Showing posts with label child. Show all posts
Showing posts with label child. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Day 493 One seemingly little thought. Looking up to father.


What is one seemingly little thought?
In looking at what comes up within points of pain within my physical body, I came to a memory of myself looking up to my father.
The value within the memory, and as a entity as a personification that I hold, is of my father being a source of stability from the eyes of myself as a young child. In all there is no good or bad about this, but it is an association that when made as a singular thought without the development within understanding a common sense of physical form and function, as practical reality,  creates a more than as a value that I project outside of myself.
So, that one thought, the one little thing, there behind other memories, was like a small seed that grew and grew, inflamed by myself because I accepted and allowed it, and followed this same inflammation of value within peers and media until it grew into a value to follow at the exclusion of common sense development.
This appears to me at the moment as such an insidious development, because the initial thought is so small, and yet grows so big over a period of time to become an energetic storm because an awareness of a physical context is not realized as the real sustaining value - which ultimately only self can be responsible for, even with a systemic design that aids and abets this value system that is in separation from common sense, as this allows the smoke and mirrors show of inequality and separation from life which is what inequality as our monetary system is and does, the outward manifestation of the separation from a common sense and thus, respect for our physical life, our planet, the very life of each of us, this that we enjoy more than any other, this that is a vehicle to be forgiving of ourselves as life. This is the single most enjoyable thing to be. It is what the trees do, the soils, the air, the water.
So, within this thought, as this memory, there was my father, to whom, as a child, I placed stability, capability, comfort, awe. And, yes, the capacity from my child’s eyes is cool, but it is the being of this, even if it is an idea projected onto another, that is something existent here, which means seeing that “ stance” as being self stable, capable, directive here. Instead of objectifying this, to realize that the awe of this is to be life as this, to stand here, stable, capable, directive as a physical being. Instead, we are taught to admire the father/man/object instead of the expression, and within this the physical form expressing here as being the value in total.
I had to move through all the drama built from this beginning thought, down to this one moment - and there may be more! One little thought, seemingly hard to catch because it is so small. Physically, that one little thought build a weight that can move up and down within, somehow settling in my heart, and here, in anxiety I begin to feel as though I cannot breath. It is myself that accepted this, it is myself that follows a belief instead of common sense, it is myself that causes the accumulated pain of my own separation, I build my own burdens, instead of remaining here, equal and one , in and as breath, being life, which means being forgiving, as self, realizing that value is life. Which means, open transparent communication with all men, plants, animals, everything, which means looking here and using common sense as what does no harm and supports all life absolutely. The elite need to realize this, as this is the only solution. That comfortable lifestyle can be experienced no matter where one goes if the total fabric of the physical world be respected and cared for, which means unequal distribution of resources must come to an end, and all labor respected and taught understanding with the value being life, and the common sense ability that is the nature of self as the life within to be equal in understanding the physical world.
Within this, I can see where this happens in so many ways: a boy towards a mother, sister, aunt etc. etc.. Or,  girl with any adult that becomes the dominant caretaker in one’s early life, which we can see in how people tend to need a certain figure in their lives or they feel something is missing. For my husband, he always like the company of men, like he was looking for that male companion, where he was comfortable with certain communication and support from a male. and I understand he had been very close to his father. There is nothing “ wrong” with this, it is a good in itself, but it is limiting, because the environment is limited, because an object becomes a venue, instead of the use of common sense and a realization that the need has nothing to do with the object and everything to do with self being directive within self as the thing sought after. The lack is a belief, and a projection of that value onto another instead of standing equal and one to the value and then using self to sense practical measurable physical reality to direct.
