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.