Let’s talk about fear….

Why?

Because fear seems to me to rule our lives.

In every way.

I would argue that almost every decision I have made in my life has been driven/chosen via fear. Certainly, this may not be the case for everyone. But, in my view, I suspect it is true for most of us.

It has been said that every choice that we make is either driven by pleasure or pain – moving towards what we want or moving away from what we fear.

In my case, it has been more about avoiding what I fear more than seeking what pleases me.

The reason I am taking this tack today is because, in my view, this matter is often glossed over and the hard discussion around things that we do not want to discuss is all too often avoided. So, I am going to have this discussion in the interest of being open and, also, if anyone else ever gets to read this, to see if anyone else feels/thinks the way that I do.

In recent times, as I have pondered the reasons and/or decisions that have led me to where I am at in my life today, I have increasingly beat myself up for making bad decisions. I understand that there is no real upside to beating myself up endlessly but I wonder whether it is possible for me to make different decisions or whether it is too late for me to make decisions that can actually change the way that my life plays out. As I have only a few years left, I suspect that it is too late for many changes to actually affect the outcome as I have lost the advantage of time. In fact, I ask myself almost every day, if it is too late to make any significant changes in my life or if this period of my life coming up is already cast, based upon earlier decisions in my life. That, inevitably, leads to the “Is there any point in trying?” question.

So, what has this got to do with fear? Good question. Perhaps I have strayed a little from my original premise – most of my/our decisions are motivated by pain avoidance rather than pleasure seeking.

What I propose to do right now is look at some of my “bad” decisions – those that did not serve me, long-term – to see what motivated me and then, to ascertain what was the primary motivator – pain or pleasure.

So, decision one, the decision to smoke. What led me to decide to smoke and why, after hundreds of attempts, I continued to do so. Now, that is a powerful one because any thinking human being would understand that, long-term, there is no upside to smoking yet, I continued for many, many years. I suspect that the initial decision to smoke was motivated by wanting to look cool and grown up – this may come as a surprise to younger readers but, when I was growing up, it was considered cool to smoke. In fact, in those days, tobacco companies advertising was largely directed at younger people trying to make them feel cool and grown up. Anyway, they convinced me!

Once I started smoking, I found it almost impossible to stop and I continued for 40 years, despite having promised myself hundreds, if not thousands, of times, to stop. I rarely lasted more than a few days. On a few occasions I lasted a year or more but always came back to it. One has to wonder why? Why would I revert to a habit that was obviously extremely bad for my health after I had been free of it for a long period of time? Obviously, something in smoking convinced my mind that there was a positive aspect to it – somehow, it served me – either by giving me pleasure or reducing my pain!

So, apart from smoking, over the years I made many decisions that did not serve me yet, at the time that I made those decisions, they obviously served me in some way or I would have made a different decision!

Then there is the argument put forward by various commentators such as do-gooders, self-help/motivational gurus, psychologists etc. that we actually have “choices”! Of course, path A or path B could be seen as choices because different people choose different paths but, do we really have a “choice” at the time that we made that decision? I would argue against. If the choices that we make are predicated upon our genes, our past, the society in which we live, the sum total of the experiences that we have, then it would appear to me that the only “choice” we had was the one we made.

Having said that, the “path” to making “better” choices [i.e choices that are good for us] may be built upon choosing to have different experiences by reading different books, learning different habits, having different experiences, learning to think differently, hanging around with different people and so on. If that is the case, then perhaps, over time, we can learn to make different choices.

That means that there is no need to “beat myself up” for the choices that I made in the past – I was simply doing the “only” thing that I could based upon my prior experiences and anyone with same genes, same society, same experiences would have made the same choice as me at the time.

It would appear that I have strayed a little from the original supposition about fear but that is not the case – I would argue that almost all decisions are based more upon the avoidance of pain [fear] rather than moving towards pleasure but, sometimes, this can be difficult to distinguish.

“Why are we here?”- part 2

Well, here we are again. Did you get to “ponder” on the question “Why am I here?”

Presumably, this is not the first time you have wondered.

“My job here is not to give you answers – I don’t have any – all I am doing is pondering on alternatives in the hope that I won’t go “crackers” before I die.”

“Awakenings” is just that – my journey of awakening and the thoughts that cross my mind as I ponder on the meaning of life, the meaning of my life and, just as importantly to me, what changes, if any, can I implement to change my “state” in a healthy way.

Obviously, my “state” is largely a “feeling” place and, as discussed in earlier blogs, the conclusion that I have drawn is that my “feelings” flow largely from my thoughts although, some of those feeling may be flashbacks to prior events and not actually require a thought to burst forth.

So, back to the question “Why am I here?” There are thousands of answers to that question so we can be sure that no one actually knows and, worse still, there is no actual way to validate/prove a supposed answer so, truth be known, we will all die in the dark anyway. Having said that, as we are “meaning making machines” and consciousness requires that our lives have meaning, there may not be anything intrinsically wrong with us having an answer to that question as long as it serves us and the rest of the human race.

If our only reason for existing is to throw our genes into the pool, then having a reason to live beyond that point becomes somewhat superfluous, doesn’t it?

And, if we don’t have kids? May as well end it now!

So, it appears that the quest for meaning serves other purposes as well and, it would appear self-evident to me, evolutionary development has to fit in there somewhere. No gene evolves with any purpose other to make one “fitter” for survival! Having said that “gene expression” is a slightly different matter but, underlying this “expression” is the desire to get laid and propagate although, as we get older, the desire to get laid reduces but the gene expression does not – seems something of an anomaly to me.