We can say that intellectually, many of us understand this, but we do not realize how much our emotional reactions are in fact based on such thoughts. These thoughts impulsed into us over and over again for generations not only by family, but what is generated by media, and the years of peers doing the same, and this accumulation happening all around us incessantly. This  limited scenario is also what we fall back on when we fear our survival, because when that fear of financial security comes in, we fall back on the protection and defense mechanisms as what we were taught as a unit of measure, and this is the value system that began with those little thoughts that so many have spent so many years trying to correct, only to use them again when under extreme survival duress, and/or fear of losing one’s social group in fear of being alone without any interaction with other men, or fear of being considered to not be a nice person, because one is not responding in socially accepted compassion for what we have all allowed. This just, in the end perpetuates the problem, this initial mis-understanding with common sense. We know that we move against common sense, and yet when someone does stand as this, it demands that we look at our actions, and it has become socially accepted that our limitations need sympathy and time to correct, so we give into them, which continues the separation. And money also allows this continued limitation, So, in the end it is all of us doing this.
Yet, this is obviously unsustainable. It ignores, in favor of a feeling or belief one has within, the actual real physical world without. So, in choosing one’s emotion within over the real world without, animals, plants, children, earth suffers. So, what is more important, that feeling, that emotion, or life? The consideration of other’s basic needs to live in dignity or that emotion based on a thought that projected a polarized comparative value separating into an inwardly occupying divisive insight onto something outside of self, as a more than with self as a less than from a starting point of being a tiny vulnerable human baby, that in reality is a value that can stand as that projection as what self is as life, here?
Within this, if someone suggests that self cannot stand in common sense, and understand here, that this is perhaps being arrogant, and ends the conversation at this point, it means here to slow down, to communicate, to walk what is directive within self honesty as common sense, to realize that that which was projected onto the “ father” as the figure is the capacity of self as life.
So, my objectifications of values into projections must be taken back into myself, and stood equal and one to and focused as a directive that realizes that the physical world is real, and as such something to be respected as life, which means that I must give as I would like to receive, as what is here is me, equal and one. 
Within this I sense a resistance as though this is arrogance. How odd. And then this fear that being this will mean that I will become alone and that the changes within standing as this, will mean a loss, but the alternative as limitation is not a choice. And that people who are reactive are in essence bullying their limitations of which one must speak up about, even if the bullying continues - and lack of communication is a form of bullying! 
I mean, just look at the rhythm of our media, it exists as “ short attention span” sound bites of information. The very rhythm and meter of it is limited. Is this what we want? How many of us realize that humans are not the measure of their capacity to sense more consequence? And are we, even at our best, in full potential? No.
This is what became of me as I polarized myself into projecting values onto things outside of me, and denied myself equality to and as life, here, and instead became limited values within and as energy as beliefs, opinions and ideas as limitations to define me. This is where the memory of the thought, that one little thought accumulated and build a concrete ideological memory that began to direct me around seven years of age, and created myself as a mind consciousness system in separation from life, from my own gift of and as life, this ability to be here.
It is time to clean all of this up. There is no one to blame, they are all dead anyway. lol. And, self justification only perpetuates the cycle. So, the only choice is to get ourselves in the order of the gift of life, our sensibility as our common sense, equal and one to and as the physical world here.


