Of Pea Soup and Spinning Heads

I’m thinking it’s time for this one again… 🙂

(Reworked from a post originally published in 2014.)
I’ve never seen The Exorcist, but I have seen that scene with the pea soup and the spinning head – and lately I’ve seemed to encounter a lot of what I would put in the “pea soup and spinning head” category. There have been times, recently, when personalities have seemed to spin themselves out of alignment with the individuals they really are, spewing out all kinds of hell – anger, frustration, jealousy, fear, revenge, hatred, finger-pointing. And I’m embarrassed to say that on at least a couple occasions recently I myself was the spewer – feeling really angry and hurt about someone I felt had treated me unfairly.

It none of it felt good.

But then I came across yet another spewing-spinner on a discussion board, and found myself just stepping back and kind of observing in interested fascination as the pea soup flew and the vitriol sprayed. The pea soup and vitriol had been intended for me, but they were so over-the-top and spewed so high in the air that it simply erupted above the spewer’s head and ended up landing back on her. It didn’t touch me at all. And, standing there on the outside of the mess, it became really clear to me that the spinning-spewing personality was not at all the real individuality of my fellow poster. It was obvious that what I had just witnessed was nothing but a spinning-spewing counterfeit of the real man and woman, made in God’s likeness – made in the likeness of Love.  And it also became clear to me that I had no desire or need to spend my time engaged in conversation with a counterfeit. I was able to step back and move on and find other interesting dialogues that better served me.  I didn’t give the counterfeit the power to push me OUT of a space where I belonged, and nor did I give the counterfeit the power to pull me INTO a space where I didn’t belong. I didn’t have to react or respond to the counterfeit at all.

This encounter with the counterfeit poster helped me come to terms with my feelings of anger and wish for vengeance towards the personality who had treated me so poorly in the past. I had to recognize that the real man is the child of God – that God loves him no less than he loves me – and that God is instructing him, and leading him down his own path in life, with its own lessons waiting for him. And none of that is any of my business.

My business is keeping watch on my own thoughts and actions. Mary Baker Eddy writes, “Christian Science commands man to master the propensities, – to hold hatred in abeyance with kindness, to conquer lust with chastity, revenge with charity, and to overcome deceit with honesty. Choke these errors in their early stages, if you would not cherish an army of conspirators against health, happiness, and success.”

As Paul says, we all must work out our “own salvation.”  It’s rewarding work. It’s satisfying work. And it’s also enough work to fill my moments and my days for eternity. Who has time to worry about working out someone ELSE’s flaws and foibles, when I have enough of my own to worry about?

2 thoughts on “Of Pea Soup and Spinning Heads

  1. I’m glad to see you are handling this properly. Perhaps a tip from an old unix computer grey-beard where the 1970’s/80’s online presence in forums were conducted solely by green-screen text … 🙂

    Only two simple rules in the dialup-phone nets of the amateur unix / Fidonet system were only two:

    1) Don’t be annoying
    2) Don’t be easily annoyed.

    Breaking either rule used to get you kicked off especially if rule-2 breakers were worse than those who broke rule-1 occasionally. It worked. Then again, it could take a week or so for messages to traverse the system, so one chose their words carefully or had time to cool off. But content didn’t involve media-clicks of drama driving traffic.

    Just sayin – what I wrote in the 70’s is not who I am today. Cut the cord if necessary.

    • Reminds me a bit of history – where the Friday meetings where one was supposed to discuss the lessons of the lesson at the end of a week of living, where questions such as “What made the baby cry?” could be discussed intelligently.

      From what I know, this became somewhat unproductive for a variety of reasons, (although perhaps without a lot of modern vitriol), and it got changed to testimonies only. And that got moved to Wednesday night.

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