So, let’s explore some of the obscure [in my view, anyway] views and to why we are here:

  • “To entertain God?” – this is not exactly as it is quoted in texts but, basically, we are here as “playthings” of God. He sent himself to Earth, deliberately erasing his memory of who he is [because, if he remembered who he was and could create anything instantly, how could he “experience” anything?] Our job, then, is to have these “experiences” that, he God, can’t have – e.g. pain, sorrow, fear, longing, loneliness, loss etc. etc. so that”he” can get to “feel”. Now, I don’t want to be too aggressive in my disdain for this line of thinking but remember this is the God who loves us, wants only the best for us, created us in his own image and sent us down here to go through all this crap just so he can “feel” something that a God cannot feel because he is all powerful. Just doesn’t seem to cut it with me!
  • “To work our way back to God” – now this one does my head in as well. This is the Cristian one. God creates man in his image, put him in paradise with Eve but asks him not to eat form the “tree of knowledge” – yeah, God loves us but doesn’t want us to have knowledge! Anyway, Adam is tempted, you know the story, so God has to send his son down to save us from sin so that we can be reunited with God [our father]. In the meantime, before all of this happened, no human could be saved so millions, perhaps hundreds of millions died and went to hell [eternal damnation]. Well, that’s a doozy, if ever I heard one!
  • How about the spiritual “Conversations with God” series and the answers God gives to the author of these books? To me, it is all “more of the same – basically. I am “not holding my tongue right” and, until I do, I cannot get what I want!

There just has to be a better reason to live! As I said, I am actually not sure what it is, but I am totally sure of what it is NOT – all of the above. Somewhere, in the middle of all this, finding a “reason why we are here” that serves us, must be of evolutionary value and enhance the quality of our lives and, if part of why you have “meaning” is your connection to family, then your reason for being here may cover more that just “you” and that is perfectly valid. In fact, this reason for being here may serve an evolutionary purpose which could extend far past just propagation, so likely be in the “short list” of good ones.

This topic is so important that every philosopher has attempted to answer and there is so much stimulating reading about it, it could be an extensive investigation on your part to ascertain which, if any, rest well with you.

Having said that, if you already have a view, dare I suggest that, at this stage, instead of defending that view, have a look at some others to see how they feel.

Resources are endless – here are a couple of good ones:

Why am I here?

“Why am I here?”

The million dollar question……

The ONLY question……

So, having asked the question, the only question that matters to each and every one of us [whether or not we care to admit it], I have to ask “What is the point of me waxing philosophical and meandering on about this?”

Well, here’s the point, in my case, writing helps me process thoughts, helps me draw conclusions, somehow elucidates my journey. Reading and meditating can do the same things, of course.

As I have mentioned in a previous blog, a friend of mine, Amir Zoghi, has said that men are meaning-making machines. He also said that the only meaning that anything has is the meaning that we attach to it. In other words, all meaning is nothing but our personal view on what it means. Whilst some individuals may agree with our view of the “meaning” of a particular event, many others would attribute a very different meaning to the same event/occurrence.

And this is the challenge of it all, the reason for our confusion, the reason for our lack of tolerance of others and, dare I say it, the reason for our “fear”.

What do I mean by “the reason for our fear?” I hear you say. I’m actually not sure but it appears to me that, when we act intolerantly of someone else’s view, we are acting from a place of fear.

In my case, anyway, I think that, when I centre myself and track down internally what is happening to me and track the feeling back to the thought that triggered it, it seems to me to be fear. Of what am I afraid? That I am not good enough or something like that. I suspect that I have tried to develop a framework from which to live my life and, when someone questions it or [in my internal view] attempts to invalidate it, I feel fear and my response can be any one of a number of things – withdrawal, shut-down, anger.

Now, as I analyse these things happening, it does appear to me to stem from this whole “meaning” thing.

So, what would it mean if I didn’t attach meaning to anything?

Would it be possible to actually do this? Given that I have spent my whole life attaching meaning to everything, is it possible to let go of my “attachment” to the meanings that I have given to all of the events of my life?

I suspect not. I do know that some people appear to have largely overcome the issue of attaching meaning to everything and have learned to simply be present to the moment and simply accept “what is” but, I suspect the truth is that it is a very small number of people, overall.

Perhaps, some Buddhist monks and other drop-outs. Perhaps some of the “gurus” we see and hear about but, overall, I suspect it must be a very small number of people because it seems to me to be so hard to do.

Now, just because I think it is difficult, does not actually mean that is the case but I dare you to do so. I dare you to have some shitty [which is simply validation that you attached a meaning to something by labelling it as “shitty”], thing happen to you and simply accept it and not label it!!

Yes, it’s really tough, isn’t it?

Not sure where this ramble is leading but I think this is, somehow, a continuation of my post about “The Human Condition”.

Yes, in my view, this need to attach meaning to everything, this need for “order/understanding” in our life, is fundamental to the reason we are so miserable, the reason that we live so “unconsciously, the reason that we treat each other and ourselves so badly.

If one investigates various views as to “why we are here?”, there seem to be numerous answers. Many of them, of course, come from religions and, as you would expect, they’re “reason for being” is largely to answer this question, nothing more, nothing less. Human beings have been looking the “the” answer to this question since we became “conscious” so many have attempted to answer it. Of course, there are numerous variations to this question: “Why is this happening/why is that happening?”; “Why do bad things happen to good people?” etc. etc.

And, over the eons, the answer largely came from the “enlightened” ones, the priests, the religions etc.

Mere plebs [presume you know what this Australian slang word means? Well, it actually came from the Romans] like us had to depend on someone smarter, holier, more blessed than us to come; more “connected to the king/emperor/pharaoh [in a nutshell, more “important” than us] up with the “divine” answer.

If I was “created” by something/someone/Universe/Supreme Consciousness/whatever, why would they not let me know why I am here rather than create some elusive, paradoxical trail to find the answer to the “only” question that actually matters?

And, if that question doesn’t matter, how can anything else matter at all?

So, I might finish off today’s meandering and leave you to ponder this question.

