Showing posts with label falling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label falling. Show all posts

Saturday, June 24, 2017

A sense of falling Day 781

What is a sense of falling?

Why have I come to a point where I sense a movement of falling? I remember this sensation when I had to do an audition, or perform in a lesson at times. I remember saying no, and focusing instead. Somehow that focus lent a steadiness, the sense of falling ‘ not a place I wanted to go.”

It took my will to not move into falling. In time, with practice, this was always there, it was determined by me and how I focused. 

A master of a skill told me in my twenties that how I focused determined the time it took for me to learn something. It took a while but I did realize that point. From that point on, it became apparent that doing that skill, was pointless unless I focused. If I did not, how I paid attention, would follow with me. I see this, in using a tool, it shows me where I was and what was following me that I allowed.  Doing things that show one where one is, focusing on things, can reveal one to one’s self.  When we are speaking or listening, the nature of and as what we allow, can be so prevalent. It is the difference between being focused or being in that mode where what one allowed that distracted from that kind of focus remains, carried with one, because it is not sorted out.  A fear of speaking towards that, of seeing it - as I see it from my perspective - is a fear of facing that in another. Children often, remain silent amongst themselves, because they realize this,  to some degree and have probably given up in clearing it up, or realize that the person allowing this is the only place this can be cleared up.  In other words, we all know when we have not been here, it leaves a residue. Such a residue, builds a personality, and then one builds likes and dislikes, as reaction. 

This begs the question as to how we are using sound, as our words. Are our words clear of any of this, did we move with real focus and respect to and towards what is here as the actual physical world around us? Or, do our words carry a weight, as that supposed morality that we are not supposed to question as ideas of being polite, for example? 

Yet, as in my experience, those loaded with so much reaction are so due to an absence of real structure , or clarity, as we live in a world where things get done in practical ways and means. One need only look all around, at every house, at every road, as every man made thing and realize that no ONE ever did all of what was practically necessary to make that thing. No ONE. Everything around us is composed of many things, and what is composed by men has never been done so by one. Just because some one, was at some point of organization, does not make them more than another, they simply had more experience in working with how here, as the physical, is ordered, and can direct. Which begs the question as to why such ‘ living’ direction is not the awareness of all, focused here, without having a measure, as a morality, as that lack of real attention onto and as what is here, in common sense of and as how here works.  Are we as individuals caught in obstructions of our own allowances? 

There are people, who master things and realize that any one can do what they have done. This is why they come forward and teach, and share. There are those who self aggrandize and cannot see the simple and practical nature of learning. There are those who study something without ever living the practice of something, and then believe that they “ know” something. I noticed this difference within going back to school to get a teaching degree, after having actually applied something. When I was finally in the class room, I realize I learned more there, and faster than being in a room talking about teaching, reading these huge books about special moments that went on and on and on. These ‘ special’ moments where some movement in learning for a child, were made HUGE, within and as the belief that if one helps one child, one has done a good job - very limited thinking and unacceptable overall.  it is, conceptually, all a math. 

It has been said that people are uncomfortable around presence. Why would this be? Is presence that supposed ‘ light’ that ‘ cuts through all separation from real presence? Is presence, as how I am speaking about this, here, that  seeming invisible ‘ light’ that burns away all imbalances as an inner morality that has a resonance heavy with not being focused on the practical reality? It probably is that simple. It means that that which causes separation is the complication, or compilation of a lack of real focus on the practical. Since all things are sound, it can be heard. There is no escape. 

Overall, to realize that with every action, with every move, there is only one rule, one law; that is to do no harm. This means looking at what is effectively good, what is that which supports all those men, here, to do what men can do that is so visible all around us, because when we are focused, within this one law, we are happy, and we are so able to within this focus, come up with amazing new ways of doing things when we meet the unexpected.  This means we need no leaders, we need no gods, as the real expression of life, all around us, is being focused here, one and equal to what is here, in common sense of how here works that is so visible. 


One has to walk the mis-take, resonant within, to correct one’s focus, and purify one’s resonant information, pulled into shadows of and as value judgements of and as reacting to a sense of falling as one not being focused and using one’s will, as the difference between being infearfall and instead, as a steadiness stand up within this, which we are so capable of doing. One needs only to realize what does no harm. Life is a beautiful design. 


Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Day 239 Behavior Dimension : Victim Character

Behavior Dimension : Victim Character

I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand what I am reacting as physically within and as judgement as the movement from a judgement of less than to more than in and as the mind, as consciousness, as an act of separation from equality and oneness as life, into a projection of myself as a personality, wherein I fragment reality losing focus of this actual physical world, as the present system of inequality distorting through limited values made huge instead of directing myself in equality and oneness here, focusing on what is real as the physical world, that which supports me as life, as what I am one and equal to.

