Humility is not about tearing myself down. It’s about understanding the truth of what I am. Humility can actually raise me up.
Anytime I think I am separate from what is and then try to control or worry about or affect a separate “world” I am out of humility. When I try to influence someone, spare someone from being hurt, judge something bad or lead someone somewhere good, I am out of humility because I have slipped into a false belief that I am separate, that this separate “I” has the ability to discern absolute good from bad and that my “good way” or “bad way” could ever differ from the actual way of it.
If I get quiet, I can see that when I do these things, I am rightly working to reduce pain, but forgetting where all the pain in my world comes from:
My life is a projection of mind, a dream. If I ever think I’ve been hurt by anything other than my story it’s because I’m stuck in a nightmare. When I recognize this, I can wake myself up.
Humility is being awake to the dream. It’s understanding that there is no separation in reality.
Humility is understanding that I do not influence others because there are no “others” to influence. That there’s nowhere to lead ”others” because, as the one thing we all are, we are already “there.” There’s nowhere to go, only the opportunity to recognize that we are all already in the promised land - because we ARE the promised land. I just sometimes fall into pride and innocently believe that I’m not. If I think anyone else has anything to do with my suffering, it’s because I’m believing separation onto the world in order to process it - which makes perfect sense since separation is the only way I can experience a “world.” But when I understand the truth of what I am and what the world is, I don’t have to believe it anymore.
To be humble is to recognize that I am not separate.
That there is no division
That there is no difference between “others” and “myself,” so giving to others is the same as receiving from them. It’s all moving around in the same place.
That all of my problems are a projection of mind, originating in the innocent illusion of separation.
That the universe is complete and perfect before my story of separation.
That everything - EVERYTHING - is happening on behalf of the one thing we all are. That whenever I think otherwise, I am innocently misunderstanding what is.
That every perceived “other person” is a teacher, a guide toward the gift of this understanding.
That there’s nothing I can’t do for myself or others out of love, and at the same time, there’s nothing that ever needs to be done (that isn’t being done).