When we do what is called for situation by situation, everything falls into place around that, and we find ourselves in the process of being ourselves in the day-to-day proceedings of our life. There is a problem. We want more than being who we are in the moment-to-moment transactions one day at a time. With the lights and action of Gay Paree in our eyes we will never settle for the routine business of life on the farm. "The best is the enemy of the good," and we are off to find our place in the Big Time, or the biggest time we can arrange, with our idea of How Things Ought To Be leading the way. Except. But. Only. We have no idea of how things truly ought to be. Our idea is how we want things to be. That's how we think things ought to be. And that's the problem. We spend our life trying to hammer our life into shape, but our life has a mind of its own, and we learn too late-- if at all-- where our place is in the life we are living: Looking/Listening, Seeing/Hearing, Doing What Needs To Be Done. One Situation At A Time. The shift is equivalent to the one that took place when Obi wan Kenobi placed the helmet on Luke Skywalker and said, "Listen for the Force." That is the shift that changes everything.
Poor Donald Trump cannot take "No!" for an answer. He missed that initial induction into the Developmental Tasks. And there is no moving forward without moving back and starting over with learning to take "No!" for an answer. That is elemental. Poor Donald Trump does just what we wants to do, and nothing that he doesn't want to do. No one explained to him that we grow up against our will all along the way, and learning to do that is essential to everything that follows. That we bear the pain of "No!" uttered in 10,000 ways throughout the long course of our life. That we die again and again in the service of rising to the occasion and doing what needs to be done for the sake of the good of the situation in each situation as it arises all our life long. "Death and resurrection, Kid. Death and resurrection." No one ever said those words to Poor Donald Trump. Or, if they did, they were never heard as they needed to be heard, with full comprehension, absolute acceptance and resolute obedience in compliance with the task at hand, namely, dying to himself in service to the situation and a good greater than his own personal good. And, here we are. Awash in the refusal of Poor Donald Trump to grow up and do what needs to be done in each situation as it arises whether he wants to or not. Because nothing worth happening can happen until that does.
"Go in search of your father-- your mother-- your life!" The instructions are opaque, obtuse, muddled, contradictory. Contradiction is everywhere. Our work is making sense of the contradictions that clog our day. We do that best by saying, "That, too! That, too!" To every one. And dancing with them all. Is it our father, or our mother, or our life that we are to find? Yes, yes, and yes! And then what? "Kill your father! Kill your mother! And let your life eat your life! For breakfast, lunch and dinner!" You are kidding, right? "Of course, I'm kidding! Nothing is literal! It is all metaphorical! Metaphors are the only way to deal with the contradictions! If you take it all too seriously, you curl up and die! It's metaphor all the way down!" If you don't die, you will never live. Death and resurrection, Kid. Death and resurrection. And the Kid walks away, shaking her/his head. "Come back here, Kid! I'm not through with you! Sit down! Count all of the ways you have already died to live to this point in your life! There have been many, don't tell me there have been none! And there are many more yet to come! Embrace them all! Go in search of your father-- your mother-- your life! And do the work of finding, killing, dying, living, again and again. It's death and resurrection all the way down!"