I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that within this memory of myself standing and facing my friend sitting within a new group of girls, and no longer having to do with me, at that moment as this image as this memory, with energetic emotions and feelings, as personifications as what I believed myself to be within self judgement, as being less, as having lost something, as I judged myself less because I did not have what this new group of girls offered, and within this going into a belief that the values my friend was following were of less value that other values one could follow, where this in itself was a judgement of same nature, in separation as I made myself superior and the actions of my friend inferior, as a reaction to myself feeling less than as I compared, ignoring what was happening within existence and remained in judgement in and as my mind.

I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that the sinking, falling, inner crying, like a sinking down from my head through my chest was a self accepted and allowed emotion of having no value, of being worthless, of losing something within a belief in a face value within society, that in reality bore no witness to the actual physical world.

I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that within this feeling, sensation of falling, sinking, inner crying, my breath became labored, and heavy, uneasy and difficult, and within this a “holding in: of myself - so to speak- as I was embarrassed that someone might see me having a care that my friend had abandoned me for a “cooler group”, where I within and as myself judged myself on the same values that drove my friend to join the group.


Within this, I commit myself to seeing realizing and understanding that this physical behavior was a reaction to a limited perception of reality, a morality, as a collection of values taught as judgements that enabled survival within a system that did not in fact understand the workings of consciousness as a separation into and as energy playing out values of more than and less than, of superiority and inferiority, as polarities of inequality, an act of spite and blame, causing friction and conflict within myself, this being a separation from equality and oneness with the actual real forgiving physical world as creation, as life, as simply being here, communicating with and as life here, equal and one to all the dimensions of expression as life, here.

I commit myself to seeing realizing and understanding that there are no values of worth and unworth of myself as life, unless I accept and allow them, as I am life here, able to focus and direct myself, in practical common sense of this physical world, where myself as life, cannot be lost, where myself as life can only exist within equality and oneness with what is real, as the physical through utilizing common sense of the physical as what is best for all is best for self.


I commit myself to breathing, to when and as I notice this physical reaction of falling/sinking/ diminishing as a movement within myself as energy, to stop, breath, and become the correction of myself here, realizing that this whole mapping out of a hierarchy and placement of myself within such, was as moving as belief in a more than and less than, into energy, a distraction and separation from actual physical , equal and one living, from becoming aware of myself as life, participating with what is real as the physical.

I commit myself to , when and as I find myself reliving this same physical behavior, to stop and to breath, to simply remain here,  within practical physical existence, to stop participation in and as the mind that exists within relationships defining myself, and to realign myself to myself as life, to direct myself to focus myself here, equal and one with and as the physical in common sense.



Thursday, July 19, 2012

Day 95 Fear of Falling character


The I am Falling Characterize

In the last days I have been aware of an image coming up of myself falling off; buildings, ladders, porches. Which is interesting, because I fell off a ladder about a month ago and must have fractured a rib. If you have ever fractured a rib, it hurts, and for a long time it hurts. And it is difficult to breath.
I looked back at the moment where I fell off the ladder. I was in self pity because I had allowed myself to feel sorry for myself because I was having to care for my home all by my lonesome self. I realize at that moment of falling off the ladder, that I was in a storm in and as my mind of myself in full blown inner mind windy self pity, a crying storm. I was not present and suddenly I was flying through the air, that which sustains me which I was ignoring, and landed on the edge of a deck, my ribcage hitting the edge. I knocked the breath out of myself in the absence of myself here.
This image of myself falling, failing, equating being alone as falling/failing. Allowing a belief in what should be, what I am supposed to be according to a system that educates through character development, through story instead of physical self direction. Just think, a child learns to walk, this is physical self direction, but by the time that child dies, it needs a cain to walk, the child becomes three legged, losing the ability to walk. What does this, what takes away the physical ability to learn to walk, before a supposed education? Even before language children learn to walk. Walking is a multi-task ability, involving many perceptive abilities, yet these are lost, are slowly over time taken away. Perhaps it is the non-use of this ability that is what is really taught within our schools, within a system of inequality, of profit, of abuse. A system that takes life, the whole and sends it spinning off the wall, as the wall is the laws, the man made mountains climbed that create the fall of Humpty Dumpty, and all there is to do it to realize self as life and put self back together again, to realize the wall is the illusion, the wall being the character development as mind in separation from what a child is born with a sense of, the physical.