I will be back tomorrow to describe some conclusions that I have drawn about this and similar questions. Until then………………………

“I think, therefore I am” or should it be “I am, therefore I think?”

And what does “thinking” mean?

The original Descartes “I think, therefore I am” [Cognito, ergo sum] statement, is allegedly, a significant philosophical moment in the history of mankind. Perhaps, at the time he wrote it [circa 1637], there was some doubt or confusion about our very existence. In truth, I have not got a clue but, let me tell you, without a doubt, I believe that “I am” and also hold that almost without exception, so does 99.9% of the human race!

To think that I do not “exist” and that this is all some sort of cosmic dream, some sort of delusion is, in itself, delusional. I sometimes wonder how philosophers and other gurus get away with the bullshit they feed us!

I know, if we contemplate things, ad nauseum, particularly in this age of quantum physics, which says our universe is not actually real, it is possible to get carried away to the extent that we can pretend that we are not real but, get a grip, we are “real”. We exist. In the only universe that we know, the one we are in, this 3-dimensional inverse with both time and space.

I am not here because “I think” – I am “here”, in this physical universe and, as a result of my human existence, I “think”.

So, here am I, a mere peasant in the scheme of the philosophical universe, who calls them out with their bullshit!

I dare you to read this and disagree with it!

So, let’s take “thinking” to the next level/levels:

  1. What is it?

So, what is “thinking”?

Good question.

When we are “thinking”, all sorts of things are happening, perhaps differently for some of us [or each of us]. If we sat down and recorded, word for word, every single thought that crossed our mind, what would it look like? For example, does the “thinking” [i.e. each word that crosses our mind] differ for the sequence of words that cross the mind of, say, an artist, a musician, a Buddhist monk, someone successful or an athlete? How could we ascertain this? As we cannot record our thoughts directly [as far as I know], how could ever actually work out what “thinking” looks like?

Furthermore, is “thinking” merely this sequence of words that flash across our mind or is it more than this? How we “feel”? The pictures we see in our mind? The reversion to earlier thoughts and/or feelings from childhood or previous experiences?

How does  Einstein or Hawking think? How does Elton John or Beethoven think? How did Michelangelo “think”? What do they think?

  • Why do we do it?

Presumably, the fact that we “think” [as opposed to what dogs or apes do] has something to do with survival. Evolutionarily speaking, everything happens in an effort to help the species survive. For no other reason. That may not be correct but it is my understanding of evolution. So, if this is the case, “thinking” serves to help  our species survive – somehow, it makes us “fitter” [in the “survival of the fittest” sense].

So, please explain how my depressive thinking, my depressive/suicidal thoughts advance our species? Or am I one of those genetic failures, just a by-product of millions of genetic variations and others, without my depressive predisposition will survive and my line will fail? [Now, that is depressing?]

Or, does my predisposition to depressive thinking allow other variations in future thinking/genetic outcomes etc. so, in fact, even our sad, depressive thoughts actually contribute to positive evolutionary outcomes? As an example, some wonderful music, art and literature have come as a result of depressed individuals. Is there something significant here?

As an aside, you may find this article on creativity and addiction of interest: https://www.recoveryranch.com/?s=creativity+and+addiction

  • What is its’ value to us, in an evolutionary sense?

Continuing from my observations above, what is thinking’s value to us? Apart for the evolutionary aspects briefly touched upon above, what are the benefits that we receive from “thinking”? Now, before we go any further here, let’s clarify, in this context what I mean by “thinking” as it applies to this question. I am not talking about just the repetition of words going through our minds as thinking. I actually think that just happens to all of us as a matter of course. In using the word “thinking”, I am referring to a “process” that includes observing the “words” that cross our mind, observing the “feelings” that these words create [by feelings I mean the feelings in our body – I suspect all “feelings” are “felt” in our body but am open at this stage as to whether that is actually correct in 100% of cases], our “ponderings about these words, our “questioning what they represent, why we are having them, their affect upon our feelings and, most importantly, whether I can change how they make me feel or what they mean. This is “thinking: in the sense that we are different than other animals.

Who thinks? [By that, I mean, “does everybody think?”] – I suspect that everybody thinks they “think”. Regurgitating my comments above, the question is ‘is all of this “thinking”? perhaps, it may be better to phrase it a different way – there are different types of thinking and, perhaps, if we think of it that way, we may be able to differentiate between thinking that does us no good and thinking that enhances/improves our about to have a better quality of life and/or survive better. For example, can we develop a type of thinking that gives us more or better answers to the questions and dilemmas of life? If so, then, of course, developing that type of thinking ability would be desirous. Perhaps, some of the “guru” stuff we read about or see on the internet encompasses techniques to help us do that. It would appear that meditation appears to help one to be less stressed and better able to cope with some of the challenges we face in our day-to-day life. Of course, what some of us see as challenges, others see as trivialities, so developing the type of thinking that sorts real challenges from trivialities would be useful as well.

To date, I have not come across a lot of material that focuses on this or any material with scientific validation about “better thinking” [by “better” I mean that it serves us better, allows us to adapt and lead better, happier lives].

  • What different types of thinking are there?

These questions do overlap it appears but, nonetheless, worth exploring individually, I hope.

So, what “types” of “thinking” are there? I don’t want to get into any type of judgement here, just trying to determine if there are different ways to “think” and how I may develop the skills necessarily to develop how I think so that I can lead a happier life. Pretty straightforward really but, of course, it’s not that simple, is it? Or we would all learn to think more clearly and we would all be “jump over the moon happy” most of the time. I suppose, at this stage, the other question that pops up is “How do we learn to think in the first place?” Presumably, genetics and environment play a part in this but how much? Is it measurable and, more importantly, can it be changed? One assumes that Hitler thought differently than Gandhi? So, why? And, how?” And, can I learn to think more like Gandhi? Or Michelangelo?

