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If thou be willing, remove this cup from me; nevertheless not my will, but thine be done.

If you like this video, please like and subscribe and consider donating to NKosi. https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/Nkosi... Obstacles in life are often framed as challenges or riddles that must be worked through, as if something has gone wrong and now requires correction. They seem to arise suddenly and pull attention toward themselves, demanding effort, meaning, or resolution. Yet there are already not two. What appears as obstacles can be seen more like clouds moving through the sky. Dark clouds, storms, thunder, rain. None of this disturbs the sky itself. The sky does not react. It remains exactly as it is while everything appears and disappears within it. It does not mind what happens. That is what you really are. What you are does not suffer. It is never affected. Suffering appears only when attention fixes on stories and identifies with them, when there seems to be someone who has a problem and must be freed by fixing it. But in the middle of that, what you are as a whole is untouched. Only the idea of yourself, the identity built from memory and narrative, seems to suffer. When there is identification with the story—“I was born, I am this person, I go to work, this happened to me”—then there appear to be problems and someone who owns them. Without that identification, it becomes clear that nothing truly affects you. No matter how severe the story appears, it never touches what you are. What you are is vast. It is not small or local. It watches appearances arise and disappear within it and remains unmoved. Movement happens. Walking, speaking, reacting happen. But they are stories, appearances within vastness, not the essence of what you are. Ignoring a puzzle does not make it go away, but trying to solve the puzzle of spirit does not solve life either. The story continues regardless. Attempts to stop it often make it louder. Resistance amplifies the noise. This echoes religious language about cups that cannot be taken away or wars that must be fought. What must happen will happen. The story goes on. But what you are is not inside the story. It is what the story appears within. This does not remove responsibility from the story. Action still happens. Reaction still happens. Words are spoken. Silence follows. But no one owns any of it. There is no separate doer behind what occurs. You do not have to do anything to keep life moving. It moves by itself. Reactions arise. Anger arises. Love arises. None of it belongs to anyone. It comes and goes. Past and future are like clouds. They appear and disappear. The sky remains unchanged. It does not prefer one cloud to another. It does not reject storms. It simply remains. Life can feel designed to pull you in, to tighten its grip when you try to step back. But can space itself be grabbed? Can it be touched, damaged, or destroyed? No. Everything passes through it without leaving a mark. When your true position is recognized, it becomes obvious that nothing really affects you. You cannot be touched or destroyed because you are not a body or a story. You are the vastness in which bodies and stories appear. Problems exist as memory or imagination. They cannot be found here and now. This does not mean suppressing them. It means seeing that there is no one there to own them. Reactions may still arise, but they are just reactions. They pass. The story continues. Work continues. Conflict continues. Breakfast gets made. Life functions. But it happens without a doer. Forgiveness, in this light, is not a moral command. It arises naturally when separation is not believed. When everything is recognized as yourself, there is no one to hold a grudge against. The story goes on its way, exactly as it must. Nothing real is ever harmed.