I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to have a re-occurring image of myself falling.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to not see realize and understand that this image of myself falling is an illusion, as it is of the mind.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to believe that I am falling.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to believe that I am failing.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to realize that I am physically here.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to follow this image of myself falling.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to fear falling.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to go into an inner energetic spin that is a sense of myself as falling.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to fear what others might say and think should I fall, not realizing that what might appear to be failing/falling is not.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to realize that if I deviate from the norm of the society within which I live, then I will be looked at, by this minding of this society, as failing/falling.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see realize and understand that what is considered failing/falling is an illusion.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that this feeling/movement of myself as falling has an unreality to it, a sensation of being a movie.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to realize that this is an idea and not what is real.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see beyond this image of myself falling.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to not realize that in a sense there is no place to fall, as there is only here.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that walking appears to be very slow and tedious, yet it is not.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to slow down, to become one and equal with myself here, walking in and as my physical human body, which is how a child must have learned to walk. What fun.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see realize and understand that my vertigo is my separation.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to have a fear of falling, as once when I was a little girl I fell off a horse, the horse took off and I wrapped my self around its neck and lost a red shoe and got in trouble for having lost the red shoe, when no one asked me about how I was from falling off the pinto horse that took off with me on its bare back as a little girl, where I had to be younger than second grade because we moved after first grade and no longer had pinto horses around, thus I was little.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to have a feeling of being bad for having lost my red shoe that had just been bought.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to feel like the drama of being wisked away by a semi-wild pinto horse to be an experience for myself alone, as no one asked about me, and if anything everyone laughed, which was probably comical, yet I remember clinging onto the neck of the galloping horse before I feel in terror of falling, where I eventually did fall, but was not hurt, and where I do not remember going back and looking for the red shoe.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to believe that others should feel pity for me.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to have felt humiliated for having been taken over by a horse, which was actually myself allowing myself to be “overtaken” by fear instead of remaining in common sense within the moment.

I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to get side tracked within facing this falling.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to believe that if I am alone I will fall, which is silly, because if I fall, I am falling, thus I am flying through the air all alone anyway.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to be here, one and equal to the physical, to be aware of this physical world, and instead lose traction in and as my physical body in allowing and accepting myself to become separate from what is actually physically here, and thus allow myself to fall.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to realize that this sense of falling is like a constant presence.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see realize and understand that perhaps I need to let myself fall- so to speak.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that this falling, if I allow this is like a crying, where falling is crying, as a belief in falling inwardly, in and as believing some kind of support will be lost.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to have been confused that I was not asked about falling off the horse and instead only punished for having lost my red shoe.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to realize that obviously I was Ok as I was standing there ohne one red shoe.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to believe that no one cared because my personal fears and feelings were not being considered which is a state of self pity and belief that emotions and feelings are real, and they are not.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to take it personally when my own personal fears and emotions are not being considered, not realizing that wanting emotions and feelings considered is the inconsiderate, and what is real is this physical world.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to realize that perhaps the horse was just having some physical fun, and I was in fear and thus lost an opportunity to just ride like the wind.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to realize that even thought I eventually fell off the horse from hanging under the neck of the horse, the horse did not trample me, thus the horse was more aware than I was.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to think that I am falling.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to become aware of what/where it is that I am falling from.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to realize that this sense of falling is myself not wanting to face here, as here is stability and here is life.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to believe that should I fall I will lose something.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to realize that when I become the “looking away” character I have this same sense of falling within the moment of looking away.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to feel that I will lose something if I remain here, yet what I am losing is my own common sense.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that I have seen this same experience in others.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to stand when I have this sense of falling when I am facing another person, just as here, when I am alone I have become aware of this sense of falling, and how it is like a storm in a teacup, but I will need more practice in dealing with this image of falling that has been coming up; or, was it there all the time and I just never noticed?

I commit myself to breathing.
I commit myself to remaining in and as breath in every moment here.
I commit myself to always participate with this physical world, in and as breath, to be, as breath, one and equal to this physical world, where I do not end up flying through the air and landing on the ground because I was too busy allowing a character, giving a care to an illusion, as self pity.
I commit myself to breathing, to remaining here in and as this physical world, where this human physical body enabled myself to learn how to walk, and where a system of inequality takes that ability and profits from adding a third leg, as a cain to my self walking here.
I commit myself to remaining here one and equal to breath, to not allow a system of idea, opinion and belief to determine what is success and what is failure, as the value of a system of inequality is not a representation of life, as life, as this earth, is forgiving and values life, as life is the profit.