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Peter
ParticipantI recommend the book âHow to Be an Adult in Relationships: The Five Keys to Mindful Loving Paperback by David Richo
My thoughts on love
What role does love play in relationships? It sounds like a no brainer question but is it?
I have observed many relationships between two people who loved each other end, my own included, and wondered whyIf Love is all that matters, all there is, love the only reality, a stronger force than anything else⌠whatâs love got to do with it? Could it be that love sometimes requires two people to go in separate ways and if so why?
An examination of our experience of love reveals that it is a simple complex experience.
It seemed to me that part of the experience of loving and being loved involved qualities such as meaning and purpose. We want what we do, think and feel to matter and make a difference to those we love and our experience of the world. We are pushed to become.
For there to be meaning and purpose in our lives we need to add quality of responsibility, accountability, boundaries⌠to the experience of love.
Sometimes It seems to me that a relationship of love unlocks the potential being of the other but that then points them to different paths in order for their becoming and experiences of meaning and purpose. LOVE requiring a relationship to end so that both parties may move forward on their journey of becoming.
Often this happens as unconsciously and then we start to create experiences so our partner fails us in some why so that we can then move on. Maybe we cheat and force our partner to make the decision for us⌠Sometimes we have to learn the hard way… love requires that we get to be held accountable for our actions, the good and the bad (or there can be no meaning and purpose to our love)
Whatâs love got to do with it? Everything.
Love wants us to become and sometimes that means LOVE requires a relationship to change.Peter
ParticipantAfter having similar experiences and feelings I found that a great deal of it was influenced by the stories I was telling myself. I would constantly replay conversations and past memories of perceived failings, longing for do overs, if only, should have, could have, a consent stream of negative self-talk.
Of course I was aware of all the self-help advice to change the stories and think positive however I wasnât able to do that.
Like you my attempt at meditation and positive thinking would end badly as I got overwhelmed by past memories and associated negative self-talk. Worse I added the failure of not being able to create a better story or positive thinking to the list to make myself feel worse. (It occurred to me that I might be addicted to feeling bad.)
I wasnât able to replace the negative stories with positive thinking but wondered if I could just stop telling storyâs in those moments.
I set the intention to noticed when I was telling my victim or villain stories and the stop. Instead of filling the space with analyses or âpositiveâ thinking, I would take a breath and focus on doing what I was currently doing.
It was odd as I started to notice an empty space in which in which I could be a detached observer and better respond to the experience.
I had to be careful as I didnât want to become detached from my experiences or feeling and become apathetic. Itâs a difficult balance as the lure to detach fully from feeling is a temptation for me.
However by not filing every space with a stories, replays and analyses, positive or negative, it has helped in creating a space where it became possible be and not get lost in frantic inner reactions.
I still at times feel empty, lost and detached, dead to my experiences, however by stopping the self-talk and not filling the space in I am less likely during those times to use the experiences to spiral deeper into the pit, essentially beating myself up for beating myself up, for beating myself up, for feeling bad, for feeling bad, for feeling unhappy, for feeling unhappyâŚ.. (Which is what I was addicted to, feeling something by feeling bad about myself)
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ParticipantTannhauser âutterly and comprehensively destroyed the âLoving Father-Godâ archetypeâ
An archetype, among other things, represents the psychological energy behind the symbol. I note you lump Love, God and Father into one archetypal image which may have gotten in your way.Is it possible that when words like Father are connected to the experience of God that they are intended to be transparent to the transcendent, pointing to more than a reward and punishment theology.
Is it possible that it was right that your expectation of your Father-God image be destroyed, not out of bitterness, but as a door to growth?
Peter
ParticipantI have not read the book but recall an article where the letters were used as evidence that Mother Teresa had lost her faith.
Essentially the authors of the article equated doubt and the experiences of absence of G_dâs grace, love, justice, dark night of the soul if you will as the loss of faith.
Perhaps anticipating such misunderstandings a part of the reason that she wished to keep her written struggles to herself.
