ABOUT SPIRITUAL GROWTH or personal development:
HOW TAROT ANALYSIS SUPPORTS THE PATH:
It is an act of will – a decision, that's all – that starts a person on the mystic path of being one with the Almighty. After that initiation, it is events of the person's life, and the “voice in your gut” that are the training, the lessons. Seeing a pattern in the events of your life is seeing your path. The focus of your path is what you do, not what you believe: God wants you to think or believe in whatever motivates you ahead in your growth. (It's not the dogma, it's the doing.) Ignored lessons recur in ever harsher more obvious forms!
The most valuable and delectable parts of a human, from God's point of view, are the dark parts: the petty self-interest, the “looking out for Number One.” Self-interest limits you and gums up the works in God's cosmos. Transmuting the self-interest is enlightenment, is a victory for light over darkness to you; and to God it is His cleaner house. As time and events go by, you become less focused on your physical life and are more “out there” in your perspective.
A lot of your work as one of God's people is done in the nonphysical realms in your sleep. At some point you are trained – by the events of your life - to accomplish and support events God wills, sometimes by channeling them. You get to keep some of the talents you develop in the endeavor of supporting or accomplishing the events God wills. Psychic insight is often one of those abilities you keep.
Gradually your will (your willpower) is becoming God's will as you and God become one; and God's will is almighty . . . because He has His finger on the triggers of coincidence . . . so you gradually become able to make things happen. You create events nonphysically. This is the great spiritual truth and is The Great Work, the Mystery. Being one with God and giving up the petty part of your individuality is . . .duh . . . a net gain.
The analysis of the events of your life in your tarot session with Emily clarifies what is REALLY at issue in your life, clarifies what your next step in Spiritual Growth or Personal Development is. And when the issues are clarified, you waste less time on what is not-so-important. We humans have only so much time, so we go much farther with clear light on our path one step at a time. The next step up is all you need to know. The rest is dogma.
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Sunday, August 9, 2009
Sea Sickness Of The Mind
Seasickness hits you when your body tells your brain one thing, and your eyes tell it another, about how you are oriented in space relative to the horizon. There is another kind of seasickness that is psychological. It distorts reality in a similar fashion, and it too makes us sick. It is subtle but not entirely below conscious awareness: We can catch ourselves at it. It happens ya never know when. It gets you when the mood does not match the moment.
I discovered this distortion of reality in action one day when I found tears on my cheeks on a day when I was really, really happy, and everything was going swell. “Okay, what's up?” I asked myself. I tuned in to this experience.
What I discovered – ta-da! – is this: While “I” was so very happy, my body was not; it was deeply sad. At that moment, I could have attached that sad feeling to something going on around me, could have concluded my job was depressing. I knew my body chemistry was out of whack at the time: the doctor told me my estrogen level was 800 times normal and other hormones were in balance at that level. Is it that knowledge that led me to delve into the experience?
It hit me then and has never left me: That our mind goes around assuming life makes sense at any given moment, assumes that our feelings arise from what is going on at that given moment. (Well, that is usually true for most of us.) We assume life makes sense this way, so when our body chemistry creates an inappropriate mood or feeling, we twist our minds and change our opinions to match or attach the feeling to whatever is happening at the time. Believing that reality makes sense is one cause of mental illness?
It is as if we had a pocketful of labels in our “feeling bin.” Painting that 'depressing' label on the job would prompt my mind – as time went on and as other things happened - to invent ways the job was depressing to validate the label the initial experience painted on there. A snowball effect, a cascade of assumptions and conclusions, would have occurred. I would be more miserable at work than warranted. The label is like a color filter on a camera: everything looks rosy or blue or scary.
At least some of the people who are hostile unreasonably had angry body chemistry sometime ago, and attached the 'angry' label to everything some time ago, and lost focus. They are stuck on angry. Some people are stuck on stupid and feel inadequate inappropriately. Some people are stuck on feeling secure and are inappropriately trusting. COULD I JUST PLEASE GET STUCK ON BEING SENSIBLE?????
