The Thought I Woke Up With #38


I don’t do regrets. For two reasons, firstly it’s a waste of time. Secondly, and of infinitely greater importance, regretting something is akin to having a ball and chain holding you bogged in ego.

That said, regretful incidents, and everyone has them; in that there are no exceptions, are to be used to free oneself from ego.

Regretful incidents are part and parcel of what is referred to as Undoing. Another way to look on Undoing is as Healing, medicine for the split mind. And as is the case with some medicines Undoing/Healing is at times not pleasant.

Regretful incidents are mistakes. No matter how awful they may seem, how repulsive or even evil, they are but mistakes. That is to be embraced with all of one’s heart because a mistake is something to be corrected.

Moreover, a regretful incident cannot be left uncorrected or simply forgotten about. That too is not a bad thing. It is a beautiful thing. It means every regretful incident corrected is a step closer to the reunification of the soul.

I will give you a personal example of a regretful incident. This happened many years ago, when I was a teenager in fact. I was at a railway station, waiting for a train. Standing near by was a young man, maybe seventeen or eighteen. I noticed his leg was shaking. Then he went to step, the leg collapsed under him and he fell. I laughed. It looked funny.

When the guy got up he walked over to me, looked me in the eye and very calmly said, I noticed you were laughing at me when I fell. The reason I fell was is because I’ve got … unfortunately I can’t for the life of me remember the condition he told me he had.

Suffice it to say I felt like diving into that stuff pigs wallow in. The fellow said nothing more. He didn’t have to. He turned around and limped off.

I still remember the incident and am happy to say he taught me a valuable life lesson. I don’t laugh at people, unless they’re doing stand-up.

The man with the shakes taught me an invaluable lesson. Had I however continued on my merry ignorant way and not undone the propensity to laugh at those with issues, I would still be stuck with that particular spiritual ball and chain.

I realise that on the surface, this particular regretful incident of mine may seem light compared to yours, dear reader but remember this, and remember it well:

There is no order of difficulty in miracles. One is not ‘harder’ or ‘bigger’ than another. They are all the same. All expressions of love are maximal.

From– A Course In Miracles

Until tomorrow,



The Thought I Woke Up With #38

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