Blame does NOT work. Any solution based in blame only postpones the moment when we'll blame again. There is nothing to blame for how we feel; there's only what we’ve yet to realize about our present level of consciousness. Seeing this (as true) places responsibility for our experience where it belongs: within us.
The only power any illusion has over us is our unconscious belief in it...which makes our task clear: we must work (within ourselves) to uncover those parts of our present nature that want us to see what is false as being true. And this we can do by remembering, moment to moment, to place our need for the light of higher awareness before our desire to blindly pursue, or cling to, what seems li...
Until we are fully present -- awake and attending to each moment as it enters our consciousness -- we dwell somewhere outside of what is being ceaselessly revealed. This means that to whatever extent we are absent from what is real, neither can our response (to it) be real...
Have you ever heard within you, not necessarily in words, something to the effect of "Oh no, not this again!"? Perhaps we're looking at the latest flame of our heart and we see a fire in his or her eyes, but it's not because they are looking at us. In that moment we no longer see the moment unfold as it is, but rather we stand there transfixed -- experiencing the moment as we are; and we are not really present!
The infinite possibilities of all that has been done for us, in the Worlds above us, is being held for us -- within us -- in this, and in every moment; to claim this Divine inheritance -- to realize our fulfillment in its timeless Goodness -- requires a single act of obedience on our part: the interior work of being fully present to what we already are.
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Untouched, uncorrupted by what once was, and yet unfolding from it -- as does a new blossom from its bud -- comes forth the ever-present moment. But (such) newness holds no familiar pleasure for a mind locked in time: where its struggle to be free unfolds in self-spun captivity, an unwitting but willing captive of a prison whose bars are the past carried forward.