Think about dreams. Think about their symbolic nature. More than symbolic, we could even go as far as saying our dreams, are metaphorical.
Dreams are the language of the unconscious. Taking this one step further, what other methods of communication does are unconscious utilise? Our unintentional, or unconscious behaviour, is of course a form of communication to others. So what about the unconscious communication our mind uses, along with dreams, to speak directly to our consciousness? It’s important to consider the symbolic, metaphorical nature, of unconscious communication.
Gilbert Ryle condescendingly referred to René Descartes‘ concept of mind-body dualism as: “The Ghost In The Machine.” It’s also certainly clear to me, no duality exists between body and mind, hence the term ‘bodymind’ found elsewhere, in this blog. As such, when we look closely at this inseparable and complex link, we can safely say, the unconscious communicates in any way it possibly can.
When we see dis-ease as a clear communication from the bodymind, we’re on the right track, to taking full control of our lives. What do you imagine – with everything said so far – is the bodymind looking to communicate, through the dis-ease of cancer? What metaphorical meaning can we attribute to a cell that won’t die; a cell that refuses to stop replicating itself? Can we consider this cells refusal to die, a metaphor, for not letting go? You bet we can.
“It’s important we understand the necessity in letting go of negativity. Repetitive, negative thoughts and memories, are the product of a mind that refuses to let go. We must understand the message our bodymind sends us. Cancer is a clear message: Let go of the negatives from the past.”
Some might say forgiveness is the tool needed for this letting go. I say forget forgiveness, we now have better tools, at our disposal. When we truly let go of the past, forgiveness becomes irrelevant. When we’re able to fully and completely move on, through dropping the past – as you’d drop a piece of rotten wood – we free ourselves of a negative future. That’s right, I repeat: We free ourselves of a negative future.
We can teach you how to use tools that utterly dispose of the self-destructive negatives from your past.
In a post entitled Ahhhhhhh… got me again! One of our members enlightened us to someone who enjoyed humiliating men. We’re glad to report that he hasn’t yet murdered her, however, if he’s allowed to stew much longer, we fear the worst. So with this in mind, we’re going to help him understand the, ‘for some strange reason’ of his predicament a little better.
We all have hotspots. That is to say, we all have some unresolved issues, buried deep within us, that others inadvertently tap into from time to time. If you haven’t yet read the post in question, then please do, and we’ll see you on your return.
Okay, welcome back. Now, as our member mentioned, he fully realises the issues Jilly potentially carries around with her, to include: loneliness, lack of confidence, love and a tendency to get off on humiliating people. A defence mechanism (or means to get people to reject her) no doubt taught her by the adults around her during childhood. What our member must also realise (to stave of the desire for murder) is that during his childhood he will of also witnessed those around him experiencing humiliation.
Perhaps mother humiliated father, or the other way round, and he, as a sensitive child, also felt this. Perhaps this humiliation went further and he also experienced it from his peers. Unable to defend himself, as a child, whenever similar feelings are aroused within him, as an adult, anger is the result (outward expression of fear). It would seem the inability to defend himself against humiliation is still prevalent, resulting in, (dramatic drum roll please) murder in mind. It has been known for passive-aggressive people to resort to murder when their ‘kettle-boils-over,’ so to speak. Oh we hope we’ve saved you Jilly, you poor, lonely lass.
Finding hotspots, through the annoying traits of loveless people, can be a bit of a double edged sword; an empowerment conflict. We want to hate them, and we even harbour murderous thoughts, yet the fact remains, they’ve taught us something very useful and empowering about ourselves. They’ve raised to the surface some unresolved issue from our childhood, and once we’ve dealt with this, there can only be healthy repercussions.
Healthy, because the more we know about ourselves, the more we’re able to find calm peace of mind. Peace of mind can only be found when we’re one with ourselves; when we’re whole. So, Dear Mr Angry member, Jilly is a blessing to you my friend, so please don’t kill her.
When it comes to issues of unresolved guilt – and because we’re in a generous mood today – the conflict here is, that fully understanding the negative destructiveness of guilt, actually leaves us feeling a little frightened.
Frightened, because to suggest repressed guilt, increases our chances of becoming ill prematurely, and further suggests we have no choice. The reality is the opposite. If we were to give you examples of how guilt has led to cancer you would refuse to believe us (yet be assured there are many), so we’re not going to do that. What we will do though, is help you understand this: when we take responsibility for how we create our own disease – through repressing our guilt – we actually empower ourselves through increased choice.
“The guilt is the root – and the unhealthy lifestyle – the mechanism by which we’re shortening our lives.”
Even though this is the case, we could also give you examples of people who’ve died through repressing guilt, who actually led reasonably healthy lives. We’ll give you just one example to ponder on. You may remember this person: Jade Goody. Think about how long it took for her to die after the world taught her to feel guilty about her racism, bigotry and ignorance; racism and bigotry she will have been taught in childhood from those around her. If our parents were racist, there is a strong likelihood that on some level, we will be too. Many cancers are rooted in our childhood experiences, and to face this as fact, can be a very frightening reality.
“Therefore it’s much easier for us to see cancer as something that is beyond our control, with its roots lying anywhere other, than within our own bodyminds.”
The current trend for researchers, geneticists and scientists to seek the cure for cancers – and many other diseases for that matter – as being rooted in understanding and changing our genes, is in fact correct, but only when we also see our genes, as something inherited through the bodymind link, and our life-experiences.
Those around us always hold the key to understanding ourselves better. Humans really do need each other, and the more annoying, the better. So get out there!
“You only have to look at someone to know they’ve had a really shit life. I look and think: wow this lady really has had a tough paper round.”
