Miracles and Judgment.

Judgment has been a part of my deal for as long as I can remember. As my Self has flicked on and started exploring around in my darkness, my judgments - and my awareness of my tendency to quickly judge - have grown more and more glaring.  A vein of judgment doesn't need to be described as heavy or gauzy - it's all the same and a little is a lot.

"You respond to what you perceive, and as you perceive so do you behave.  The Golden Rule asks you to do unto others as you would have them do unto you.  This means that the perception of both must be accurate.  The Golden Rule is the rule for appropriate behavior.  You can not behave appropriately unless you perceive correctly.  Since you and your neighbor are equal members of one family, as you perceive both so you will do to both.  You should look out from the perception of your own holiness to the holiness of others."  -- A Course In Miracles

If I judge you, it's because I judge me: one for one, every time.  

Judgment typically resides within the space of insecurity. But, if we dig just a bit more deeply, we can see clearly that judgment sits in insecurity which then sits comfortably inside of self-loathing.

I can not judge you without judging myself, even if I'm unaware of my self-judgement.  And so a toxic cycle of outward-judgement and self-loathing feeds itself, constantly and continuously.  

It makes my heart hurt thinking about all of the judgments I've casually tossed, silently, into the ether.  Worse still, the times I've been callous enough to voice my judgments, and even worse still the times I've been so brazen as to voice my judgments directly to someone in the name of "honesty" or my own perception of myself as (and I'm struggling to type these next words because they're so heinous) a somehow-enlightened being.  

If I can't look at you and see your holiness, it's because I've forgotten about the holiness that rests in me.  

And I think the miracle here might be that as we invite the holy in, we find that there's simply not enough space for both the holy and the loathing.  And so because light takes away dark, holy wins.

Holy wins.

With deep love and respect,