Showing posts with label joy. Show all posts
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Friday, February 24, 2017

Memories are a resonant being . Day 743

Two memories have come up that I have looked at before. I notice that I also have back chat or “worst case scenario’  imagery coming up. The worst case scenario ‘ episodes’ are really random, using all manner of imagery. I have these come up in relation to driving because I have had two head-on collisions, that within the system, were not my fault. AND, they happened in a place where many such accidents happen. I remember that it was said that there can be places where there are cross currents, maybe this place is one of them.  For instance, I found out my orthodontist’s wife also had two accidents in the same place. The cars were destroyed, meaning they were so damaged to be tagged as unrepairable. I have fears around driving and they tend to come back when I am not addressing something; I can use them as a red flag.

I had lived in Europe for ten years. One summer, I returned to the states, as I had other summers too, yet never had that which I am going to describe, happen. On this eighth summer, I noticed that I was constantly stepping back from my American peers. Meaning, I would be standing and talking with them, and find myself taking a step back.  I also remember asking the question, “ why are ‘ you’ moving towards me so much?”  At the time, I remember looking at this, and also saying. “ Wow, I can see how other cultures label American’s as having a garish intense smile!” 

After spending seven years in Europe. a seven year cycle, my ‘ resonance’ as my state as a manner or stance, had changed. This fits in with how our cells cycle themselves, as in our cells carry the resonance of our ‘ math’, or the ‘ value’ system that defines us, holds us, is of how we are mannered within ourselves! This eighth summer, I was resonating my exposure, my environment, my newly cloaked ‘ color’ , all measurable in the distance I stood from another person, the amount of reserve or intensity -of-smile, or presentation of myself and how I held the very muscles of myself; ALL OF WHICH IS A “ MATH,”   had come to be a counter  or alternative rhythm, so to speak, to my American environment. 

What I find interesting, as telling of my stance on another level, is that I so readily moved to BLAME those around me, as though it was not me, it was them- the objects around me! Even within asking a question as, “ Why are my friends leaning into me so much,’ and ‘ Now, I know why other cultures make fun of the American way of being intense ( like a staccato-ed accent in music) with the manner of grinning from ear to ear- as though making a ‘ happiness’ stance more intense, by degree! Thus, I was projecting the ‘ difference’ as a ‘ wrong’ or uncomfortable thing being done unto me. 

What is also amazing is how my physical body reacted, with me doing the thinking after the fact. I only noticed it because I noticed my body reacting. This indicates, how much of a resonance stance I became, which is the same in all of us.  The very ‘ math’ of an in-culturated manner, representing value systems, had become me, which manifested the eighth year into my change into another environment. This corresponds to a cellular memory that then comes to direct my subtle movements physically. This memory has come up in tandem with a memory from childhood as of late. 

I had gone and walked up to my father and younger sister in this childhood memory. I had wanted attention, and as such surprised my father, who turned and knocked me over onto a tricycle. I have a scar from this, which at the moment, has some very dried skin on it.  In this memory, I remember being angry at my father, feeling hurt that I had been knocked onto the tricycle.  Even though, at the time, I got over this pretty fast, I do remember being so embarrassed that I was angry, and I blamed my father for suddenly turning and inadvertently knocking me over- as I am sure he did not want to do this and probably felt some degree of shame as well. Yet, this is my earliest memory of moving , or projecting blame. I was actually embarrased as I had only considered my own desire for attention- so my anger, was really my own shame, because I acted on an idea. I acted on some resonant desire, separating myself from my own common sense. The after stance, even with the anger, I was aware that I had moved in my own self interest- so absorbent am I as a human being. 

I wanted to take a deeper look at resistance. When I look at the resonant change within myself, after living for seven years in a different culture, how my immediate reaction was to project the change, or problem, being on those around me. It was an after thought to realize that I had become more of the subsequent different environment.  The resonant manner, embedded in the physical, was what showed me my own actions, my thoughts immediately moving to project a story, and as I said, that of blaming the objects until I with a secondary overview, began to sort this out.

I also remember saying something to my peers, that I could understand how other cultures labeled Americans in cartoons with aggrandized and plastered smiles. With some of my peers I met reaction. Meaning, with some I caused the same that I had been, a form of resistance and projection into justification instead of understanding. Some understood and even found it interesting. This is telling, because it is showing that the very act that I did, is deeply ingrained in our ‘ reading’ of actions- as manners are a form of action and expression of ..... our resonances, our beliefs, our value systems, our math, our way of reading relationships with regard to everything around us. We are truly organic robots. Which, on another level, is why the media is so successful, unless we view it with a critical and creative approach, understanding what I am saying here, overall. 

Thus, as I said, I have this back chat, with really random scenarios, coming up, and it is composed of this movement of projecting blame onto the objects around me. And yet, this other memory where I realized the very resonance of me, in seven years which matches cellular change, indicates that what I allow, as how I move, within the very smallest of measures, comes to be the information that directs my physical movements! This in tandem with this memory from childhood, and my scar, I can see where I, as far as I can remember, planted the first movement of blame, that even if I at that age, did not dwell on it for too long, it was that tiny movement that started a seed of projecting the problem of my own actions, outward onto the objects around me. 

Because, I have not cleared this ‘ resonance,’ as a formula, up, completely, in its inception, it continues to be how I move, in manner, or, in thought, word and deed. It could also be, that I am at a point of change, as a point of change also carries a quality of most resistance, as the old does not want to die. 

I want to also look at the practices in the school systems, and relate this to learning the violin. I had violin lessons for years, I would go and have the lesson, and have exercises to do at home, ALL BY MYSELF. I had to learn to walk those tiny movements, that practiced being in control of my body, and integrating a physical awareness of the space. This was a practice that no one could do for me, but myself. 