Another example of this pernicious process is “I am not good at that, I can't do that.” Of course, sometimes it is “I am so good at that” because it was a good day when I first tried. Let's say I am doing a particular thing . . . cutting up vegetables . . . and my psyche is irritated. I conclude that I hate cutting up vegetables. After that, I am annoyed when I 'have to' make a salad. Let's say I am feeling disagreeable because my tummy is upset, and it's raining outside. I conclude rain is a bad thing. Really? Let's say I am angry and a certain person walks in. I must not like that person. Really? Let's say my brain has bathed my endocrine system with nesting urges, and I fall in love with the next warm body I encounter? Really?????!!!!!
Losing the labels (or the colored filters) is a challenge: Most of our conclusions are valid. You have to catch yourself in the act of slapping one of those labels inappropriately on an experience. And you have to question how you really feel about . . . whatever . . . and why. Is that what 'living in the moment' is about?
Oh, how liberating it is to unravel these inappropriate conclusions. It is like losing a bad religion, like recovering from a disease. Now we realize we like a color that we thought we didn't like because, when we were a kid . . . .
I discovered this distortion of reality in action one day when I found tears on my cheeks on a day when I was really, really happy, and everything was going swell. “Okay, what's up?” I asked myself. I tuned in to this experience.
What I discovered – ta-da! – is this: While “I” was so very happy, my body was not; it was deeply sad. At that moment, I could have attached that sad feeling to something going on around me, could have concluded my job was depressing. I knew my body chemistry was out of whack at the time: the doctor told me my estrogen level was 800 times normal and other hormones were in balance at that level. Is it that knowledge that led me to delve into the experience?
It hit me then and has never left me: That our mind goes around assuming life makes sense at any given moment, assumes that our feelings arise from what is going on at that given moment. (Well, that is usually true for most of us.) We assume life makes sense this way, so when our body chemistry creates an inappropriate mood or feeling, we twist our minds and change our opinions to match or attach the feeling to whatever is happening at the time. Believing that reality makes sense is one cause of mental illness?
It is as if we had a pocketful of labels in our “feeling bin.” Painting that 'depressing' label on the job would prompt my mind – as time went on and as other things happened - to invent ways the job was depressing to validate the label the initial experience painted on there. A snowball effect, a cascade of assumptions and conclusions, would have occurred. I would be more miserable at work than warranted. The label is like a color filter on a camera: everything looks rosy or blue or scary.
At least some of the people who are hostile unreasonably had angry body chemistry sometime ago, and attached the 'angry' label to everything some time ago, and lost focus. They are stuck on angry. Some people are stuck on stupid and feel inadequate inappropriately. Some people are stuck on feeling secure and are inappropriately trusting. COULD I JUST PLEASE GET STUCK ON BEING SENSIBLE?????
Another example of this pernicious process is “I am not good at that, I can't do that.” Of course, sometimes it is “I am so good at that” because it was a good day when I first tried. Let's say I am doing a particular thing . . . cutting up vegetables . . . and my psyche is irritated. I conclude that I hate cutting up vegetables. After that, I am annoyed when I 'have to' make a salad. Let's say I am feeling disagreeable because my tummy is upset, and it's raining outside. I conclude rain is a bad thing. Really? Let's say I am angry and a certain person walks in. I must not like that person. Really? Let's say my brain has bathed my endocrine system with nesting urges, and I fall in love with the next warm body I encounter? Really?????!!!!!
Losing the labels (or the colored filters) is a challenge: Most of our conclusions are valid. You have to catch yourself in the act of slapping one of those labels inappropriately on an experience. And you have to question how you really feel about . . . whatever . . . and why. Is that what 'living in the moment' is about?
Oh, how liberating it is to unravel these inappropriate conclusions. It is like losing a bad religion, like recovering from a disease. Now we realize we like a color that we thought we didn't like because, when we were a kid . . . .
The Party (a poem)
the king at the party was shy as usual,
the nobles came to believe he was snobbish.
a peasant from out of town crashed the party,
and, ignorant, became the king's best buddy.
she was just sitting there unleashed and open.
His Honor dropped by for a casual chat.
a word from him and he universe sputtered:
How was a foreigner to know all that?
the nobles came to believe he was snobbish.
a peasant from out of town crashed the party,
and, ignorant, became the king's best buddy.
she was just sitting there unleashed and open.
His Honor dropped by for a casual chat.
a word from him and he universe sputtered:
How was a foreigner to know all that?
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