Responsibility

This is one of those paradoxes of life. I have absolutely no responsibility for anything that I ever do or say because I am not separate from what I do or say. Whatever happens happens as an expression of Life itself as itself. Every action is perfect and there is no right or wrong in anything. It is simply the way it is. This doesn't mean that actions don't sometimes happen from fear-based protection mechanisms that still play out for the human-animal-things that live. But even those actions are still perfect and have their place in the endless unraveling of myself as Life itself. Thought really doesn't know how Life works and what should or shouldn't happen. And in fact because I am Life itself, I have absolute responsibility for everything that happens. I do it all. I just don't do it from what I think, I do it as Life itself. I don't do things from an idea of what is right or wrong or morals and ethics. Instead I trust that Life (me) expresses itself perfectly even when thought may think otherwise. It may not always look or feel like I (or others) think it should, but so often it perfectly hits home in ways that thought could never have dreamt of. Of course this recognition of no responsibility could be hijacked by thought and could become a classic "advaitic shuffle" or nondual excuse to do anything or squirm out of feeling something or seeing where there may be a hiding in an old identity. This is also Life expressing itself perfectly, but eventually if there is a passion for truth, this too will be revealed for what it really is. It seems that the only real responsibility I have is to myself, to courageous honesty and clarity. I am Life itself revealing myself to myself. I love myself utterly, and therefore my responsibility is only to myself.