If I look at a school, it is like having a violin lesson, where a direction, or a practice is given, and practiced, or walked through a couple of times, yet cannot be that self, practicing that movement.  The self has to go and do the walking, the practice. The time and space in what a school is, cannot be that practice by the self. One is actually building what comes to direct the physical body, which says that what one allows, and what one practices, will come to resonate in the body and will move the body, thus one’s actions reveal one’s math/perspective/memorized -as-conditioned-blueprint-of-belief, or the order of relationships as how one sees the world.  

A school relates and teaches with example, using words and pictures, just as a violin teacher can model,( which is actually more direct) shows a form, movement included. If I do not practice that movement, and only do it based on that one time, trying to incorporate it from that one showing, I am going to cause a distraction in my presence as I interact with the world around me. I am going to slow down my processing when interacting with the whole, missing things, and causing imbalances, because I did not do that which only the self can do, which is integrate something new through the only way to integrate something new, which is to go and do the small, to practice it- as it takes both the exposure AND the detailed practice of the small, as this is how things are built. 

This is why, so many master’s of things, stress the importance of practicing the small. Meaning, to make sure that small is practiced, because the self must learn to self direct, in detail, all by themselves. This is something that no one can do for the self.  Another way to say this, is that the schools cannot be that practice for the child, and nor should they, as it is a valuable lesson for a child to realize that they build understanding, and that this takes practice, because it takes time for a correct movement, to be integrated into the cells, so that the body moves in effective ways, as what we practice ( or allow, follow without question)  becomes what directs us. Yes, it is that deep, and resistance towards acknowledging this is simply self rejecting and resisting how this all works. Resistance means, one must really look at one’s manner. In all, it does not matter who’s fault it is, if one wanted to take this stance because ultimately, what one has allowed, or been exposed to, resonates within, which no one, not any other person can change but the self. In my case, blame is not going to change this as being in a state of blame, as projecting something outward, is not a practice of looking at what I resonate and learning from it, and realizing that it is what it is, does not need to define me, and shows me where I am not being in understanding, as embracing what is here. In all, such actions, as what I have accepted to be the resonance of me, can show me relationships between things, as beliefs, and as movements that can understand and change in a moment, relax and move in ways that ask more open ended questions, for example.

In so many ways, I realize I have become a social engineering so prevalent in the idea of being ' positive' where I become the end game of sympathy, instead of including empathy; seeing what is being expressed as relationships, understanding how what we resonate is simply ideas about relationships, and to realize within this, that what is real, is myself being here, moving in real time here, because this is where I am, this is where I am living a real performance. I also realize how I can sense the smallest of movements, as the very subtle deeds I move as, within myself, as my resistances show my accepted and allowed practices, which are relationships I direct as belief, because I have not practiced being grounded here, in real time, seeing the real relationship that is here, as my living , and present relationship. My resonance can show me, where I am out of synch with reality. 

Another way to look is to realize what focal and vocal distractions as ideas, beliefs and opinions, resonant within, from past relationships, one is allowing to define who and what one is, and to realize the small movements that build the overall resonance, and the correct small movements that ground one back into being present in this reality. What the media and school systems show is, is a story of information, an equation of order, one that can come to define us, if we allow it. Also, that no one can clean up the resonance of what we have allowed, as believed, but the self. It does not matter if it is someone else's ‘ default system’ as one not understanding how this all works, because projecting onto the ‘ fault’ as a lack of understanding this, is not the action of correction. Only the self can do this, and since we are all doing this, there is only self forgiveness and self correction. That resonance can be read, one can learn to call the movements out by name, thereby taking away the power of the default, and reframing the movement, into respecting this reality, as there is only here, which is how it should be. Another way to say that, is to ask, what came first, the chicken or the egg? 

Thus, over all, I have to realize what I have mathematically accepted and allowed, as a movement as me, and to cross reference this real world around me, to practice being present here, recognizing what I have come to believe, as be comfortable with, as the very movement of me, expressing accepted relationships, and slow down, breath, ground myself and call out by name, the math of me, and recall as the very sound of me, a living relationship to what is here, as the physical, to equalize myself, or to get in synch with here, the actual physical. I can recognize when I am rejecting- what I am resonanting, by movement of blaming things around me for not being what I resonate, and become equal and one to the resonance of life here. And, within this, to realize that this same thing is happening all around me, because, overall this is not understood. 

Even as that small child, I had become a resonance of belief, or allowed a resonance of belief, that I needed attention from my father. On some level, I separated myself into a resonate idea, as a math, and did not pay attention to my surroundings, believing that there was a more, when I already was the means, as being present here, which is the real ‘ more’ of and as me, as being present and in synch with what was real, as the physical symbols, as life in a living relationship, working together in ways that are more symbiotic, and of an interaction that is respectful of all things, choosing what supports no matter what.

When I find myself resisting, I have to stop, slow down and breath. When I find my physical body ‘ stepping back’ or tensing up, or constricting, I have to slow down and look at what I resist, because what I resist persists a resonance of the same manner. Here, I have to breath to see that resonance, and to correct the mis-take, or the state of measure/being I have practiced and to begin to change that to the extent that I become a master of myself.  Naturally, this will take time, the time it takes for the body to regenerate cells. Yet, just as in practicing an instrument, a careful practice of this gains momentum, and my ability to change the resonance of me, will grow. It would be like being able to switch from playing a renaissance piece, and the suddenly a early modern piece of music. Which is interesting, because I remember asking myself how I could become more fluid within changing myself within the practice of music. I never thought of living this as the instrument of me, as a physical body, sounding things out, as the very words I speak, sensing this world, and the world of a more emotional memory, as opposed to a more superior, or fluid memory, as that presence within and as me as life. How could I be so blind, and why was I not taught this from the beginning? 

