Part 1
Most of us live an accidental life... where our actual condition is constantly covered up by the convenience of being able to regret whatever we look back on as the source of our pain. But let’s be clear. Our list of painful regrets is not due to a cruel world, bad timing, or unfortunate events that got the better of us; no, the fault lies elsewhere, much closer to home: not only are we blind to the legion of unconscious parts at large in the dark of us, but we are yet to see the other half of this same truth: these same parts never stop working to ensure that we never stop wrestling with the regrets they keep resurrecting within us. To what end, this painful plot?
That we never become conscious of the relationship between a life we regret, and our identification with a lower level of consciousness that ensures its continuation.
Part 2
It’s impossible to regret any unwanted moment in our past, let alone repeatedly incarnate its pain, without having agreed -- in one way or another -- to revisit the same sense of self whose experience we claim to regret, and yet we continue to relive.
Part 3
If regret is the act of a divided nature that keeps itself in place by regretting itself, then remorse is pain that nullifies this false sense of self. And that is why remorse is so rare -- and why it is so holy. It is written: “Blessed are the poor in spirit, those who mourn for the sake of righteousness…”