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Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Day 330 Self Forgivemess Rejection Character


I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to fear losing what is an idea in separation from actual physical reality, the gift given to simply be here, freely given at that, to not see, realize and understand that this world is a physical instrument that allows the expression of life, for all equally, and it is only ideas of what is more than and less than that separate common sense with and as self as life here, manifest as the mind, a consciousness of ideology that is in separation from what is real here,
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to fear facing reactions that are blind to the common sense of how here works and functions in and as the physical, where themind as a collection of values lacking equality and oneness with the context of physical reality, all elusive and meaningless when lost in a moment, where it is realized that what is real is what is here, and one realizes that one, as self, has never been here, and that it is here, within and as being absolutely forgiving of self that one is finally able to live, and yet within an outward accepted and allowed systemic inequality, manifest as behaviors of gain for a few, actually living here cannot exist, unless this system is stopped, throughstanding up and voting in a system that supports all life, is forgiving with what is freely given here, as the means to sustain life, will self as life become equal and one in thoughtworld and deed, the outward instrument equal and one to the nature of earth as a freely giving supportive form being the giving nature of life, right under our feet.
I forgive myself for wanting to be alone, to hide from facing what is here, for feeling ashamed and guilty for not realizing the value of simply being here, equal and one to what is here as this forgiving physical world, which we have all accepted and allowed the signature of ownership on freely given resources that are the gift of life, and thus have allowed abuse of life, within believing that life must be bought, an idea, imposed on earth that must be removed, as the nature of life is to forgive of itself as life, here.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to clench within myself in fear of the bully of ego, and then in protection and defense become angry , where instead of facing the storm of fear, as separation as a habit of limited ideologies, I stop and I breath, and I realize that here, is the directive in commons sense of what is best for all, within and as the principle of what is best for all is best for self.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to have wanted to be alone to not face what is here, to want to force changes without having looked to the whole as the present system to believe myself to be some kind of super hero within and as one small action making a change not seeing realizing and understanding that it takes many to stand and change what is here, as it is many who have allowed this present system of inequality to exist, this which is supported by a collection of values, that ignore the whole, and thus a manifest system of limitation which is obviously what is destroying this earth and causing unacceptable suffering to many of the plants and animals and humans on this earth, which is in essence disrespecting life , here.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to not see, realize and understand that reaction as rejection of what is here, is not looking at what is here, what has been accepted and allowed, and this it is to work with what is here, as running from here is not a solution, it is to stand and to face here, in common sense of how the physical functions within and as what is best for all, where to deny, to not look at what is here, as becoming the same actions as our present accepted and allowed government agencies, that disallow studies that reveal what is in fact happening on earth, the response of, “ there is no proof” which is a crime in and as the behavior of ignorance, against life, by omission, unacceptable and an act of denial of life, here in common sense.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that to omit what is best for all is a crime, a lie, as just as presenting false information, not presenting information is just as false, as both do not consider what is physically here, thus the statement of there being no “ proof” in and as itself a statement of conceptual lack, admitting and ending as ignorance, without investigation, as what is here that does not support all life, has not considered all life, and this must stop until all life is considered, as any anecdote that reveals a state of suffering is simply an indication that the physical world has not been considered,
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to not see realize and understand that the moment I allow myself to go into righteousness, within and as knowledge and information, in and as my mind, I become blame and spite, and thus lose the directive principle of myself as life, here, where I within this, as my physical body, begin to have burning sensations in my thighs and in my head, and thoughts in and as questions as to why something has been allowed, which is a form of blame, as it is looking for ‘Who done it” instead of simply realizing the structure of what exists and correcting this within and as the realization that the only choice is what is best for all, as what supports all life, allows life to be the expression of itself.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to not see, realize and understand how I reject facing here within becoming righteous, as I become frustration/recklessness within allowing myself to not look and then I begin to push back and thus to reject, this rejection and constriction in and as fear happening so fast, seemingly simultaneously it is actually hard for me to catch, I have to really slow way down, or immediately my back starts to hurt and my legs start to burn, and I lose an ease within and as myself, and become nauseous, this action I have been doing for so long, that to sense this, to realize this, to go into this and accept this as myself and what is interesting is that I kept entering a point of wanting to cry when I got to this point, and it is here that there is also this sense that I have had of feeling trapped, this fear of being trapped within a coffin and not being able to get out.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to not see realize and understand how the mind loves meta-for, to impose idea onto reality, where self is not directed as self, sensing here as self as life, direct, and instead clings to idea, as pictures in and as the mind.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand how what I am is the sound of life, forgiving , here sensing here, sensing the commons as the physical here, the real picture the direct physical, where fear is in essence rejecting here, and thus rejecting life, and ideas are distancing myself from being one and equal to what is here, as an idea can become an I deify-cation of what it is that I am as a meta-for in self inner-rest.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that thoughts are the voice of rejection, the spite and blame, the tantrum of not wanting to look here, and thus as long as I fear losing ideas, beliefs, and opinions of what I am, I cannot face what is here as I am chasing an idea and not paying attention to what is real, which is this actual physical existence, this gift of life, here,


