The Art of Discernment

Omg... if you came to this blog thinking I have a clue... that I could define the "art of discernment"... you are definitely barking up the wrong tree.  I was thinking about this earlier, about my odds at the track.  Wow, ten to one?!  Worse than baseball batting averages by far, at least that's for certain.

This is one of my weaknesses.  We could get a list going, but I've spent about half of my time in the past ten days burning through ego crap... so I'm not goin' back to that again.  Discernment definitely is not my cup of tea.  I'm not manifesting here; I'm just noticing.

Almost as I type this, I see the irony in it.  There are no wrong actions, no wrong paths, no wrong turns.  Everything is about learning something.  I'm learning that I'm "wrong" a lot : ), wrong in the Eternal sense, or rather wrong in the sense of "change being the only thing that is guaranteed", and following guidance doesn't necessarily lead to peace and harmony.

I feel around as if the lights are off, and although I possess all other senses, still I fall down the stairs (I couldn't perceive them with my feet or hands?).  What the heck?  It seems like things should be clearer.  It seems like fluidity should fall into place and hold for more than a few moments here and there.

I boiled it down to this... I am still playing with control issues.  I want to call the shots of the journey, Eternal or earthbound.  That doesn't fly with the former.  And so the course is more like the raging rapids than slow and peaceful meanderings.  I go where I think I am led, and it just leads to further human peril.  Crazy.

If you spin me in the forest, then ask me to point north, my senses can be fully certain that north is one direction, and I know from experience that my internal compass is 180 degrees off... so I am intelligent enough to tell ya that north is the opposite direction of my bearings.  Perhaps that is how discernment will be in the end.  Maybe I'm 180 off.  Sigh.  I suppose only time will tell.