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People are always trying to break free of their emotions, thinking that they would be happier where they are. They think the way they feel about their circumstances causes them to suffer, and while there is truth in that, it is only a partial truth that is not really about one's emotions, but about one's surrender (not resignation).
It should be obvious to anyone who has been to the places where worlds collide, that one's emotions are designed to create the movement to new shores that are so desperately desired by people in tiny rooms, in lives and jobs and loves too small for them. Our emotions are not facts; they are streams moving through us, rivers to dark and mystical lands we have been taught to fear. In the West, there is no greater terror than sitting alone in a quiet room. No, people would rather slave for 40 years. They'd rather live lovelessly with a stranger whose eyes have glazed over, for a lifetime. They'd rather be good than be true. Everybody wants the ecstasy. Everyone wants the bliss, the joy, the beauty. People think that we are born able to hold the whole of happiness and love, and, who knows, maybe we are but I have never known such a person. Here is what I have known: If you want to live love, if you want to live joy, happiness, bliss then you must be able to hold it. It seems, in a culture in which only "good or neutral" feelings (but not too good for too long, or too neutral for too long) may be regularly expressed, that holding joy should be easy, but let me ask you to reflect on the last time you were over-the-moon-happy. How long could you hold that feeling? How long did it keep you warm? A moment? An afternoon? A Week? Will you crawl back into that moment in your darkest hour, and believe it can sustain you? Further, I'd venture to say that while most people are capable of happy moments, few are capable of sustained bliss because they fear to let the river take them to places where they have been filled with the anguish of unmet needs, disappointment, broken-heartedness, disrespected grief, secret rage and ancient cellular terror. With all that we have inherited- the cost of a body- where is this bliss to anchor and live? Would you keep it in a dark cave, in it's own room, where you can go and look at it from time to time? Surely that is not your dream. You want ecstasy? You want manic happiness? Then you need to make space for it. All those unpleasant emotions you don't dance with: these are your tools. They will deepen you. They will cut long grooves into you so your pleasure may finally flow. They will carve out canyons in your inner landscape so that you can hold the enormity of your true self. The will make you large and strong and present for your home-coming. |
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