Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Falling in the Same Old Holes

Beware of endlessly talking about anything which seems painful, entering it daily, storing it carefully away before sleep. Renewing it on arising. Having no one to talk to (not with) is sometimes a saving grace. It is necessary when indulging a constant need to display circular thinking. Captive audiences, even collusion from well-meaning friends -- or enemies who secretly relish and encourage the pain and agony they get to witness.
But . . . this is going to require courage, not destructiveness.  Because that's tenuous . . . drastic, going to an edge to excise, purge. I think some methods are more blatant than others, but they are possible to see, sans self-delusion.  Curling around life like a deadly chem-fog or mosquito repellant spray in the evening, spewing poison from a truck, foiling one problem by creating others.
Just move on. Give equal press to studying the horizon. Concentrate less on avoiding holes than on finding another reality.  Really.  Truly.  There will be a last go-around that finally does it. Not regarding usual shenanigans, of course, always front and center at the outset -- at the end, finally subjective. Breaking free.  Of ourselves.

Do not believe yourself if there is unpleasantness present.  This is the most important sentence I've ever written.  Or thought. It could be the most important group of words EVER written.

Soul Response


Response from the soul. Clear whisper of intuitive direction ... accessed only with acceptance, with faith. Believe guidance which comes from sources outside the mind.

Practice going within. Quiet meditation, peace. Flow begins there. Soon, enigmas disappear. All is clarity, no contrived chaos.  Tumult cannot exist, life ebbs and rolls with waves of compassion.

It is the compass -- accurate, dependable. Recognizable with instant connection. Know its presence, honor its power. 

Musing

Today on relationships ... of all types. What really is the secret behind a match made in heaven, a perfect union, any two people who can be happy with each other, sans combativeness, contentiousness, jealousy, envy, awry emotions? What is it?

Observance is spotty, sketchy. We see this, we think that. We believe our perceptions are accurate, we find out at some random point they weren't. Are we wearing blinders? Do we simply blot out everything except our own scripts? And have we been making these up as we go?

I AM LEFT WITH ONE IDEA.  Fantasy. We must find those who share our personal fantasies, since nothing we see or create around us is truly real. We cannot enter any fantasy which does not match our own ... on pain of treachery, or attack, or some sort of disaster, or any combo of those three.

So how does this look? Can we ask a person we meet if our fantasies work? Ha. Of course not, because unless personal agendas blend well, there is playacting from the outset. It seems more prudent (sensible) to spend our time sharpening our own skills, making sure we can be alone and still meet our chosen responsibilities. Then we are not suddenly blown off course by another's defection from the initial bargain. Or even if so, we can move on without shattering entire lives in the process. Beginning with our own, of course. Those connections, forged so strongly as we go along, can be removed (disconnected) easily, with minimal destructive action.

Why do we make these tight, inflexible unions which, when they are no longer workable, must then be the end of someone's world also? With victims and villains, shame/blame, remorse, guilt, accompanied by deadly drama? Gad.

We are rigid creatures, indeed. We may also be obtuse, mislead, densely constructed neurologically, and/or largely unconscious.

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Create a Life

Decide what creates the happiest feelings within your heart. What is it that makes the heart quicken, the mind spark, motivation appear?

Do that. Find as many paths toward this life as possible ... trod each one determinedly until reaching the goal. Let nothing distract, deflect.

Listen only to your own heart. Accept no substitutes, learn as much about your own needs and desires as possible. Take yourself there.

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Rhythms II

Life rhythms. Adding strains of music some cannot hear. Frogs, crickets, wind. Undercurrents of energy, ebbing, flowing. Fountains, creeks. Rhythmic renderings, background melodies . . . rise and fall of life support which we cannot acknowledge, for we do not experience it fully. Senses dulled by choice, those of taste and sight geared to technology, instant pleasure. Silence. Preferable.

Consider barely discernible solutions -- to angst, stress, unhappiness.  Think of rhythm . . . rhythm of life, refrains we cannot 'hear' with an auditory sense; melodies which flow easily around and through daily routines, among which so many merely exist, crying 'responsibility' to the bitter end.
 
These little songs are often hastily, unwittingly composed.  Dashing a few bars off, throwing them out there to waft along randomly, along with frantically structured, tightly wound requirements.
This beat is not going to pound great, exciting bass lines in the ear.  It will, however, disrupt, explode, and derail smooth living patterns regularly, over and over.  Or it will settle in and around all others, loved ones, friends, co-workers, pets, those valued allies from whom we need acceptance and unconditional love.  This soothing piece of music can create peace and serenity, acceptance, love and silence.  All souls thrive in the midst of safe repose.
 
A bit similar to the Pied Piper in its long-term demands, after prolonged periods of disharmony, this little song can and will change its tune.  Suddenly, it may appear to become incompatibility (dreaded, tedious condition), domestic violence, verbal abuse, or infidelity.  Even at this breakdown stage, when recognized and acknowledged, it will also respond to composition edits, even to a symphony of sounds, so long as all instruments are reading the same music.
 
We just cannot really hear it.

Rhythms

Consider barely discernible solutions -- to angst, stress, unhappiness.  Think of rhythm . . . rhythm of life, refrains we cannot 'hear' with an auditory sense; melodies which flow easily around and through daily routines, among which so many merely exist, crying 'responsibility' to the bitter end.
These little songs are often hastily, unwittingly composed.  Dashing a few bars off, throwing them out there to waft along randomly, along with frantically structured, tightly wound requirements.
This beat is not going to pound great, exciting bass lines in the ear.  It will, however, disrupt, explode, and derail smooth living patterns regularly, over and over.  Or it will settle in and around all others, loved ones, friends, co-workers, pets, those valued allies from whom we need acceptance and unconditional love.  This soothing piece of music can create peace and serenity, acceptance, love and silence.  All souls thrive in the midst of safe repose.
A bit similar to the Pied Piper in its long-term demands, after prolonged periods of disharmony, this little song can and will change its tune.  Suddenly, it may appear to become incompatibility (dreaded, tedious condition), domestic violence, verbal abuse, or infidelity.  Even at this breakdown stage, when recognized and acknowledged, it will also respond to composition edits, even to a symphony of sounds, so long as all instruments are reading the same music.
We just cannot really hear it.

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Looking the Other Way

How simple it is to observe people looking the other way . . . when betrayed, or attacked, or mistreated in the many ways these hurtful actions can be applied.  More difficult by far is seeing ourselves in this role -- the victim, the martyr, the One Who Is Wronged.

It may be similar to feeling that one is drowning -- if there is a straw floating nearby, grabbing for it would not be out of the question in that kind of panic.  No available options create illusory possibilities . . . any port in a storm, a mirage in the desert.  Just make up something, all cannot really be lost.

In relationships, looking the other way is at base denial.  If it isn't acknowledged, then it isn't real and that wave of pain and desertion won't wash over like a tsunami, leaving a wasteland when it recedes.  Just make up a story, any story . . . or accept one which the offending party is spinning, and it's all okay.

This condition appears pitiful and sad to those who have no emotional stock in the situation.  While using lies may appear to be life-saving at the moment -- think false hope pinned to a slippery slope.  In truth, it is a questionable remedy, a soothing temporary balm on deep wounds which can be life-threatening, but most certainly are severely damaging.