In all this is why knowing one’s words is so important, as words are a means of calling things out by name, and placing the math in synch with reality. Only practicing words in a closed context, as the vocal and non-direct application in real living space, as building relationships of words into practical reality, is a one sided practice.  One must practice spelling the word, and practice generating the sound, and practice a relationship with the word directly with reality- something that cannot be done in school alone, or learned via the media alone, one must, as the self, just like practicing the violin, or a sport, actually practice the sounds, to build, or retain, a natural spatial ability to reality in relation to what one generates as the words that reflect relationships in this world, as words are never the real thing, they are a muse, so-to-speak. 

This also is the practice of building a relationship with what is here, understanding one’s own resonance- which can change, and doing the math of reality, the systems and one another.  No one can do this but the self. In another way, it is to say that the real means without, is to go within. It is to say that humans are the perfect machines to ‘ do the math’ of existence in real time. Being this real focus in real time instead of a mind consciousness of separation. The place of most happiness, because humans are happy when they are capable of real focus,  and unhappy when they are lost in a dissonant resonance, that is not effective in substantive self direction, is being focused here.  When our neighbor is self directive in practical real time, it helps us, as the body of the overall machine, must synchronize to life, the physical. 


Enjoy and practice the smallest of things, as they are the means to understand the larger forms as the physical around us. Learn to spell and speak you words, build direct relationships with the words, to living reality, understand how the body resonates a math of one’s exposure, opportunity and belief systems.  Breathe, slow down, write it out, and call things out by name, forgive yourself to the small, the practical, the here, build a lasting relationship to this reality. The tools are here, to help, yet no one can do this for the self but the self. The way out is to rebuild the within.  We are the perfect machines to be and do this. Blame is really a resistance to change.  In another way, blame is a form of revenge for one’s resonant seed of information, or ego. It is the self showing the self, where one is not being responsible and/or how we inform ourselves. Thus, my blame, is myself not standing as solution or self actualization. I must look to the small, the singular event that was a repeated action, that created a time-line, that rolled up into a resonant seed and came to manifest as a seeming ' dissonance' to reality around me, as the interactive relationships to all things around me. No one can correct this humpty-dumpty scattered and fractionalized  resonant-in-the-cells-event horizon I allowed to become seeded in myself but me. I would have it no other way, as this is an opportunity to become equal and one to who and what I am, the potential of me, as life.

There is, although seemingly counter because of a resonance unacknowledged, GREAT JOY in mastering the small.  It is the means of self empowerment and the full engagement of all the senses, it is the inherent potential of the human being. It is right in front of us. It is time to take this back, to remember this to ourselves. The way out, is the way in. 



Friday, December 9, 2016

The Starting point is the ending point, morality and the holographic of memory Day 735

The starting point is the ending point, morality and Facing holographics of memory.

I notice that at times, processing what I have accepted and allowed as a math, as a measure as a form, memorized within and as who and what I have accepted myself to allow myself to be, as a projection of values, some call morality, ahead of myself through my head, a bubble shrouding a natural ability to sense here, this reality, moves like a molasses in processing this ghost in the machine of myself as a hued-man, is focus in separation from the gift of life, here, this earth. It can so easily move into knowledge and information. Yet this is where I am as I process m¥ own separation and breath myself back into being present in the physical. It is interesting, because a greater pattern recognition comes forward, and yet, I am still not present, because this has not been lived, for eons, thus I cannot assume I am done. In so many ways, it is a process that is never done, as it is learning to be self forgiving, in every moment, moving into recognition of myself as all that is around me as the physical. 

I have not reconciled facing the storm of separation, around me, as others,  and yet, a rejection of this reality is always a self hate. It is a rejecting of what is resisted, and since life is always here, that resistance will persist until what is rejected, through projection, as unresolved acceptance, is the very substance of life, giving itself as how life works, ever present and never ending. Life is eternal, that which is eternal.

I must realize that in standing up, what will happen, as our present system, will be the voice of separation. That voice is a morality in separation from practical common sense. I somehow want this to magically go away, yet this reveals a resistance within myself. I am not embracing what is here, thus I am that of which I speak, in a state of morality in separation from life. My starting point is still hued with fear, when I as life am capable of processing the math, the divide, of closing the gap, and creating a current of life moving between the banks of belief, opinion and idea. 

The separation is only an apparition, and no apparition can define who and what I am unless I accept and allow it. For example, if I point out hurt and damage, instead of solution, as there are no problems and only solutions, I am focused on the lack and not equal to it, as being equal to something is not only seeing he limitation, but also realizing the movement, as words, as sequences of steps, that lead to a balance. That balance creates an open window into the ineffable grace and gentleness of sounding what imparts a willingness to take the reigns of being a self willed equal with all things. Here, I even notice myself becoming knowledge and information. 

I cannot fear facing separation into a morality, As this morality is simply a form, a simulation of measure, of belief. It is one of those things that once it is understood in practice, or enough to be a consistent practice, a realization with hindsight, will be a state of ‘ Why did I not see this?” And then the shame, and the realization of the damage one allowed within allowing a morality of self interest without consideration of all things.

I am avoiding facing the storm, taking back my joy, as a sense that I am not allowed to be joyful. I am not allowed to play. I am supposed to work on the false technology of playing god so evident in what is a commerce of informed consent that offer products that by design suppress a natural sense of space and time, of and as who and what I am as life, here.

Yet, with practice, a little every day, what accumulates if a greater sense of walking mis-information and a mis-use of the imagination back into respecting this physical reality all around me. Those subtle and ineffable tiny movements, that appear to not have any significant difference, build, just as they do within a mis-use of who and what I am, the reverse is also the same. Thus, I am in a process of reversing a false positive, a limited morality that cannot materialize because it has not real sustainability in what supports and considers all things- and that is always here, as it is the real platform of life, the physical. It tells its story, sings it, as a math, as a song, all around me, I need only listen, and even this through a static that is really loud in some moments when I am calm and quiet. So, I walk back into being present, facing the storm, crying when I really want to express joy, because somehow I have turned joy into a suppression within myself, as though this is not allowed- even when right in front of me, a moment of not hating, of not resisting, of accepting separation as well as solution, is something I am capable of, and deserving of, because I am life. 

