I love watching movies, I love reading, I am a half introvert half extrovert person.
I have met someone (Ben Settle) with similar personality, to adopt as a teacher. I start my day with reading his email. And I always find some way to become bigger from it.
On some level, in some aspect, you need to be the same as your teacher, or you won’t let them get through to you… My parents were both so different from me, that I learned only two sentences worth from them, both from my father.
One of his teaching was a sentence that I misunderstood for at least 50 years… until I got what he meant.
Things happen… They happen when you are young, and when you are little, a little boy or a little girl, every happening is very very very significant, and everything that happens seems to say something about you, and about your chances to make it… to live, to be well, to be loved, appreciated, considered valuable, etc.
You seem to be completely at the effect of everything and everyone, with a very limited number of moves of your own… you can cry, you can refuse to eat, you can talk, but they all seem to be ineffective: you have no power.
Then you grow up, and things still happen to you. And you still the effect… not the cause of any of it, or not much of it.
You are reduced to the one who can talk about it, but not the one who caused it, or can even contemplate causing anything.
Let’s talk about identification a little more… the identification that gives you the illusion that you are a person, but in fact it what is standing between you and becoming a person.
So what is a person? A person is someone who has a consciousness, a Self, that guides their actions, their relationship to life. When you ask: who is he? show is she? what comes up is not what they do for a living, what awards they won, how well or poorly they do their job… but something deeper and constant… They are that everywhere, on the job, in the public, in the bedroom… everywhere.
If you identify yourself with stuff on the periphery of your being, on the horizontal plane, what you say about yourself, what you want people to know is that you have won an Emmy, three time…
Or that you have had HIV for twenty years going Or that you are gay Or that you are black
And alas, it leaves you with no Self. The stuff you identify with has no consciousness, and have no defining power on your character.
Let’s do a little quiz: Which of these people/characters have a self?
I have been harping on values… and it is as if I were speaking in an auditorium where my voice doesn’t, can’t carry… there is no echo. 1
Nothing and no one indicating that they are hearing me, that they are pondering, that the question is heard and taken on as a quest to answer, to ponder, to be taken with you to sleep, to your meditation, to your walks, so you eventually come up with something you value.
Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.
Community cannot for long feed on itself; it can only flourish with the coming of others from beyond, their unknown and undiscovered brothers.
During times of war, hatred becomes quite respectable even though it has to masquerade often under the guise of patriotism.
Being able to tell the self apart from other things, the not-self. 1
You are not your feelings, not your thoughts, not your history. Not even what you do, or what you have, or what you have achieved!
I didn’t realize that this is such a big issue, collapsing all these and calling it “you”.
This is the source of unclarity, and ultimately it is the source of the delusional self and misery. Utter misery.
What am I talking about?
One aspect of clarity is to be able to tell the person from their actions. The person from their feelings. The person from their story or history. The person from what they have done. The person from everything else…
It seems that at a low level of clarity (low vibration) this isn’t obvious.