She tells me about the cervical cancer she had after the birth of her son. A son who is now in Rome learning about how to be a priest. Jesus-fucking-Christ, you really couldn’t make it up.
Yeah, blessed are those who wake-the-fuck-up and realise who did the damage and how to repair it. However, “not my problem” is her favourite expression, and you just know, someone who repeats this, has had a world of problems on their shoulders, all their crappy life. Not my problem translates into: “how can I make this a bigger problem?”
“Shit, what a mind, and now she’s running a shop that sells crap to an unsuspecting public who have nothing better to do than spend their money on useless rubbish: bottles of sugared water, chocolate bars and crappy newspapers, the likes that should have shut down the printing presses years ago, and done something much more interesting instead.”
It’s not necessarily a nice thing to be a bystander in all this bollocks. You have no choice but to be part of the nonsense, either that or walk the streets with wet-suit shoes on, stuffed with tissue paper because they rub your feet to fuck. And best not forget to put a wire coat hanger on your head to keep your hat on; I kid you not.
That particular homeless man has moved on, to who-the-fuck-knows-where. No longer scaring the shit out of the general public, in this poxy little town anyway, just doing it somewhere else; aimlessly roaming the streets, checking the cutters for discarded cigarette ends, TB not a worry for him, obviously.
Now I’m off to ride up some hills, stretch my lungs, burn my thighs, all for a longer life. So glad to no longer be towing anything behind me though, I’d never manage the 20 percenters. Let’s face it, most of us are towing some kind of shit around with us, and doing it all our lives. Fuck that.
I did read about a 67 year old, (Maris Ozols) and how he suffered a cardiac arrest on the 46 mile challenge of RideLondon last week; so it’s true, we can overdo anything, if we’re not careful. The idea, is to find a little balance and enjoy a number of things, I guess. Unlike the control-freak-workaholic running the local store. Perhaps the priesthood will wake her son and it won’t be too late for him. I doubt it though, I really do doubt it. You couldn’t make it up. Could you?
“It’s true to say, we really do create our own world. When all is well in our internal world all is well out there too.”
Cut out all the negativity, gain healthy perspective, find stability and balance, focus on ourselves; what makes us happy, and we’ve cracked it. Life just couldn’t get any more rosy, so beautiful in fact, we feel like we’re floating on a cloud of loveliness.
The main problem with this, is there’s often that gnawing, nagging feeling, that the reality for many, is far removed from our own little world of loveliness. Empathy, for the suffering of others, often gets in the way of our perfect little world. Perhaps if we were blind and deaf we’d have a better chance of cutting out all the horrors of the world. Then again, blindness and deafness would carry its own level of suffering, for the afflicted, would it not?
And with that said, we seem to think it’s okay to keep a child alive who can’t breath or swallow, or do pretty much anything for itself really. Or is that perhaps the whole point: to keep a defenceless lump of flesh, totally dependent on us, its entire life. A bit like keeping a pet, is it not? Do we not think there’s any level of suffering when we stuff tubes up the noses and down the throats of babies? Humans have kept other humans as slaves, for their whim and self-centered purposes, for thousands of years. Seems we’ve not understood that yet.
Now hold on though, let’s get back to that perfect little world, floating on a cloud of loveliness, let’s put aside our empathy and ability to wonder about all the inequality there is in the world. We can for a while, until someone throws acid in our face, that is. Then we wonder what the point is. We wonder why we strive to make things better for ourselves and others, when a damaged child thinks he can gain satisfaction for his want’s, by throwing acid in someone’s face.
“So full of rage and hatred is he – as a consequence of his upbringing – that he can destroy someone’s life in such a way, in the time it takes to click finger and thumb; over.”
Worse than murder, and we don’t know how to punish them, or put it right, do we? Although, we do know, don’t we? If we really put our minds to it, we can see the subsection of society, that never learned the lessons of empathy; of responsibility, and how to change from a child to an adult. We can see it clearly. What are we to do about it? Carry on regardless and place ourselves back on the floaty cloud of loveliness?
Perhaps what we lack is strong leaders we can believe in. Leaders who know that keeping a terminally sick human alive is causing such vile, detestable suffering, that it has absolutely nothing to do with love and everything to do with fear. Leaders who see the ignorance we’re trapped within. Leaders who see the ground we yet need to cover so we can better get along. Leaders who love.
Leaders who love understand the human animal and his mind. To reach the top of the food chain, wipe-out so much wildlife – because we need the space, the food or both – to conquer so much, in so many ways, takes an extraordinary lifeform. Good or bad, it’s what humans have done, and this may only be a process, after all, we do live in a very violent, if beautiful, universe.
Are we not just a product of this violence? Of course we are. That doesn’t mean we can’t evolve to become better, more loving and greater then the sum total of our parts though, does it? All it takes is an awareness that we refuse to simply ignore. We can keep one eye on our own little world, whilst keeping the other, on the quality of life for others. It’s awareness that enlightens.
“It’s okay to be aware of the nature of the human animal. Aware of how fear keeps us trapped. The subsection of society, that seems unable to think beyond the trap of their self-perpetuating ignorance, needs to be taken out of the shadows.”
It’s simply no good thinking we can punish them out of ignorance, only education can do this. For example, the acid throwing child in north east London this week. What happened to this child for him to become so full of rage and hatred; to have such disregard for fellow man? Was it the type of education he received that did the damage, he then passed on to another, through a bottle of acid? Was it an education – of how to remain ignorant and fearful, believing in lack; believing life is about taking, never giving back – that damaged him? What say we start to educate our children to believe they’re already full? What say we educate our children in love?
We can, through example, example, example. Show the child how to live a beautiful life and he will strive for this himself. Show the child a loving, stable, family environment, and he will strive to emulate this himself. When will we see: children really need nothing more.