The simplicity of the smallest of movements, that how such tiny movements of self correction into self forgiveness, are the beads of joy that can create a river, if I can forgive the shame for not having realized such a thing. The practice, of self correcting, with the very smallest of things, as words, to focus myself outside of my accepted and allowed holographic-ed morality, to rebuild, realizing the living value of each measure as each word, can be tiny movements of joy, of re-scripting the very sound of and as me, that I can in what is seemingly of no significance, rebuild an equality to life, instead of an elephant in the room that can lead to a death of a life never really lived, such as hanging from a rope in an attic, leaving the most precious of things behind as a child of life, a breath of life, within and without. The false morality, filled with the pain of hate, suppressing a natural gentleness within, that morality consuming the presence of life in that person, there is no way this can continue, none.  It is realizing that a court uses verbs to create a fiction, an area of no go zone because it is a box of a false use of imagination, instead of focusing on the consequence of such forms. It is to take that which is good to show because pointing out the lack is another form of fear tactics which is wanting control more than building self willed equals. It is showing how ego can take a good and create a circus show, all eyes on the display of magic instead of following through and using what is discovered to suppress for the benefit of all things.  It is like a librarian holding onto a library, and wanting to control the information of separation, when that in itself must be forgiven, as the real library is the physical world all around us, the greatest technology, as it is the technology of life. it is to focus on what is good and does no harm, to have faith in this.  Such an act of pointing out the limitation would be the suppression of one’s joy within, that suppression causing a lot of pain. 

I suppress myself when I fear facing the false morality around me. The storm must be faced, and it needs be feared. 


The way out , as I see it in this moment, is to follow the joy within, to remind of the medicine taken in small tiny doses, as realizing the joy of self correction in grounding words back into a living word that recognizes the physical world with every movement, to script one’s self back into life, back into the real starting point as being a living presence, with full spatial skill, here. That would mean that life would increase in value, and awareness though out life. That would mean there would not be death, only the transformation into life, here.



Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Who am I? What do I process as information? Day 732

I had one of those situations where I realized I was not doing the math. I was not looking at the numbers, I was not looking at the equation. I simply followed something that had been said again and again, and accepted this as a truth.  I was not really LOOKING. I was not cross referencing HERE, this reality and what mendacious formula was placed to and towards me. I was not seeing the gossip. I was not processing the words, and relating them to reality in common sense. 

How much d I do this? probably more than I realize at the moment. For example, I never realized that a virus has never been found! Viruses are described by what other things are present, so what describes a virus is what the virus is not. Or, a virus supposedly must be present because other things are present.  By law, one cannot say that something happened unless the thing is measured, and yet, within viruses, we accept decisions about a virus by what it is not.  This is another one of those things that is a subtle manipulation, in that the laws say the thing justifying the means, must be measured, and yet, the dogma propagated is what something is not, thus what is used has never been proven as fact, and yet we are lead to believe, through statements as a word, as ‘ virus’ as really being something that exists, when it has not been proven to exist and yet, accept its existence and accept recommendations about it based on its  non-defined existence. I can see where I could spin around in this, and probably already am. I am a product of this system, as this was the information around me, and I followed, meaning I did not investigate beyond the string of words presented. This is how an uninformed consent happens. This in tandem with a school system that imparts a general scaffold of information without real living opportunity to investigate and direct one’s presence into a real physical understanding through living experience.  Here, I have to realize, in space, that somehow, I learned to crawl, I directed myself within that, thus I must have the capacity to move through the eye of the needle, meaning I must have the capacity to sense space, no matter how small. After all, I practice the smallest of movement of my hand to learn to vibrate on the violin, and I can see where my presence can sense that tiny change from the top of the back and forward movement of my hand with a relatively fast reading sense of the space! When it is said that one should be able to hear/here the grass growing- which I expect must be an awesome experience - it must be something we are able to do! 

This would mean that one’s focus must be HERE. 

I could also see where this would be so incredibly fulfilling, I can only imagine! The way out is not to imagine, but to focus here, in this creation in manifestation. It would be to get to now /here ( no-where, no wear, know-here) , as all of me. Yet, the separation into a bubble of imagination must be resolved, the math done, the presence here, accepting life, embracing myself and what is here,  as I would not want to be left behind, and therefor, I would not want anyone to be left behind! 

I must master what has been mastered into a mind consciousness, as imagination, that is using a limited math to live, instead of seeing directly the very math of creation here. I cannot do that alone, and yet I must do that alone, as all as one, as equal, too.

The very labor of me, must stand as this, unerringly, which is going to take practice and standing up from mistakes as I learn to realize what I accepted and allowed, as ideas, beliefs and opinions. Here, that labor of me, standing firm, staying the practical course, learning all details, processing the math of separation and the practical reality here,  as I as this, can create a movement that is sustainable, directing the labor of me into digits as the system exists, in a solid and supportive movement as no one can take that away. I am not beholden to secondary forms of support, what I am and who I am, and what I move as, stands stable, in every action, to support all as one as equal, here. It is a beautiful design! It is a design that builds real community. It is the opportunity for all to walk, on the ground, self empowerment, to be the change needed to bring heaven on earth, here. It is where the doers become the so called ‘ angel investors”, fulfilling themselves as life and spreading the living word here. 


My parents used to give me, for Christmas every year,  the figure of the hermit, the Santa Claus figure. They compared me to a person always caring a lantern, trying to bring light to things, trying to save the world. I remember being both proud of this and uncertain that it was not being used as some kind of insult. It both bothered me and excited me. Yet, this excitement that tends to cause me to rush, within this caring and throwing myself into something, is my own awe gone awry! It is myself, jumping into doing without processing what I am being within, and what is without, and the ubiquitous dogma as those ideas come to be accepted as a truth that I can blame no one for but myself, for accepting and allowing, as I did not really buckle down and investigate the details, and, as it was not modeled to learn to ‘ watch the grass grow’ meaning to really place my presence in discovering the smallest of movements that lead to a well directed self directive movement in this reality. I was too busy carrying that ‘ light’- so to speak. 

