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Post by delmayj on Jan 2, 2018 21:11:41 GMT
This is one suggestion in BAFTF that I've resisted the most, and I think it is why I haven't "made it to the Pacific Ocean" yet. If you need a reminder about what I'm referring to it's in Chapter 14, "Spiritual Autolysis." |
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Post by delmayj on Jan 9, 2018 6:42:49 GMT
So far I've done SA just once. It was very helpful, like unwrapping a mummy. I've been addicted to being wrapped up so it felt a bit raw, exposing one idea and belief after the other.
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Post by kju on Jan 9, 2018 20:10:10 GMT
Going "public" with your ideas is indeed a very radical alternative. Will you now leave them exposed. Will you leave no stone unturned. Allow others to criticize them and you so the truth emerges. So that vulnerability can exist.
Ideas are essentially an invisible [sometimes covert] way of under expressing ambiguous meaning. As in, we try to apply them to everything, in full view of our own futility. To wit I say, to make our intentions and motives known [visible] to others and ourselves can be rather startling. But this is the very juncture where the choice is made, the mind tips, and time splits. Raw becomes the norm because it exposes all of ones sensory capabilities to the immediate environment.
One day many years ago I was sitting outside on the patio at one of my favorite coffee shops as I so often do when a stranger approached me and began complaining about the fate of the environment. At first my reaction was she had some beef to pick with me. But I had no recollection of having met her before. After she made her well constructed ideologue presentation she ask what my opinions on the matter were and I replied that I had none. Needless to say she found that highly irregular. This transacted, while I remained sitting and she chose to stand so that I had to turn my head about fifteen degrees to my left to engage hear so that we could make straight eye contact. After a brief moment of silence I imagined the conversation had ended and set my head forward back at the table where my coffee had begun to get cold. She went inside the coffee shop and returned some moments later with her drink. Again she approached me, like a moth to a flame, she standing, and I sitting. Again my head cocked to the left. She began talking at me, with some vigor I might add, about her spirituality, which I found interesting, as in, being interested, in her, in the topic of spirituality. About how she had been deeply meditating in the quite privacy of her home that morning. How she felt so peaceful then. Yet disturbed that her meditative introspections could not survive out in the real world. To this day I have no idea why she chose me, or maybe I chose her. In any event our paths did cross and I said little during the conversation. Out of blue then she interrupted her own commentary, which had at that point began to circle back into the onset of rhetoric and asked me if I ever meditate. I replied, "I'm doing it right now."
“If you wish to seek peace of mind and happiness, then believe; if you wish to be a disciple of truth — then investigate!”
— F. Nietzsche
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Post by delmayj on Jan 11, 2018 0:52:34 GMT
I bet she was startled at your reply, as she had been to her question about the environment.
Lately many people seem very insistent about their opinions/views about things. Perhaps it's due to the rise of social media where it's easy to spout off about anything at all. So to say to them that you have no opinion in the face of their very strong one, must take the wind out of their sails.
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Post by kju on Jan 11, 2018 16:02:37 GMT
It was just an opportunity for me to observe her while I observed myself observing the two of us. Reminding me how wonderful and simple my life had become now and what direction everything was still headed like a silent freight train; how carefree it is to just listen when I don't have a burning fear based need to change, fix or improve people or society. I get my fill of life by sharing with those like yourself that are truly open to change.
The jist of that story is that spiritual autolysis is the butterfly models form of meditation. She approached me. I welcomed her into my space so I could see my reactions to her. Instead of trying to block out and on some level avoid an increasingly negative world by sticking our heads deep into the deafening sands of denial and try to ignore the game; instead we process everything, let it pass through us, and meet it head on so limitation eats itself like a cancer that once seemed so determined to destroy us as individuals. Once you become aware that "your life" is "happening for you" its easy to look at every experience as wanting to open us up and set us free.
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