I never know when it’s time to revisit the three sieves. Someone says something to me, and they appear. I get told something that may be true, but it sure doesn’t feel kind or necessary. It’s gossip, that’s what it is, and gossip is never kind.
The other day I was told something that definitely wasn’t kind or necessary for me to know, but now that I know it, I can’t erase it from my mind. Perhaps I can release it’s negative energy and power, and be attentive, to the possibility that I am capable of such gossip.