Yet, the impetus of a joy, an awe, simply tipped into ideas, as a mind consciousness,  means this can be balanced out through breathing and being present here, walking myself as my presence, with patience, back into, living here.  How awesome is that!  That is a real joy. I could weep for joy, and realize how much time I spent fighting and waring, and ignoring here, this reality. I have been doing this for so long, it is as though a part of me cannot believe I have potentially found what I had lost  and that it was always here.  It is like I left myself behind, chasing accepted mis-information. This creates a mixture of joy and shame, like how in the fuck could I have done this?  And, it was all ways, right there in front of me. I can only forgive myself, as begin to walk, in real time, discovering myself and real living, touching creation, a gift in-measurable in  the beauty of its design. I can enjoy, being here, it is who and what I am. 


Sunday, March 9, 2014

Day 521 The ominous cunning Fox


Last night as I pulled into my driveway, I suddenly was scared to exit the car  because there has been this fox wondering around my house at night crying. The sound of a fox crying is loud, piercing, like a baby or a person crying out. It cuts through the house. I feared the fox coming towards me, a little fox. I mean, fox are not known to bite people, so why the ominous presence around me about a fox?
I got into the house, was curled up in bed with my computer  before sleep, and there it was. But, this time, is was as though the fox was at my door emitting its cry-like bark. I nearly jumped out of my skin, I actually had the thought, “ did the fox get into the house?” It was that close.
I can be practical and realize that a fox cannot hurt me, may get some bites in, but foxes are not that big, and though they could hurt me, it is not like I cannot use my arms and grab the snout and protect myself, I mean i have done this with a bird the size of a fox, and though that bird had surprising strength from my perspective, I held my ground, without hurting the bird. It was a kind of balanced grasp, where I did not hurt the bird, but I did not allow the bird to hurt me, or move in any way that allowed a chaos that lead to reckless reactions not considering stability and just wanting to run away.
I had been working with a child, and that 13 year old tiny framed child, with braces and pimples, was full of dust - so to speak. All manner of  resistance and denial of common sense, manifest as the words “ I don’t know” again and again.
I remained unmoving, and did not point out or acknowledge the resistance, simply redirected, and then remained silent. The child kept going, eventually completing the task with clarity, the parents astounded. Though they said he was capable, they were surprised when the boy performed with such clarity - they “ did not know he could do that.” 
So, why do I fear the fox? What is a fox? A fox has traditionally represented cunning. 
cunning |ˈkəni ng |
adjective
1 having or showing skill in achieving one's ends by deceit or evasion : a cunning look came into his eyes.
ingenious : plants have evolved cunning defenses.
2 attractive; quaint : the baby will look cunning in that pink print.
noun
skill in achieving one's ends by deceit : a statesman to whom cunning had come as second nature.
ingenuity : what resources of energy and cunning it took just to survive.
DERIVATIVES
cunningly adverb
cunningness noun
ORIGIN Middle English : perhaps from Old Norse kunnandi ‘knowledge,’ from kunna ‘know’ (related to can 1 ), or perhaps from Middle English cunne, an obsolete variant of can 1 . The original sense was [(possessing) erudition or skill] and had no implication of deceit; the sense [deceitfulness] dates from late Middle English .

 So , what is cunning, how is this related to me? Where have I assumed knowledge and/or denied myself being erudite? I mean, “cunning” seems to mean being clear, being ingenious and yet has a negative connotation as being sly, evasive, deceitful. And here, this is my attachment to the word as the meaning.
I talked with a lawyer yesterday, and she said suddenly, “ but you are using common sense, and common sense is not what exists” lol.
So, cunning is to be able, as in “ can” but somehow, this is associated with deceit and at the same time erudition. These two meanings are seemingly at cross purposes, are they not/knot?
Cunning can also mean attractive, and attractive can be an ease, that is normal, like a child breaching through tiresome petulance and smiling, a smile that cannot be restrained, as though seeing clearly leads to a real joy. Was this done with deceit , or was this done with erudition? And is it deceitful to use common sense? Is my ominous presence built around the fox, simply myself existing as an ambiguous belief that being successful means being deceitful, or simply using common sense? I mean, it was using common sense of the bird, with all its strength that enabled me to remain calm and directed. Have we as a society, become so in separation from common sense that we/I see it as an unfair advantage and as such call it deceit? That is just so weird.
Am I afraid of what Rumplestiltskin will do when I call out his name? And will I feel guilty at doing so as a woman,because I will thwart him from having a child to care for him in his old age? I mean, in all common sense, is that not what Rumple wanted?
If humans were allowed to exist in common sense, or decided to stand in common sense, then the world would move in common sense, which is to move with the actual real physical that allows us to move and is the only way we can move, then would our health, and our security be such that there would be no need to use the ignorance of others to take in a way to have security for oneself.
This is also interesting, because, within our system, the doors for taking a direction that is best for all are right in front of us, we need only name them in common sense and walk through them. And yet, the accumulated dust of judgement  made idea, that is what really burns the flesh, has been allowed to become COMmonEPlace-nt/common place ( knot) within. This commonplace of limitation, has lost all divergent thinking, common sense, and is caught in the trap of its own limitations, and spites everyone who is not of this limitation and who instead uses common sense, like the fox, who manages more often than not to not get trapped and as such has come to be labeled as cunning, which is the capacity of common sense. So, instead of ideas about how something is done it is to look, here in common sense and realize that one cannot move in this world, unless one is equal and one to physical existence, because this is the way and the means of actual living. No idea, forced/placed/touted about this does the actual moving of oneself here, and as such the fox is a very attractive being, because they are able to move themselves in fluid ways, that the mind of limitation cannot even slow down enough to see but in a momentary flicker as they move through the night in silence. I mean, it is very hard to catch a fox, without the bully and aggression of a pack. So much man power used up, just to catch one small cunning animal. Who is the real cunning here? 
The “ cunning” of a fox, is defined within being sly, as in using slight of hand, but in this context the hand is actual physical “ can” do, “ can” be, as in able to move oneself physically and through time this has been connected to a negative meaning, when it is the limitation as deception that limits awareness of what directs self practically, as a physical being as what is and allows the expression of life, and as such is therefor, the real quality of life here. The fox is cunning because the fox “ can.”  The fox is cunning because the fox uses common sense. In relation to a lack of common sense, the fox appears to move in sly ways, appears to use a slight of hand, but it is the opposite. The fox, is simply here,

