Hack Schmack
Achy Breaky Update: I wasn’t prepared for the amount of Country Music fans out there, and the email response to my last two posts. I want to thank the many of you who have written with your kind concern about:
1. My achy breaky heart
2. Theories on why this happened
3. That Jesus still loves me
4. That miracles don’t have anything to do with what happens in the world
I don’t really have a tear in my beer. My tongue was planted firmly in cheekiness. I want to reassure everyone my heart is neither achy nor breaky — I am at peace with the state of the blog, and its possible demise. I am at peace with it, but I will continue to do everything I can to get it back up and functioning. Why? Because it will save the world, and I desperately need to get the message of ACIM out to the unknowing masses. Just testing! No, because it is an expression of love for me, and I like the color blue. That’s all. OK, and how the monkish dash of red sets off the blues. But that’s it.
If the website is un-resurrectable, I am happy to find other vehicles of expression, and I have a closet full of blue shirts, so I am confident I will make it.
As for why the heck this hack happened: Within that question there is an inherent judgment. One that says being hacked is “bad”. This is nothing. This is just something that happens (see: Magnolia). That’s all. The instant it happened it became neutral, and the only meaningful question became, “Shall I look at this with the Holy Spirit or the ego?”
Amongst the speculation, my website being hacked is a sign of:
1. My resistance to the Course and Love (14)
2. The world is not ready for A Course in Miracles (13)
3. My bravely choosing a tough script so I could get to Heaven quicker (10)
4. I am a powerful being, and “the Evil One” is out to stop my advance (9)
5. My right mind choosing to offer all my readers a forgiveness lesson (7)
6. The Apocalypse (1*)
* Me. I just made it up. I like the drama, and it makes me feel important.
I’ll leave this one to “the Doctor”: I once was pontificating to Ken about why a certain thought kept knocking ’round my noggin’. His unforgettable response? “How the hell would YOU know?!”
It changed my life. I mean, my mind. My mind.
Really. How would I know? I think I’m here. That I’m a body, not a Spirit. My colossal wrongosity about that sort of negates my ever thinking I could understand anything, right? Well, if it doesn’t, it should.
So why speculate? Unless it’s idle dinner-chatter to drown out the sound of the person next to you slurping their milkshake, it’s ego. The ego loves to play in the mud. And make a big deal about the things it finds in the mud. And the ’spiritual’ connections and ‘brilliant’ deductions it comes up with regarding the things it finds in the mud. It’s mud! As my English friend, Anne, once said, “We will never find the crown jewels in the mud.”
When we agonize, analyze, spiritualize, intellectualize, or rationalize, we’re seeking for the crown jewels in the mud. And if we’re seeking for them where they can’t be found, it’s because we don’t want to find them. I mean, they’re sparkly enough that we can’t miss them unless we close our eyes and grope for meaning in the world. There is no meaning here. The only meaning in a meaningless world is if we use it to point us back to where true meaning exists. So with this in mind, hack schmack.
Who hacked my decision maker is always the question.
And since I am my decision maker, the answer to that question is simple because it’s always the same. Me.