I disagree with the authors of that article as âfear is to courageâ as âdoubt is to faithâ. That it is in times of doubt that we exercise faith, often in the process discovering what or faith. Times of certainty does not require faith.
In her service I do not wonder why Mother Teresa experience times of absence of G_ds grace, justice, love and even doubt as to G_dâs love and goodness. Yet she continued to act and serve âas ifâ. Acting in with certain intention in times of doubt and uncertainty. That is not a contradiction.
The paradox, or is it irony, or is it miracle⌠that for many of those she served she became the experience of G_dâs presents, grace, goodness… In her experience of absence she became the experience of presents for others!
I find that amazing.
Peter
ParticipantWhen asked if he believed in God. Jung replied, âI donât need to believe, I knowâ
Iâve often puzzled over that statement of certainty made by Jung. Was Jung certain in his faith? When faith is certain is it still faith? Is there a difference of being certain and acting in the certainty of oneâs faith in times of doubt? Do we, should we act with certainty, even when we are not certain?
So many questions. What was Jungâs concept of God, faith and belief⌠what was mine?
My observations of others as they talked about god became confused as it seemed to me that they were talking about an Alien being with supernatural powers to which we must obey, worship, or else.
Reading the religious texts literally such a being did not appear to my mind worthy of worship let alone obedience. In the face of such a being we could be nothing but play things at its mercy and so like Job must remain silent in its bombast.
I could not believe, let alone have faith, in such an Alien being. Yet my inner most being would respond to the question of G_d with a yes. What did I know? Not much, doubt a constant companion, yet a inner something within answering yes.
In my religious training I was taught to fear doubt, to banish it, to deny it and pretendâŚ. But what if doubt was the door that all seekers must open and pass through. That it is in times of doubt when ones faith is discovered and exercised, open to learning better so that I might do better.
I was saying yes, but what was I saying yes to. What was my experience of G_d
Joseph Campbell study of the stories we tell lead him to an idea that the words used in myth should be allowed to be Transparent to the Transcendent. That the map is not the territory. That the word god is not God but a symbol that points to an idea, experiences, a something that is no-thing. Words as a open window that we are meant to look through and not a wall that blocks the way.
In Islam images of God are not permitted. In Judaism God is often written as G_d. In early Christianly a requirement that anything said about God must also be un-said. The intention I believe to remind those with ears to hear to look pasts the words to that which they point. We use to know this. Today I wonder if for many religious texts havenât become an idle, a graven image of God, a wall.
âItâs like a finger pointing away to the moon. Donât concentrate on the finger or you will miss all that heavenly glory.â â Bruce Lee
All words are symbols, windows, that point past themselves and when you begin to allow the words to be transparent, especially those in religious text you begin to see how they all pull in the same direction.
Each story is connected, we are all connected, all part of each other, the all that is one. The life â death – life cycle that is LIFE as it is. LIFE requiring the sacrifice of life for its becoming,
LIFE as it is, every breath, a virgin birth, sacrificed (suffering/betrayal as the moment is not meant to last), death, re-birth. LIFE as it is, LOVE, GOD.
YES
Peter
ParticipantIt is in times of doubt when we discover faith.
Fear is to courage as doubt is to faith.
Doubt is a door.
Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Abre la puerta
Her name is Hope and sheâs 12 years old,
going on 20 to life. She is god at 5 feet tall.
Abre la Puerta, open the door
and let her in, give her food.Old Florence lives in the parking garage
at the university with her bags and packs
on the floor all around and she washes
her 84 year old body in the sink at the library
with a piece of flannel from her deceased husbandâs pajamas.
Abre la Puerta, sheâs god.
Florence is God, thereâs a God named Florencia.Remember that old abuelita, your grandest grandmother?
How she staggered toward you on legs so thin?
You were just a baby then and she smiled all over your infant self
and when you rose young and steaming from the void
that was God in her abuelita form, crying with joy just to see you,
âQue, que, que babybitaâ sheâd say to you.
âOh look at you, you babybaby youâŚââLook,â says God, âshe talks.â God talks baby talk.
