Suffering mechanically is a lousy way to live. We, if we are suffering, are asked to simply know that we are suffering. We are free to fix the problem if we can, but if we cannot, to enter the void. I love this quote: “Rest in the void; the void takes care of its own.”

Take a deep breath after reading that. Rest and then watch yourself suffering mechanically again!

You see, the void does knows its own, which is us in all of our tainted glory. We were meant to be children of God, but we have become mechanical men and women.

The garbage truck just came and I said a mental thank you for getting rid of all my external garbage. But there is no truck for our poisonous thoughts against ourselves. “I’m too old, it’s their problem, I can’t afford it,” on and on ad nauseam.

You can mess yourself up so thoroughly that it drowns out the chance for truth to live its life through you. I did that yesterday. But today will be different, you mumble without really meaning it. In five minutes you will be torturing yourself again.

Here’s the thing; there is no way out of mechanical suffering except to suffer consciously. Jesus was the example of that. There are others that follow different religions, but religion itself is a drug meant only for the masses. We are called to come out from among them. And we can’t.

So what do we do to get out of our own way and just let life unfold. That is a mystery in and of itself, isn’t. I do not claim to have the answer; I only have the question.

Don’t you feel better after seeing that you are the problem? BTW, this is not a discussion forum; those are for intellectual beginners.

This is a space we can meet to NOT argue with ourselves. Find that space inside yourself that shuts up and listens to the silence.

Some of you never comment but I know you are there because I am throwing out morsels of truth. This life ain’t easy, but it’s all we’ve got and we must work tirelessly to find something more than our lousy physical lives. Maybe forgive yourself for being so mechanical? It’s a temporary fix but we must walk on, throwing away our crutches of disbelief in our own ability to simply put one foot in front of the other. Maybe throw in a handful of confetti and laugh.

Vicki Woodyard