We’ve a need to blame and a desire for revenge when we’re hurt.   I see this in myself and I see how easily I repeat family patterns which cause me to try to get from others what they are incapable of giving me due to their emotional imprinting.  Childhood lasts a lifetime.  

We’ve needy little selves who create drama whenever someone mirrors some past memory that we never quite got around to integrating.  I’ve a rather predictable story and I’m usually cast in the starring role of Martyr.  

I’m finally finding my way to peace and it’s through the simple (albeit occasionally annoying) act of not judging the damn thing.  Loving the Martyr, forgiving the Martyr, not trying to change, fix, advise, save or understand the Martyr.  Love. When I do it, I feel a pop inside of me.

But then I run into a glitch.  It’s you.  You hurt me.  You let me down. You were arrogant and righteous. You didn’t cop to your part in this drama which in my Martyr playbook looks something like a lack of support.

So, I try something I learned when I used to say my prayers at night.  I can’t seem to get there on my own.   I ask for help in forgiving you and forgiving myself.   And, wonder of wonders, it works.  I’m humbled.  It cuts through my righteousness, my arrogance and my need for you ‘fess up. In his book, The Presence Process, Michael Brown writes that

“Prayer is a tool for neutralizing arrogance and gaining an awareness of peace….forgiveness can’t be forced nor accomplished mechanically because it’s ‘the right thing to do.’ So, this is why we humbly get down on our knees and ask whatever we understand our source to be an assist in this matter…by asking for assistance in this matter, we dismantle the fortress of arrogance and neutralize the venom of anger.”

By god, he’s right.