It got me three days to read all 17 pages of this thread but it was definitely worth it. There is so much information here, and it helped me tremendously.
I'm in my early twenties and I was single practically my entire life. When people asked me that question before I had started the Work, my answer went often along those lines: "I have bad luck. The ones I wanted did not want me, and the ones that was interested in me I wasn't interested with". I looked at my friends, who was in long term relationships and I envied them. I thought that even when they aren't always happy they still have someone with them. Someone, who wasn't maybe perfect, but who nevertheless loved them. I wanted someone like that, too.
I ''loved' only three people.
The first one, a boy (one year younger than me) I met when I was fifteen. When I saw him for the first time it felt like being struck by something so powerful... I didn't even have a name for it. And by the time I know him a little better I was sure that we have a deep psychic connection. I felt like I know him from somewhere, like I met him before. There were a lot of weird synchronizations between us. Sometimes, he behaved like he could hear my thoughts. So I was convinced that we are meant for each other. But when I confronted him year later, when I told him about my feelings... he broke my heart. He told me he like me but that's all. Obviously I couldn't hate him for that, for not reciprocate my feelings. So I continued to love him silently for the next couple of years (we were going to the same high school and I saw him almost everyday - my feelings for him weakened a bit only after I finished it).
The second love of mine was much more complicated. It was son of my mother's best friend. A man nine years older than me, someone I know almost my entire life. But I began to notice him only after I grew up a little, somewhere around my thirteen or fourteen year I suppose. I never had a proper male influence in my life, not to mention a man's attention or affection, so when he began to show them to me I was in seventh heaven. He gave me his time, he listened to my stories and troubles. And I started to see him like some sort of a friend, brother and a father figure in one. I didn't think about him in romantic terms until I was at least eighteen/nineteen, even though I suspected he cared for me in that way since my fifteen/sixteen year. After that I told myself I want to be with him. Because I knew he would never hurt me, and he will never do anything against my will. I knew that he would cherish me. But in the end it didn't work out. I was waiting for him to do the first step - I was rather afraid to be honest with him, and I was afraid of being rejected because at that time I didn't really trust anyone and had really low self-esteem - but he didn't. Later it was implied that I was too much of a mystery to him and he couldn't really understand me. He knew a lot about me of course, but what he didn't know was what I wanted. Well, no wonder, because I didn't know that either. Not really. Not long after, he met a woman his age, less 'mysterious' then me, I guess. Of course his decision hurt me and I was feeling hurt for quite a while. I was sick of hearing about them being together, about how content he was in this relationship and I was feeling pleased every time I heard he was being unhappy with her, or tired. I was feeling satisfaction when he couldn't take his eyes from me, even though she was in the other room talking to his brother. Yes, I was horrible and egoistic.
The third and the last person, who received my affection was a woman my age. And she was the only one I had some sort of relationship with. The only one with whom I was even vaguely intimate. Funny, but I didn't have a problem with her being woman, even though before we met I was only attracted to men. Nevertheless, the relationship ended after two months. We were so different it was a surprise we even started it.
So, that's my story. Pretty pathetic, right? I told myself that I loved them, but the truth is I didn't. I wouldn't recognize true love even if it bit me on the nose. In the first case, it was all in my head. I thought I know the guy, but I was simply lying to myself. I didn't know him. And because of that I couldn't truly love him. In the second case I didn't love this man either. I was clearly thinking only about myself, about my needs. I wanted his love and affection and wanted to see myself in his eyes.
In the third case, a chose a woman because I thought (albeit subconsciously) it would be easier. Because I had problems with men. I didn't how to handle them, how to be natural around them. I was quite scared of them actually. That's why I was never intimate with any of them. Well, given my childhood it wasn't surprising. With my father being an alcoholic. With mother telling me constantly that men are bastards. With all those divorces around me. With hearing about fathers of my friends, who were cheating on their wifes, sometimes even beating them. Almost every one of them being alcoholic like my father.
Of course I knew than not all men are like that. But because I haven't had any male role-model in my life, approaching them was always quite frightening. Plus, deep down I was convinced that the majority of men are shallow; interested mostly in outward appearance. And although I met a few ones who wasn't like that, I still was stressed out about this issue.
