Hi Perry,
I've got gastroenteritits and a massive headache with it. Probably not the best conditions for investigating, but thought I'd have a go anyway.
that cloak of familiarity, welcome and unwelcome, comforting and constricting ... yes, you're on the edge. 'It' cannot be thrown off by force, but you can accept and investigate the experience ... something needs to be clearly seen, what is it?
The cloak, the cloak, the cloak is protecting itself. The habit of protection, of defensiveness is just doing its thing, round and round. The Cloak is building itself up with more threads, intervowens.
Yes! Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Just a habit protecting nothing. Can this really be? Nothing to protect! What is that like?
Disconcerting, it doesn’t really make sense intellectually. I mean, I had to protect my individuality so hard growing up. Even my basic needs, I had to fight for them at times. My right to exist as an individual has felt hard to get. All my protection mechanisms have allowed me to get where I am now, without them I would just be a shadow, living somebody else’s life.
But I agree a lot of that (all of it?)has now just become habitual and mostly painful.
If there is no ‘me’ then there is no need to defend it.
Letting that sink deeper, there is a sense of relief and lightness. Al this protecting takes sooo much effort and energy, it would be amazing not to have to do it all the time.
Spaciousness.
OK: so next time you have the space, and notice this going on, can you explore what is going on when 'MY' is added in to the raw immediate experience?
Have fun investigating 'my' and 'mine' :-)
I’m going slightly blank here.
Cat: interesting, sweet, free, crazy. My cat: should behave a bit better, it’s a reflection on me, shouldn’t go to the neighbours so much.
The broken lotus candle: beautiful, ordinary, when shall I light it up?. My broken lotus candle: guilt for breaking it, irritation toward the packaging that was so hard to work out, don’t light it, keep it here.
My: tensing, worrying, judging, wanting to protect, to keep safe. Paranoia. Holding tightly. Closing down. Need to control, restrict.
There’s an identification that takes place when something is seen as mine. My shiny chandelier makes me feel shiny, my crazy cat reflects my own craziness, etc...
Mostly there seem to be judgement: should be better, bigger or not be there at all (my headache, should have gone by now!)
There’s a reducing, a constricting/tensing around the thing, which tries to control it, but also diminish it.
There is not so much appreciating and enjoying.
Not a lot of joy or freedom.
Probably all I can do today,
xxx