The stuff all around you. That you think is you. But is less you than the deep core of your being… see yesterday’s post! (we’re gonna need to find a word for that i guess 🙂
Sometimes it’s thicker – sometimes thinner.
Sometimes more clear. Maybe right now more murky.
Sometimes noisy – or quiet – buzzy – smooth soft flow – irritating – can be pleasing – or very in your face – drifting to the the background – jabby – ethereal…
It’s all just temporary.
Observe it. you’ll react less.
When it’s really noisy thick heavy crushing physical blinding —- like being deep in the ocean polluted pressuresqueeeezing suffocating wanna just SHOUT SHOUT and run run away tell the whole world to stop…
When it’s superuncomfy, or, in fact, anytime you like… just come to the breath.
That’s the lube – the oil – the protection for your deepcore engine. Stay with that and all of the assorted merriment and mayhem that arises in your consciousness (and unconsciousness) will find safe passage across the surface of the deep.
It might take some time. But that’s ok. Patience is learnt. Breath by tricky breath.
Hey! That noise. The sharp sound that jangled your brain and made irritation wash through your being. Did you notice how it has a trail? A tail? like a comet (ok ok I know they go the other way but for art’s sake…) Anyway… the thing. That you feel. Shock-noises are a good one to observe as they are so quick to alter what you are feeling. Well, as the sound hits short sharp gone. Notice how there’s a residual in your body. The adrenalin pulse. Like the noise stayed in you. And it’s THAT you react to. And if you allow it to irritate and start writing a story, you fuel it. Keep it rolling. And then you’re not in control of it. You give up your CHOICE you see.
But but but… if you can stay present – stay with the breath – observe the sensations – then the fuel is removed – you can observe the sensation land and then flow through and depart. And maybe it even transmutes into a pleasing wave of energy.
Doesn’t matter if it does or does not.
The name of the game is to not attach. Not write stories. Not identify SELF with what you feel and experience in the universe of your being.
So, whether thick or thin. Clear or murky.
Quiet or noisy in your head.
Tender or horrid.
Gentle or aggressive.
Your deep inner-self is just not affected. Unless you identify with it all and make it YOU and write a story and blah-di-blah.
Yep. Oil that system. By mindful breathing. In. And. Out.
And soon you’ll know, just know, that you are not that. You are something much much more special.
I look forward to finding out what that is – and then probably realising that that doesn’t even exist either.