I commit myself to slowing myself down, to when and as I find I am beginning to want to blame and spite another, I am existing within rejection and thus am not facing here, the moment I begin to label I am no longer here, equal and one to and as the physical, where I must look here as what exists and become brutally self honest with here, to see, realize and understand that there is nothing to lose except myself as life, unless I realize that what is best for all is best for the support and sustenance of this actual physical world, absolutely.
I commit myself to forgiving all opinions , ideas and beliefs, to take such back to myself as to align this to and as what is best for all here.
I commit myself to seeing , realizing and understanding that in facing an opinion, an idea of a belief, I am facing a limited insight and there for can only align this to and as what is here in and reality within and as how here functions physically, to bring thought, word and deed, back into and as common sense of what is here and how here functions within and as what is best for all.
I commit myself to slowing myself down, to breathing , to facing how I have separated from myself here, to realize that all that can be lost is a collection of ideas, beliefs and opinions, that are not looking here at practical reality.
I commit myself to seeing realizing and understanding that practically, usury, is interest lending, where one believes that one owns something, lends this and then expects more in return, as though one was good in lending and deserves something more in return, where even with the starting point of usury, of lending for personality gain of a personification that one is more and deserves more for having lent, this thing lent making one a god, when all one can “lend” is what supports the real gift the self expression of self as life and the means and way of directing within and without to and towards this understanding, that which is the gift of life, where it behoves one to give to support life, as what is best for all is best for self, in support of life, as life is the value, thus, to lend with interest, and within this to believe that one can own what is here that is freely given is delusional, and a crime against life, as it enslaves and does not support life within and as giving to allow life to become an expression of life, as life being the value, absolutely, and thus usury places confining conditions on life, and also believes that what is here can be owned, an illusion as all that can be “owned” is self equal and one to and as life, to live the experience of what is eternal, which is life. thus the mind as imagination at present is the story of fear for survival in self abdication of common sense of life.
I commit myself to seeing realizing and understanding that allowing a system that leads to one person owning everything is allowing a centralized regime to become the eye of what we are here, instead of becoming self responsible within and as working with the actual physical world in practical common sense, thus, corporations are delusional in believing that they are a person, that can own what is here, where even allowing an ambiguous entity to own something is delusional, yet as long as we all allow this form to condition our lives we allow the abuse existent on earth, and thus it is each and every one of us that is responsible for supporting a system that does not in fact support life, and it is the response of many standing and placing in a system that supports all life, that gives what is needed to live in dignity, as a person, plant or animal cannot live in dignity if the means are not available, thus to disallow self responsibility and blaming the child for not being responsible when what is needed to be responsible is taken in the name of material ownership by a few, is to not face the practical common sense of this actual physical world, and is absolute crime and ignorance of life, here. and as such as this system exists cannot stand against the voice of many, the collective organization of many standing and voting in a system of change, and just as each entity takes small amount of all of our earnings, the small amounts of many, even within their confined spaces of work, can give to a system of equality, as many giving accumulates to allow a system of equality to stand and place itself in an organized manner within the existent structures on this earth, peaceably and with ease, thus support Equal Money, to get this world in support of life, absolutely.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Day 320 The quieting of disgust


It has been interesting to walk this sheen, this character, this movement into fear, as what disgust really is an allowance of as what I am/become. To have walked this sometimes subtle habit, and a habit it is, seemingly commonplace, yet once noticed, and caught as what I “go into” as a personification and stopped, using breath to ground myself, to not allow this, allows a inkling of remaining here, seeing here. Here, takes on more depth, more movement, more discernment within what is here being something that moves instead of seeming like a labeled thing - so to speak.
Yet, i realize that under this is more fear, and this fear disables this discernment, this seeing of what is here, this actual seeing of life, here, so vital, how much have i allowed myself to miss in becoming fear, petrifying myself within a distortion that is stagnant?
Which would mean that creating fear on this planet, is really a crime, a crime so absolute, I actually have the thought at this moment, that to become aware of life, which I have not realized, is going to realize the shame of what has been accepted and allowed by men believing that wealth defines existence, when the real wealth is becoming equal and one with and as the very expression of life.
What I find now what comes up a lot , is a fear of punishment. Which is a fear of death, yet to not remove fear is death, to chose not to discern what is here and how here functions and moves, is to die. Thus to not stand and support a system that supports all life as the value is a crime. The shadow of the elite, and the presentation of knowledgeand information that is ambiguous and unclear, limited, partial, is a reflection of disinformation for them as well, as a living shadow existence is not living, because in seeing life, in realizing life, there would be no fear, only a desire to become one and equal to and as life, here.
The only choice is to turn and face fear. It is the only way out. And one has to do this alone. No one can do this for us, we must do this alone. A system that allows this, as anequal money system, would allow so many who struggle so absolutely, the opportunity to stop and look at walk into life, to get this planet in order, the order of life being the value.
So, is this reaction as disgust, masking a fear of punishment from childhood.

I would sit and listen to my mother, as this was a way to placate her so I would not be punished. And I was disgusted with myself for doing this, and I want to say that my mother was disgusted with herself for what she accepted and allowed, a sense that my mother was running from her own self denial, being the want and need for attention in place of facing her self. So it was like catering to something that was dirty and being disgusted because in doing this one protected oneself from punishment. Sitting and listening to my mother was like being caught in a trap, yet at the same time the trap was a respite from the alternative which was punishment.
And as a child, I did not have the means to communicate this, so silence, and listening to wait it out.


