There Goes My Teacher
Good grief, there goes that politician I can’t stand ! We hear some version of this every day these days, right ? In the US or in France, where I live. People’s fur is up and most are sure they have the right take on the situation, the person, the platform. I’m no different. But when I feel the roots of my hair rising (like my cat Kallie’s when she’s confronting that orange tabby in the backyard), I’m reminded of what the Buddhists advise us to think in such a case : not ˝There goes that & !;@* again˝, but ˝There goes my teacher.˝
It’s hard to see how someone whose vibes just SO do not match my own could conceivably be my teacher (spiritual teacher no less!). As I understand it, we’re here to forgive the world we’ve made (made, not created), that is, to seek correction for our own perceptions, which are erroneous and illusory. To begin, we need to recognize our own part of responsibility in what is negative, morally unacceptable, tragic.
So what on earth is this person teaching me ? He reminds me that no matter how much my ego cannot stand his ego, there is the same Light in both of us, and I need to acknowledge it. I need to recognize the heavy veils of illusion and thus see through them. It doesn’t mean I vote for her. And if I’m convinced (s)he is promoting exclusion, selfishness and violence, I must denounce these things. But without her, I would not be forced into my own depths where I discover (on condition I seek it out sincerely) my innate capacity for tolerance and respect. Politician X challenges me to check my limits, when it comes to forgiveness. Can I get beyond them ? This does require a certain dose of good will!