I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to connect the term “ sly” to cunning.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to define sly within cunning.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to separate myself from the word sly and the word cunning through defining the word sly within the word cunning in separation from myself.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to allow a negative connotation/value to the word sly, within this.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to not see, realize and understand that “ sly” is really  the use of an erudite sense of reality, nothing more and nothing less.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting  myself to see, realize and understand that the only way to direct myself here is with and through the physical, as the physical is how i move here, the physical is how things get done, here, the physical is the way and the means of living, the physical is what stabilizes me here, the physical is equal and one in common sense of the form and function and measure of being alive, being life, here.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to connect a negative connotation to making sense here, of space and time, of seeing realizing and understanding the common sense of practical physical reality that humans have accepted and allowed themselves to become so in separation from, that an idea as a fox being cunning and sly is a belief, when it is simply the extent to which a separation into and as a mind consciousness picture show of limited values has indeed separated men from practical reality, and as such lost all “cunne” ability of equality and oneness to and as life here.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that the mind will view what is not equal to its construct, as limited values,  as limited measure of space and time as the physical, as being a slight of hand, and as such a threat and as such something “ difficult” something “ dirty” something impossible, which reveals, the ego-centric nature of a belief system made more than reality, and as such an invisible hand that has no real power to see the fox.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that the cry of the fox is perhaps the cry of common sense, and is painful to hear because it is a reminder to what measure of common sense may be left within a human, as the amount of separation accepted and allowed from common sense by the human, thus perhaps the cry of the fox is not a cry, but a mating call for humans to realize that the way to life is to realize oneness and equality to and as and with common sense, here as the physical world.
When and as I find myself fearing to leave my car, at night , in my driveway, because of a fox that has been wondering around my house these last three months and crying - last night sounding as though it was sitting on my doorstep wanting in, I stop and I breath, and I see realize and understand that  common sense is a slyness of erudition  that takes the time, with patience and ease, gentleness and humbleness to stand equal and one here in common sense of myself as a physical being that can only move here as what I am as life.
When and as I find myself becoming a subtle oscillation within and as me, I stop and I breath, and I slow myself down until I am stable, and I place myself here, in  common sense of the fact that i am a physical being on a physical planet, here.
When and as i find myself fearing a fox, and have all manner of ambiguous projection in and as my mind, that is of some ominous presence that what, a fox is going to come and consume me?, I stop and I breath, and I see realize and understand that a fox actually came up to me one time while I was walking in the woods and was cautious, slow, gentle, sensing as its nose twitched, and as such did no harm, thus the real “ slight of hand here” is my mind, in and as a fear of death, which is in itself a loss of common sense within and as me as a physical being.
When and as I find myself becoming anxious about a fox, I stop and I breath, and I slow myself down, and I sense , here, the physical, as this is the only place that I can direct myself.
When and as I face deceit and evasion, I stop and I breath, be it within and as myself , or without as the construct of a self accepted and allowed and projected and allowed-to-define-self,  mind consciousness system of rushing to a good value to hide an accepted ambiguity,  I slow myself down and I move with the erudition, the grace, the gentleness, the humbleness, the common sense of a cunning and slyness of a fox, and I direct within and as what is the measure of a common sense of the physical in practical reality as this is the only place I can direct myself here.



Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Day 422 In Despair I am Unequal to Creation


I can see where wanting something is myself unequal to here. And basing what I am wanting on the past, as what I have learned will enable me to remain within a leveled existence, held in place according to opportunity which is either given or withheld through economics, through money. The economy being unequal to the ecology of the planet.
So, here I am, in thought, with accumulated emotions and feelings supporting this desire, keeping this in place. I fear to let this go because I believe that without this I will lose something. But it is being this that is the loss. It does not allow me to see what is here, myself in what is eternal, which is creation, here. I am the mirage of a pyramid scheme, ideas that define me as I serve survival, which is fearing death, which is a fear of change, which is a separation from creation, which is life, the physical.
I spend so much time trying to structure here that I end up not listening to here, equalizing myself to here. It is a kind of fear of loss through control based on idea. And then when the idea does not match reality, I react, instead of changing with what is here. If I allowed creation to move as me, then I would not be in conflict with the physical, with life, as allowing myself to move with here, as creation , would mean that instead of resisting I would equalize myself to creation and move with and as it, as this is the same as me, the same substance.

I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to resist here.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to have ideas about how here should be, not seeing realizing and understanding that I create wants that I then use to validate myself within an idea of what survival is, instead of equalizing myself to the physical world that is creation, as all that exists must be creation, thus a real  heaven is being equal to creation, where there would be no division as this would be a punishment, and creation would share and communicate in totality because this would be the fun, the joy, I mean that is just common sense.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to not see realize and understand that the only way to structurally manifest something is to build it, to become it, which means being here in awareness of physical reality, instead of as an idea about what is here.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to fear stepping out of my mind and letting go of ideas of survival that have no direct focus to actual reality.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to fear losing control of here, not seeing realizing and understanding that fear of losing control means that I am in separation from here, as I can only move as the physical substance of life here.
Within this I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to worry about the state of being in my children as I see them beginning to become adults themselves worried about their survival having been taught values that are serving a system that is in itself a separation from understanding that the physical world is the substance of life in creation.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to feel responsible for the state of being for my children,  where all I can do is walk in common sense of physical reality and systemic manifested separation from physical reality, to remain constant and absolutely directive within a principle of what is best for all.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to not see that this worry is an act of desperation as myself wanting to “ fix” what is here, control what is here, instead of standing as a constant directive of what is best for all here, as this is being a model in respect of physical reality as being practical and equal to myself, as this is creation, thus it is to stand equal to my mind as limited values and to bring this back into practical common sense of physical reality.

