Archive for February, 2010
I have often observed persons who have a superior intellect apply it towards diminishing others self esteem rather then uplift and support. It’s the way our whole male dominator paradigm has operated in the world for centuries and it’s my intention to challenge the way we use our minds (as does Gary Zukov, Eckhart Tolle, Carolyn Myss, Byron Katie and my current favorite, Marshall Rosenberg all do with such brilliance).
My hope is to get people to actually think about supportive dialog when interacting with others rather than the current unconscious training from which most of us speak, which is of the “divide and conquer” model. As our society teaches, winning is right, and the most important goal to accomplish. Winning is the cause of righteous self- grandiosity with little regard for the well being or nurturing of the heart of self or others.
Wouldn’t it be a rosy (or maybe a real time slap in the face) world if we actually could hear/feel how our words affect those around us? I do include myself in this by the way; I know I am far from pure and clean. I do occasionally throw the verbal dagger on purpose, but mostly jab without even realizing (as most of us do). My success with this post would come if I can assist in creating that brief pause before a person speaks, a second to re-choose words that have an arc (as opposed to a piercing thrust) during the invisible path from mouth to ear, cause a softer landing and less damage to the heart of the other person. That being said, we can’t take responsibility for how one choose to hear us, but we can be as clear and clean as possible when we speak, knowing our intentions are purely for connecting, educating, uplifting, supporting, sharing and when necessary finding a way to get our needs met that won’t jeopardize the other persons self worth.
How do we unwittingly patronize, degrade or dismiss others?
We rationalize our approach in logic and fact and believe our perceptions. We do very little listening to how our facts or opinions may effect the other. Recently I watched, Burn After Reading. In it, the wife states to the husband (in reference to him being black mailed for his memoirs), “why in the world would anyone think they have value?” Yes, it causes a laugh from the outside, as the raw, blunt honesty of her thoughts slaps him mercilessly across his already self- loathing face. For her, the confusion was true, as her respect and care for him at this point diminished to nothing. Yet, would she have hurt him (chosen that approach) to this degree if she were aware of how devastating her words sounded to his ears let alone to the ears of a passerby? If nothing at all, merely due to the selfish and fearful thought of how others would perceive her? Perhaps that’s the one instance where grace and ego can actually serve each other. If she thought for a moment her words were over heard by a stranger, would she have said them?
We’ve been taught that to hate upon the self (or to give a cold honest opinion to others) is the key to self-awareness or “perfection”, if you will. Yet, I dare ask, how is it possible to pick on, belittle and criticize while never allowing the human attributes of compassion, gentle communication, loving connection and guidance be felt for the self and others and yet expect the end result to equate to perfection? What an oxymoron. Isn’t “perfect” really an opinion anyway and a reflection of an individuals value system? What I deem as perfect for me, may be true (but really just a mind training I’ve bought) but to apply that to others is just a form of narcissism (an exaggerated sense of self importance) isn’t it? I learned this with the most non-consequential of examples.
We are taught as women to wear our nail polish (and wear it we must if we are to be considered a woman of status) without chips, makes sense, right? The chipped and tattered nail is often associated with the unkempt and unclean, perhaps even the street -walker types. I agreed fervently. Until I met a girlfriend, an artistic old soul whose passion for God and beauty, whose sustained belief of man as beings of light, regardless of their unconscious actions, wore chipped nail polish… on purpose. She felt it was (quite simply put) cool. With this, I have grown exponentially in my judgment of what perfection really is anyway. One person’s or maybe one organization’s thought (generally with a self serving agenda) pushed upon the human race so strongly (via media, which generates peer pressure, yes, even upon the adult population, I mean, look at UGGS, could they have ever become “hip” otherwise?) that we’ve all slowly started to accept the views of others over (or as) our own. Thankfully my girlfriend has maintained a strong connection to her artistic self and hasn’t fallen into the trap of the group mentality. Thankfully, I was wise enough to respect her own wisdom and allow it to chip away at my idea of what perfection really means.
To bring this to the basics, why do we want to be viewed as perfect? We believe that if we are perfect, we will get all the love and support, understanding and compassion we desire, yet without providing it to the self first, it will never be given by other’s. That’s what the mirror theory is all about, we teach others how to treat us. How we talk to self, the vibration of who we are exudes out to those around us. They pick up on that self talk, on the invisible realm we have termed, someone’s “vibe”.
Hence the adage, you can’t truly love someone else until you love yourself. How we talk to the self is how we talk to others. Want to know what you think of yourself? Look and listen. Do you ridicule, complain and feel like a victim to the circumstances of your life or do you explore, seek to understand and view challenges and heartache as gifts from the universe that provide you with an opportunity to learn and grow? Neither is wrong, but my guess is, one will provide you with a more enjoyable or in the very least, compassionate viewpoint of life. I was raised in an environment of great sorrow, repression and pain. It’s what I knew and spoke for the first forty years of my life. I write these words due to the trial and error of seeking inner peace. I am far from the “enlightened” status of the master and teachers before me but then again, perhaps my idea of enlightenment equates to perfection and if so…who am I to judge what that looks like and really what does that mean? Acceptance of self seems to be the key factor in achieving perfection.
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this is a link to a podcast, On this show, with host, Mark Christopher Nelson, myself and friend and healer, David Elliott are being interviewed about the different elements of psychic and healing modalities.
I met with a man today who felt guilty because he’s turning twenty and believed it’s time to now grow up. HA, what does that mean? I asked. He didn’t know exactly. I pointed out the fact that he had a job (for the last 5 years with same establishment), was going to school, with an agenda. He had a goal. He wanted to be a counselor for high school kids. He wasn’t meandering about without purpose. He had a future vision of himself that he was making steps towards fulfilling. I then asked, do you feel like a child inside? Yes, was his reply. I asked do you suppose you’re still having fun and playing at life a bit? Yes! he said again. I said, GOOD. Keep playing and setting an example for the rest of us.
Life doesn’t have to mean struggle. He equated growing up with being serious. Is it necessary to be serious in order for life to have purpose or deep meaning? Can we learn through play? Isn’t that how it all begins for us as children? We use play and imagination to learn and grow. Why does that need to be eradicated as we age?
We as a society have standards that often repress and control our natural enthusiasm and subdue our approach to life. We then exchange play for the need to be seen as perfect. Perfect must mean powerful whereas play and making mistakes equates to disapproval. What’s sad about this is that we make disapproval MEAN SOMETHING. Generally it seems to mean, “I’m no good”. We use another persons lack of ability to play mean: were bad. How ironic. We take their serious approach to living mean they are better, more responsible and grown up. I think another perception could be, scared and inflexible…wanting to be seen as perfect!
If this young man carries courage to view himself from a lens of acceptance, he might just be able to play his entire life and that in of itself, seems like a successful life. Please, don’t grow up and become serious my dear friend, just continue doing what you’re doing, be brave and show us how to play, how to laugh, how to have fun living.
Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.” -Picasso