I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to fear punishment.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to believe, as I am here at this moment as an adult, to blame myself for not standing up within that past moment and to judgemyself here as that, as a less than for accepting and allowing, without speaking up, the behaviors of another, to avoid punishment, where I probably did not have the worlds to speak, and even if I did, because I was a child, more than likely would not have been heard, as the program of my mother was that children were seen and not heard, which was the program of many adults at that time, and still is.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to judge myself as not having the strength to stand and communicate based on a past experience where I was a small childand could not make an adult hear me.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to fear speaking up and looking here, to remain quiet within and as myself to avoid punishment.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to fear speaking up because i might not get things from my mother as in being special because I sat and listened without reaction, all the while sitting and listening to avoid being punished.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to have avoided looking and instead to have become “waiting patiently” to occupy myself instead of looking at my mother, because looking at my mother meant watching her separate from herself into and as an avoidance of herself as she had chosen to become authoritative to organize her world and keep it under control, as a means of survival, this approach being a way and means of not looking here, as organizing everything and ordering everything, meant not looking at life, here, not seeing and realizing the movement of life here, this life so vast and alive, a world the adults did not move with, and punished should this be spoken of, a description of what was here, as fluid and moving here a type of shadow existence hidden in avoidance tactics known as characters of knowledge and information, the means and ways of being lazy in disciplining self with life here.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to fear describing here, as how here moves, which ironically is actually not too hard, but such would seem strange and other worldly should someone attempt to describe such to a stagnant entity disconnected from here in and as fear.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to fear describing consequence, to fear describing here, as life as something that moves, as this would also mean that lack of opportunity means the depression of life here, which the present system creates, a lack of life, as poverty in taking what sustains life, as a system of greed that is a state of stagnation by its nature that is a starting point of fear of loss, which is a separation from life.
i forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to fear sharing life , as one time I took mice from the barn to show my mother and she flushed them down the toilet with a shriek, and I remember being shocked and horrified, and ashamed that I had brought the baby mice into show my mother, the reactions in the moment in the memory were numerous and I became overwhelmed.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to become angry within this as well, an anger that is embarrassment for not having discerned that this would be the reaction of my mother, thus my own anger is really shame, and thus a non-looking at what is here, as I had wanted attention and acknowledgement through the baby mice.
Why does this attention always seem to come up? it is like wanting to be good, and share, as thought sharing is a good thing, like what i am supposed to do. But this is a positivepolarity, thus what would initiate this seeking of a good? Simply not wanting to be punished? Had I learned a selective sharing as a way to stop punishment.
I do have a problem with seeking attention, and I react to others that I label as seeking attention - it is one of my pet peeves - so to speak.
Thus this is me, I become disgusted with seeking attention when I project this, see this, in others. It really is like I use this to not be attacked, to avoid punishment, to keep the enemy of punishment near. Like the saying keeping the enemy near. Hide from what is here. Don’t look now, you might be punished for looking.
I have a neighbor with whom I would speak and greet and chat with sometimes when we crossed paths. He has had a new girlfriend for a couple of years now. She is very loud and aggressive. One day we chatted, and he basically apologized for her behavior and said that she was too unstable and then looked at me. We no longer greet one another and chat, what we do when we notice one another is meet with our eyes, give a slight nod and that’s it. We cannot communicate any more than this, because any action that triggered the reactions this girlfriend is known to have ( she supposedly has a police record for this) are avoided. So, my neighbor and i no longer have the friendly neighborly chat. I have heard this woman go into a verbal tirade, so I am not really interested in facing one, thus I join in in the distant MO of greeting.
This is a fear of death, simplistically, I am afraid this woman is going to come and beat the shit out of me, because evidently she has done this. And she is a school teacher. Figure that one out. lol
To avoid this, is being a non-looking at here. It is like, well it is, as there is a voice in my head saying “ don’t look, don’t look, don’t look” again and again and again.
There is even a movie with Donald Sutherland called Don’t Look Now, and I remember it well, it kept me on the edge of my seat many a time.
This not wanting to look, which has come up with me before, no longer has this layer of disgust after having done forgiveness on this.
The behavior within disgust is to not look, and the fear is a fear of death and the correction is to breath and to slow down and to look at here, to stop being lazy and taking on the character of tribute to knowledge and information to entertain, where attention is an indication that I have successfully entertained myself away from looking at what is here as life. This seems a comfortable place. Un-fortune . But it is the only way out of fear.

