Showing posts with label jealousy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label jealousy. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Day 699 How can this be?

I am again looking at my experience within playing the violin. I remember in my thirties, especially, when  had two small children and I spent time practicing. I realized through those years that if I practiced with a part of myself resolving problems, which is myself being in my mind, then when I went to perform I had a harder time focusing on what I was doing. I had to go back and practice the piece again, to clear the emotional memory attachments from the music.

This also taught me, slowly, that the way in which I focused, of which I had control, while I practiced, was very important. I could learn something faster than is believed if I focused without sorting some issue in my life out in the back of my mind while practicing.

It also has created a situation where I sort things out in the back of my mind in other moments in my life.  

I also realize when I am doing this if I pick something up to read. The reading process becomes more difficult because I have to constantly refocus myself.

I also realize that there are moments when I naturally understand this process of being caught in emotions in others, as I have moments in the past where I was very calm in the face of emotions, and did not react, and could calm a situation, making the intense emotions small, bringing them down to size. 

I think we all have this capacity. We just need to look. There are moments when each of us have done this, not reacted to emotion and prevented a situation from becoming charged with reactions of blame and spite, want and desire, fear and survival.  We can see that instead we were that practice of problem solving leading, or remaining in a sense of ease in the community of others.
Within this, I can see where the potential for this is always present, it is always here. This is because we live in a practical physical world. The steps to get things done, are always right in front of us. What separates is from that is what we believe as thoughts, as measures about things, in our minds, our memories.

I was reading this book about education. In the book the conversation went into how the present system is formed and the limitations inherent in the design in terms of allowing a natural potential to problem solve and create in children. I found myself reacting with the words in my head “ how can this be.” This, has a charge behind it, that is more myself from the past as a child, not comprehending that something could possibly exist. It also brings up a memory that has the same colored charge; when I gave birth to my children. In both, there is this color that has the words “ How can this be!, What is this? Why does this exist!”  I must have asked myself this question throughout my life.  

It was not until I had an extreme situation that I finally turned this question into “ This is not life, where is life?” “ This cannot be life, where is it?” and “ I have to become life, no matter what.” And also the words, “ I am going to lose everything, everyone, it is going to be hard, and yet it has to be done, there is no other choice.”

LOL, I notice in this moment, that that statement of ‘ this is going to be hard’ has created a sense of this being a burden. And yet, I started this blog remembering those moments where I made small an emotional storm. In those moments, where I did not react and was at ease,  it was not hard, it just was. In these moments I was calm, and applied myself naturally, without judgement. And, this is the way to practice an instrument. This was the state I had to stand within, to efficiently practice something. 


This means overall, that if I practice, or stand here as the practice of life, meaning to always ground myself and breath here, I can accumulate a perfect practice, becoming a momentum of problem solving, calling emotions,  and the feeling that justifies the emotion, by name and downsizing them into the practical.  We can all do this. It is who and what we really are, it is the potential inherent by design in what we are as physical beings on a physical world.


Monday, November 12, 2012

Day 203 I am my own author

Standing before authority
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to not see, realize and understand that authority , myself or the “authority” of another, as the system or a boss, or a parent, often has an agenda, as a plan within achieving a goal, where the details of the plan are all that is allowed to be presented, and thus any diversion from this is considered hostile and treated in any number of ways, within judgement, blame, accusation, as this is the means of protection and defense of the authored agenda.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to not see, realize and understand that anything that stops the license ( lie sense) of the limited values of the mind as this present system of judgement, is considered hostile as it does not allow the plan/agenda of authored values in separation from equality, from separation of what is equal and one as what is here as the substance of life as the physical.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that should I deviate from the agenda/authority of limited values, of ideas, beliefs and opinions of more than and less than, I am no longer upholding the accepted and allowed authority of beliefs and opinions held tight with an illusion of more than and less than in support of survival, as what the quantum mind functions as.
I forgive myself for allowing and and accepting myself to become fearful of not fitting into the role of the story, as a system of survival.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to not see, realize and understand that there are many values within this world that are ignored, as they are not what is chosen clarification by the author, where within this, what is chosen to be brought forward in clarity and made big, and accepted as the end all be all, deny the exposure of all that exists, just as the media brings some things forward without any clarity about other aspects within this world.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to accept what is presented within society, as a collection of some of the values on this earth, as this means one aspect of life can be given a greater value, and souled to the highest bidder, thus creating a gain for a few.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that this authority and the story of the authority is in consideration of fulfilling its plan, as its story only and is, because of this, in separation from life, here.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to not see, realize and understand that often, and I mean within myself, a dialogue is not allowed as this would interrupt the authors plan/story.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that rushing through something, be it within myself, or within a system - this is in obsession with a plan/story and thus something of the mind and not awareness here, in and as what this physical world actually consists of and exists as.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see the agenda of this present war economy, and the plans as stories of others, as what is believed will be what enables survival within this present system, as money determines life, thus are all stories/plans, in relation to what will enable survival, where this agenda and authored idea/story as needing this story to exist ignores what is actually real, as this physical world.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that what I face in the human is more often than not, an authored agenda/plan of survival, busying self as the nature of the quantum mind, as memory, that slowing down and utilizing breath is not considered, looking at this physical world as being the real-life story, this physical willing and able to be completely supportive of life.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see realize and understand that my story as my survival suit, as my authority is a separation from this physical world into a fantasy of judgments as what is more than and less than, this in itself an act of discontinued dialogue in self interest only and not what is here, aware of what it is that supports me as the tool to b-earth myself as life, one and equal to what is real which is this physical world.
I commit myself to realizing how my own personifications are in effect, a special effect for the authored story of myself, as a survival suit of limited values which continues my fantasy of belief in fear of death and loss and abuse as I consider my story to be more special than another’s, where I do not even realize that my story, as the memory of my life, and the justifications as to why my life is the way it is, was authored by myself as I allowed separation from this physical world as what is real into a fear of loss - a fear i then intensified into a happy face presentation, and thus only moving from a negative value to a positive value, the positive value simply masking the negative, to hide my own fear of having no value, when the value is simply being life here, directing myself as the substance of life and not as reactions in fear in and as energy as the mind as the act of judging, blame, comparison, jealousy, competition, all acts as reactions to separation from moving in absolute self direction in self forgiveness, as life
I commit myself to realizing that when and as I listen to other’s talk I have a tendency to want to express similar stories from my own life, which is a self validation and the support of personal projections that are a separation from what is actually here, and thus not even being here, one and equal in and as life, which is not to say that story telling is in itself good or bad, it is when it is in self interest within attempting to appear more than, to fit into, to seek attention, instead of within the principle of what is best for all, which is life, this physical world.