According to various sources on the internet, there are 8 types of thinking:

  • Creative
  • Analytical
  • Convergent
  • Divergent
  • Concrete
  • Abstract
  • Sequential
  • Holistic

When I started thinking about this blog article, I was not thinking about an academic treatise on the various types of thinking – all I was thinking about was “Can I find a different way to think that serves me and makes me happy?” Nothing more. And here we are – all sorts of things come out of the woodwork!

I don’t really want to explore all of the above types of thinking to work out if any of them allow me to live a better life. I was hoping for something simpler!

  • Can we “control” our thinking?

So this is really the only question, isn’t it? Can we “control” our thinking? Let me explain. Sometimes, when there are thoughts running amuck in my head – things like:

  • “I am a dickhead, I fucked that up”
  • “I am a waste of space”
  • “I should have done this; I should have done that”
  • Reviewing past events which I cannot change

And then I say to myself “These thoughts are in MY head, surely I am in control here!” But I am not, I am unable to stop these runaway thoughts! Surely, this cannot be true! So, here is the dilemma – are we in “control” of our thoughts? And, if not, how do we gain control? I am not prepared to live my life answering to God knows who! Where the fuck do these thoughts come from and, more importantly, how the fuck do I stop them and create more empowering thoughts?

  • Is it totally involuntary?

This is a continuation of the above question. Do we have the ability to control which thoughts we follow and which we discard? Do we have the ability to determine where these thoughts came from in the first place? Are these thoughts “mine”? Of course they are but what does “mine” mean? Does my subconscious create them from memories of past events and how those events interact with today’s activities? Why would my subconscious create thoughts that damage me, cripple me, rather than help me deal with today’s events and challenges? This is the crux of this whole blog piece, how to control my thinking so that I get the best out of it.

  • Can we change the way we think?

So, can we change the way we think? So that we may live better lives? Be happier. That is all that really matters, isn’t it?

  • If “yes”, what does this mean?

Let’s begin here. If “yes”, what does this mean? It means, notwithstanding the thoughts that pop into our head, can we learn to react differently to them?

Or, perhaps, the “yes” may actually mean that, somehow, we can learn to attach different “meanings” to outcomes/events and, as a result, the thoughts that are created after a later event are actually different and that means that we do think differently! If only it were so. I have read hundreds of self-help and personal development books and attended dozens of personal development/spiritual seminars and, whilst they all seem to claim that they can help me change this, so far, my thinking does not seem to have changed much!

So, can we change how we think? And, more importantly, if so, how?

The million-dollar question! And, for me. No answer yet. More reading, research required.

  • Does “thinking” control how we “feel”?

I think that the answer to this is “yes” and that is why the whole issue about thinking is so important to me. If thinking actually controls how we feel, then the quality of our life which, in my view, is simply about how we “feel”, then, obviously, if thinking controls how we feel, nothing much else matters apart from learning how to think differently.

If the answer is “no”, then I need to be educated as to what it is that creates our feelings. Any suggestions out there?

  • Does how we “feel” control how we “act”?
    • If yes, what does this mean?

It appears to me, that how we “feel” is the primary driver of how we “act” and, therefore, if that is true, who we are, how we behave it and our actions are all driven by how we “think”. Therefore, there can be no greater task in life than learning how to “think” differently.

So, despite simple beginnings, this blog led me nowhere largely, almost back to where I started with no concrete answers to anything. Now, that is the challenge of “thinking”!

“The Unanswerable Questions”

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Well, here are 11 questions, the answers to which may change your life.

Now that I have written it like that, I feel somewhat daunted by the prospect of attempting to answer the questions that have plagued humanity since the dawn of time. It didn’t feel so overwhelming this morning when I was in my trance-like stake – the answers seemed somewhat self-evident at that time!

What I am attempting to do here is recreate the state that I was in when the answers seemed clear to me – whilst they may not be the “correct” answers [if there is such a thing], they appeared to be correct at the time I thought them].

Is there a God/Universe/Universal Consciousness/Greater Power [that creates everything, knows everything, drives everything that happens]?

Answer: Who knows? Will we ever know? Will it become evident to us after we die? A friend of mine who runs spiritual retreats and coaches people on how to live a fulfilled life says:

  • “Nothing has any meaning other than that which we attach to it”
  • “Man is a meaning-making machine”

So, either God or evolution turned us into meaning-making machines – looking for meaning in everything – ever since we started thinking! We have sought meaning in thousands of Gods, in sheep’s entrails, in tea leaves, in the stars – you name it, we have sought meaning in it! That, in itself, almost proves that what we think is flawed – as we have learned more about the world around us, as science has given us greater understanding about how the world works, we have given up attaching meaning to some of the things we used to but we still long to understand why we are here…..

This does not answer the question of whether there is a “God” but is does provide a glimpse into the possibility that, in our search for meaning. We create “Gods” to help us navigate the uncertain world in which we live. Imagine if you will, how uncertain life must have been for our primitive ancestors – everything must have been terrifying so they created Gods for everything – rain, wind, sun, storms etc. to try to, somehow, bring a sense of certainty and understanding to their perilous existence! Yet, as we have advanced and come to understand more and more of what causes what goes on around us, the greatest uncertainty still lies ahead – death! And, in our search to understand this, the greatest terror of them all, we have little choice but to turn to some form of God/Superior Power for answers as we don’t have any. So, as “meaning-making” machines [which may actually be an evolutionary  trait that, somehow, contributes to safety and/or wellbeing], we have to find some “supernatural way to explain death because rationally we have not yet come to understand it.

So, the most important question of all “Why am I here?” goes unanswered and always will [until someone comes back from the dead] and our only hope of dealing with this “unanswerable” question is to “make up” an answer!

