It’s logical, really:
- Life is happening out there, not in our heads.
- Strokes of genius usually come when we’re not staring down the problem.
- Our bodies physically respond with cortisol when we turn a circumstance into a problem.
- Cortisol is the hormone that slowly throws an unhappy veil over the most wonderful people.
Being stuck in our own thoughts, we’re reaffirming the neural pathways of our society’s 2 big lies:
1. “Only the things that seem logical to you are possible for you,” and
2. “You’ve only got yourself and your cleverness to rely on.”
Here are 6 disrupting questions.
“Are those two statements true?
Is any internal commentary life-giving enough to deserve my attention?
Is it real?
Would I like to have a new thought? One I’ve never had before?
The kind of thought that would get you closer to that one flavor of happiness that keeps eluding me?
I haven’t had that thought yet… or I would be there already. Right?
New thoughts have no room to put down roots in a crowded mind. And they won’t ever grow without the light of our attention, if our attention keeps growing all the usual thoughts. All the “processing.”
But here’s the good news:
Life arranges itself beautifully around us when we take our grubby thinking fingers out of its business.
It’s a very scary thing to do, because it feels like releasing control and trusting.
The alternative is much scarier.
• • •
I lived from age 9-24 in my head.
The first ten years were brutal, and I didn’t even know it. I thought it was normal to have panic attacks. I thought it was normal to have an upset stomach all the time, and to not be able to remember having “a fun time.” After some family trouble happened when I was nine, I decided to be responsible and never let anything bad happen ever again. I migrated all my vitality and attention to my mind.
I was praised for the person I became. Responsible, adult, dutiful, quiet, independent, never weak and never a burden. Numb.
Eventually, that turned into fatigue, isolation, IBS, etc. etc. I didn’t have a total health breakdown, but I felt gross or tired or uncomfortable or terrified or depressed all the time, even when I was distracted by a happy conversation. For so long that seemed normal.
That’s what’s scary – we ooh and aah at big dramatic stories of very sick people who then overcome and write books and win gold medals. Meanwhile, we go along in our sub-human experience, tainted with basic stress and relationship issues, as the “normal” waiting-room for people who haven’t figured out how to be happy yet.
• • •
Let’s leave sub-human behind.
This past year I experienced something that showed me how sub-human that state really is. I started to completely release my thinking for moments at a time, and all of my surroundings would pop into HD. It startled me at first – I would have total euphoria and relaxation in my body. It was this feeling of being carried along in a beautiful story, like nothing really existed. Fiction and ‘reality’ began to blur, and before long, everything felt like either a savory moment or total play.
It’s hard to describe, so I started to paint it. Mythology and great stories can give a gateway to that place, so I started to write those too.
• • •
I’m giving you what I’ve found.
My life now is a series of inexplicable events that are leading me toward the dream I’ve always had without my control. I get the sense that life wants to live through every person that way, and we just dim its expression with our assessments and fears and thinking.
I have moved from the matrix of “normal” anxiety to peace. Euphoria, even. I mean, complete contentment. I feel all kinds of emotions still – I even feel afraid sometimes, but it’s like weather that passes, it has no power over me anymore. I can create now.
And everything I create for you is a portal to get there.
Xo,
