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<blockquote data-quote="Scent of Cedar *" data-source="post: 669943" data-attributes="member: 17461"><p>I love this discussion. </p><p></p><p>Yes.</p><p></p><p>We all do, Leafy.</p><p></p><p>The answer to your question about a tipping point: So, imagine the moon shining over calm waters. Now, imagine a storm blowing in. And the saying that accompanies that imagery is: "Though turbulent waters reflect disruption, the moon itself is unperturbed." </p><p></p><p>I could not find the exact quote for that one. But you see what I mean, right, Leafy? Whatever it feels like, however it looks, the moon itself is unperturbed. That is what is real. Not the disturbed, chaotic reflection, however real it may appear.</p><p></p><p>Another way to see: Eckhart Tolle (The Power of Now) would ask: Who is the one watching the glasses being put on? Who is aware of the creation of a character, a persona representing strength or wisdom or courage? That awareness, that watcher, that which sees...that is real.</p><p></p><p>That is Presence.</p><p></p><p>The Seer.</p><p></p><p>He goes on to say something like: Though the pain body seems overwhelming, I assure you, it cannot stand before the fact of your Presence.</p><p></p><p>Eckhart Tolle will be very good for you to read I think, Leafy.</p><p></p><p>You are fine, and loving, and kind. You are here with us, now. You will come through this time beautifully.</p><p> </p><p>***</p><p></p><p>I believe we all create imagery to instruct us, Leafy. If this were not so, there would be no art, no humor, no love. No mathematics. No music or literature or movies. There would be no religion; no Hero's Quest. No response to Star Wars, an epic saga of evolution of self if ever there was one.</p><p></p><p>No Dodge Ram trucks; no fashion industry. </p><p></p><p>No Wizard of Oz, and no audience for it, or for any of these things.</p><p></p><p>An artist is someone who can communicate emotion without getting in the way. Do you know what a Noh play is, Leafy. It is Japanese (I think it is Japanese). The actor wears a mask. And strives to portray the point of Nothingness; the silence between the stars.</p><p></p><p>And sometimes, if he is a very talented actor, he can.</p><p></p><p>Once we understand this is so, we can see words and images and communication itself as something other than we have believed it to be. (As turns out to be the case for pretty much everything.) Our words are the poorest of substitutes for communication. Our imagery ~ that is where we are real. That is why music can affect widely divergent populations. It is also why we need to learn to appreciate music with which we are not familiar before we can follow the magic in it.</p><p></p><p>Music is language. Math is language. Art of any kind is language. Dance. Tango, for Copa. Ballet, for me.</p><p></p><p>Rain.</p><p></p><p>Horses, and the love of them ~ that is a kind of language. Beauty and strength and speed and courage.</p><p></p><p>Your imagery is telling you what you need and then, showing you how that feels, so you can know how to be brave, and kind.</p><p></p><p>It is okay to be broken, Leafy.</p><p></p><p>That is how we grow.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>My imagery is how I know what is really going on.</p><p></p><p>:O)</p><p></p><p>It is where I write from.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>There is a difference between real and role. When I feel very safe, I let real happen. These things have to do with internal, versus external, locus of control I think, Leafy. When we are in a role (perfect mom, beautiful woman, funny lady, friendly person, angry person; nurse, teacher, doctor, homeless person) we don't really get to be there. In a role, we assess the other person's response, and give them what they need us to be. This is how we survived our childhoods. Over time, we don't know we aren't what I call real, which means present to the moment we are in. I didn't. Until role stopped working. I was no longer Perfect Mom. I didn't care enough about anything anymore to be Perfect Wife. I couldn't be Smart Lady because I felt so stupidly inept, to have raised children who suffer as mine do. It took a little courage, but I set about answering those questions. </p><p></p><p>I had to know what happened.</p><p></p><p>Was I evil? Stupid, in some way that didn't show? Had I done something horrible to my children that I had repressed? Because I was breaking open, I had to be real. There was no role that could encompass what was happening to all of us.</p><p></p><p>But what happens, if we have integrity, is that once we are real, we refuse to interact through role, anymore. This is very hard when we interact with our families of origin.</p><p></p><p>I think those traumatized routinely as children retain belief in The Magical Child. I think that is part of it. Choosing real over role is scary. Brene Brown is helpful to us, here. Eckhart Tolle is helpful to us, here.