Sunday, December 30, 2012

Day 245 A projection from the past.

I was sitting in a passenger seat of a car today, watching the driver when suddenly it was as though I was a child watching my father drive, and this positive feeling rushed through me, life, “WOW” my dad is so cool, he can move the stick shift and move the pedals and drive this car, he is so cool, how does he do that? This car is so big and, wow, look at him driving the CAR!, He is amazing!” I stopped. It was like I am sitting there and suddenly this feeling thing and memory “film” thing is there. Since I am walking the desteni process, I realized that this happy feeling was from this past memory, imposed onto what was here and real, this physical world.
I also thought, if I did not have this, and I did not catch this, Would I have imposed this onto that moment, and associated this past even with that moment, and thus, not even realize that moment for what it was? Would I have then said to someone when I justified a choice made in relation to who and what was involved in that moment as “ I have a feeling”, or “ I just know this, because I know, because I have a strong FEELING about this”?
So, here i am projecting this “feeling” and I catch the memory there in that moment from my childhood as a moment of believing my parent to be some big magical being able to drive a car in relation to me being a child, feeling small and unable, and the residual feeling memory, as the projection being this “wow” moment, where what is behind this is obviously myself., as a small child, measuring myself to an adult, actually judging myself as incapable.
But this is how the mind works, how the energetic feelings and emotions work attached to the memory as the moment within a judgement, which is the “good’ and the “bad” judgment. The good being the other end of the spectrum of energy, as both feeling and emotion are energy and not self here, equal and one to and as the physical as the substance of life.

I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to have judged myself as less than the person driving the car that I was in.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to have believed myself to be less than the person driving the car that i was in.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that at that moment in the car, I was feeling sorry, or worried about myself in some way, and thus a memory came up of same situation, where i was believing myself to be incapable, as I was a child in the memory, as I looked up and over to my father driving a car, and allowing myself to go into a state of awe in my father’s ability to drive a car, where I judged my father as this god-like figure able to drive a big scary car.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that I was a child, and even if I were capable of driving a car, I was not big enough to see out the windshield, thus to compare myself to my father driving the car was of no common sense awareness of the physical world at that time, and thus I gave the situation a limited value awareness not seeing realizing and understanding with practical common sense the reality of the moment, and instead imprinted myself with a memory of myself as being less than and my father as being some kind of super hero, and yet I can also see that this attitude was probably developed through the stories and images I had seen on TV , read in books, and picked up within the relationships around me as parents and other adults with whom I had come in contact, all of them existing in and as their minds as consciousness, judging life within limited values not seeing realizing and understanding the mind and how it functions.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to not see, realize and understand how automatic I have become within and as a mind consciousness system of judgement, of measuring my world according to limited ideas, beliefs and opinions as values in separation from what is actually really here in and as the physical, as within this example, where all I was doing was sitting in the passenger seat of a car, looking at the driver for the moment, and simply nothing else, thus there was no need to make a judgement about this moment, and yet, because i have accepted and allowed a system , as mind, of limited values, as separation , and thus allowing myself to become energy, limited and separate from a sound, here, mind, I have become automatic within and as reacting within and as judgement through comparison and competition, which I project onto the physical reality, which I have no awareness of within the automation of this, unless I stop and I breath, and I learn to understand myself as the mind, as judgment as more than and less than, as belief, opinion and idea, based on the MO, the method of operation within a survival based system within the society, class, nationality, economic situation, race, culture in which I live, and that i am a collection of beliefs carried and developed through generations of same acceptances and allowances as mind, as separation from what is real as the substance of the physical, and thus have I learned to live in an alternate judgmental reality in separation from being here, equal and one to and as the substance as life, as the physical, creating an outcome of reaction instead of an action of equality to and as life, in self direction, and thus full potential of myself as life, here.

