This blog is a continuation to:
Day 130: Holding Myself Back
Day 131: Timidity
Day 132: How we Bring Personality Traits into Being
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to believe that I cannot handle/stand in the face of energy – where I have accepted and allowed myself to believe that energy
is ‘more than’ and ‘bigger’ than me and that I do not have the power to
direct such a ‘force’ and that the only thing I can do is to either ‘go
with it’ or avoid it
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to believe that I am ‘less than’ and ‘smaller’ than energy within myself and others – not seeing
and realising that it is us human beings animating this energy and
being the creators of energy as friction within ourselves and that
consequently we should be perfectly able to direct such manifestations
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to have
created/scripted a pattern of automation within and for myself where I
have accepted and allowed myself to have created an ‘if this then that’
reaction within the nature of ‘if faced with friction/conflict’ and/or
‘when anticipating friction/conflict’ – ‘then go into fear and anxiety’ and ‘avoid situation at all cost’
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to have
scripted/patterned myself in a way where I react to one type of
energetic manifestation with another form of energetic manifestation –
where I will react to aggravation/anger and other forms of conflict/friction energies within the energetic reaction of fear and anxiety
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to believe that
energy is ‘bigger’ than me where in the moment where I faced with
another person being aggravated with something I said – I perceived the
aggravation emanating out of the person as ‘taking over’ – where it did
not even matter what the being said and whether or not it made sense or
not – but where I immediately placed the energy of aggravation as being
forceful into a position of authority – where all that mattered in that
moment was the energy within the scene that was playing out and where
within not understanding where this energy as aggravation all of the
sudden came from – shut down within myself and isolate myself from what
was happening around me, and in shock/petrification/fear and anxiety
decided that I do not want to go through such an experience/scenario
ever again and that I ought to avoid these type of situations at all
cost
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to within the
moment of seeing and experiencing the energy as aggravation coming from
the other person as a reaction to something I said – have separated
myself from that energy within placing it above me and in an
authoritative position and within separation reacted within fear
and anxiety – not seeing and realising how the other person’s energetic
reaction as aggravation and my energetic reaction as fear and anxiety
locked-in together and fed one another – where my experience of fear and
anxiety was confirming the other’s aggravation and validating it, and
where the person’s aggravation was confirming and validating my
experience of fear and anxiety – where these two energies as reactions
came together and within their blind acceptance and allowance permitted the other to exist and within that sustain one another
I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to when I was
faced with another being aggravated towards something I said – have
opted for reaction to a reaction – where I accepted and allowed myself
to react to another the same way the other reacted to me (regardless of
the type of reaction) – and within doing so confirmed that such
scenarios where people are limited and diminished to being reactive robots is ‘normal’ and ‘acceptable’ – and accepted this as what communication/interaction
consists of between people and so I forgive myself that I have accepted
and allowed myself to within that moment have ‘surrendered’ myself to
the belief that we live in a reactive world as the only possible
version/option of how we humans can interact with one another and that
the only thing ‘left to do’ is to strategically avoid certain types of
reactions as negative reactions such as conflict/friction and seek out positive
reactions – as within controlling and managing one’s input through
controlling one’s environment one is able to control/manage one’s inner
reality as the reactions that get ignited within self and then believe
this to be a solution
– not seeing and realising that we are only circumventing the problem
as the reactive nature we’ve accepted and allowed ourselves to live by –
where selective avoidance and seeking
out is merely a coping mechanism to manage one’s inner reality without
having to effectively deal and sort out / correct one’s inner reality
and reality at large as the very mechanics/rules/laws we live by – where
instead of living a life of enjoyment and expression we are living a
life of fear, compromise, coping, survival and regret – in short: a life unlived
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Saturday, 8 December 2012
Day 133: Managing vs. Correcting My Inner Reality
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Wednesday, 29 August 2012
Day 42: Why?