So, there are a number of unanswerable questions:

  1. What is the meaning of life?

  2. Why am I here?

  3. Is there a God?

  4. What happens after I die?

  5. Why do bad things happen to good people?

These “unanswerable” questions extend to include the ones that we ask about ourselves and our own behaviour and life outcomes:

  1. “Why am I such a dickhead?”
  2. “Why do I fuck everything up?”
  3. “Why am I so unlucky?”
  4. “Why do I stuff up relationships?”
  5. “Why doesn’t God love me?”
  6. “Why am I not worthy?”etc. ad nauseum

And it just dawned on me that, rather than try to answer “unanswerable” questions, I should try to reframe my questions so that they can be answered!

Try these:

“What can I learn from this?”
“How could I have done this differently?”
“What can I do now, differently from last time, that will give me a better outcome?”

Now, this stuff is not new – I have heard a lot of this from Tony Robbins but, my writing this morning, which really started off from a place of self-pity, self-loathing, a deep sense of worthlessness, has led me here. That, for me, is the joy of writing. As I write [or journal], it takes me forward and the mysteries unfold, all becomes clearer, albeit temporarily! I hope that, by writing more, I can gain a clearer understanding of what there is to learn here.

As some of you know, I also write poetry – it helps me better understand where I am at in a particular moment. The poem that has come to me in this moment is:

“The Unanswerable Question”
As I lay in bed this morning, pondering
Pondering life’s meaning, are we all alone?
Is there a God beside us?
Will he guide me home?

Are you real? Or just imagination?
Wishful thinking, me just hoping
That you can help me, if I just pray enough
And do what I am told

Obviously, there’s no way to prove it
One way or another – it is al a matter of “faith”
But, let’s just consider, if you are there
Can you see me, can you hear my prayer?

Will you answer?
Will I understand?
And, if I do, will I follow?
Or, in my fear just wallow?

The biggest question looms large
“Why am I here?”
When all I feel is fear
Will your answer make things clear?

If I pray even harder can I force you to hear me?
Acknowledge my presence, give me an answer?
Probably not, I know this, why do I persist, anyway?
Out of habit, I just like to pray

Fears in shadow, ghostly
Afraid of myself, mostly
Realise that I like to pray; just for the peace if brings
In prayer I’m blissful, my soul sings

“The Human Condition”

I have been reading a book called “Freedom” by Jeremy Griffin over recent months. It has got me to thinking/pondering on the human condition as he describes it and, also, my condition.

He describes “The Human Condition” as the confusing situation in which we find ourselves – where human beings are so selfish, self-centred, angry, aggressive and, generally, totally out of control and hateful. Why we wage wars, torture people and consume so voraciously, so selfishly the products and commodities that, in effect, should belong to all of us.

He claims in his book to have discovered the answer to the human condition and how we can eradicate it over time. The premise is that we need to be loved unconditionally [and love actually means unconditional anyway] and, if we were raised in unconditional love, we would not need to compete with others to feel fulfilled. His book is well worth a read, in my view, and, if nothing else, will stimulate your thinking.

In my case, it has certainly done that – over recent months I have pondered on how my behavior reflects these feelings of lack, why I seek satisfaction/happiness in things external, what has caused me to think the way I do and behave the way I do! The conclusion that I have drawn is that he is correct but, sadly, even if he is, most of us will not be capable of embracing the truth because we are so afraid of letting go of our “addictions”. I am not talking here just about the obvious addictions such as food, alcohol, cigarettes, sex, sport and so on but also the less obvious one, some of which are socially acceptable such as shopping, travel, exercise, having a beautiful body and so on. In my view, I suspect the greatest addiction that we have is the addiction to our “story” – the story of who we are, what we need/want and the belief that somehow “we” matter and the we are the centre of the Universe.I am not sure where this meandering of mine is leading me, but I will continue with this train of thought to see where it takes me. When I “meditate”, generally I am endeavouring to “still my mind” – that is, let my thoughts go passing by without grabbing hold of one and pursuing it, as if it matters and will lead me somewhere [not sure where that “somewhere” is but, over the years, have determined that, generally, following a thought seems to be some sort of endless loop process because, as soon as you seem to have processed one thought, another one arises which keep you chasing supposed outcomes. When I meditate and am able to just let those thoughts “drift by”, I can observe them but not buy into them, I find myself centred, momentarily feeling at peace and, oftentimes, actually quite thankful for just being here.

So, if Jeremy Grantham is correct and we can eradicate “The Human Condition” as he describes, why will we not do so? He articulates in his book that he faced tremendous opposition to the idea and, when I have mentioned the idea to my friends, I have noticed the same hostile reaction. I must admit that, when I first noticed this reaction, I was, quite frankly, amazed – people allegedly seeking freedom from the symptoms of the human condition, will dismiss, out of hand, a proposed solution, without even looking at it, considering it. That flabbergasted me! And, got me to thinking about my own reasons for not “embracing” it fully and changing my behaviors accordingly.

It seems to me very much like the scene in the movie “The Matrix” where the guy about to sell out the crew, is having dinner with the Matrix illusions and says something to the effect “I know this steak isn’t real but I want it anyway. I no longer wish to deal with the truth, just take me back to the illusion, the dream” [The state of numbness]. It seems that I am saying that to myself, every time I am too afraid to move forward.

I believe that, in my case, the reason for my lack of change has been nothing more than fear. My fear of letting go of my addictions. The poem below reflects some of my feelings around this:

"Addicted To My Story"

I'm addicted to my story
the story that is my life
I simply cannot let it go
cannot forget my strife
 
So, why will I not let it go?
the bullshit in my head
I know I should leave it behind
just leave behind my dread
 
The thoughts just seem to come and go
and most of them are bad
critical of what I have done
they simply make me sad
 
I seem so sad most all the time
I think of opportunities I've lost
of things I know it should have done
what has, then, been the cost?
 
