Suppressed anger…

repressed_emotionsAnger is a big issue. Feeling anger is totally normal, but expressing it, feeling it is made wrong by society, by family, by spouses.

So we suppress it. We feel shame about it. And it is killing us.

I first attempted to learn how to release my accumulated anger when I was in my mid-thirties… and it took me ten years to do that. I had no guidance, no permission, no one to tell me how to do it, really.

The common misconception is that expressing anger is a good thing: just let it all hang out, yell, beat your pillow senseless, but that is just plain not true. Expressing anger as anger doesn’t empty you of anger, it just makes it worse, it drives it deeper.
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You live inside a machine… now… Respect the machine… Don’t fight it.

respect the machineRespect the machine… [note]What does it mean “respect the machine”?

A 67 step coaching student asks:

A question. The machine wants instant gratification or think that it’s being used by others and why should I give them everything. What I am pondering about is how I should give the machine what it wants while I do things differently. Like giving my best.

And it’s very tricky to see things with the voice that tells me that no, it’s not your fault, you are not like that, blaming on other stuff instead.

It’s funny I’ve been hearing a lot of voices lately and recognizing them as voices and I could start hearing a voices saying in Swedish something like; “What are you going to do. Stop living?”.

And my answer… I hope it makes sense:

I just realized that you think the word “respect” means: obey, cater to, please it… the way my mother meant it.

But respect means: look again. See it for what it is. In the case of the machine, the machine won’t go away. that is what you see when you look again. but obeying the machine, pleasing the machine is no way part of respect.

You need to please yourself. Inside the machine that doesn’t go away. You can’t do it unless you know how the machine works.

It’s like unless you know where the door is in your room, you cannot get out… respect the room. respect physical reality, and stop walking into the wall.

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Many of you will get unstuck reading, understanding, and making what I teach in this post instinctual.

Many topics give themselves better and easier to make an advice, a guidance, a new method of doing things instinctual.

I envy the teachers of those “things”… My favorite teacher, ever, is Robert Plank because of his “how”. I make a point of taking all the classes he teaches, because I can see the path: how what he teaches will be made instinctual.

And try I might, I haven’t been able to duplicate it in my courses.

World view, attitudes, how to read, creating context, etc. seem to be not quite demonstrable, and not that easy to tell people what to do exactly to make them instinctual.

Instinctual means you can do it like you can breathe…

I have managed with a few things myself, but quite a few things: I still have to see, suffer, and do…

Everything in what I teach has to go past the hearing and the understanding level. Because the distance between those levels and actually applying them, instinctually, is like crossing the Grand Canyon… not very likely.

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Finding out you live in the Valley of The Shadow of Death

I had a brainstorm the other day.

For a while I have been having an identity crisis: what is that I am really doing… who am I?

So the other day, way before the sun came up, I was looking at files on my hard drive from long time ago. By what I found I could see how my thinking was then, I could see how my thinking has changed, and how it has become murkier and murkier.

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What is Negativity?

negativityWhat is negativity?

Most of us seem to know what it is, we feel it, some in their guts, some in their heart, but feel it, especially when other people are negative. When it’s within us, we feel despair, anxiety, worry, we have a sense of dread, or we are sad, nervous, stressed, hyper, manic, depressed, or just listless. We get sick from it.

We do not recognize it as negativity on ourselves and that allows it to go rampant, unmanaged, something that happens to us and all we can do about it is complain, bear it, or take some pills.

In the normal course of events we don’t notice anything special tied to what we think or say, because we are so mired in negativity, it’s normal. Our life is lived in quiet (or not so quiet) desperation, and that’s that. Continue reading

The Binary, The Pendulum, The Tedium, The Lifeless Life…

Do you work on your mind to make it better? You are making the bars of your prison shinier…

One of the activities of the mind  that takes you out of the present is comparing.

If you are new here, you probably think that I am talking about your brain… but the mind is only a limited function of the brain. The brain is like the world, and the mind is like a room in your house… much smaller, and totally insulated from the world. Continue reading

15 Different Ways to Get Yourself in Troubled Mode

fightingPeople contact me and ask for their vibrational reading. I send it to them and they write back. Many say: their vibration should be higher… It is not clear to them what in their thinking makes their vibration so low… here are 15 reasons your vibration could be low:

15 styles of Distorted Thinking that distort your view of reality and make you miserable, low vibration, and seemingly irreparable

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More about tithing… Become a value recognizer

recognize value More about tithing;

In the previous article on tithing we discussed the issue whether to tithe or not to tithe.

In this article we’ll look at the issue: if you want to tithe: what is the best way, what is the best place, from the point of view of your own self-interest.

The distinction I’d like to introduce here: Value recognizer, and I suggest that you become one. Why? You’ll see… invaluable!

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