dave_a_mbs
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Kyo said, "What you choose to believe, or see, becomes your reality. And so you work with such, accordingly." and then Alycia mentioned that her efforts to rescue a man who was shot turned her into the shooter in his eyes. I see these as equivalent, a proposition and demonstration.
Were I with my great-grandson and folding him, if he piddled on me, everybody would laugh. If my eldest (in his 40's) were to piddle on me the entire world would be outraged. But, aside from the amount of dampness due to bladder capacity, it's the same thing. Why then is there a difference? The difference is not external, but arises from within, our take of the situation.
If I believe in demons, and I've had a few nights as a hippie that strange and exotic things fluttered about my bed, then I can find them. If I believe only in angels, then I've redefined their roles and I reinterpret what they're doing. At the same time these beings, at least the ones with the ability to choose, view me in the same light. "Lookout - this is the guy who wants to evict you and send you into the Light to get burned up." But, when I get a few of heir old friends who are already in the Light to explain that where they are is better, they change their attitude.
When I'm illegally parked, a tow truck spells doom, but when I'm stranded on a back road, it spells salvation. Or how about the poor caterpillar - The caterpillar goes forward to spin a coccoon, and thus meets the End Of The World, which is what the butterfly calls Rebirth.
So, as a beginning, attitude is part of the question, and also part of the answer.
But that doesn't make it simple. If we are all God, as deep meditation will promptly prove to you, then there's something else happening. A brand new and totally naive soul will enter the world and retain the selfishness of babyhood into later life. Then it "makes sense" to rob, cheat, steal and make war on small nations, because this is how a selfish soul sees things. It's part of the natural logic, and it is inevitable. A slightly older soul will then examine the situation and be extremely penitent. "God, please forgive me, I didn't know better." ("Father fogive them, for they know not what they do.") Thus, a terrible blunder becomes a learning experience, and we do what we can to make epairs.
Of course there's a lot of weeping and gnashing of teeth, and we typically generate a wonderful soap opera about the whole thing. Lots of people have trouble letting go of the soap opera.
I suggest that as a second factor, there is the inevitability of making mistakes, and of being forgiven, and of changing from selfish to altruistic.
In the perpetual soap opera, through which "I myself", the ultimate authority on everything that I know, examine and comment on "somebody", obviously a not-me, and thus alien being, I can set myself apart from that "somebody". Except that this is an imposed definition created by me. When I clap my hands, the left is clearly different from the right (until I look at the fact that both are hooked onto my shoulders, and are thus one, and one with the rest of me as well.)
So I suggest a third element, the soap opera, as opposed to deeper insight through which all opposiotes are resolved (also called sarvastarka samadhi). Gathering all these terms together, I honestly think that the "demon" question boils down to perspective. If you act like a demon, great! You can be a demon. Or an angel. Or whatever. However, that is a local fact, not an ultimate truth. This was once called the Fallacy of Misplaced Concreteness".
Thus, Kyo, I agree with you, yet I disagree, because I think the ultimate factor in this question is mistaking the locally convenient and relatively valid for the ultimately true.
Alycia was able to shrug off the label of shooter by going to a higher level of awareness. But, when we mix levels of awareness, we get some very strange results that can never be resolved any more than alligators and liverwurst - which yield a croc of baloney.
dave
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