It’s so easy to get sucked into the insanity, but ask yourself, who or what gets sucked? That part of you who believes you’re right and that what’s happening is wrong gets sucked into the void of crazy town, not the present moment awareness in which that sucking sound appears, but the idea, the concept, the thought, the belief that something should be other than it is. That sucks. It’s the sucker, the suckee, and the sucked, none of which have any reality other than what thoughts (identity and it’s story) we assign to them.

That is really all ‘we’ are (I include ‘me’ in that ‘we’), that which can be sucked into the good fight. The actuality of ‘youness’ is an idea, a pretty cool one, a precious diversion, a fun mean joyful heartbreaking playground of experiencing, the impermanent arm of eternality, that which has no beginning or end.

The ‘me’ and the ‘you’ are made of resistance, resistance to what is, not surrender, not thy will not my will, not loving unconditionally, not even yes, this is what it is and it’s pretty damn obvious that I can’t change what already is.

That’s it, buckaroo and since resistance is an autopilot sort of thing, it has to play out until it winds down, winds all the way down, until the moment of insight arrives and knocks the ‘me’ and the ‘you’ out of the game once and for all.

So when you hear that sucking sound smile. So what if you’re sucked in. Sucking happens. It’s educational. This world simply sucks. There is no way for it to be all good. It’s not. It won’t be. That’s the stuff of fairy tales and heaven’s gates.

If you can, be kind while you’re tugged into the fight, raring to go, ready for a rumble. Everything we do comes back to us and unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, these identities are always primed to respond, and are oh so suckable. That’s what identity is. It’s pretty obvious if you’re willing to look.

Sucking will happen until it doesn’t, until you see the futility of blame, the sheer insanity of thinking you can or should be able to control what happens. That’s what the sucking is all about. It’s not punishment. It’s life showing you the futility, how it doesn’t have to be so damn hard.