I commit myself to seeing realizing and understanding that memories that come up in normal everyday situations where a feeling or an emotion seem to suddenly possess me I stop and I breath, and I realize that I am existing within as a judgement based on the past as a “more than and a less than” in relation to what is actually physically here in the moment.
I commit myself to slowing myself down in and as breath, to remain equal and one with and as the physical here, where should emotions and feelings come I realize that they are not what i am here in this moment unless I accept and allow them, and that what they essentially reveal , is myself within and as self judgement based on a want, desire and need of limited values as what was taught within a system of competition to survive creating a behavior of incessant comparison, all in separation from realizing equality and oneness and what I am as life as what this earth is, here.
I commit myself to, when and as I have an emotion or feeling, I stop and I breath, and I realize what triggered the memory I am projecting onto my environment, and as what I am allowing myself to be , here, to see realize and understand the thought within and as comparison and thus fear of loss, to bring myself back here, equal and one , with and as what is real, the physical.
I commit myself to realize that the initial emotion of feeling less than, my father, was made from a child’s viewpoint, where there was no physical reason to judge myself as being incapable, or less than , in any way, within driving a car, as I simply was not physically big enough to drive a car.
I commit myself to not allow myself to turn another person into a super hero and instead to use my common sense, and realize how this physical world works in common sense, as within this situation as this memory of myself as a child, my father was simply large enough to drive a car, and had practiced the mechanisms of driving a car and thus was able within the nature of his size, and the practice with the apparatus of the car, able to drive the car, and had I been taught in such a way as a child, learning to understand the physical world, a judgement of an adult driving a car would not have been turned into this person being some “more awesome”, meaning super hero seeming fantastic idea, which is to not judge a person as less than, but to realize practical reality as being life, where life is what is special in each and every one of us, as life is the gift.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Day 232 Internal conversation/ Back Chat : Despair Character


Internal Conversations /Back Chat Dimension/ despair character
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand the inner conversations in and as my mind, composed of beliefs, opinions and ideas, as what has been taught, passed down through the generations, as the past, conversations of more than and less than, polarities of thought, as energy in fear of loss, that intensify and create emotional/feeling bodies within and as my physical body, sucking the life from me, as I weigh and measure in search of a lesser evil instead of realizing that I am one and equal to all in existence and direct myself within what is best for all, and thereby align myself with life,to move one and equal with and as life, as the physical here is a means to cross reference what supports life, and thus inner conversations are a separation from awareness of the physical here.

I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to have an inner conversation that what is to be seen is more than what is heard.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to have an inner conversation that if I question the conversation as what is seen within the adult world, I will be punished.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to have a belief as an inner conversation, as back chat, like a devil supporting the angel on my shoulder of what will protect me from being attacked by the secret separate world of the adult, as “I have to watch what I say” and/or “ Is there something I am supposed to be saying?” or “ Somehow I am not understanding what I am supposed to say, I must be dumb, or I must be lacking in something, or I just don’t get this” and then within this, “ what do I not get” or, and as well “ why do I have to be bothered with this” and /or “ how does one get through this mess” and or “ Don’t these people realize they are saying the same thing” and/ or “I don’t understand this!” and/or “ what does she want me to say?” and /or “If I am not to be heard, than how am I ever going to learn how to talk?” and / or “ what you are saying is that you want this conversation to end so you can go and “play” too!” and /or “ you just want to pity patter your tears” and / or “ I am not your wet rag” and / or a non-conversation as a sense of numbness/muteness/dumbness as a young child at the very idea of being seen and not heard is an idea never imagined and later made huge as an idea that such a thing/state/idea/thought could possibly exist, which would probably be the first reaction of a child, and as the idea spun around in and as my mind, creating emotional feeling bodies around an idea that something can be seen but not heard would be enough to create a fear and a separation from life, enough to create monsters lurking under beds. WTF
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to not see, realize and understand that this numbness/muteness/dumbness would be a reaction as shock at such an idea, that something can be seen and unheard ( a division ), that along with all the other images fed via television, as a programmable human, the chasm as belief in not being heard is in itself a limitation as what i am as life, here, as it takes me into and as an idea of not being heard, instead of directing me here, as life, within and as life here, realizing the physical world as what is real and learning to converse equal and one to the physical, which is composed of the substance of life, equal and one to what i am.

I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand the state of shock such words as “to be seen and not heard’ as an idea might have as an effect on a child, as it is a directive away from life into and as a state of shock creating a behavior of “ the deer in headlights” as suddenly becoming mute/numb/dumb in encountering an idea of separation into being seen but not heard.



I commit myself to seeing realizing and understanding a reaction in and as my mind of stunned silence, as becoming numb/dumb/mute in the face of words of separation and division into a less than and more than scenario, where what is expected also carries a subtle suggestion as a threat should the words not be accepted as fact.