When and as I have a thought that I have failed, I stop and I breath and I see, realize and understand that this is a past of inequality within,  direction within limited values as what I accepted and allowed to be more than physical reality, and I stop and I breath, and I bring myself here, to direct myself within the principle of what is best for all, of what practically makes sense here.

When and as I have a thought that physical change is moving too slowly, I stop and I breath and i see, realize and understand that I am rushing within reality and thus allowing myself to be an idea as a want,  instead of  sensing being here.





When and as I feel responsible for here, I stop and I breath,  and I see, realize and understand that I am creating a point of belief that interacting here is tedious and difficult  as I focus on being a point of responsibility for another which I cannot be, as all i can be is here directing within and as what is best for all, directly here with physicality as this is creation manifest.

When and as I find myself feeling responsible for my children, for here, i stop and I breath and I  slow myself down to see realize and understand that the only responsibility is  to what is best for all as practical physical reality, here.

When and as I find myself beginning to despair, I stop and I breath, and I see, realize and understand what has been accepted and allowed as a separation from physical reality as  limited values made bigger than life, within and as myself, and thus taught to my children, a system that has been going on for generations causing a lack of equality and thus awareness with physical existence as an inner existence has become bigger than the outer physical world, this gift of life, which I accepted and allowed not seeing realizing and understanding that despite consequences that have manifested because of this inequality, this separation, all that i can do is remain here, in common sense, as despair will not be the act of equality and oneness with and as life, here.

When and as I find myself in despair, believing that admitting to my separation has some meaning within being forgiving, I stop and I breath, and I slow myself down, and I direct myself here, equalizing myself to practical physical reality,as this is the only choice to change that inequality leading to despair, that point of inequality to the gift of life that is the physical.

When and as I find myself rushing, I see realize and understand that I am acting in desperation, and am as this, in separation from life, from being equal and one to physical reality, to common sense, as I focus on an idea of a less than instead of directing here within and as what is best for all, as what allows one to give as one would like to receive, here.


Monday, October 8, 2012

Day 168 Fear of joy is suppression of self as life

I have a memory of being thrown across the bathroom by my father. Well, in this memory I remember my sisters running down the stairs yelling to my mother than my father had just thrown me across the bathroom, the actual happening of myself flying through the air I do not remember. I remember standing there brushing my teeth, my sisters were there, and I was very happy, laughing and suddenly this abruptly ended. Then I remember hiding under the bed the next day for - what I remember- was the whole day with everyone calling my name, and I did not answer, where finally my father found me, and I started to cry, I did not want him near me, but I think I no longer wanted to hide, as it was not really doing anything. And I wanted it to end, but, and the only thought that I had, as I remember was that I could see no other way but to hide, as a way of speaking up that what had happened was not going to be accepted.
This memory came up as I “hit” this fear of being self responsible, suddenly realizing what being self responsible meant, speaking up as myself.
There have been moments of sudden change in my life, and actually I had an astrology reading one time that said I had a lot of sudden change in my life. Through the years I also had gotten to a point where i feared sudden change, sometimes this change was my own doing and sometimes it was the system around me, which could be said to be my own fault, as I participate within the system, and in ignorance of the system, agree to what is considered the norm, not seeing realizing and understanding that the system functions in ways that economically enslave, and are not geared towards life support and development.
So, I have developed a fear of becoming and feeling happy, as when this happens a sudden change seems to suddenly appear out of the blue, just as this memory of being happy, where I do not, as this point, remember what i had said or what triggered this action from my father, and suddenly finding myself in the exact opposite surprise of pain and trauma. Thus I have become cautious of happiness and joy, as this “state” causes, as I believe, a sudden drastic change.
Even within the death of my husband, where the marriage was one of interaction and talking, without heated arguments and physical rejections, in all the marriage was comfortable and even on the day of my husband’s death we had a pleasant walk along the shore of a lake, holding one another’s hands, which we had done all through the marriage; it seemed a natural thing between us, automatic and enjoyable. Even though, on that day, I knew something was not at ease within my husband, and I had been trying to figure out what was wrong, I just did not understand how humans are programmed enough to really clean up the discord, and the discord was seeable, even though the behaviors outwardly were seemingly normal.
I am afraid that should I become happy, and joyful, I will face a sudden change, lose something. Even though in one way this is silly, because the changes in my life have not brought lack, often they have opened new insights into the world, and all the while, I am still here as me.
I face a change in my life now, and I fear a sudden change in which I have no control. And I fear that if I become joyful, this sudden change will come, arrive at my doorstep, I am afraid that I will be thrown across the room- so to speak, just as an earlier memory of myself as a very small child was pushed onto a tricycle by my father as I had approached. I was “happy” then as well.
I also have experienced being hit by a car. The impact I cannot remember, just waking up lying on a wet road with lots of faces around me. When ever someone talks about plane crashes I have thought it is the people left that suffer, as the people on the plane probably “blacked out” and did not remember impact, just i had not.


