What is the dread actually about?
Take a look, what is the dread protecting?
So, there's sensation (in the stomach) labeled as "not so nice" or "too tense"
There's an impersonal sensation, like a "wall or protective layer within me, above the heart"
Thought coming up: "I can't do this (again and again)" (that last parst is somehwat implied here).
Oh, but that's "the spot", definitly.
And this feeling here is all about "giving up" or having given up. or rather interpreted that way.
it's really opaque and hollow now.
this feeling that opens up maybe mainly characterized by the surrounding uhm... by it's surroundings, which are thoughts like:
- it's difficult to know, what to do with this
- I don't know, what to do with this
- I don't understand it.
all of that is, you know, somewhat true, but more interestingly it's felt as tension here.
That feeling is somewhat of a "dumbness".
I wonder if "dumbness" can be accepted here?
it's not thought-level dumbness. it's sensation labeled as such.
(if you want to hear thought level dumbness, we have that in stock anytime. Just ask about my opinions on java programming or the current Bundeskanzler)
but can "dumbness" be accepted? here?
it even feels as if opinions (about the Bundeskanzler, that really got me annoyed and going) are protecting something.
for some reason what comes up is that "I'm completly done because you can just die, one moment to the next". probably just losely related.
maybe i don't enjoy feeling dumb, because "it doesn't protect me". maybe that's what they mean with "control". maybe all these explanations are a bargain for control and "dumbness" doesn't change anything.
there's that sensation, and also the assumption of a boundary to that sensation, which doesn't show up outside of a mental image.
The “failure” feeling is worth examining.
now, right now, I really see that "spec" of
"i failed that" in every movement of thought and so.
Like that "I" in the sentence.
Just now the
"but what if nothing can be held onto" thought came, and I just saw, and it was thouroughly fine.
failure feeling
ah, right, yeah.
it's a bodily sensation "underneath" the movement of thought.
labels such as
"oh,... oh, right, ...i am sorry" come.
dissapointment is in there
labeled as
"it must be dissappointment about myself".
"I don't want this feeling/sensation" thought came, as "too many thoughts dropped away"
there comes a state of recognizing this body sensation and the thought:
"but i can't always have that, so what's the use anyway?"
Thought:
"I'm so worried about just rambling to you, wasting your time" comes,
along with mental image of a child, labeled "me" being really down and sorry and small and exhausted and sad and beaten (as in opposite of victorious).
and unloved.
very bodily (stomach/ tummy) relaxation. It's working through this body visceraly.
thought:
"I don't want to feel like failure"
oh yeah, I think that's what "keeps" me from really trying this sometimes. Or trying and fighting myself in the process. or, you know, wants me to
give up.
Not the thoughts of failure, the feeling itself. What is the raw sensation before the word failure arrives to explain it?
sensation/thought like
"I'm sad, that I have to look there" comes.
which feels like a "lack of inhabiting sensation/space". Okay.
again.
Not the thoughts of failure, the feeling itself. What is the raw sensation before the word failure arrives to explain it?
it's a fleeting sensation. easy enough to find really.
a bit jittery and air-y (i.e. fleeting), like standing at the edge of a cliff and catching yourself, just before falling.
a bit like briefly pulling back from sensation and "inhabiting" it again.
but also thought labels.
like "I can't do this anymore"
again, it's noticed how "dumbness can't protect me", just sitting here.
what is the part of you that wants to be done with it outside of thought?
it came as a suprise, but there's not tangible thing that's dreadful about this.
It is a wanting to escape the actual sensations that are here. So that is where to go.
I will carry this with me.
It IS all a story. When recognition doesn’t come, is the story any less a story?
huh.. theres wondering about that here