Working out in the yard this morning I realized I am delusional in thinking I can take care of everything myself. I can't. It's like Footprints. I've always been supported by spirit. My delusion is in thinking that support is gone. My delusion is believing I can isolate myself from spirit. Spirit will supply whatever I desire. I need to be more careful in my desires.
Only by closing out the world can I determine what and who I am not as a reflection or adjunct of someone else- My core beliefs and feelings uninfluenced by any outside energy.
All I know today is I made my lunch (taking care of me), it was imperative I blog today. I actually thought today was Sunday. I was excited to feel well after yardwork/hardwork.
Then the panic of my check engine light. I've never had one before. Instead of feeling relief for the warning I felt fear. The old Me would have noticed, made plans.
No wonder my parents hated and mistrusted me. I never used to experience that panic. Only living with them, giving them my energy to keep them alive until I almost died, allowed me to experience what they chose to live with everyday. And it is learned behavior. It can be unlearned. Fear and panic are only beneficial in learning situations. If there is no benefit the feelings are useless.
The shared experience and cameraderie of feelings bond people together. Emotions (energy in motion) are superglue. Social functions as events and processes seal humankind into a lump of energy. Strong emotions bond experiences and reactions together in an effort to protect us as a form of evolutionary survival skills. So shared experiences at festivals, sporting events, bars satisfy the need for belonging and feeling part of something bigger.
Only individuals breaking out of the morass can change the direction and intention of the creative energy. True creativity is lonely and isolated; the only conditions change can occur in are perceived as negative. And it's only perception. How sad and painful is it really? Only as sad and painful as the energy invested in the perception. Truly, in Buddhism the pain comes from fighting the reality and holding on to the illusion. The pain is very real to call our attention to what needs changing.
When one is in love everything good is better and everything bad is more tolerable. Why? Because emotional energy is stronger than drugs, torture, you name it. Love is the feeling of connectedness lacking in the everyday world. Hitler, Jim Jones used that feeling of belonging, longing to be a part of something bigger. We already are that in God.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Wake up Little Susie
I've wondered how men become dogs. They are raised by bitches. Sounds cold but it's true. The world will become a better place when children are raised as human beings. Parents are ill equipped and ignorant. For the first time in history the ability to raise conscious, caring, stable, capable humans is possible.
How do we get there from here? According to Dr Phil; acknowledge where we're starting from, map out the route and go. I've worked very diligently and consistently on myself and for others. Whenever a new experience comes up I've learned to think and act responsibly. Case in point, being yelled at by Josie and realizing and admitting she's puposefully tried to humiliate me. Yelling is a manipulative tool. My trained response has been to blame myself for not seeing it coming. Not being prepared for life. What my mom punished me for to "toughen me up". Bunch of bulls**t. So she added insult and injury to injury. Conditioned me to roll-over and play dead. I'm supposed to cower, apologize and do and be whatever they want.
I have to remember that if it isn't within me, it's hard to recognize in others. I keep getting fooled. I will write it a hundred or a thousand times to remember. That's what it takes to reprogram. When confused by other people's behavior it's appropriate and necessary to consider their actions and hold them responsible. The only way my life will improve is for me to improve myself.
I believe the only way children can be raised is by a village. The checks and balances of a multitude of people raising children in concert. So, we need human rights guidelines on raising caring, stable, responsible people. A foster system that fosters successful human beings.
How do we get there from here? According to Dr Phil; acknowledge where we're starting from, map out the route and go. I've worked very diligently and consistently on myself and for others. Whenever a new experience comes up I've learned to think and act responsibly. Case in point, being yelled at by Josie and realizing and admitting she's puposefully tried to humiliate me. Yelling is a manipulative tool. My trained response has been to blame myself for not seeing it coming. Not being prepared for life. What my mom punished me for to "toughen me up". Bunch of bulls**t. So she added insult and injury to injury. Conditioned me to roll-over and play dead. I'm supposed to cower, apologize and do and be whatever they want.
I have to remember that if it isn't within me, it's hard to recognize in others. I keep getting fooled. I will write it a hundred or a thousand times to remember. That's what it takes to reprogram. When confused by other people's behavior it's appropriate and necessary to consider their actions and hold them responsible. The only way my life will improve is for me to improve myself.
I believe the only way children can be raised is by a village. The checks and balances of a multitude of people raising children in concert. So, we need human rights guidelines on raising caring, stable, responsible people. A foster system that fosters successful human beings.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
BEST 4TH EVER!!
My ability has been hampered by lack of st(ability). The peace, calm and continuity so important to the healthy development of all living things was lacking in my life. I'm creating that now. I mixed up some chili, had dessert, cooked some potatoes. Said goodbye to Josie. She's said and done weird things before and I've overlooked them. For $40 and criticizing her perfect Sam she became vitriolic and unstable.
She has My frosted mirror in the family room, My clock radio in the kitchen and she accused me of screaming at her in public and embarrassing her on purpose. She wanted to go to the $tore San Carlos and I'd already been twice that week. When she broke my car door handle getting out I was seriously concerned she wouldn't be able to exit the car. She insisted she wasn't fooling around and did nothing to the handle. That comment came at me out of the blue. Then she denied it was broken and insisted she had nothing to do with it, it must have been broken before. She kept insisting while trying to open the door. I went around and opened it from the outside. She said if it was her fault to drive to a garage to fix it. (Saturday at 6pm driving aimlessly looking for an open repair shop is one of my definitions of hell.) I told her I'd have to take it the following week. I mentioned how ironic that she broke the handle when Sam did the same thing to my previous car. (I used to drive him around to Momma's and Rick's.) Frankly, I thought it was remarkable a self-proclaimed 83yr old weakling had the strength to rip out the handle. She aimlessly wandered the $tore until I was exhausted. She said to tell her how much it cost.