But in spite of my experiences, I wanted to have a real relationship with someone. To love and to be loved.
About one year and a half ago, few months after I discovered Cassiopaean Experiment I had a dream that I couldn't forget about. I have a lot of really amazing dreams, very vivid, colorful and very symbolic, and I have them almost every night; but sometimes one of those dreams totally shake my world, so to speak. This one was like that.
A brief summary: In this dream I met a guy, who was like no one I have ever met. He had interesting physique, but it was his eyes and something about him I couldn't really put my finger on that got me interested. He was looking at me almost all the time and I couldn't understand why, surely there were a lot of women more interesting then me. It was flattering, of course, but then I forgot about him for a time being (I was at work). Then, I finished what I had to do, and for some reason I was feeling very happy. I felt this outburst of energy and I started to swirl around holding hands with my female colleague and laughing happily. I was quite stunned when this man joined us. So, three of us were holing hands, laughing and swirling. There was field of green grass beneath our feet, the sky was clean blue and I felt warmth of sun on my skin. It was perfect. After we finished swirling, my co-worker was gone and only I and this man remained. I lay on the grass, looked at the sky and I spoted a key of birds flying, and when I looked at the man again, he changed a bit. He had white, silk scarf wrapped around his head, similar to turban, and his lips were incredibly red. There was something almost woman-like about him, but he still gave off the same manly vibes. He smiled at me, lay on the grass as well, his arm touching mine and I started talking. I didn't know what was wrong with me. I had never been so honest in my entire life. And with a stranger, no less! I talked about my programs, my issues, my fears and he listened quietly. Heat spread from where his arm was touching mine. The kind of heat when one is doing or receiving reiki treatment. It melted all my fears.
In my last vision I saw us walking side to side and holding hands, being together. And when I finally woke up I felt such a tremendous sense of loss I couldn't help but cry.
From that moment, my thoughts about how relationship should look like have changed. I knew I met the man I want to spend my life with. And I swore to myself that if I wouldn't meet him him in this lifetime, then so be it. I will remain single.
Later, I read a book of Robert Bly, "Iron John: A Book About Men" and it made me realize that if I truly want to meet that man of mine, I must change myself first.
This song of Muse really illustrate it perfectly:
"You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You could be the one I'll always love
You could be the one who listens to my deepest inquisitions
You could be the one I'll always love
I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before"
Still, even though I knew I must change I lacked knowledge how can I do it, what to do exactly. And finally I've received a major push and began networking.
And I found this thread and had it answered.
Paradigma said:
According to your suggestions to read ISOTM for a deeper understanding I finally bought a copy of it and it's quite amazing how deep it gives an insight to a man's being...
I've got to admit that I'm just halfway through but reading about
internal and external considering I realised a lot of that process in myself and due to my latest experiences with "falling in love" with a girl and having hardly any chance at all it gave me a hard time thinking about that topic.
Ouspensky / Gurdjieff]"After general forms of identification attention must be given to a particular form of identifying said:
Only if you had developed that part of yourself who could recognize him/her. If one's programs are running, then one almost always likes what one's essence does not like. Think about that - it is a horrific thought and happens all day long, every single day, all over the planet - resulting in suffering all around. Until one begins to know oneself, how can they possibly know who they might love?
If one has nothing to give - no true, real, part of themselves that has developed - then how can they possibly recognize and attract the person they will objectively love?
anart said:
The alternative is to move from one fake relationship to another, with nothing to truly give because you have nothing real inside you. The alternative is to move from one feeding situation to another, building your false self, hurting your real self, the entire time while you dream you are loving when you never even approach love's doorstep. I cannot imagine a more horrific existence.
To stop - to gain perspective with an understanding that one cannot give love until one has something to give - some self-knowledge - some self - is to act consciously. To love is to know - without knowledge one cannot love and I think Puck's post is an example of beginning to understand the monumentally negative ramifications of mechanical attraction and 'love' on oneself and others.
fwiw.
When you finally can love the Universe, AS IT IS, it will then send its representative to you, the perfect embodiment of the Universe's love for you..." Laura Knight-Jadczyk
Thank you. So much...