</p><p></p><p>Charles Williams' <u>Descent Into Hell</u>.</p><p></p><p>So, I need to sign off for the evening, everyone.</p><p></p><p>Copa, hello.</p><p></p><p>:O)</p><p></p><p>I miss you.</p><p></p><p>Cedar</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Scent of Cedar *, post: 669943, member: 17461"] I love this discussion. Yes. We all do, Leafy. The answer to your question about a tipping point: So, imagine the moon shining over calm waters. Now, imagine a storm blowing in. And the saying that accompanies that imagery is: "Though turbulent waters reflect disruption, the moon itself is unperturbed." I could not find the exact quote for that one. But you see what I mean, right, Leafy? Whatever it feels like, however it looks, the moon itself is unperturbed. That is what is real. Not the disturbed, chaotic reflection, however real it may appear. Another way to see: Eckhart Tolle (The Power of Now) would ask: Who is the one watching the glasses being put on? Who is aware of the creation of a character, a persona representing strength or wisdom or courage? That awareness, that watcher, that which sees...that is real. That is Presence. The Seer. He goes on to say something like: Though the pain body seems overwhelming, I assure you, it cannot stand before the fact of your Presence. Eckhart Tolle will be very good for you to read I think, Leafy. You are fine, and loving, and kind. You are here with us, now. You will come through this time beautifully. *** I believe we all create imagery to instruct us, Leafy. If this were not so, there would be no art, no humor, no love. No mathematics. No music or literature or movies. There would be no religion; no Hero's Quest. No response to Star Wars, an epic saga of evolution of self if ever there was one. No Dodge Ram trucks; no fashion industry. No Wizard of Oz, and no audience for it, or for any of these things. An artist is someone who can communicate emotion without getting in the way. Do you know what a Noh play is, Leafy. It is Japanese (I think it is Japanese). The actor wears a mask. And strives to portray the point of Nothingness; the silence between the stars. And sometimes, if he is a very talented actor, he can. Once we understand this is so, we can see words and images and communication itself as something other than we have believed it to be. (As turns out to be the case for pretty much everything.) Our words are the poorest of substitutes for communication. Our imagery ~ that is where we are real. That is why music can affect widely divergent populations. It is also why we need to learn to appreciate music with which we are not familiar before we can follow the magic in it. Music is language. Math is language. Art of any kind is language. Dance. Tango, for Copa. Ballet, for me. Rain. Horses, and the love of them ~ that is a kind of language. Beauty and strength and speed and courage. Your imagery is telling you what you need and then, showing you how that feels, so you can know how to be brave, and kind. It is okay to be broken, Leafy. That is how we grow. *** My imagery is how I know what is really going on. :O) It is where I write from. *** There is a difference between real and role. When I feel very safe, I let real happen. These things have to do with internal, versus external, locus of control I think, Leafy. When we are in a role (perfect mom, beautiful woman, funny lady, friendly person, angry person; nurse, teacher, doctor, homeless person) we don't really get to be there. In a role, we assess the other person's response, and give them what they need us to be. This is how we survived our childhoods. Over time, we don't know we aren't what I call real, which means present to the moment we are in. I didn't. Until role stopped working. I was no longer Perfect Mom. I didn't care enough about anything anymore to be Perfect Wife. I couldn't be Smart Lady because I felt so stupidly inept, to have raised children who suffer as mine do. It took a little courage, but I set about answering those questions. I had to know what happened. Was I evil? Stupid, in some way that didn't show? Had I done something horrible to my children that I had repressed? Because I was breaking open, I had to be real. There was no role that could encompass what was happening to all of us. But what happens, if we have integrity, is that once we are real, we refuse to interact through role, anymore. This is very hard when we interact with our families of origin. I think those traumatized routinely as children retain belief in The Magical Child. I think that is part of it. Choosing real over role is scary. Brene Brown is helpful to us, here. Eckhart Tolle is helpful to us, here. Charles Williams' [U]Descent Into Hell[/U]. So, I need to sign off for the evening, everyone. Copa, hello. :O) I miss you. Cedar [/QUOTE]
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