I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to fear becoming happy, as in feeling joy, as this might mean a sudden change.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to believe that being joyful might mean a sudden change, and I have equated sudden change as being bad, as being a loss.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself for connect fear to sudden change.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to define sudden change within fear and a belief that something will be lost.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to define sudden change within fear in separation from myself.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to believe that there is something wrong with me, as though there is something I said that caused a sudden change.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to believe that sudden change will come if I should relax and feel joy.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to watch others around me and to gage what will be agreeable to their limited emotions, thoughts and feelings, so as to not create discord and create a sudden change in behavior, where I will be attacked and judged as being impossible and difficult.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to not see, realize and understand that the emotion of being impossible, difficult and irrational, was the energetic resonance of my parents when faced with what was not resonant within and as them, themselves not understanding themselves as life, and within this myself taking on this resonance as this was what was shown to me, not having any direction through and explanation of what my environment consisted of and existed as.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to protect myself from sudden change and reaction through not allowing myself to enjoy the moment, as I had associated sudden change being caused by being happy.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to be on guard in fear of sudden change for having said something that triggers a reaction, as though I have said something that should not be said, or is considered inappropriate, blaming myself for creating the reaction, where I became the reaction in and as confusion with and as the very energy as mind unable to find an answer as the mind sees in polarities, lost within the patterns and programs in and as the mind in separation from common sense of life, here, thus the only communication was in being and becoming of like limited mind as what my parents had been taught, and until I became this I faced reactions as mind finding what did not comply as being difficult for the being as mind to face, not wanting to deny what was believed to be self as mind, as this had become, and is, what is believed to be real here within humanity on earth.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to mince my words to fit into a status quo, for fear of loss and rejection, where the only thing being lost, that can be lost is self being equal to self as life, which self allows and perpetuates in absence of common sense of what is best for all, where no matter what it is that I said that caused myself to be thrown across the bathroom, does not necessitate being thrown across the bathroom, as a child must realize itself by looking at what it is as life, and throwing a child across the bathroom is not an act of showing life, it is an act of throwing across the bathroom and nothing else.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to become self righteous about this, as this is the same as the action received and will not direct within what is best for all, as self as life, understanding self as life, being and becoming life here.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to judge the actions of others done within ignorance of life, as this is all that has been accepted and allowed on this earth, and must stop within directing towards what will be supportive of all life, as what we are is life, and this is the value.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to fear no longer voicing myself as the thoughts, emotions and feelings that are the separations of myself here, when I am interacting with others who themselves are hiding/suppressing/limiting themselves within emotions , thoughts and feelings as energetic polarities in separation from life, serving their own protection defense within characters expressing beliefs, opinions and ideas supportive of their fear of survival only, a mask of positive energy that is one and the same as negative energy, as both are ignorance and separation from oneness and equality as what is best for all as life, here.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that within a common statement as greeting what is often said is “ I am fine” which admits that not being fine is a possibility, which is admitting an awareness that the present system on earth is not supportive, as the present system allows a possibility of being fine NOT and thus, the expression “I am fine” is a statement of awareness that all are living in a survival based system on an earth that gives freely, thus is the statement “ I am fine” a positive covering a negative, revealing the energetic polarity existence accepted and allowed by man as mind only.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to not see, realize and understand that within my own fear of becoming happy in fear this will cause a sudden change, I am protecting myself and allowing a character of protection and self defense in fear of loss, when nothing has actually been lost, it is an idea only that I have done something wrong to cause behaviors of reaction, abusive and non directive, thus an indication that the one doing the act is also being a fear of loss as belief, opinion and idea and not being directive within what is best for all, which means having an understanding of self as life as being one and equal to all existent on this earth.



I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to have allowed myself to accept judgement to get along and survive, not seeing realizing and understanding that accepting what is on this earth is in itself abuse as what is allowed here on earth, is not acceptable.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand how a positive is one and the same as a negative, where the positive is the mask of the presentation of the negative, the negative an energetic separation from life, from self as life in oneness and equality as life here.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that I am in fact an instrument resonating what has been created by man on earth, limited understanding in common sense of what is actually physically real, where the mind is a reflection of separation from a common sense of the equal in all sustaining substance of life, the separation exhibited as energy as the negative to the positive thoughts emotions and feelings, the signature of our separation from life, as the structural resonance within our human physical bodies, that as separation into and as energy, uses the physical as resource to maintain, thus disease is the product of inequality.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to not see, realize and understand that a resonance of energy, in and as thoughts, emotions and feelings, is only an occupation with limited patterns as belief, opinions and ideas, and thus separations to realize within common sense as what is actually physically here as being the value as life, thus self judgement of what i am, based on the resonance of my parents and their reactions to me as a child, that I took personally as a judgment of what i am, blaming myself for what was energetic disagreement as what I was taught were pieces and not what I was in totality as life, as these pieces-only developed inferiority, insecurity, self doubt, self judgement, judgement and in self defense, blame, pity, spite, jealousy, a survival ethic, all to serve a few to have more than.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that this supposed “more than” of a few, is a separation from life.



I commit myself to realizing, seeing and understanding that I must breath, remain in breath in every moment, to see realize and understand my own separations , as habit, as what has been taught, as what has been pounded into me through reactions to the contrary, as other, as parents, themselves in fear of loss, and fear of self responsibility.
I commit myself to forgiving all thoughts, emotions and feelings, as the behaviors of protection/defense actions of belief, opinion and idea in fear of self hONEsty and self responsibility as life.
I commit myself to seeing realizing and understanding that in being agreeable to the thoughts, emotions and feelings of others, and gaging such actions before responding myself i am in effect agreeing to the fire of energetic emotional storms, and thus fanning this fire as mind and perpetuating separation from life, perpetuating a separation that is abusive to life.
I commit myself to realizing that many people will need a respite from the pressures of a system of inequality, as they are locked into the boxes of their own thoughts, emotions and feelings, knowing nothing else, and unable to step outside their box, as their box within this profit based system provides income within a system where money is god and thus determines life, thus is necessary to change to bring change to this world, via an equal money system to allow all to face their own separations from themselves as life, so that this earth can become heaven on earth, where what is best for all is best for self, here, and life can begin.






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