never attaching is a good excuse and trap for those who fear rejection, who fear or lack an ability to love, truly love not just mirror back what they want in return or simply for their own spirits. attaching and clinging on is just as bad it sucks the life out of everyone it touches. where is God in all of this? it amazes me how many people construct so many reasons or ways of why this and why that to avoid a God they cannot understand. to make themselves God. or to demolish God altogether. those who work in service are human and have needs also. who makes it ok to smile with the hand out to receive but to turn away and make invisible the giver at the first sign of the reality of completing the circuit being whole and giving back
one can analyze all day, things others say, things other teach
one can quote all day, same same result
which party is on the outside looking in then?
i may have more to say later on, i’ll just use the edit button
“It may seem paradoxical to say that we have been expelled from the present, but it is a feeling we have all had at some moment. Some of us experienced it first as a condemnation, later transformed into consciousness and action. The search for the present is neither the pursuit of an earthly paradise nor that of a timeless eternity: it is the search for a real reality.
We pursue her in her incessant metamorphoses yet we never manage to trap her. She always escapes: each encounter ends in flight. We embrace her and she disappears immediately: it was just a little air. It is the instant, that bird that is everywhere and nowhere. We want to trap it alive but it flaps its wings and vanishes in the form of a handful of syllables. We are left empty-handed. Then the doors of perception open slightly and the other time appears, the real one we were searching for without knowing it: the present, the presence.”
– Octavio Paz
If you hold all of the world in a paper cup, everything of value to you and you hold it in your hand…what if it leaks?
If people carry along with them a manufactured idea of how a person should be, so much so that they are in love with that idea and with fullfilling that imagination…what do they miss?
Do they gain anything?
When sorrow lays us low
for a second we are saved
by humble windfalls
of the mindfulness or memory:
the taste of a fruit, the taste of water,
that face given back to us by a dream,
the first jasmine of November,
the endless yearning of the compass,
a book we thought was lost,
the throb of a hexameter,
the slight key that opens a house to us,
the smell of a library, or of sandalwood,
the former name of a street,
the colors of a map,
an unforeseen etymology,
the smoothness of a filed fingernail,
the date we were looking for,
the twelve dark bell-strokes, tolling as we count,
a sudden physical pain.
Eight million Shinto deities
travel secretly throughout the earth.
Those modest gods touch us –
touch us and move on.
– Jorge Luis Borges
A human being is a blank canvas. We feed the human through its senses. The human brain does have its own innate manner of chunking thoughts and memories which works initially on the autonomic and sympathetic level. And then, ‘we’ begin to tell the brain what to attend to, what to screen out. We overload it with input. So much overload that the brain enters what many autistics call freezing. Parents can be pleased by this because a child can and will seem quiet.
We are trained to feel hunger when we see a bottle, hear the fridge open, see people sitting in the eating place. We are trained to achieve and to equate such achievement to the word happy, by exaggerated claps and yayyyyyy from the adults around us. We are retrained to see colors as expressions of emotions by facial expressions associated with these by parents, marketing, television and all people around us. We lose the ability to retain that which is innate. The rare few that hold to what is innate are often shunned. A child that colors a robin blue on its tummy because the egg and new life are present are scolded and told NO it’s RED.
Now, move a few years ahead to adulthood. Ask me what I think about something. Personally, I think in pictures, sounds, and images, feelings, colors ecetera. I am a person who for the most part, unless a person is in imminent danger of harm of self, will refuse to share my direct thought or opinion because it is each human’s job to be themselves and to think for self. I am always watching and listening for any tool that is given to me to present to others to provoke such thinking. I have learned that expression is everything! The information glut is what it is. The manner in which valued information is shared or spread comes through knowledge and wisdom. It is the receivers job of such communication to decode the message and feed back to themselves or the sender if they desire more, different, or additional clarity. When I say clarity, I mean clarity for one’s own comprehension and chunking of knowledge. Some, more than others have fallen into the sheep trap. Some, so far that they have no idea.
I have often heard it said in various ways, there are no new thoughts nor things, we only pretend and aspire to label that which is.
The truly organized, quiet, and alert mind requires and demands inputs that are assimilated and shared among brain centers. Ever expanding use of the human brain into areas which we are told the average human does not utilize. People that are able and encouraged to chunk information in this manner, often appear eccentric. They can see interrelations between things that others cannot.
Personally, I have little desire to change anyone. It is my life purpose to be myself and those who wish to partake in what I have to offer come to me. Those who require experience with that which is different from their manner will also come, and often be quite confrontational with me. This is amusing and sad. I have great compassion and tolerance of these sorts, they know not what they do. And when they figure it out the joy is beyond all comprehension!
Everything a teacher teaches comes from the entire collection of what has created and made up the individual, quotations, articles, art, collage, the weather, tones of voice and so on. Think about it! Why else at Thanksgiving and Christmas do we see the Turkey or roast and a huge table full of glistening foods, the warm pies the fire place, the ambiance and energy expressed by candles…all on the television and our minds are triggered to sensory heaven…or to family event hells in the few seconds the commercial is running.
If I, or anyone else wishes to bring to mind an abstract or difficult idea, I would be most wise to use sensory tools that are appropriate to my audience to evoke/trigger such response to awaken the mind to be receptive. Language is acquired in this same manner. Just try to explain the idea of the word ‘i’ to some native american cultures, and what tools in your toolbox that you would use that come from outside of you to express and to explain.
To know who I am, watch and follow the things I watch, the songs I sing, and discern my intent. Enter into dialogue with me. Walk beside me. We do not have to become the other.
The Me I AM today,
Mindsweeper (also known as Elisa)
A ‘No’ uttered from the deepest conviction is better than a ‘Yes’ merely uttered to please, or worse, to avoid trouble.
What will you do with the energy that rolls forward from the waves of each action of your existence? What do you say with it?
How many faces can it have within it? Do you take the time to see them all?