She opened a door in her belly for you.
Your grandmother is God. God is a grandmotherAnd you remember that red room where you grew? That was God.
And remember the warm hands that received you? That was God.
And you remember your fatherâs hands holding your face,
as though it were some kind of jewel that might break?
In that moment, he was God.Your mate who snores, well⌠God snores, you see.
Your mate is God, who can never find his socks.
And your lover who burns for things you cannot give,
that is God also.Your mate is God.
God is a housewife in mudface and hair curlers
at the door waving goodbye in a housecoat.
God wears a housecoat.And, oh, the world that is young and has loved so deeply
and been betrayed, whose skin hangs like rags
and whose arms have no muscle and whose eyes have lost luster;
open the door of your heartaches and step through the door of your betrayal.
Pass through the hole that is left in your heart.
Pass through because it is a door.
Abre la Puerta, open the door.Do you remember that your legs are el anillo, the ring that circles the lover?
Your legs make a door, pass through the door,
Abre la Puerta pass the bulb through.
Open the door, the most sacred of doors,
the trail through your belly and the road up your spine.Remember, fire is a door.
and song is a door. A scar is a door.
Abre la Puerta, open the door.The forest on fire is a door
and the ocean ruined is a door.
Anything that needs us
or calls us to God is a door.
Abre la Puerta, open the door.Anything that hurts us,
anything that needs us opens the door.
Abre la Puerta, open the door.All of these years of seeming indestructibility,
the grandfather of your world dies
and his heart explodes
and yours breaks into a thousand pieces.
These are doors. Open the doors.
Abre la Puerta. Pass through these doors.The world is a tribe of one-breasted women.
Walk through the door of the scars on their chest.
Abre la Puerta, open the door.Over the edge of the world you go,
into the abyss. You march in time.
And put the best medicine in the worst of the wounds.
Abre la Puerta, open the door.The lake in which you almost drowned, that is a door.
The slap in the face that made you kiss the floor, that is a door.
The betrayal that sent you straight to hell, that is a door.
Abre la Puerta, open the door.Same old story, all strong souls first go to hell
before they do the healing of the world they came here for.
If we are lucky we return to help those still trapped below.
Abre la Puerta, open the door.
Hell is a door caused by pain.Opening a flower, rain opening the Earth
the kisses of humans opening the heart of the world
these are doors.
Abre la Puerta, open the door.The scar drawn by razors, that is a door.
The scars that are doors are opened, are opened.
Abre la Puerta, open the door.The scars drawn by chainsaws across forests, those are doors.
The poem of new life that comes every dawn,
the soaring of sun, that is a door, the grave is a door.
The door to hell is a door.
Abre la Puerta, open the door.Your grandmother, your grandfather,
your mother, your father have died leaving a hole in your life.
Step through that hole. It is an opening.
That hole is a threshold. That hole is a door.
Abre la Puerta, open the door.
Abre la Puerta, open the door.
Abre la Puerta, open the door.Clarissa Pinkola Estes
September 27, 2016 at 7:47 am in reply to: How to practice non attachment? Advice,quotes,personal stories appreciated. #116396Peter
ParticipantI found David Richo book âHow to Be an Adult in Relationships: The Five Keys to Mindful Lovingâ
Love has many dimensions, many paths leading to the still point.
âBut what is worse, smelling the roast and not feasting, or not smelling the roast at all?â
â Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the RainâThere is no dishonor in losing the race. There is only dishonor in not racing because you are afraid to lose.â â Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
I’ve looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
It’s love’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know love at allTears and fears and feeling proud
To say “I love you” right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I’ve looked at life that wayBut now old friends are acting strange
They shake their heads, they say I’ve changed
Well something’s lost, but something’s gained
In living every dayI’ve looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It’s life’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know life at all – Both Sides, Now by Joni MitchellâThe car goes where your eyes go. The driver who cannot tear his eyes away from the wall as he spins out of control will meet that wall; the driver who looks down the track as he feels his tires break free will regain control of his vehicle.â â Garth Stein, The Art of Racing in the Rain
Peter
ParticipantThe other day I overheard someone tell another person who had suffered a theft that karma would catch up with the thief and punish them. Karma a kind of universal police force of justice punishing the wrong doer. I joked if the person wishing bad karma on the thief as a form of justice wasnât creating bad karma for themselves.
