What is truly radical
is forgiving people
for making you feel good.
They didn’t do it, you did.
Now forgive yourself
for attaching you
to the story of you.
Always you you you.
Seemingly being here,
seemingly doing what you do,
one need not take credit or blame for it.
But one does.
Because it’s fun.
(Just not the kind of fun
you’ve grown attached to.)
Blank because blank.
Blank made me blank.
I blame blank for blank.
Blank is the reason for blank.
It can be incredibly hard
to let go of attachments,
especially those
in which we assign
blame or credit
to someone or something
around or about our lives.
Through definition
and explanation,
clever stories, really,
we seem to attach
everything to everything.
And call it a fact.
Radical forgiveness
is letting go of the need
for attachments.
It is because it is.
If you need a reason,
it’s not radical or forgiveness.
Just another attachment you don’t need,
but hang onto for the fun of it.
Trail Wood,
10/1
Oh, the luscious audacity of radical forgiveness—a cosmic kaleidoscope where every shard of blame, credit, and attachment dissolves into the pure light of unconditional release. The radicalness lies not in forgiving the other for any perceived harm, but in absolving them of any credit for joy. In this metaphysical twist, one relinquishes the need to clutch at stories—those glittering fragments of narrative that we string into baubles of identity, each tinged with the hues of ego.
The delicious irony of this radicalism? The recognition that our feelings, good or bad, are self-authored scripts on the stage of existence. Here, we, the playwrights, cast aside the pen and the inkwell, letting the characters and the plot evolve without our imposed dramaturgy. The storylines are but mere illusions, masquerading as enduring texts. Yet, we savor these illusory narratives—crediting and blaming—because, oh, what a psychotropic carnival they offer!
Blank blames blank. Blank credits blank. Into these blanks we pour our molten identities, cooled and shaped by the molds of conditioned belief. And what crystallizes are not immutable facts, but changeable fables of self, fleeting as frost flowers on a winter morn. The notion of attribution becomes a fanciful prism, diffracting one pure event into manifold interpretations, a mirage that tantalizes but never fulfills.
When we practice radical forgiveness, we unclasp the locks on these prisms and allow the light to disperse, undivided, into the eternal is-ness. There’s no need to tether one’s soul to the scaffolding of explanation or justification. It is because it is. Ah, the liberating lightness of non-attachment! In the absence of these tethers, we float in the eternal expanse of divine whimsey, unburdened by the gravity of cause and effect.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We explore the concept of radical forgiveness, a state of being where we unshackle ourselves from the need for attribution—of blame, of credit, and of attachment to stories and definitions. It’s an invitation to dwell in the freedom of is-ness, untethered by the mental constructs we use to shape and validate our experiences.
Glossarium
- Cosmic Kaleidoscope: A metaphor for the ever-changing, multi-dimensional nature of forgiveness and existence.
- Psychotropic Carnival: A phrase capturing the enticing, yet illusory, emotional ride our attributions offer us.
- Divine Whimsey: The quality of playful unpredictability inherent in the ultimate nature of things, unbound by human constructs.
“To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you.”
— Lewis B. Smedes
Shall we dance further on this fantastical floor of forgiveness and non-attachment? Your pirouettes of perspective are eagerly awaited.
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