Your soul, your spirit, knows right from wrong
If it only had an opportunity to talk to you, to be heard, you’d probably consider stopping doing the wrongs that you do, if only to have peace inside, to have less tension, to have more joy.
The two selves we all have are twins separated at birth… one grows according to DNA, the other according to outside influences… nature vs. nurture.
The further “nurture” makes the one twin (self) go, the worse the relationship becomes, the more, whenever they get to see each other, the one hates the other. Which one is doing the hating, you ask?
Quite counter intuitive, but it’s the bad self that hates the good self.
Why? There is no hate in the DNA… there may be anger, but hate is an “over time” phenomenon… not just a flare-up. You sustain it.
You hate the good one because to you it feels that it is trying to keep you from all the fun you are having judging, mooching, lazing, pontificating, pointing fingers, killing life and others’ aliveness.
You want to be right… you want to look good, you want to win, you want to dominate, you want to justify, and you don’t want to own it at all… they/it made you do it.
The further the two selves grow, the less desire to talk to each other… the louder the mind gets, the more you crave outside distraction: TV in the background, busy job, music, texting, youtube, playing games. Anything to avoid facing the good one and see the pain and innocence in its eyes.
Integrity is being true to yourself… to the DNA twin… the good one. The one you don’t even want to look at… because you don’t want to feel bad about yourself. And you don’t. You suffer either way… by the way.
The only “escape” from feeling bad about yourself is to increase your integrity, and start to be true to yourself… but that means starting on the path of strait and narrow… letting go of the little pleasures of dominating, pontificating, lazing off, pushing others’ buttons, justifying your shittiness, and wanting to win every argument.
I know one person whose integrity number is 10%. She does good work… so why is the integrity number so low?
She talks a lot. She will explain to you all the things that are right, and she will sound like an angel… But all that talk is a smoke screen: what the one self does has not connection to what she says: she talks a good talk…
What does ultimately give it away?
Really good question. She has this little laugh that she peppers her talking with. that little laugh gives it away.
Even if I could not muscle test integrity, that would show me the inner tension between the selves.
You know who else has that little laugh? My archenemy, Christie Marie Sheldon.
Not everybody has this little laugh… I have an embarrassed laugh… that is an integrity issue indicator, too.
Sometimes it is the tone of voice gives it away… you can hear the inauthenticity in that.
Inauthenticity? What is that?
Another word for the distance between the two selves is called inauthenticity: postulating/intimating one thing, being/doing another…
When you have this huge distance between the selves, you are afraid of being alone. You want to fall asleep fast. You dread a moment when your mind isn’t filled with stuff… you fall asleep at the drop of the hat… or ponder and fret over little things, big things… never allowing the two selves to meet.
You may self-medicate… you may go to the doctor to escape yourself… and you do a botched job at everything, because even paying attention, full attention to what you are supposed to do, is fraught with the danger of the two selves, accidentally, meeting.
Your TLB is 1, you are cowardly… craving companionship, shunning your own company…
Back in 1991 I signed up to a week long communication course in Georgia. They took a video of me answering basic questions about myself, my name, where I lived and with whom.
They showed our videos on day two of the course. I was appalled. I was terrified, defiant, ready to kill on that video. So that is how I am… From there it was a little bit of going deeper, and after hitting bottom, a long long way to go up and up and up… all the way of today.
My vibration was 100 then. It’s above 900 now. The “trick” was to hit bottom.
I could have run after seeing myself on that video… and someone in my group did just that… ended up in the psych ward of some hospital.
I didn’t run. I didn’t hide. It was horrible, but I didn’t die, I didn’t hide, I didn’t get busy. I stared… Hey, that is what it takes… Stay present to the ugly… stare at it… allow it to work on you… Really.
Here is a really good article for you to hear another way what I am saying… the article deals largely with the visible, the part of the iceberg that is above the water line, while I teach the “under the water line” dynamics, where you have some power…
But regardless, even though it gives you no access to effective action, it is good to know what is above the water line… so please read and enjoy.
In 1840, Edgar Allan Poe described the ‘mad energy’ of an ageing man who roved the streets of London from dusk till dawn. His excruciating despair could be temporarily relieved only by immersing himself in a tumultuous throng of city-dwellers. ‘He refuses to be alone,’ Poe wrote. He ‘is the type and the genius of deep crime … He is the man of the crowd.’
Like many poets and philosophers through the ages, Poe stressed the significance of solitude. It was ‘such a great misfortune’, he thought, to lose the capacity to be alone with oneself, to get caught up in the crowd, to surrender one’s singularity to mind-numbing conformity. Two decades later, the idea of solitude captured Ralph Waldo Emerson’s imagination in a slightly different way: quoting Pythagoras, he wrote: ‘In the morning, – solitude; … that nature may speak to the imagination, as she does never in company.’ Emerson encouraged the wisest teachers to press upon their pupils the importance of ‘periods and habits of solitude’, habits that made ‘serious and abstracted thought’ possible.