So after I got it fixed the following week I did just that and she went ballistic. She drew back and said haughtily "Well, I guess I owe you $40." I said no, I appreciated her offering when Sam had just laughed at me (truth) and it was only $40. She said I yelled at her in public over the ladder at Goodwill she snaked from me when I took it for pricing and she said she'd take it. That I didn't say anything immediately and brought it up later. I'd been in shock. She'd never treated me so disrespectfully before. We'd discussed it in her kitchen and I never yelled. And I humiliated her on purpose at the $tore because of the car door. She said Sam likes me and is always asking about me(yeah so he doesn't have to take her places) and I've never liked him. I told her I like him but I didn't want to encourage her after her saying he and I have so much in common. We don't. Reminds me of dad on vicodin. Wonder if she's been on medication? I know her new dentures have been bothering her. No more. Now I get Sam's disbelief in Josie having me as a friend. He knows they are not my friends. He knows she's a user like him. His teacher. Now I get his attitude towards women. It's Josie's attitude toward women. Sam's lottery prayer partner may have been his dad. I've wondered at the destruction. Accidents around Josie. My passenger lock works again. She misaligned the lock by jiggling the handle when I tried to unlock the door. She thought it was funny keeping me from unlocking it. I guess it was to punish me for not letting her in first. It's exactly how Sam broke the other car handle.
And I remembered times she'd talked to strangers in stores to embarrass me. When one time I set my wallet down to get something out of my purse and a stranger asked me if the wallet was mine, Josie said I'm always leaving my wallet different places. I thought it was merely weird at the time. But now it makes sense if she wanted to embarrass me.
So I spent the fourth watching feature films and doing what I want, when I want, how I want. Hung out at Vallco Mall in the cool when temperatures are 90-100. Walked back and forth. Ate food court. I have $ to spend for the first time in my life. That's another thing I noticed. How much gas I used waiting for her, taking her to her bank, her dentist. Trips to the $tore. She never offered gas money at $4/gal. She seemed to enjoy lagging behind and making me wait for her. No matter how slowly I went she went slower.
I watched fireworks sat-sun. Could have gone mon-tue. Decided to relax. Watched on tv Macy's Hudson river 6 barges 1/2 hr and pbs Capitol fourth.
The best ever.
She has My frosted mirror in the family room, My clock radio in the kitchen and she accused me of screaming at her in public and embarrassing her on purpose. She wanted to go to the $tore San Carlos and I'd already been twice that week. When she broke my car door handle getting out I was seriously concerned she wouldn't be able to exit the car. She insisted she wasn't fooling around and did nothing to the handle. That comment came at me out of the blue. Then she denied it was broken and insisted she had nothing to do with it, it must have been broken before. She kept insisting while trying to open the door. I went around and opened it from the outside. She said if it was her fault to drive to a garage to fix it. (Saturday at 6pm driving aimlessly looking for an open repair shop is one of my definitions of hell.) I told her I'd have to take it the following week. I mentioned how ironic that she broke the handle when Sam did the same thing to my previous car. (I used to drive him around to Momma's and Rick's.) Frankly, I thought it was remarkable a self-proclaimed 83yr old weakling had the strength to rip out the handle. She aimlessly wandered the $tore until I was exhausted. She said to tell her how much it cost.
So after I got it fixed the following week I did just that and she went ballistic. She drew back and said haughtily "Well, I guess I owe you $40." I said no, I appreciated her offering when Sam had just laughed at me (truth) and it was only $40. She said I yelled at her in public over the ladder at Goodwill she snaked from me when I took it for pricing and she said she'd take it. That I didn't say anything immediately and brought it up later. I'd been in shock. She'd never treated me so disrespectfully before. We'd discussed it in her kitchen and I never yelled. And I humiliated her on purpose at the $tore because of the car door. She said Sam likes me and is always asking about me(yeah so he doesn't have to take her places) and I've never liked him. I told her I like him but I didn't want to encourage her after her saying he and I have so much in common. We don't. Reminds me of dad on vicodin. Wonder if she's been on medication? I know her new dentures have been bothering her. No more. Now I get Sam's disbelief in Josie having me as a friend. He knows they are not my friends. He knows she's a user like him. His teacher. Now I get his attitude towards women. It's Josie's attitude toward women. Sam's lottery prayer partner may have been his dad. I've wondered at the destruction. Accidents around Josie. My passenger lock works again. She misaligned the lock by jiggling the handle when I tried to unlock the door. She thought it was funny keeping me from unlocking it. I guess it was to punish me for not letting her in first. It's exactly how Sam broke the other car handle.
And I remembered times she'd talked to strangers in stores to embarrass me. When one time I set my wallet down to get something out of my purse and a stranger asked me if the wallet was mine, Josie said I'm always leaving my wallet different places. I thought it was merely weird at the time. But now it makes sense if she wanted to embarrass me.
So I spent the fourth watching feature films and doing what I want, when I want, how I want. Hung out at Vallco Mall in the cool when temperatures are 90-100. Walked back and forth. Ate food court. I have $ to spend for the first time in my life. That's another thing I noticed. How much gas I used waiting for her, taking her to her bank, her dentist. Trips to the $tore. She never offered gas money at $4/gal. She seemed to enjoy lagging behind and making me wait for her. No matter how slowly I went she went slower.
I watched fireworks sat-sun. Could have gone mon-tue. Decided to relax. Watched on tv Macy's Hudson river 6 barges 1/2 hr and pbs Capitol fourth.
The best ever.
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