How is it that so many roads converge to the same destination?
If I began my life in a different place or moved myself now, would I end up somewhere else? Or would I still come to the same home at the end of it all?
Is there some kind of seed in me that it doesn’t care where I am planted, but will spill the same branches and the same fruit regardless?
Are my limbs but weathervanes to a much subtler master?
Who is running to the gate when my will gets weak, and who is at the door to answer him?
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Why is it we think about the past as being less real? Is each second that passes by you less real than this current moment? Why would that be? Imagine, for a second, that ALL of those moments are just as real as this current moment. All the moments in what your life has been and all the moments in what it will be, ALL just as real and living as this current moment. Now imagine that you are like a kite soaring through each of those moments sequentially, and THAT is what time is. That is your soul traveling through time. All those moments already exist, they are what make up the fabric of this universe, we are just entities soaring through this pre-existing web of interconnected moments of all beings and all things. There are things outside of time that we will never get to experience because we are these kites flying through this web on the cusp of our individual time-winds. Things above the web, who knows what they are. . . . . . .
GENIUS! I had conceived of a similar idea but I didn’t know how feasible it was. Researchers at Michigan Tech are testing methods of communicating with disabled patients in varying states of consciousness and awareness (e.g. coma, paralysis, brain injury, etc.) by reading their brain activity after being given specific instructions. “The patients can be asked questions and given two things to think about for answers: playing tennis for Yes, walking around in their house for No. And different parts of their brain will light up. People can be conscious while appearing outwardly unconscious.”
It is unfortunate that from a very early age we are taught to eat quickly and that eating is just something we do to get energy in between doing more important things. Growing up, you also don’t hear a lot of parents asking their children questions like, “What is your leg telling you?” or “Are you listening to your heart?” You learn to ask these questions when doing yoga, meditation, or in emotional/behavioral therapy. As you might imagine, you feel awkward doing it. It’s as though you’ve been standing in a room your whole life and you are only now realizing that there has been another person there trying to talk to you the entire time.
Your body is talking to you, right now, and it always has been. Your muscles are calling to you, telling you they are uncomfortable, all they need is you to stretch them for a few minutes. Your head is telling you to drink more water by giving you headaches. Unexplained stress and fatigue are the ways your intestines tell you to eat less meat and bread for a while and to take it easy on things with preservatives, artificial flavor, and high fructose corn syrup in them (yes, this is oversimplifying for sake of brevity). Listen. Listen to your body and it will tell you everything you need. You’re not crazy, you’re not hopeless and you’re not drowning. You’re just not listening.
Each part of your body has a voice; if you’re giving it what it needs then it will be silent. Otherwise, you end up with a racket of cries for attention that get louder inside your head throughout the day until you finally collapse when you get home and try to drown the noise out with something stronger - television, alcohol, sweets, porn, anything to make your heart pound louder than the sound of your thoughts. We forget that there can be silence. That there should be silence in every day. Or maybe we haven’t ever really felt silence. But the beautiful thing is that when all of the parts of your body are silent and attended to, your mind can indulge in peace.
Your body and your brain are tied. What happens to one, happens to the other. Pay quality attention to the needs of your body because that energy you spend feeds directly back into you! It doesn’t go anywhere, it doesn’t drift out into the ether! If you’re not getting noticeable energy from what you’re eating, it’s because you don’t actually want this food, you want something better, you want something that took energy and effort and care to make. Your stomach is pursing its lips and shaking its head at the food you’re bringing to your mouth, but you eat it anyway. Remember that your body is wired to serve your needs because you are it and it is you. Give your body what it needs and you are immediately rewarded with more energy and a more cooperative body, a more cooperative you.
Also remember that all peace and all success is temporary. Don’t blame your body when it starts hurting or asking for care again. All experiences are temporary and that is why they must be enjoyed fully while we have them.
For the past three months in a row I’ve been completely out of money within the first week or so after getting my paycheck and I get paid monthly. It’s been like getting a big, consistent middle finger from the universe. Last month was a lot worse than this month and I had an experience I wanted to share.
I keep my spare change in a jar by my incense holder and I’d been avoiding cracking it open because it just felt pathetic… but I had reached that level. All my credit cards were maxed out, my secret stashes were emptied, and my checking account was $500 overdrawn. I didn’t have so much as a Starbucks giftcard to my name. So, I sucked it up, emptied my change jar into a ziploc bag and jingled my way to the bank.
When I set my bag of coins up on the counter in front of the teller, he looked at me like I was playing a joke and then he saw how hard I was trying to hide my embarrassment. He kindly told me I’d have to sort the change myself and gave me a coin sorter and some sleeves. I sat down at one of the tables and felt like a five year old opening his piggy bank. All I could think was, ‘Please don’t let anybody I know see me.’ And so, naturally, as if on cue, the next thing I hear is, “Hey! Kirk!” The universe does have TWO middle fingers, after all.
It was my friend Angelina. She asked me what I was up to and, resisting the urge to improvise a cover story, I told her I was scrounging for change. She nodded her head and said, “Yeah; been there.” I thought she was just being polite since she’s a nice person, but then she said, “I’ve been there with two kids AND no job.” That smacked me right in face. I realized simultaneously how lucky I was for only having to worry about my own well-being, but also how disproportionately distraught I was. This is temporary. I’m surviving and I’ve got plenty of things that make me incredibly happy.
I also got to experience trust in a way that I rarely do. It’s not often that I allow people to see me as anything but the well-collected, presentable Kirk I try to be most of the time. Growing up, I saw my parents having to ask for a lot of help because my dad didn’t have a regular job and income. I promised myself that I would never go without money and have to ask other people for help because I felt so shameful for needing so many handouts for so much of my life. Admitting that I am broke felt the same as admitting that I failed to keep my promise to myself and that I’ll end up the same as my dad - old, broke, and alone. That’s a horrible fear of mine. I trusted Angelina with the truth and she helped me see something that I couldn’t see myself - I may be broke, but there are many other important things in my life that are unbreakable and for those things I am incredibly grateful.