My whole life has been a confused but committed quest to guide others towards the exit that I myself am seeking. Acting as a beacon for lost souls in the dark satanic waters of samsara has presented an ongoing challenge for me to honestly represent my own lost-ness while helping others to find their way.
If I didn’t know which way is in and which way is out, if I didn’t have some confidence about how to extricate myself from Ahrimanic enmeshment, I would never have the cojones to offer guidance or inspiration to anyone else. But if I overreach or exaggerate my position on the salvation scale (or pretend that I even know it), that’s the surest means to lose my own way, and so lead others astray.
Oh dilemma! Fortunately, the soul is there to straighten the gate and widen the way. And with or without our camels, we will all get to meet at the Eye of that Needle.
One way or another, the Big Squeeze is coming. We can either push our courage to the stinking place, and let God remold the clay of our souls into a suitable vessel. Or we can sit tight in our matricular pods, in comfortable convenience, and let Ahriman grind us into nano-particles for Lucifer’s big-motherboard.
Yes, the learning curve is steep; but surely that’s better than a spiritual flat-line?
The way to increase your competency is simple: be willing to have repeat experiences of your incompetence, and an ongoing series of confidence crises. (In case you hadn’t noticed, that’s life!) The good news is that, as the false identity slowly and inexorably faces up to its utter incapacity to navigate eternity, the soul gently moves in, and takes over the controls.