How Does One Recognize Original Thought?

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)

Empowerment is a tool. How do you know what kind of tool someone is offering to you? How do you decide what to do with it?

“The body is the tree of enlightenment,
The mind like a clear mirror stand;
Time and again wipe it diligently,
Don’t let it gather dust.”
– Shenxiu

“Enlightenment is basically not a tree,
And the clear mirror is not a stand.
Fundamentally there is not a single thing –
Where can dust collect?”
– Huineng

“Some people fear seeing or feeling anything about which there is no general agreement. For others, it is thrilling to be aware of innuendo, shading, complexity. For those who do not wish to step away from consensus, the creative is useless at best; at worst, it is dangerous. But for those who are intrigued by the multiplicity of reality and the unique possibilities of their own vision, the creative is the path they must pursue.”
– Deena Metzger

“In one creative thought, a thousand forgotten nights of love revive,
filling it with sublimity and exaltation.
And those who come together in the night and are
entwined in rocking delight do an earnest work and gather sweetness,
gather depth and strength for the song of some coming poet,
who will arise to speak of ecstasies beyond telling.”
– Rainer Maria Rilke

“There is a language older by far and deeper than words. It is the language of bodies, of body on body, wind on snow, rain on trees, wave on stone. It is the language of dream, gesture, symbol, memory. We have forgotten this language. We do not even remember that it exists.

In order for us to maintain our way of living, we must, in a broad sense, tell lies to each other, and especially to ourselves. It is not necessary that the lies be particularly believable. The lies act as barriers to truth. These barriers to truth are necessary because without them many deplorable acts would become impossibilities. Truth must at all costs be avoided. When we do allow self-evident truths to percolate past our defenses and into our consciousness, they are treated like so many hand grenades rolling across the dance floor of an improbably macabre party. We try to stay out of harm’s way, afraid they will go off, shatter our delusions, and leave us exposed to what we have done to the world and to ourselves, exposed as the hollow people we have become.”
– Derrick Jensen

“A basic part of the whole truth is to perceive the falsity of every operative idea that is really false. This is extraordinarily difficult, as our motivations are confused and twisted in a very complicated way. Many of our false ideas operate subliminally, or even subconsciously. The problem is far more difficult to understand, than, for example, the theory of relativity, so that it requires a sustained and serious effort. Yet many people expect to understand truth in five minutes.”
– David Bohm

Schizophrenia is a mental disorder that makes it difficult to tell the difference between real and unreal experiences, to think logically, to have normal emotional responses, and to behave normally in social situations.
False beliefs or thoughts that have nothing to do with reality (delusions)

1 : the quality of being able to grasp and comprehend what is obscure : skill in discerning
2 : an act of discerning
synonyms discernment, discrimination, perception, penetration, insight, acumen mean a power to see what is not evident to the average mind. discernment stresses accuracy (as in reading character or motives or appreciating art)

When we are empowered to think, to organize and to process for self all of the inputs around us, we truly learn to think and to decide and to grow and move in directions that are truly healthy and of value to us.
Have an Awesome Day and THINK TONS!

Phoenix in the Fire

True Lies
Be careful following
Where others have gone before.

In the forest once
I took a track;
It looked well beaten
As if often used.
But it became difficult,
Branches crossed it low
And I slowly realised
It was made by creatures
In whose veins
No human blood flowed.
But I held to it
Becoming more fearful
With each step I took,
Unable to return.
The path held me
Until edging a precipice
It ended in thorns.
I stood there on the edge
Gazing at a fallen tree below,
Long-dead, moss covered,
Splayed out like a corpse fallen
And thought a wrong step now
And I will join it.
Only by an effort of will
Could I climb the slope
To safety and a true path.

Beware truths apparent,
They may be lies in disguise…

© Angela Grant (Kestrel) 28/12/2003

Finding the Key
It is bright day but here I sit
with darkness in my soul.
I seek freedom but always tie myself
to some place, some person,
some self-imprisonment.
Does this make sense? I think not.
What sense can nonsense make?
What hope can hopelessness provide?
I am split as a chestnut husk
splits falling from the tree
revealing nothing but strange confusion.
Enlightenment I seek
yet feel I comfort from the dark.
For what is hidden can reveal
a wealth of mystery beyond itself.
Layer beyond onion layer, lost in the seeking
of a centre impossibly deep.
What meaning can mystery reveal?
What cipher can disclose plain truth
without a key?
Shall the white mare pass
without me following?
She will stop if I ask her.
She has done so before.
Or shall I hawklike
simply hover and watch
and let another chance slip by
gone in an instant.
No, not this time.
When she passes I will call
and let her carry me
where she will.
Now is the time to take a chance,
grasp life to the full
and run with the wind
wherever it may blow.
At summer’s end let only harvest fall,
let me run on and seek that centre
that I have not yet found
or lose myself in never-ending spirals
knowing that a time will come
outside time itself
where all mysteries will be resolved,
all conjunctions joined,
all solutions found
and the end only disclose
another new beginning…

© Angela Grant (Kestrel) 26/8/2004

Nutboogers! Passionate Commitment Bites Me in the A.. (uhm hiney)


This is my What the Heckle and Jeckle Face!