The cost has been to me, immense
I simply hate myself
for being such an idiot
and sitting on the shelf

I've stood by and watched my life
just simply waste away
and here I am at 58
starting another day
 
Another day of drudgery
where I just feel so weak
where I just simply hate myself
for being, oh, so meek
 
I've been afraid to stretch myself
to do the things I want
to do the things I should have done
an idiot savant!
 
Oh, yes, I am addicted to
the thoughts that swirl around
inside my head, they never go
no peace from them is found
 
So, I have turned to alcohol
and drugs to silence them
in stupor can I find some peace?
I need to find a gem
 
A gem of wisdom inside of me
I simply pray to find
So that I can just get away
from meanderings of mind
 
So, please dear Universe I ask
that you direct me to
the truth I know that can be found
where I can see what's true
 
Can I ever find the truth?
of who I really am?
Can I ever hope to live?
a simply better man?
 
Can I glimpse the afterlife?
where perhaps I'll find
some peace away from all these thoughts
away from my simple mind?
 
What hope is there for me today?
to not dwell on my death
a day where hope can reign supreme
a part of nature's breath
 
Can I have a peaceful day?
Oh, God, for this I simply pray
I want to have a better life
My fears to just allay
 
Of suicide I often think
constantly on my mind
wishing that I had the courage to take my life
and leave my fears behind
 
It sounds just so depressing I know
I wish it wasn't so
but all my life I've struggled here
wishing that I could go
 
How can it be that I think like this?
where deep inside I feel
that there has to be more than this
these thoughts cannot be real
 
The thoughts of fear, of hate for self
where do they really come from?
does God want me to live like this?
surely not!
 

So, there are my thoughts for today.

Happy pondering, fellow travellers!

“Love is….”

This poem is about the dichotomy of love. We use the word “love” quite loosely and, generally, do not give due consideration to what we are saying. The word “love” is bandied about as if it is the same as “like” – we love this, we love that. The term love that we use when we are “in love” is also, in my view a misnomer. Love, in the sense that we apply it to romantic love is nothing more than a chemical reaction in the brain in response to a desire to procreate and, from an evolutionary perspective, probably has something to do with providing protection for our young ones.

“Love” in the sense that I am talking about here, is about being in that state of true love, unconditional acceptance of what is, right here, right now. In that space we feel at peace, safe, warm, contented, feeling “whole”, part of the Universe, connected to everything and every thing.

Understanding what “unconditional” means is, I suspect, the real purpose of our lives, the reasons that we exist. In a place of “unconditional” love, total surrender to “what is”, we can find true peace. Only in this place can we feel OK with who we are and what is happening to us and around us.

“Acceptance” is the same as “unconditional” – it simply means that we have no expectations and, thus, total acceptance.

It appears to me that we humans are “meaning making machines” – looking for “meaning” in everything. Our “mind” is looking for meaning in everything, longing to “understand” when, any intelligent thought will lead you to the conclusion that there are millions of things, possibly everything, that we simply will never “understand”. How can we possibly comprehend quantum physics and the concept that everything in the Universe is a wave and doesn’t “exist” until we “observe” this “wave”, at which time it becomes a “particle” and, at that point, jumps into existence”.

I know that man has come a long way in learning to understand many things that our ancestors did not even begin to comprehend but is it possible that, over time, we can come to understand everything? At that point, we would have to become one with God, the Universe, and, at that point I suspect we would no longer be human, in form – we would become part of that universal “energy” that is existence (or non-existence).

That doesn’t mean that we should bury our heads in the sand and not seeks answers to our questions but, to me, it does mean that we need to spend some time just pondering and being present to what is happening right here, right now.

So, I write this to explain where I am coming from in this poem, this place of “Love” that I call “home”, that place of feeling true peace, connectedness with all that is, simply OK. Where the quest for “meaning” becomes no more than simply “being”

"Love is..."
Love is here in me, right here, right now
in this quiet peaceful place, I am not asking"how"?
I am one with life, with all that is
accepting my true self, no more quiz

No more asking "how"or asking "why"?
No more longing for that "pie in the sky"
No more asking why I exist
just breathing in, thankful for what is

In this solitude, simple joy of "being"
I feel not all alone, it is quite freeing
In this loneliness, I feel whole knowing
that I am no more than soul

My body is temporary, quite finite
It will cease to exist but that's alright
My "existence" here on this earth is a game
I have played, since my birth

The game it seems to me to be
to learn how to set us free
Free from duality, free from pain
when we understand we have nothing to gain

We have everything that we need
in this present moment, to succeed
All we really need is this breath
and in this sweet place we fear not death

We need have no fear, it holds no sway
in the present time, it just goes away
Fear only exists if we leave the present moment
seeking meaning in the future place, we feel our torment

If we can just learn to be here now
we can understand the "why" and "how"
The why of our life, and how to live
understanding is all that we can give
Understanding that we'll never understand in our mind you see,
we think we're man When, in truth, it seems,
that is not true it's a fallacy,
that there's a "me" and "you"

There is no "me" nor do "you" exist
We are all just "One", Universal tryst
A tryst of Universe playing it's game
where we are separate and we feel shame
If we only knew that we are "One"
we would understand all we have done
every thought we have is just a game
keeping us separate, but we're the same

Part of Universal love, expressions of intent
nothing more it seems, we are heaven sent
Sent to Earth it seems to pretend we're here
separated from who we are and this is what we fear
If we reconnect with the truth of who we are simply
we are dust from some long lost star
all we feel is "love", we are supreme beings
who came here to experience this weird dream

In duality we do not comprehend
what we need to do to our life mend
In duality we feel so all alone
but, by being "here" we are coming home
Coming home to "love" for what is "now"
by simply "being here" we have the "how"
The how of life is simply "being"
Being present for what we are seeing

Seeing what is here, for in this place
we can feel Universe's amazing grace
Peace and love and joy we can feel
from each other then we need not steal
I do not need you, nor you me
can I not feel that I am free?
Free to be myself, exactly as I am
Yes, I know that I am more than man

Part of Universe, complete and whole
All I really am is this soul
Understanding this will bring you peace
and your fearful thoughts just simply cease

“What if nothing matters?”

