Showing posts with label unworthy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label unworthy. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Day 171 Facing a belief of myself as being unworthy

I had the same conversation, again, with a member of my community, that I have had with others within my community, teachers, librarians etc. It amazes me that this one statement I make disturbs so much, in an effort to remind these “leaders” within my world of what is actually here, that cannot be denied.
So many times I have people say to me that they cannot support for profit entities.
Here, remind them that this system of a profit based system, so if there is no profit, there is no support. I also state that the state law says this clearly, that governing bodies are to ensure that what is for the common good is present and not profit ONLY.
The reactions vary. Some stand and blink, as though this is difficult conceptually. Some get irritated, and then seek escape as no answer can be found. Some go into some kind of weird happy face thing, that denies through changing the subject. Some become totally afraid and visibly look like they are about to fall over, they are shaking so hard. In all these reactions there is a definite friction; the eyes start darting around, or become really glossy and stare.
For me, this is starting an inability to conceptualize, to move from a singular idea into an awareness of what actually exists. It is as though this concept of common good in conjunction with what exists as profit, is really hard to fathom, and it is the person realizing they cannot voice this accepted statement anymore, as it is actually ignorant. I am disrupting a limited dictate as idea that actually makes no sense.
So this issue came up again. This time the person was visibly unsettled. Eyes darting around. And then within myself I noticed myself, swimming around, like I was not looking in between looking. I was afraid of the upset but i managed to stop myself from becoming so upset and remaining here. Then I realized the person with whom I spoke was the same thing as I was. She was avoiding moving from the singular belief accepted, and fearing stepping from this accepted statement, and I was worried that I was going to be rejected, because of this limited belief and my own desire to succeed. But I stopped, not because of any directive, but more because I did not want to go there, it was not a choice. It was like seeing an emotional storm begin and just saying no.
We really are warping reality here. Things just get so unclear within this. Wow.
How much do I do this, actually “blank out” from here, and this being because I cannot see the actual structures of what is here, and blank into some fear, some limited idea?
So, I went home, and I realize that this whole scenario is looking conceptually at what is here in common sense, being aware of what is here as this system AND moving within it without desire, want and need as fear clouding self direction. Moving from a singular, habituated idea, as a piece of information that does not see the totality of what exists ( and is even stated within a charter) into realizing that it is singular, is too much for some people, and for others disconcerting.
I realize that this is what is being done to our children. They are taught by teachers and parents who are walking pieces as ideas, opinions and beliefs that are habituated and mislead in that they are not aware of, or revealing , of the totality of what is actually here. So many things taught are limited and based on un-clarified accepted assumptions and thus limiting, creating a walking recitation of statements that are a piece of understanding that has no connection to what is real.
I am an adult, but a child facing something like this, they have no chance. And, more than likely, most adults will probably feel intimidated if a child actually pointed something out that made what the adult said look limited!
Something happened after this. In the last day, when I speak with people I am too aware of the moment of “blankness” as not being hereness. And I notice how much others are appearing to do the same “blankness” thing. Okay.
I have gone back to the beginning; I am here. I am here. I am here, I can’t go there, this is really really fucked up what we are doing. And we are doing this, teaching this to children.

There is clarity and molasses.
The moment I fell was wanting to be worthy, wanting this other person to think me worthy, which means I fear being unworthy. This became big for a moment. And I am procrastinating within getting something done because I fear this.
But I remember having so many people come up and praise me for a performance, and realizing that this praise, though pleasing, really is not so valid, in that it was in myself doing the thing that was what was enjoyable and once the moment of doing it was done, that was it.
I have also had happy faces of praise come to me, only to find later that this was like a competitive glee  in the person, later going and trashing me behind my back. I am wary around too much praise, for me it brings out a red light, I do not trust this, as I have learned it is a face of spite and self satisfaction in the presenter, it is competition.
The sneaky snake of cunning maneuver is how I saw this. To face this will require patience and not allowing myself to fall into a character of believing myself to be unworthy.
If I stopped and caught myself leaving breath and what was actually physically happening, watching a piece try to grasp the whole; conceive of parts in common sense, then this can be done, as this is life being here directing, then there is no need to procrastinate. And this procrastination feels like I am moving like molasses, which is what an inner boohooing actually is. lol Like, “ Will someone please come and hold my hand so I don’t have to do this alone.”
Even, though, in common sense, it will take more than one standing in common sense, because the boohooers will be all that is sounded. The non boohooers will have to get as big as or bigger than those boohooing. lol
From here, I will walk this character of “unworthiness.”








