Thanks again for your enthusiasm and your detailed response.
I kept expecting David Brent to appear. It was as expected; there were some nice people. I'm relieved to have got the first day out of the way.I hope the first day of the new job has gone well?
The story is about someone's behaviour that affects 'me'. I can also see so clearly how my mood/stress levels/openness etc affect the interactions but part of me believes my stance to be true and objective. It loosens as I loosen.Is the story a about "you"?
Thought responds to this question by going "oh, 'you'. If I believed there was no 'me' then this story would have little power.How does thought respond to this question?
Subtle but very different. When I asked the question and tried only to look at sensation, i went to my belly and felt spaciousness and like the story didn't exist. I looked for the 'me' that is so upset by the story and, funnily enough, i couldn't find her. Stressful thoughts had a big part to play in this story.My body isn't feeling it.Now, don't look at thought, look at sensation and ask the question
"is this a story about "you"?
Is the answer that arises different, depending on whether thought or sensation is looked at?
Yes, there is some barrier. I don't think the gate is locked. Some subtle barrier that makes me teeter on the edge and then pull back. I do think it's a familiar feeling, something- fear- coming in and stopping me crossing the threshold- whatever threshold that might be. Something stopping this 'me' from letting go is what it feels like. I understand that 'I' can't go through the gate- that's the whole point isn't it?! This 'i' is clinging though.Walking up to the get and not getting through. Is there a barrier there? Is the gate locked? Is this a familiar feeling .... that something is stopping "you" from going where "you" wants to go?
Unfortunately "you" can't cross the gate. "You" has to be left behind.
Why can't "you" go through the gate?
I'm trying to connect with examples where this has happened- I can easily 'day dream' (my kids say "Mama, you're doing the dreamy thing!') I can think of times when I'm in a room and don't know why or I'm reading something when I'd intended to do something else. Those things have felt automatic- like the controller was out of the way and the 'dreamer' took over. Thought tries to 'snap me out of it' and remind me what I was up to originally. i'm not sure it gets cross with 'me', just tries to get me back on course. I think my thoughts quite like my dreamy self....Ever found yourself eating something without having thought about eating it first?
Ever found yourself in a shop without any thought of needing to go there?
A sort of "automatic" thing happening?
What does thought say when that happens? Does it tell "you" off? Does it get cross with "you"?
"My' face, "my' nose, 'me'! Now it's a loop of me, finger, me, finger. It's pointing to this mass called Hannah.Follow this instruction:
Point to yourself with a single finger.
Where is the finger pointing to?
What is under the finger?
Are "you" under the finger?
Under the finger is "hand of Hannah' fingers of Hannah, more Hannah. The more I look, the more distorted and peculiar it looks. Trippy and just 'hand'. The point doesn't look like a point anymore, it's the sensation of sight seeing 'hand'.
I'm not quite sure what you mean by 'under the finger'? I don't think i am under the finger. I don't sense a me, a Hannah, what i sense is seeing knot of fingers and rings, pink, lines, sparkles etc. I can't feel/sense the Hannah that I would see in the mirror. It is the sense of vision seeing shape.
Find an image of "you" in thought.
Look closely at the "you" in thought.
Find another image of "you" in thought.
Look closely at that image of "you" too.
Yes, I can see the two thought images side by side. Two distinct 'mes' from different times in my life. So each image represents or is symbolic of an imagined me from my past. A short hand for Hannah. So no, neither is the 'real' Hannah. They are symbols for this Hannah.It is possible to see the two thought images at the same time? Like two playing cards lying next to each other?
Which playing card is the real "you"? Either of them?
NOW LOOK BACK AT WHAT IS LOOKING.
What is there?
I can't find who is looking!!!! I closed my eyes, I smiled as I saw the Hannah's from the past - one from years ago, one from this morning- and I can't find the one looking, the one storing the thoughts and memories. What is there is spaciousness, not controller, no "me' wight he key to the door that holds all the pics, memories and experiences. My thought wants to think there is but when i look, she isn't there.
Thank you Nina,
Love Hannah x x x x

