Naturally, We don’t want to emphasize difficulties. Naturally, We want Our attention to be on all the Goodness the world offers, and that you offer to the world, and that I offer to you.
My beloveds, you are indeed aware that the past is something to let go of, the blessed past and the disagreeable past, both. To hold on to the past means a longing that you cannot fulfill. The past is over, and now you want to be done with it and roam in new pastures. The past cannot come back to you.
Of course, it is easy to say: “Let go of the past.” Yet it is not so easy to do.
There are times you would give anything to have the past back. Perhaps you would give a lot for Christmas or Thanksgiving at your childhood home in years long past.
There are times you would love to never think of again that were unhappy for you. One time could have been Christmas when you were left out. There could have been a Thanksgiving Day when you were hungry.
Recalling the good times and the bad times equally remind you of a sense of loss. A sense of loss is a sense of loss. When you relive the loss now, you make it present, and so your sense of loss makes you a victim. You relive and carry on a tradition of victimhood. No matter how sweet you may find parts of the past or how bitter, you set yourself aside as a victim. It is poor you who has such beautiful memories now and it is also poor you who had painful experiences back then and somehow now have held on to, perhaps as a badge you wear, perhaps a button that says: “Poor me. Woe is me.”
Once upon a time, you were young and beautiful and surrounded by loved ones, only you didn’t know then how loved you were and how perfect the setting you were in was. Once you were downtrodden, and you cried a lot, and mercy did not come soon enough to remedy the role you found yourself cast in.
Is there a difference now when thoughts of the past linger and make you sad? How many times do you have to relive the past before you can be simply where you are now?
How many times must you star in the recalled past? How many times must you relive the kisses and the lashes of the past? They are all the same now. Beautiful past is painful. Unhappy past continues its pain. You were helpless then. You are helpless now. Perhaps what happened should never have happened, yet you continue to hammer in again and again the nails of the past that you wish had not been. Yes, you recall them to you dearly. And you find you still seem to be unable to stick up for yourself now in your reverie.
Oh, to be done with the past. Oh, to sail a new ship around the pale of the past. Oh, to throw off the shackles of the past. Oh, to weave a present without the weight of the past and without worry of the future. You play back an old record, and you fast forward to the future, and so you skip past the present and cry over the past the way it had been or cry over the past because it will not come again. The present is not lived while the past is lived again and again, and the future feared even as I tell you again that there is no past and there is no future.
Make it your turn to enjoy this precious moment that is here right now. When is it your turn? When will you pull up the shades in your mind and let the sun come in to brighten the world for the sake of all?