{🔸ซึ่งผมอาจนำคำแปลบางส่วน ของคุณซิม จากเพจ Books for Life มาใช้ด้วยครับ ก็ขอขอบคุณมา ณ ที่นี้ที่ทำให้งานแปลมันสมบูรณ์ขึ้นครับ 🙏 นี่เป็นงานแปลที่ผมตั้งใจแปลมาก ๆ หากมีข้อผิดพลาดประการใดก็ขออภัยมา ณ ทีนี้ด้วยครับ🔸}
Q : I don’t understand. I’m just a simple human being here, not a Buddha, not a Christ, not a Lao Tzu or a Mother Mary, a Confucius or a Catherine of Genoa. Not, to place it more contemporarily, a Paramahansa Yogananda or a Mother Meera.
I know that at our basis, at our foundation, we are all the same—that I am “cut out of the same cloth” as all of those wonderful others—but I am not demonstrating qualities in my life that evidence this.
A : Actually, you are. But we’ll get to that in a minute. Right now, it is perfect that you are not experiencing yourself as doing that. Do you see this? You do see this, don’t you?
Q : I sometimes have a hard time with even that nice and apparently spiritually accurate idea. I sometimes think that telling myself that it is “perfect” that my progress is so slow in acting like I am awakened to the fact that I am awake is just giving myself a pass; it’s a way of excusing my past and forgiving my present-moment failures.
A : First of all, there is nothing to forgive—any more than you “forgive” a ten-year-old for not getting her multiplication tables right, or a four-year-old for knocking over the milk at his birthday party. You don’t need to “forgive,” because you understand perfectly how such a thing could happen.