I've been looking at how I created a relationship of victimization
within and towards my human physical body, where whenever something
'bad' would happen like a cut, a scrape, a fall, a bruise, an injury,
disease, pain etc - I would be overwhelmed with a sense of powerlessness and helplessness and asking myself 'Why? Why is this happening to me?'. I'd instantaneously become very emotional
and cry (although as I got older I'd start to suppress the crying more
and more because I didn't want to be seen as 'weak'). Now it doesn't
come up as prominent anymore until someone will for instance ask me 'Are
you alright?' and then this whole wave of emotions would 'wash over me'
and with it the tears would start welling up in my eyes and I go 'WTF,
What is this experience? Why is this here?'. The experience is hard to
describe because I never really looked at it before, as I just saw it as
one of my weird annoying 'quirks' which would pop up from time to time but I never bothered to question it because I thought it was simply a 'part of who I am'.
The experience is something like a lostness, confusing like just not
knowing why all these bad things happen to me and my body and why these
experience exist (pain, discomfort). Then later, when I looked at it
again a memory
popped up from when I was in my first year of 'kindergarten' (where I
went to school you had three years of kindergarten, starting from 2-3
years old until you're 6 or something and then you start your first year
in primary school) and both kindergarten and the primary school grades
were situated in the same school. So on the playground you had kids from
ages 2 to 12 roaming around. I was one of the youngest.
One day I was walking around on my own just exploring, not really 'doing' anything or having any 'game' or 'purpose' that I was walking around with, and then at some point I stood still and looked at one of the concrete tiles (the playground consisted mostly of a concrete tiled flat space (and the tiles were like very rough, grainy) with a small part with sand and some trees and jungle gyms), and then out of nowhere I saw this boy from the 6th grade (so one of the eldest) stand behind me and he was looking somewhere very focussed into the distance, and it looked like he wanted to get wherever it was where he was looking and I saw his body moving into action to 'get there' but then he noticed from the corner of his eye that this little toddler - me - was in the way of his body already moving into the opposite direction of the playground and then he quickly shoved me out of the way and sprinted to wherever he was going. When I look at it now it's clear that he was obviously playing a game with his friends that he got really involved in that when he saw I was in the way he just wanted to get this 'obstruction' out of the way so he can keep in the loop of the game with his friends.
For me in that moment I had NO idea what was going on and I was just completely in shock. As I write it out, it all sounds like it was moving quite slow but me seeing him to the point where I hit the ground all happened in less than a second. I landed on the concrete tiles with my knees (I mean, what a stupid idea to have a playground made out of concrete tiles? Kids fall on it all the time) and this intense pain shocked through my body. I moved myself over a bit, still on the ground and saw that my pants had a dark red stain by my one knee and it felt wet. I cried and I cried. The teacher who takes care of us 'little ones' found me and took me inside. I was in pain, crying, confused and I was looking for some answers. Why did this happen? Why did the boy push me? Why am I in this pain? Why is my leg bleeding so bad? Why would someone want to inflict this on me? I don't understand!! As the teacher was walking me while holding my hand I was full of anticipation to get those questions answered. I was very small though and had little vocabulary so I didn't really say anything while walking/crying as I assumed the teacher would talk to me soon enough. When we got to our 'classroom' (can't really call it a classroom, it's a room full of toys and drawing/crafting stuff lol) we rolled up my pants to see what 'the damage' was and my whole knee was open, my leg covered in blood from knee to ankle. She then just pointed at the little toilet room, told me to take off my pants, showed I should sit down and gave me some toilet paper telling me to 'clean myself up'. She then left.
And so I sat there on the toilet in the little toilet room all alone, in my undies, in pain, bleeding with all the questions and no-one was telling me what was going on. As I started cleaning up the blood from my leg I experienced a sense of aloness, weakness, powerlessness, helplessness -- a victim-like state. As I dabbed the toilet paper on my bloody leg I started to 'toughen up' inside as I thought there was nothing I could do and there was no-one here to help me, I wasn't getting any wiser so what's the point? After a bit the teacher came back, and put some red stuff on my wound that was prickly, she gave me a different set of pants. She put my bloody pants in a plastic bag and told me I should take it home with me after school. We then walked back to the playground where she gave me a little push of 'off you go' and there I was, back on the playground like nothing ever happened. I walked back to the spot where I fell and there were blood stains on it. I remember them being there for quite a few days after the incident.
I wasn't told why the boy pushed me and the boy was never approached about it -- so I assumed that he hadn't done anything 'unacceptable' and that it was implied that it was my own fault that I ended up the way I did, that there was nothing wrong with the boy pusing me and my body getting hurt, but that it was 'me' that was wrong in general.