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Monday, August 6, 2012

Day 111 Love is the admission of fear


I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to not see realize and understand that fear will create a distance
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that fear creates distances between people
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to believe that there is distance between people
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to believe that I am distant from another
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to not realize that my own feeling of un worth is a belief that I am distant from others
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see realize and understand that when and as I feel unworthy as though I am doing something wrong all that exists is a distance through and as fear with another
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that my own feeling of un-worth is a belief that I cannot reach another because I could not reach my father or my mother, where I did not even try with my mother as she was the one who held the paddle and my father was the one who used the words, who cried with his words
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to not see realize and understand that when my father would come for apology I would feel absolute disgust and I did not want him to touch me, to hug me, yet after he did this I was glad, I was once again free for a while.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that distance I feel between myself and others is my fear of becoming one and equal with them in and as a fear of rejection from them
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that this distance is a distance of fear
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that when I am in fear I am at a distance from what is real from looking at what is here, from seeing what is here
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see realize and understand that fear takes one on a journey, distancing one from what is actually physically here,
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that those years I was told I needed a man, was a slow progression from myself here, from my common sense into and as starting to look at other men and thinking thatI needed a man, when I would say to myself that I do not.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to believe that I need a man
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see realize and understand that the distance is the illusion of the mirage, the mirror age of fear, as the mirror distorts what is real and creates and age, a story a time warp, where time and warp are one and equal, as time warps, the very presentation as the idea of time and warp coupled together actually separates the two in and as our minds where the two are  actually one, as time warps, the subject and the verb joined, as one.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to not see that the distance from myself creates the sense of unworthiness and thus I am no longer here, my un worth is the diminishment into and as the reflection of an idea and not myself here as life.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to fear.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that to believe in love is to be fear, to separate from myself here into and as a mirror image in and as an idea in separation from what is here, from what is physically here as life, as myself as life in common sense of life here.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that this mirage as a time warp is myself in fear, where I have to move the image of what i fear and myself as though I move two worlds, the world of this physical existence and the bubble of my fear as the story of my fear, as the gloom and doom of my fear, where I am not here in common sense of this physical world, thus my fear is my separation.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to not see realize and understand that the program that I exist as is to separate myself from myself as life here.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that when I become the image and likeness of what is expected of myself here, in and as the characters we are taught to be, to survive, as these characters are meant to become polished images of what is success within a system of division through economic inequality, the very nature of myself as life is suppressed into and as what will allow myself to survive, and this system of survival is limited by design and does not consider the nature of the expression of men, but instead makes of woman - for example- the belief that being anything other than a barbie doll means little chance of success, where, like in a factory, the pressed out dolls do not always fit and are deformed, or don’t make it to affluent neighborhoods and do not have a chance of being sold etc, and thus are cast away, or sold into conditions where they are not taken care of etc. thus there is only opportunity for the few as this world does not organize and practice what is best for all, what supports all life, and uses an image to distort and create a mirage, a mirror image as memory to age and diminish what is real, in separation from life, where the more we become the image and likeness of what SELLS the greater the distance we are from ourselves.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to feel that I cannot speak through the distance
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to feel that I am at a vast distance from others
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to believe that there is some great distance between me and others, the people around me.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to not see, realize and understand that this distance is in and as the mind, in separation from life here.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to realize this as I have continually had these moments of sudden vertigo where I was looking down from above as a picture in and as my mind, and then the fear came, the falling, for the last days I have had these images of a great distance coming up and then I would fall.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to believe there is distance between myself and another
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that in allowing myself to believe that something is unreachable, I am creating a distance, and that this distance is an illusion as everything is right here.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to feel that I cannot get others to hear me.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to feel that others, that life is at some great distance form me.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to believe that I cannot see life here, as this distance is the measure of belief, opinion and idea in separation from common sense here.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that love is fear, that love is grasping and holding onto something into an effort to not become separated when it is the allowance and acceptance of role play, of the process of polishing one’s self up to survive that creates the distance from life here, from common sense here.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see realize and understand that in physical fact there is not distance between my self and another, but the idea, belief and opinion in which I cloak myself in and as through the judgement of myself in relation to a norm that is the exception to common sense of life as all as one as equal.

I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to see, realize and understand that my desire is my drug to fulfill and maintain my separation, as I become accustomed to the distance as I learn to move within the distance and thus am limited in my ability to conceptualize the whole and the life as me, needs outlet as it is not directed, thus do I need an image and likeness - as a fixation- with a tube of “evacuation” attached to release the non use of myself in totality, where this is seen within how the human has created this system on earth, where there is so much waste, as how what is here is used is not considering the totality of the nature of the resource and thus creates waste as a belief that this waste is not usable as this part of what was used is not seen, as the form of what was used is not comprehended in common sense.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to realize, see and understand that my own constrictions are the di-use of myself here in common sense.
I forgive myself for not allowing and accepting myself to realize there is no distance and thus there is not need to fear.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to believe that I am far away from life.
I forgive myself for allowing and accepting myself to not see, realize and understand that I am here where, within this, the illusion is the distance, the fear is the distance, and fear is belief in distance, and saying “I love you” is reinforcing the separation from here, thus, to say “ I love you” is to be in fear, in separation from here.


I commit myself to realizing that the act, in and as a belief, that one must tell another they “love” them is a separation from what is here and thus one and the same as saying I am fear.
I commit myself to realizing that to speak the words “ I love you” is the admission of fear, of separation from life here.
I commit myself to realizing that if I am not one and equal to another than I am in separation from life and thus I am existing within and as fear,
I commit myself to realizing that love is not something that needs to be said, or proved, as if one is one and equal to life here, realizing that life is the value, every act, every deed would be the support of what is best for all, and thus would the very being of self , as life, be the very sound of the word love in and as the expression of self in totality.