The self as a “demand-pattern” or “contraction around preference” or “refusal of what is already happening” — interesting. Yes. Rolling those ideas around in my brain.
Instant tears. Contraction in the throat, chest, and face. Maybe elsewhere too, but those are the most obvious places. Definite recoil. Body saying, “NO.” (I don’t often have such strong visceral reactions to things.)Say internally:
“This may never become the life I wanted.”
Then stop.
What happens?
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I wrote the above last night. Now continuing in the morning, after a night of insomnia, maybe or maybe not related to all of this. (I appreciate your compassion and am heartened by your use of the word “close.”)
Same reaction again this morning to “This may never become the life I wanted.”
The latter seems most accurate.What is being defended?
A life?
An identity?
A spiritual future?
A hope that “I” will finally be safe because reality becomes agreeable?
Same reaction: sobbing, clenching.Let that hope die for ten seconds.
Not dramatically. Not heroically.
Just don’t feed it.
What remains?
And: Sitting here in bed. Birds chirping outside. The sound of electricity. Tears running down my face. The feel of the material of my sweatshirt on my arms. The sounds of typing on my laptop. Blowing my nose. Wondering what you actually had in mind with “What remains?”
My body seems to be wearing out its reaction to that sentence, at least for now. No instant sobbing this time. Most noticeably: tightness in throat. Said the sentence again. Brief urge to cry.You catch it by slowing the moment of resistance down.
Try it now, with the sentence:
“This may never become the life I wanted.”
Then pause.
Don’t answer mentally. Watch the body.
Where is the hit?
Didn’t immediately scroll down to your proposed possible answers.Now ask, very simply:
What is this contraction protecting?
Here comes the sobbing again.
Maybe it feels like the contraction in the throat is keeping me from screaming or wailing? “Protecting” me from . . . embarrassing myself? really acknowledging the depth of the feelings?
More sobbing.
Now scrolling down to your possible answers, which go in a bit of different direction than I went. But yes, absolutely:
Even though I can say that I know that's not how it works.“I want awakening to save me.”
(Not sure what “The text” refers to. Maybe the “text” of the thought-story?)
So I guess I’m doing this right now with . . . what? “This may never become the life I wanted”? Or “I want awakening to save me”? Or back to “This is only a momentary reprieve”? Or with anything I notice I’m resisting?So the actual practice is:
I guess I’ll go with “This may never become the life I wanted.”
1. Notice resistance. Check.
2. Locate it in the body. Check.
3. Let the defended fantasy speak once. (Interesting.) “I want my life to completely suit me!” Or: “I want a complete end to suffering!”
4. See the bargain. (Interesting to think of it as bargaining.) Yep: “I will accept reality only when reality finally becomes acceptable to me.”
5. Drop back below the bargain. Stay with the sensation before the story finishes building the self around it. OK, back to the sensations.
Hmm . . . I know that the “right” answer is that the unease itself is bearable, and the resistance to it is what’s unbearable, but I’m not feeling that distinction at the moment.Feel the unease.
Is the unease itself unbearable?
Or is the unbearable part the demand that it disappear?
That is the cut.
Oh, OK, good. One more round:
(To be continued . . . )Now again, with no theory:
What is being defended right now, in this exact moment?
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(OK, relocated to the coffee shop where I sometimes work.)
So: What is being defended right now, in this exact moment?
Um . . . Hmm . . . Not sure whether the intention is for me to continue with, e.g., “This may never become the life I wanted,” but I think that’s what I’ll do. Might've lost some momentum, though.
So: This may never become the life I wanted.
I feel again like I’m wearing out the reaction to that for the time being. But do still feel tightness in my throat and a hint of tears wanting to come.What is being defended right now, in this exact moment?
And where is it felt in the body?
Defending a fantasy that I can still somehow get my life to completely suit me. But I’m now saying that more as an idea I have accepted than from a felt sense.
I've noticed that my postscripts are what you’ve been most explicitly responding to. Not sure what to make of that. Wonder if I’ll have a P.S. today.
I am so very grateful to you, vince, for the time and care you're putting into this. (Watching your interview with Pernille, I realized I’d been writing your name incorrectly, with a capital V.)
Used up much of my morning work time again. One hour left for some work before lunch . . .

