crystalicdream
Padawan Learner
Michael BC said:Like a fish who knows nothing about water, such a person actually knows nothing about self worth no matter how much others point out the opposite, no matter what feedback they get from the surrounding world, and without great effort of will, can find no internally generated means of transcending this reality. It seems to me that the fear of posting is the resistance of the Predator’s Mind to the potential of us escaping this fate at this time. Like most self perpetuated horrors, the wounds of shame and self disgust are ‘familiar’ and ‘comforting’ for they are self confirming and known. They are easy – beating oneself up, blaming oneself, self hatred, etc - these are intimate, much loved friends in the dark. They were taught young and learned so deep that they have become the only known reality for that person. The learned survival tactic was to invent self importance through fantasy and a kind of fake will that stretches a mirage of confidence and worth across the wound. So putting oneself at risk of not being that clever, or aware, or able to turn a phrase, or whatever it is the voices within suggest – of being found out as the mediocre, frightened, damaged creature one is - simply can’t be risked! Of course that is exactly what one needs to risk. Of being mirrored, of seeing oneself with all one’s warts and welt marks throbbing and learn that you can survive the experience (I think of the image of the part of Voldemort’s soul hidden under a bench in the final Harry Potter movie, grotesque, red raw and cowering – I remember upon seeing that the first time I thought instantly ‘that’s me!’)… but instead we say No, no,… much safer to keep saying ‘I’ll post some day soon’ or ‘I’m not worthy’ or ‘I’m not ready yet’!
Of course we are not ‘worthy’ or 'rady yet' otherwise our actions would mirror our thoughts – but we can at least try harder at working to become so, and its deeds of effort that matter not the false chains of comfort that bind us. This forum is about the deed of sharing words as deeds and of making that act a sacred one – imbued with compassion and trust and honesty and above all courage. Pick up thy bed and walk! That’s what we have to do as individuals. Risk the shock of being seen! Do what Gurdjieff instructed – seek out uncomfortabliity, use shock as a means to rebirth. For those of us with the wrong kind of water, we need to raise the stakes of the need. We need to see the water as our enemy – that if we don’t get out fast, the water will drown us! We need to grow some lungs and crawl out onto the mud, gasping and risking; to go beyond our comfort zones and our familiar reflexes and force ourselves to do what does not come as naturally as it does to some others.
This really speaks to me a lot, and not only because I love water and am a Pisces. :D
But you are right, this really seems to be the Predator’s mind working within me as well. I can feel it, that whenever I think of posting something, it is like an urge or voice whispering to me that what I do is useless anyway, so why even try? I also have the disposition to beat myself up, blame myself and especially hating myself – and no matter what I do, if I even try to shake away all of these, they come back with even greater force. I have a best friend who at least tries to help me fight this self-hatred, but I realize that even so, it is me who also needs to fight. No outside help will bring anything unless I myself am willing to change this.
As for the Predator’s mind within me, I get the thought in my head that “even if I were to help and participate here, what use would it be to others? What if I would hinder them? I am not one of the chosen people anyway.”
And then I would always see this one image in my mind - in Biology, they once were killing a whole bunch of mice off because they didn't have the means to keep them any more. And I saw myself in these mice and the utter hopelessness. They had no means of escaping this. They were used in experiments and could not stop it, even if they wanted to. They could not prevent being killed. And whenever I remember seeing this, the thought that crushes me the most is "and just like these mice, humanity will not be able to escape from the Predator." But I do not want to think that - there simply must be a way out, there must be!