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LL, let me give you a tiny bit of background for my comment before I give my opinion on the "futility of ego's ranting."

I've been ill for a few days. Doctors aren't saying, but I suspect I'm having a delayed reaction to a transfusion; nothing serious, but a pain in the butt nonetheless. My youngest son is once again acting as chauffeur, and now he's acting as maid too because our maid decided to do the yearly "disappear a few days and then ask for a raise" trick, which is always senseless because this is the time of year we always increase her salary.

Anyway, I digress...the ramblings of a little too much on my plate.

Along with all of this, hubby and sons have all hit "bad luck" patches in the road. Money, health, relationships and musings on what life dishes out are all concerns.

Last night, I went to see my sister-in-law, a nurse, to get a shot. I hadn't been to her house in a long time. She had written all over the walls of her kitchen, which I thought looked nice. (lots of artists in our family) When I asked what that was about, she said that it was a punishment that she was complying, self-imposed. Everytime she tries to justify her conduct, therefore not accepting full responsibility for same, and everytime she says that something is hers, she has to write on the wall and explain why her attitudes are inappropriate.

I'd welcome thoughts on that as well. But, on with the response.

I got to thinking about all of this, how all of this is connected and went into a healing session last night, bringing light to each one of us here at home and to some others that I've been asked to help. At one point, my mind just went to asking for help, patience for my husband, good health for my sons, common sense for another, etc. In other words, I was judging their ills and assigning what I thought they needed.

I stopped what I was doing and thought about it, knowing full well that whatever is happening in our lives is what needs to be happening in our development. My sister-in-law needs to exorcise her demons, or what her family views as her demons. My brother needs to figure out that living high on the hog may not be all it's cracked up to be. I need to be ill and get my house and life in order...and whatever life provides us with these days is for this and more. It's for our big future, for what waits for us much further down this road of spiritual growth.

I started my meditation over again, in a more centered frame of mind and did healing exercises for all, bringing light to those around.

Now, for the question about seeing the futility of ego's ranting. And, I'd like to state that I'm not answering in terms of Jobo or anyone else who's being or has been challenged here and/or at the forum. My response is in light of the experience I wrote of.

Ego manifests itself in many forms. These forms can be irritating to some and can be irritating even to one's self. These forms can be pleasant to some and may seem appropriate to one's self. When we are, we are showing who the "I" is.

In the case of those who tend to irritate us, I join Julie in wondering if the cause of irritation lies more with one than with the other. We are all on a road and I tend to think of this road that leads to ONE place as a one filled with cul-de-sacs, dead ends, forks, crossings, going uphill and going downhill. Life is our challenge, everyone's challenge and life is the road to enlightenment, is it not?

I think that there are some who look at others and know that the road they are taking is more difficult than our own may be and something inside us wants to help, in the best of cases. Sometimes, more often than not, something inside of us wants to choke or kick or shout at the other, but again that's where WE are. Anyway, once again, I digress.

When we want to help, we think of words / examples to assist that person, and if we act from a place of acceptance to start out with, we actually may be of help...not necessarily in changing someone's ways but in just BEING there for him. I think that in a sense, arriving HOME is just a matter of living long enough; if not this time, maybe next time around. Life is learning from one's own experiences, as my kids often remind me.