"Do you prefer that you be right or happy?" (T-29.VII.1:9)
Talk about a cold bucket of water over the head of a steaming mad ego. Ever
notice your need to be right? How it's an affliction of just about everyone you
know? Ever wonder where it comes from?
Its beginnings can be traced straight back to the very origins of this illusory
When the idea of separation was first considered, we sided with the ego. Talk
about a gamble you'd want to be right about! We thought an individual identity
might make us happier than Heaven. After all, we could experience 'special love'
instead of that plain old 'equal love for everybody' notion God was busy
imparting in his infinite way.
We could carve out our own identity. No more of this, 'Hey, you're as wonderful
as the next guy' routine for us! We could have a body which we could then
decorate with more muscles, shinier teeth, a more impressive residence, faster
cars. No one could mistake us for anything less than 'better than everyone
else'. And with that, special love would surely be ours!
We could do some creating of our own. Forget all about that ethereal spirit 'be
everywhere all at once' junk! I'm thinking some green, like maybe in trees and
plants, and some blue, maybe in a sweeping ocean vista, and browns, yeah browns,
in some imposing mountains. Oh, almost forgot the delicate white of clouds
amongst the peaks. Dab that in there. Don't forget the silvery glitter of
diamonds, the purr of velvet, the aroma of home baked bread. Yeah, we could do
better than God - we just knew we could!
We were wrong.
As wrong as wrong as wrong can be.
And now? Well, ever notice when someone is wrong about something, when they're
feeling insecure, that their response will be doubly ferocious to protect
against being exposed?
Imagine how badly we must want to be right to protect against how all-encompassingly
wrong we've been. It doesn't get any bigger than this. It doesn't get any more
wrong than this.
Being wrong about this means wrong about everything. Us. The world.
If we are wrong about us, then that means... uh-oh, I can see where this is
going: No more us! And if we were wrong about God it means our selfish
aspirations split apart the oneness of Heaven. Torn it asunder. The perfect,
beautiful, eternal beauty of Love. Holy Toledo! That would bring a mother lode
of guilt and fear of reprisal. Talk about walking back through the Pearly Gates
with your tail between your legs.
Oh, how wrong we were!
Oh, how guilty we feel! It's almost unbearable to look at. In fact, it is. And
so we don't.
Instead, we hide behind being right about all the little things, in unconscious
recognition, - and protection - against being wrong about God.
And, brother!, does our guilt make us ferocious when someone tries to make us
totally wrong about anything at all.
Luckily, it never happened. It was a wish unfulfilled. We only imagined it. Sure
it feels real. That's why we respond the way we do, because it feels so real.
But it isn't.
Until we realize this, with the help of our (ulp!) right mind, we will
stubbornly insist we're right about just about everything.
Maybe we could look a little deeper. Ok, a lot deeper. Maybe we could forgive
ourselves for being wrong. Maybe, if we did just this one thing, maybe it would
After all, this is the one thing we want to be wrong about.
Luckily, I'm right about that.