On
Having a Drill Instructor as a Teacher . . .
The “ego” loves to be pandered to and adored. There is nothing wrong with this … everything
has it’s time and place. However,
everyone could use a Drill Instructor from time to time (or constantly) because
in a sense The D.I. is the “ego” (who we *think* we are in this world)’s worst
nightmare and the “True Self” (that which cannot be thought)’s best
Friend. The reason The D.I. is not “your”
friend is because you cannot predict what The D.I. will do and The D.I. is the Best
Friend to the Self because the DI can predict what you do in a flash, in fact,
usually The D.I. sees what you will do ten moves ahead of where you are at.
The D.I.'s job is to break you of who you think you
are. You may want to fight The D.I. but
you know even when you do it, you don’t really want to win. You want to lose yourself and yet at the same
time are afraid of the unknown. Who you
*think* you are is like a “woobie” blanket that you had as a child … it
couldn’t really protect you from anything but it sure felt like it could. That is what the “ego/who you *think* you
are” is … it is a blanket/skin that is wrapped around “Nothing” to make it seem
like you are protected from something, but even the *something* that one thinks
they are protected from … is in Nothing.
Not “nothing” like blank … Nothing like “No Thing.” This means that in a sense there is something
there but it is nothing that you can use the senses for to understand. The “ego/ who you *think* you are” attempts
to understand everything, yet it is The D.I.'s job to remove what you have come to
understand and leave you empty(ier) of who you think you are.
You hear people all the time say … I am a smoker …
I am a drinker … I am a vegetarian … I am a meat eater … I am a man … I am a
woman … I am an alcoholic … I am a drug addict … I am a home maker … I am white
… I am black … I am Native American … I am Indian … I am Chinese … I am
Christian … I am buddhist … I am atheist … I am a husband … I am a wife … I am
a sister … I am a brother … I am a department store clerk … I am a musician … I
am a writer … I am a poet … I am an astronaut … I am an inventor … I am human …
I am (insert name here). Yet you … the
True You … are none of those things. All
of that is Secondary to who you Truly Are.
This one is lucky it actually has a Drill Sergeant
as a Teacher. Not Lucky for “me” just Lucky. This doesn’t mean that everyone should go
join the Military … though it’s a start.
When the Student is Ready … the Teacher will appear. How will you know the Teacher has appeared …
the Teacher will not pander to you. You
won’t always get what you want but you will get exactly what you need.
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