snap out of it and swallow my ego to listen. Sadly I need to go through lots of crying and pain. It consumes a lot of my energy. I guess that’s why I am always tired. I go through denial. Writing helps figure out how I truly feel. Ultimately, it doesn’t really matter how I feel, my actions is what’s going to count.
I can feel a certain way but decide to do the opposite of how I feel and deal with the consequences. Doing so, will have an impact on my body though because I go against what my body feels.
There’s so much to take account of. Sigh.
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3 days ago
by ddavidd
There are several points in your post, and addressing them all at once would be pointless, long, tedious, and time-consuming. So I’ll respond to them separately, whenever time allows.
For now, let’s talk about love, and your point about giving candy to a child. You’re absolutely right. Words like love are mere concepts, one small word used to capture an entire spectrum of emotions: infatuation, warmth, obsession, attachment... People even claim to love their television sets.
The problem is, we rarely examine or refine our understanding of love. Do we evolve our love, educate it, deepen it, purify it, as we grow? Rarely. As Rumi said, “The seven cities of love were traversed by Attar, while we are still wandering in the curve of an alley.” And that comes from Rumi, the poet most often celebrated as the master of love.
Giving candy to a child is a crude metaphor for the most primitive kind of love. Likewise, withholding criticism or silence in the face of wrongdoings just to stay on someone's “favourites list” is another form of immature affection.
True love—like enlightenment, is an alchemical journey. We must pass through stages of purification, suffering, sacrifice, and expansion. And very few make it through. In every generation, those who do are rare.
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