The joke begged the question:
Was Karma a force for justice, a way of balancing the score, a construct that allowed us to feel ok with the confrontation of the problem of why bad things happen to good people?
Was the idea of karma a reward punishment theology where as long as I did everything right and obeyed all the rules I would be rewarded and not punished?
I donât think Karma is about justice or reward and punishment. My understanding of observation about the concept of karma is more like the filters through which we view our experiences. (Or that limit our experiences)
I believe we become the stories we tell ourselves and our karma greatly influence the stories we are able to tell and so the experiences we have.
My own experiences has been that it is very difficult to change a story we tell ourselves about who we are. Past lives, Nature and nurture, many of the filters through which we view life through were defined and influenced before we were born, or reborn, and more often than not remain unconscious.
I wonder could the theology for reward and punishment be an example of a karmic filter that needs to be overcome.
What if the ârewardâ of good karma wasnât that only good things happen to us but that we become capable of seeing through the illusion of âthe goodâ and âthe badâ, reward and punishment, (the problem of opposites?) and doing so able to live life as it is, realizing that as it is, is good, and good, LOVE.
In your post you write about your expectation that being a good person meant that others would not disappoint you, in essence rewarding you for being a good person. (Disappointment becoming a filter shaping your experience)
I get it, Iâve been there, and it sucks.
I wonder if itâs possible to create some space and re-evaluate the reward and punishment thinking and how that filter has colored your experiences.
How would your expectations of reward and punishment been experienced by those you are in relationship with? Did they experience your love or your expectations?
What if the choices you make to be âgoodâ were made not for any expectation of reward but because they were right (as best as you know them to be) in and of themselves? Decisions made because they came from your authentic sense of self and as such reason enough?
A way of loving yourself that allows for mistakes and wrong turns with the intention that when you learn better you do better. Image living life without such self-created tensions or anxieties of reward and punishment?It is in my opinion that it is our karma, our filters, that make it difficult to authentically love ourselves and loving ourselves, love others, setting in motion the limits of our experiences.
There is a hermetic saying that as above so below, as below so above. We are influenced but also influence â the reality being that we are influenced (by our karma/filters/nurture/nature/others) far more easily then we influence.
It is my belief or maybe it is a hope, that learning to authentically love ourselves creates the space to reshape our karmic story and so create the relationships that we yearn for. A reward not for following the rules and doing everything right but because it is, life is, and we are.
Peter
ParticipantPersonally I found the âPurpose Driven Lifeâ movement unhelpful and more often than not opening the door to depression.
The problem is that when most people talk about purpose they are imagining something grand, something experienced with every breath we take… One wonders is the need for a purpose isnât a desire that what we do is be recognize by others?
The reality is that purpose like meaning is a subjective experience and not something that exists in and of itself as an measurable objective experience. We do love to measure things and you would think we would be better at it.
As Joseph Campbell put it with regards to the question of life having meaning (purpose) âEach of us has meaning and we bring it to life. It is a waste to be asking the question when you are the answer.â
As such âpurposeâ may be the experiencing and bring to consciousness our experiences as they are.
âIf you do follow your bliss you put yourself on a kind of track that has been there all the while, waiting for you, and the life that you ought to be living is the one you are living. Follow your bliss and don’t be afraid, and doors will open where you didn’t know they were going to be.â Joseph Campbell
âPeople say that what weâre all seeking is a meaning for life. I donât think thatâs what weâre really seeking. I think that what weâre seeking is an experience of being alive, so that our life experiences on the purely physical plane will have resonances with our own innermost being and reality, so that we actually feel the rapture of being alive.â Joseph Campbell
âIf you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That’s why it’s your path.â – Joseph Campbell
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