In the 20th century, the idea of solitude formed the center of Hannah Arendt’s thought. A German-Jewish émigré who fled Nazism and found refuge in the United States, Arendt spent much of her life studying the relationship between the individual and the polis. For her, freedom was tethered to both the private sphere – the vita contemplativa – and the public, political sphere – the vita activa. She understood that freedom entailed more than the human capacity to act spontaneously and creatively in public. It also entailed the capacity to think and to judge in private, where solitude empowers the individual to contemplate her actions and develop her conscience, to escape the cacophony of the crowd – to finally hear herself think.
In 1961, The New Yorker commissioned Arendt to cover the trial of Adolf Eichmann, a Nazi SS officer who helped to orchestrate the Holocaust. How could anyone, she wanted to know, perpetrate such evil? Surely only a wicked sociopath could participate in the Shoah. But Arendt was surprised by Eichmann’s lack of imagination, his consummate conventionality. She argued that while Eichmann’s actions were evil, Eichmann himself – the person – ‘was quite ordinary, commonplace, and neither demonic nor monstrous. There was no sign in him of firm ideological convictions.’ She attributed his immorality – his capacity, even his eagerness, to commit crimes – to his ‘thoughtlessness’. It was his inability to stop and think that permitted Eichmann to participate in mass murder.
Just as Poe suspected that something sinister lurked deep within the man of the crowd, Arendt recognized that: ‘A person who does not know that silent intercourse (in which we examine what we say and what we do) will not mind contradicting himself, and this means he will never be either able or willing to account for what he says or does; nor will he mind committing any crime, since he can count on its being forgotten the next moment.’ Eichmann had shunned Socratic self-reflection. He had failed to return home to himself, to a state of solitude. He had discarded the vita contemplativa, and thus he had failed to embark upon the essential question-and-answering process that would have allowed him to examine the meaning of things, to distinguish between fact and fiction, truth and falsehood, good and evil.
‘It is better to suffer wrong than to do wrong,’ Arendt wrote, ‘because you can remain the friend of the sufferer; who would want to be the friend of and have to live together with a murderer? Not even another murderer.’ It is not that unthinking men are monsters, that the sad sleepwalkers of the world would sooner commit murder than face themselves in solitude. What Eichmann showed Arendt was that society could function freely and democratically only if it were made up of individuals engaged in the thinking activity – an activity that required solitude. Arendt believed that ‘living together with others begins with living together with oneself’.
But what if, we might ask, we become lonely in our solitude? Isn’t there some danger that we will become isolated individuals, cut off from the pleasures of friendship? Philosophers have long made a careful, and important, distinction between solitude and loneliness. In The Republic (c380 BCE), Plato proffered a parable in which Socrates celebrates the solitary philosopher. In the allegory of the cave, the philosopher escapes from the darkness of an underground den – and from the company of other humans – into the sunlight of contemplative thought. Alone but not lonely, the philosopher becomes attuned to her inner self and the world. In solitude, the soundless dialogue ‘which the soul holds with herself’ finally becomes audible.
Echoing Plato, Arendt observed: ‘Thinking, existentially speaking, is a solitary but not a lonely business; solitude is that human situation in which I keep myself company. Loneliness comes about … when I am one and without company’ but desire it and cannot find it. In solitude, Arendt never longed for companionship or craved camaraderie because she was never truly alone. Her inner self was a friend with whom she could carry on a conversation, that silent voice who posed the vital Socratic question: ‘What do you mean when you say …?’ The self, Arendt declared, ‘is the only one from whom you can never get away – except by ceasing to think.’
Arendt’s warning is well worth remembering in our own time. In our hyper-connected world, a world in which we can communicate constantly and instantly over the internet, we rarely remember to carve out spaces for solitary contemplation. We check our email hundreds of times per day; we shoot off thousands of text messages per month; we obsessively thumb through Twitter, Facebook and Instagram, aching to connect at all hours with close and casual acquaintances alike. We search for friends of friends, ex-lovers, people we barely know, people we have no business knowing. We crave constant companionship.
But, Arendt reminds us, if we lose our capacity for solitude, our ability to be alone with ourselves, then we lose our very ability to think. We risk getting caught up in the crowd. We risk being ‘swept away’, as she put it, ‘by what everybody else does and believes in’ – no longer able, in the cage of thoughtless conformity, to distinguish ‘right from wrong, beautiful from ugly’. Solitude is not only a state of mind essential to the development of an individual’s consciousness – and conscience – but also a practice that prepares one for participation in social and political life. Before we can keep company with others, we must learn to keep company with ourselves.