So now whenever I experience pain, a cut, a fall, whatever -- this whole experience gets uploaded into every cell of my body. Depending on the severity/intensity/element of surprise of the incident -- the experience will be more or less intense but it'll always be there. And although my whole tick bite fever incident was quite different from what played out in the memory, the pain and discomfor triggered the same experience.
Self Forgiveness and Self Corrective Statements to follow
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One day I was walking around on my own just exploring, not really 'doing' anything or having any 'game' or 'purpose' that I was walking around with, and then at some point I stood still and looked at one of the concrete tiles (the playground consisted mostly of a concrete tiled flat space (and the tiles were like very rough, grainy) with a small part with sand and some trees and jungle gyms), and then out of nowhere I saw this boy from the 6th grade (so one of the eldest) stand behind me and he was looking somewhere very focussed into the distance, and it looked like he wanted to get wherever it was where he was looking and I saw his body moving into action to 'get there' but then he noticed from the corner of his eye that this little toddler - me - was in the way of his body already moving into the opposite direction of the playground and then he quickly shoved me out of the way and sprinted to wherever he was going. When I look at it now it's clear that he was obviously playing a game with his friends that he got really involved in that when he saw I was in the way he just wanted to get this 'obstruction' out of the way so he can keep in the loop of the game with his friends.
For me in that moment I had NO idea what was going on and I was just completely in shock. As I write it out, it all sounds like it was moving quite slow but me seeing him to the point where I hit the ground all happened in less than a second. I landed on the concrete tiles with my knees (I mean, what a stupid idea to have a playground made out of concrete tiles? Kids fall on it all the time) and this intense pain shocked through my body. I moved myself over a bit, still on the ground and saw that my pants had a dark red stain by my one knee and it felt wet. I cried and I cried. The teacher who takes care of us 'little ones' found me and took me inside. I was in pain, crying, confused and I was looking for some answers. Why did this happen? Why did the boy push me? Why am I in this pain? Why is my leg bleeding so bad? Why would someone want to inflict this on me? I don't understand!! As the teacher was walking me while holding my hand I was full of anticipation to get those questions answered. I was very small though and had little vocabulary so I didn't really say anything while walking/crying as I assumed the teacher would talk to me soon enough. When we got to our 'classroom' (can't really call it a classroom, it's a room full of toys and drawing/crafting stuff lol) we rolled up my pants to see what 'the damage' was and my whole knee was open, my leg covered in blood from knee to ankle. She then just pointed at the little toilet room, told me to take off my pants, showed I should sit down and gave me some toilet paper telling me to 'clean myself up'. She then left.
And so I sat there on the toilet in the little toilet room all alone, in my undies, in pain, bleeding with all the questions and no-one was telling me what was going on. As I started cleaning up the blood from my leg I experienced a sense of aloness, weakness, powerlessness, helplessness -- a victim-like state. As I dabbed the toilet paper on my bloody leg I started to 'toughen up' inside as I thought there was nothing I could do and there was no-one here to help me, I wasn't getting any wiser so what's the point? After a bit the teacher came back, and put some red stuff on my wound that was prickly, she gave me a different set of pants. She put my bloody pants in a plastic bag and told me I should take it home with me after school. We then walked back to the playground where she gave me a little push of 'off you go' and there I was, back on the playground like nothing ever happened. I walked back to the spot where I fell and there were blood stains on it. I remember them being there for quite a few days after the incident.
I wasn't told why the boy pushed me and the boy was never approached about it -- so I assumed that he hadn't done anything 'unacceptable' and that it was implied that it was my own fault that I ended up the way I did, that there was nothing wrong with the boy pusing me and my body getting hurt, but that it was 'me' that was wrong in general.
So now whenever I experience pain, a cut, a fall, whatever -- this whole experience gets uploaded into every cell of my body. Depending on the severity/intensity/element of surprise of the incident -- the experience will be more or less intense but it'll always be there. And although my whole tick bite fever incident was quite different from what played out in the memory, the pain and discomfor triggered the same experience.
Self Forgiveness and Self Corrective Statements to follow
Related articles
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