I commit myself to seeing, realizing and understanding when and as I become this stunned silence in and as my mind.

I commit myself to, when and as I become a stunned silence in and as my mind, where no words appear, that I am lost within fathoming with and as the mind, and thus in separation from being here, one and equal with and as the physical.

When and as I find myself within this state of stunned silence in and as my mind, I stop and I breath, and I bring myself here, in and as breath, in common sense.

When and as I find myself within a stunned silence I stop and I breath, and I practice bringing myself here in common sense, as this “stunned silence” is a total dismay which is like a state of vertigo, a falling, a separation, a des-pair, will take time to move from back into and as common sense , as this has gone on for so long that in essence it will taketime to birth myself into and as life in common sense, piecing myself back together again, as I am humpty dumpty who has fallen into many pieces, and all these pieces have to be put back together again, and then this will have to learn to birth and direct as life here, and yet, there is no other journey.


Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Day 231 Imagination Dimension : Despair Character

The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch ...
The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Peter Pan, kuva 1
Peter Pan, kuva 1 (Photo credit: Ryhmäteatteri)
Day 230
Imagination Dimension

“To remember here, is that the Imagination Dimension – one will see a “Play Out”, like a “Scene” in one’s Mind. The Thought Dimension is only ONE IMAGE, ONE MEMORY, like a picture, whereas the Imagination Dimension one will see an entire play out of a scene/scenario.”


I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to have an image of myself standing having to be seen and not heard.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to have an image of myself standing and being told that I am to be seen and not heard.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to be within confusion within the face of being told that I am to be seen and not heard.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to have an image of myself as being overwhelmed within responding to the words that as a child I am to be seen and not heard.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to have used this, “to be seen and not heard” in the face of standing before a teacher, or a parent, to avoid any self responsibility, and self honesty, through allowing the “ heard” to be “ heard” so that I could get it over with.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to have believed that I was to be seen and not heard.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to believe that I was something to be seen and not something to be heard.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that as something to be seen only, and to hear these words many times, would teach a child, that the adult world was a stage of conversation, separate from the physical, that the adult world was something separate and secret, and as a child I did not have the ‘codes” to get into this separate and secret society.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to have been intrigued by this secret adult society, where i would sit on the stairs and listen, secretly listening for the code words to gain access to this secret society.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to have a memory of myself as a child, in early elementary school, where I am running and stop and look at this tree, which has come up so many times, as though I am in the story of Peter Pan, or The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe, where there seems to be two worlds, the world of the adults and another world that seems distant.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to have created two worlds in and as my imagination where, there is the world to be seen, to aspire to, and a world heard and not seen, one world left for another, thereby creating an idea of two worlds, the world of the child and the world of the adult, where I create aspirations to move from one world to the other.
I commit myself to seeing realizing and understanding how an idea of “being seen but not heard” is in and of itself, when heard again and again, separates myself from myself as life, through division into an idea of one world versing another, one verse taking over another.
I commit myself to seeing, realizing and understand that in creating one verse taking over another, I accept and allow the idea of inequality, of separation.
I commit myself to seeing , realizing and understanding that to believe there is the world of the child, not yet acclimated/conditioned/ tried/ baptized/converted into the secretsociety of the adult that I have accepted a division and separation from what is real and constant in all within and as the physical world, made from the same substance, which is equal and one and what supports all life, as it is life, the value.
I commit myself to no longer seeing, understanding, accepting this world of belief as division into and as a process of moving from one world to another, and to remain here, with and as breath, to equalize myself to what is real here, the physical.
I commit myself to no longer allow myself to move from one verse to another in and as believing I am to learn the secret words to allow myself to move from one level to another.
When and as I see myself in the face of “to be seen and not heard” within believing I do not have the secret language to enter a division, as a level, I stop and I breath, and I see, realize and understand that the separation is from what is real, this actual physical world, and thus into limitation as ideas and beliefs and opinions, where the actual physical world is seen yet unheard.
When and as I face a division where i am told I do not have the correct verse, I stop and I breath, and I see, realize and understand that the only verse is of common sense of this actual physical world.
When and as I face division, I stop and I breath, and I bring myself back, equal and one, through breath, to what is real, this actual physical world, to realize, see and understand that I am a neophyte of life, as a human, given the gift of life, as the physical, to equalize myself to and as life, here.