I have been pondering of late about the meaning of my life and it dawned upon me that there may be no meaning to my life at all. I was once told by a wise man that “Nothing has any meaning other than that which we attach to it. Man is a meaning-making machine.”

As that thought evolved and I thought about what it would mean if “Nothing matters”, I did a google search to see what would come up. Lo and behold, Nihilism came up and some commentary about the implications of nothing mattering and what effect that would have upon your thinking.

As I thought about that, I was lead down the rabbit hole – what effect would it really have upon my thinking and my behaviour if I really thought that nothing mattered? As I explored this thought, the implications became enormous – if this were true [or I thought it were true], almost everything that I think and everything that I do would change! In fact, as I thought back on my life, it appeared to me that almost every action I have taken has been predicated upon my belief that everything [no exceptions] has some sort of meaning.

Imagine, if you would, what effect the belief that nothing matters, would have upon your judgement about people and events. I think that all of my responses are responses to what I think a particular event “means”. If I remove the “meaning”, there is nothing that sparks or requires a “response” – perhaps this is what sages have referred to over the years as “acceptance”?

Anyway, as I pondered, I thought “If our existence does not matter and nothing actually has any meaning, what is the purpose of our life?” By that I mean, whilst our life does not matter in the overall scheme of the Universe [that appears almost self-evident to me], there may be some value in still having a “purpose” in our life – it is a question, if you like, “Why are we here?” Obviously, we are here as part of the ongoing development of this particular life form [homo sapiens] on this particular planet in this particular Universe and, therefore, our existence does have a purpose in an evolutionary [perhaps experimental] sense.

That thought led me to the question “What is the purpose of our existence in this evolutionary sense?” The conclusion that I have drawn, at this stage of my pondering, is that the purpose of our life is to learn to “love” ourselves. What led me to that conclusion?  Well, if we are born with a “clean slate” [now I know there is much evidence that we are not – we already have some memories when we are born of our time in utero and there also seems to be some evidence that our DNA carries some memories from previous generations] – then what would be needed for us to evolve to the point where we/our species would be the most likely to survive/prosper? After all, is that not what evolution is all about?

This thought led me to the conclusion that, whilst we appear to be top of the tree species wise right now, we are destroying the planet, each other and ourselves which will inevitably lead to extinction! So, what would we have to do to actually be top of the tree, fostering a meaningful and interdependent relationship with our earthly cohabitants? Seems to me that we would have to live consciously. What does that actually mean? To me it means to live in awareness of the consequences of each of our actions. And, we can only do this if we actually love ourselves [that means no conditions, no judgements] understanding that we are “perfect” exactly as we are! Now, that’s a serious stretch, isn’t it?

Most of us are just incapable of accepting ourselves because we are so full of judgement. Why? Because, from the moment we were born, we were seeking to be “approved of” [read “loved”] and the only way that we could see this happening was by behaving the way our parents/siblings/community/society/TV/workmates/friends want us to. And, we would only need to do this if we were seeking their “approval” which, of course, we are!

This is a “massive” realisation! Almost beyond comprehension. Not that the realisation itself is of much value other than it may/could lead to a change of thinking and behaviour towards self-love.

This is an idea that I hope to explore in future blog posts.

Cheers for now – GeminiDreama

“Where do I begin?”

Awakenings? What am I hoping to achieve here? Do I actually believe that, anyone other than me, will be interested in what I think, what I feel, what I write and what I choose to share?  My hope is “perhaps”. “Perhaps” someone else will be able to relate to what I am writing? “Perhaps” someone else, who is as disillusioned with their life as I am, as disillusioned with the world as me, as disillusioned with the human race as me, will gain something by understanding that they are not the only one who feels this way.

I have generally felt so “disconnected” from the human race, I have wondered for my sanity. I look at almost all of the people I meet and with whom I interact and I wonder “What do they know that I don’t?” And, I have felt this way since I was a child. As I look back upon my life, I feel as if I have been play acting – pretending to be something/someone that I am not just so that they think I am part of this game. And, to tell the truth, I do  not want to be. Stop the world, I want to get off!

Surely, this is not how we are meant to live our lives? Sometimes I am so overwhelmingly grateful for the fact that I have a life, that I have had a life, for the amazingly good things that have happened to me, that I just want to lie there and bask in the glory of it whilst, at other times, I am so depressed about my lack of ability to enjoy it, to live it, to love it that I just want to end it all!

There has to be a better way and, whilst I have spent a lifetime looking for it, I simply cannot find it! I have tried sex, drugs, rock and roll, meditation, things [as in possessions]. I have found no way to consistently love myself, love my life, love my journey. And, when I look at or read about others who appear to, I am so envious!

I keep asking myself “Why?”

“Why me?”

“Why am I so useless?”

“What have I done to deserve this?”

“What haven’t I done to deserve this?”

“What can I change so that I get a different outcome?”

“How do I disassociate from my love of things so that I can live without them?”

The questions seem endless yet the answers are elusive! No answers for me, so far at least…..

Anyway, back to the question of “Where do I begin?”

“Where do I begin to tell you the story of my life?” And “Why?” “Why would anyone give a stuff about the story of my life?” Unless of course I was able to raise myself up from humble beginnings to a superstar ending! Books like that sell well. My story is not so grand, I’m afraid. It’s more about an ongoing series of failures. In fact, my life is more a story about how I have stuffed up pretty much everything that I have touched – more about how I took the blessings with which I was born and pissed them up against the wall! In my view, my existence appears to have almost totally a “waste of space” other than for the fact that I threw my genes into the mix – I have 3 beautiful children and 5 beautiful grandchildren. Perhaps, from that, something might come!