I made a comment over on Kathy’s blog, Close the Door and Stay Inside All Winter. And then, I responded to another comment. And then, Kathy had her own reply. It’s what happens on blogs quite frequently!

This morning, I got up and began to do my pleasant normally pleasant morning routine. I became engaged before I finished the first cup of tea. Normally, is not my best decision in the day, to do so before having the third cup. Just ask those who know me! I am particularly enjoying a new blog that I’m writing, which I am keeping private, for now. In it, I’m expressing things that I do not often express and in ways that I do not often express them. I think that I like it, though some of the things can feel ugly in parts. And then I get feedback, and the hidden ‘ugly’ bits, just become normal. (OOOOOo….maybe THAT’S ENOUGH!!!—this is directed at Kathy! Everyone wave madly to Kathy)

But every day, as I finish reading or writing there, I come back to the dashboard here and look at the February Passion Creative Every Day 2011 commitment that I made. And I have posted nothing. Well, I have posted many things indeed, just all privately. So, I am accumulating guilt and some small amount of shame–the shame part is odd for me to do. I’m frowning at the little one jumping up and down waving a hand madly in the air saying…look look at meeee I AMMMM working very hard over hear…do you see me do you?!?!?!

We can all take a moment to sigh and shake our heads, maybe even an eye roll at it. Anyway, when I do commit to something BOY DO I!!!!!!! Even to my detriment! And the things to which I commit, I do not even always realize that I have made an agreement with myself to commit, until I come to an internal and unfamiliar fussing, which makes not so much sense. Fine! It’s the wave of sudden Passion that does it, makes me aware, brings a tacit agreement to light. It can then present me with a difficulty making a conscious choice, to continue it, to decide why I took such a thing upon myself to begin with, and can I make it of good use.

AH HA! A LIGHTBULB MOMENT! Quite often, when I am feeling the most passionate about a thing, I will appear on the outside to have shut down. I will go quiet. Creative thoughts and pondering of all that I just typed fill my head, along with the daily–oh look a chickens, of daily life. I can get overloaded. It can feel, to me, as if there are so many seemingly disjointed things side by side, that there is no adequate way to communicate them clearly, to present an entire picture of me at once that is honest and accurate.

I will also add, before I abruptly end this particular post, that the thought….many minds in many places vs one mind in many places. I shall have to make a decision to consider if the expression is needed or if some of it is coming from being ungrounded and me not paying attention to it. Being grounded helps me to filter out things that are irrelevant in each moment. It also lets me be aware of them, if I choose, in a less blender type manner. (and a voice says..yes but what if sometimes some of the things wanting to be expressed are truly important and you are using being grounded as a shield not to see them, because they quite conveniently don’t fit a current idea of who you think you are) Sigh. Thank you wise teacher( and pain in the ass!) I love you.

Creativity Thwarted by Broken Puter!

I’m posting.  I am annoyed.  Ok I’m not annoyed in general, only about certain things.  I am that way, very joyful over one thing or things in general and quite snarky indeed about another.  This concept seems a bit difficult for others to grasp, so, I generally do not try to do so.

Back around Thanks for Giving Day, my computer had a nasty illness, at least one virus and all.  I freaked out with worry–I can be very good at worry about certain things.  The brain and the body have not seemed to have allowed the understanding about how worrying does NO good at all, in relation to these things.  Sooooooooo…I have decided to check worrying about worrying that I worry over certain things, and well then I’m still me, and everyone else is much less inclined to want me to be buried in a deep hole (make that soundproof hole) somewhere.

Well, the day after Christmas my lovely son, virused the computer YET AGAIN.  (go ahead sigh a few times in identification and commiseration)   I kicked myself in the hiney for not having accumulated enough funds for a back up drive for my books and images, but having just been through the worry it seems that my worry quota was filled.  The computer is back at the fix it up chappy place.  This time, I am feeling very stagnated in the creativity zone.  I express quite a LOT of energy in this manner.  I suppose one might equate this situation with a daily long distance runner ending up stuck into a wheelchair and unable to use legs for a bit.  I know I do.  Perhaps this really was what was behind what I labeled worry the first time around and I was so lost that I couldn’t or didn’t, or maybe wouldn’t recognize it.

I hadn’t realized that I had become so comfortable being me, whoever I am, and whatever I wish to express in any given moment.  It keeps me honest with myself and with others.  It isn’t so much that I always feel comfortable expressing to or with others, however, I can write here feelings and emotions and even actions trying each out for size and watching from a distance making better choices.  Ok, maybe not always better choices but for the most part then I’m always clear that I DID see it and make a choice anyway.  Parts of me are muttering and wondering if I really had to be that forthright….YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! 🙂


Ha!  Now just look I have in some ways thwarted that thwartation of my creativity.  Feeling sneaky is FUN!!!

Until next time!