Feeling the feels and telling it as it is

This is me. Purely and completely. Raw and unedited. Beautiful and perfect, because inperfection is also perfect. My thoughts are my own, I do not wish to convert you to anything. If you think what I have to say is rubbish, you are free to leave the site. If it moves you in any way, feel free to stay.

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This is me. Purely and completely. Raw and unedited. Beautiful and perfect, because inperfection is also perfect. My thoughts are my own, I do not wish to convert you to anything. If you think what I have to say is rubbish, you are free to leave the site. If it moves you in any way, feel free to stay.

Posts tagged Spirituality
A shift

It‘s not THE shift, because there have been, and probably will be several, but this is one of the major ones.

It was not like a stroke of lightning or being touched my God‘s finger. It was subtle, but distinct. It was like a whisper that I suddenly became aware of. It arrived when I wasn‘t looking, and it didn‘t arrive when I expected it or needed it. It just arrived. It didn‘t happen alongside all the crying and wailing. It didn‘t happen in meditation (at least not this one). It just happened and I didn‘t even notice it until one evening I realized that something had shifted.

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Archaeology of the soul

Looking inward is like dusting off layers and layers of mental noise and dust with a soft brush, working my way ever further down through the traces of lives lived until I finally can unearth the pieces of the clay pot that is me. I keep brushing, slowly, until I have removed all the last remnants of sand and dirt, and the broken pieces lay before me, clean and clear and ready to be put back together.

The puzzle of reassembling that which is broken is the next natural step in the process, but something stops me from doing so. Was there a reason for breaking the pot in the first place? Did it break because it had fulfilled it’s purpose? I realise that breaking the pot didn’t truly break it, it just altered it’s form. All the pieces are now new entities, new shapes, which in themselves are perfect. The clay pot was perfect, and now the pieces are perfect. In fact, they are liberated, they no longer have to fit together to create the vessel. They are free to become new things, to serve new purposes.

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Keep calm and… squirrel!

I am a potato.

Let me explain.

I am spending significant amounts of time these days with the teachings of a couple of taoists, one of them being Alan Watts, whose lectures and writings resonate with me in a profound way. He had a very special gift of conveying spiritual philosophy in a way that made it accessible and understandable to the so-called everyday man, clearly narrated and intersped with a large dose of humour.

In his book “Still the mind” he writes about how mankind in it’s arrogance sees itself as the epitome of existence, of being the most highly evolved beings on this planet and as such in danger of loosing it’s humility towards other beings.

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Letting go

Letting go is, at least for me, one of the hardest things to do. It’s so easy to get caught up in my own perception of how things should be and forget that micro management rarely yields the desired results.

I adhere to the belief that there is a force outside of me that has the general oversight of the comings and goings in this life, but I also believe that in addition to the karmic nature of my physical existence, there is a high degree of co-creation on my side as well. This co-creation, however, only really works when I let go. I used to say that God has a wicked sense of humour, but in later years I have come to view what I interpreted as God’s funny way of teaching me a lesson, as rather the results of my attempts at micro managing my contemporary existence.

I’m spending mental time with a couple of taoists lately and I don’t know who of them it was that said it, but it was something to the effect of “you become what you are”. That sentiment gave me pause.

You become what you are.

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Am i an ape?

I suspect I‘m not alone in having a flurry of random, orphaned quotes swirling around my brain at any given moment. Some of those quotes are short lived, but some have staying power and pop up out of nowhere from time to time. You know what I‘m talking about, right?

When I was a kid I would watch movies on VHS (yes, I‘m that ancient) over and over again until I could recite them backwards, which was something I actually once took upon me to do during a particularly long and boring drive from my hometown, crossing about one million mountains, to go visit my grandparents. My poor dad, who had to listen to it, just let it wash over him without commenting. I‘m telling you, that man has the patience of all the saints in heaven combined, how he did not explode is beyond me. Maybe I‘m the reason he has high blood preassure?

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Feeling the feels

Recently I read somewhere that,

“it is both a blessing and a curse to feel things so strongly”.

Yes. This is true. I don’t know how many times I have had this exact thought run through my head.

The highs are incredibly high, the lows can be incredibly low and everything in between is incredibly profound. What saves me is that I am an optimist, through and through. My mother always maintains that she is an incurable pessimist. Well, I suppose I got all her optimism, because I am an incurable optimist. Sometimes even to my detriment, but I’d rather go down an optimist than survive as a cynic.

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