As I write this, I do not even know what that may mean. As if anything matters? Does anything matter? Does my existence matter other than to my 8 descendants? Of course, my existence matters to them because, without me, their DNA would have been different. But, even for them, this only matters if they love themselves and if their existence matters?

There have been so many millions of books, movies, songs, dissertations, wars, religions started and deaths as a result of our seemingly endless search for meaning, I wonder if there is even a place here for my feeble ramblings?

However, as I mentioned earlier, I am writing this blog largely for myself, allowing me to capture, from time to time, my thoughts and feelings, perhaps in the hope that, at some point, they may make sense to me – and, possibly to others.

I read prolifically and, at times, the writings of others make so much sense, it all seems perfectly natural and then “Wham!”, I am back in my depression wondering what happened to my recent “enlightenment”.

A friend of mine, Amir Zoghi, a speaker on the global enlightenment circuit, once said “Nothing has any meaning, other that that which we attach to it – man is a “meaning-making machine.” This struck a chord with me and seemed, at the time, to be one of the answers to my endless series of questions. Was it? Not sure? But, if it is correct, then our “search for meaning” in and of itself, is bound to be fruitless other than, perhaps, for how those elusive answers make us feel temporarily.

Did I mention that I write poetry? Let me explain my poetry story. When I was young, at school, I enjoyed reading poetry. In fact, I loved English – I loved the way writers could make me feel by the way that they described events, feelings and pictures. Poetry connected me to something – not sure what but I did enjoy reading it.

When I was about 40, I attempted suicide [for the third time] and a friend of mine paid for me to attend a drug and alcohol rehab centre – South Pacific Private Hospital affectionately known by attendees as “South Park” [one of the reasons I was depressed was because I was broke]. I was there for 6 weeks.  Sometime during the last couple of weeks I wrote the following poem, the first that I had ever written:

“South Park”

Each day I prayed to God for peace, some help to ease my pain.

He heard me not, or so I thought, my prayers had been in vain.

I wish I’d listened harder then, for what he had to say

“My son, I love you, yes I do: Here’s some light to guide you on your way.”

It’s off to South Pacific, John – the answers are all there.

“Look deep inside yourself,” He said, “in answer to your prayer.”

I arrived at South Pacific only five short weeks ago,

My life so full of dread and fear, of things I did not know.

To find the truth, begin the search, to pacify my fears

To find the lonely “Inner Child”, I had not seen in years.

With lots of trepidation I settled in my bed,

To begin the fearful journey, which was only in my head.

To lectures Monday morning I went, with only thoughts of gain

I learned of co-dependence – the source of all my pain.

“Perhaps there’s more to it than this?” I really had to know.

My life was such a misery, although it didn’t show.

My job, my wife, my family: and all the toys I needed.

My life was really empty, I felt I had been cheated.

Inside I felt an emptiness that chilled me to the bone,

A deep, deep well of loneliness – I’d lived my life alone.

So off to group I trudged, with the crew from green

To investigate those issues which had lain so long unseen.

“As you tell your story, let your feelings flow.

Breath into them,” Brad said, “just let those feelings go.”

“Tell where in your body that your anger lies

And I’ll bring it to the surface before your very eyes.”

Memories from my past, so long forbidden

Stirring deep in my soul, the pain long hidden.

To find the answers that God had sent

If only I had known what he had meant.

“Survivors” was a special week – 0 to 17 explored,

Those childhood feelings that had lain so long ignored.

Helen opened up my heart to those fears long unseen

So I could see how injured my little child had been.

My anger, my guilt, my pain, my shame

Are there to teach me, that is their aim.

Total love and joy is the natural state

To feel it, I need to remove my fear and hate.

The road less traveled is the one for me

The path to explore my spirituality.

With the 12 steps of AA to guide my way

To hear my higher power, every time I pray.

What did I learn during my five-week stay?

That I’m nearer to God each and every day.

That, to love myself, I need to love my brother.

That the purpose of our lives is to love one another.

That my feelings are the guideposts along the way

To total love and joy and the peace for which I pray.

That I am part of God and he is part of me

And if I listen to my feelings, He will set me free.

So, there it is – my first poem. Written in 2000.  I did not write again until about 2013 – I was a attending a retreat in the Hunter Valley [NSW Australia] with Amir Zoghi – it was meditation, ponderings, sharing etc. At the retreat I wrote my second poem, below:

“The Retreat”

I came with a touch of trepidation

To explore my heart and soul

To understand my essence

To make me complete and whole.

I need to know my purpose

The reason that I am.

To dig below the surface

and to be a better man

To see the One in each of us

To understand their pain

To thank them for the lessons

That allow my soul to gain

The lesson on the path of life

Is that there is only one

I am he, he is she and she is me

We really are all ONE

The sense of separation

Is a false belief, for sure

The question is, if this true

Then where to look for more?

Outside myself? Inside of you?

The answer isn’t clear

It’s hidden in the strangest place

Where you’d never think to peer

The answer isn’t here or there

Or hidden in a prayer

The answer to your every wish

Is right inside of you

The question then

Is how to find

This hidden gem of peace?

The answer may surprise you ’cause

It’s really simple so…

Just breathe in here

And breathe in now

And learn the how

of releasing from the torment

The answer is so simple – true

Stay in the present moment!

How can that be?

You may well ask

The answer is so clear…

The Universe itself is hidden

deep inside of you, my dear!

JH – 26 August 2013

After the retreat poems started to flow – I wrote almost every day. When I was writing, it was almost like I was “channeling” – I wasn’t writing them myself, there was almost no effort required, no need for corrections or seeking to improve what was said – it was almost surreal. And, after I had written a poem, I did not even remember what had been written. When I read them later, it was almost like they were written by someone else.

So, there it is – my first blog post. The plan is to return regularly and update it – I hope to add poems, thoughts, meanderings on life and the meaning thereof.