Are You Pretending It’s True When It Isn’t?

I’ve been deeply engrossed in the Eating Peace Program I’m putting together, week to week making a new presentation for the participants which is a lecture, not a live self-inquiry session.

It’s so very different…I read, collect information from the notes I’ve taken over the years. My researcher mind is working, and in the flow.

I notice, I’m excited. I love this!

Something I’m presenting this very morning in a few hours in this program is an idea so juicy, I wanted to share it with you, too.

It’s the idea that we are imagination machines.

We are almost made to invent stories, create tales and meaning, build something out of nothing.

Peter Ralston, author of The Book of Not Knowing (a huge fat book of writing all about Not Knowing, how hilarious is that?) suggests to look at how we play when we are not yet grown up.

Look at kittens.

They play mock fighting, hunting, killing games, pouncing on things and each other.

Look at us when we’re children.

We make stuff up constantly in play.

We’re having tea parties with stuffed animals, we’re protecting the house from aliens, we’re running away from the witch who lives next door, spying on the odd creatures a few years older than us (our siblings and their friends), listening with rapt attention to adults read fairy tales.

When I was young, with another family who was very close (our parents all bought vacation property together) we had a band of seven kids. We always pretended we were full brothers and sisters, all related to each other.

And we were orphans.

We lived in the woods in an old hut, on berries (we picked buckets of delicious blackberries) and “survived” happily, lying down when it was “night” until someone would say “it’s morning!” We ran for hours in the woods and tall grasses, got water by the river, brought snacks from the “real” kitchen cupboard, pretending we had acquired it from our rigorous hunting.

We played make-believe.

And we knew when the game was over and we heard the big gong ringing that meant time for dinner back in the real cabin.

But as we grow and grow, and have more and more experiences, we put the meaning we’ve gathered from experience so far, or that we’ve heard about somewhere and pictured, and put it on what’s happening now.

It’s like playing make-believe but forgetting we’re playing make-believe!

Except it might not be as difficult as you think to find out what’s making you suffer in your own mind.

Here’s a really simple and easy exercise you can do, that helps you access what you’re believing.

Get your pen and paper and answer the following prompt:

This situation is full of turmoil, and it means that…..

What do you think will happen in this story, that you don’t like? What have you heard of happening that sounds awful?

There.

Right then, you have what may be a vivid picture, in your imagination, of a frightening scenario.

Now you can study it. You can investigate. Inquire with the four questions.

Maybe even make friends with it.

You may find it’s not as bad as you think. You may find it’s not actually even true. It’s not happening. You are safe. You are loved. You are surviving. You are beautiful. You are cared for.

Just like when I was a child and I always knew I was not really an orphan. I was just having fun pretending I was.

Are you pretending?

“First, we can train in letting our story lines go. Slow down enough to just be present, let go of the multitude of judgments and schemes, and stop struggling…Whether we regard our situation as heaven or as hell depends on our perception.” ~ Pema Chodron

Much love, Grace

Blessing: May You Awaken

It was a long and fabulous time with friends and family yesterday, and I was off the computer.

Gasp!

But I did receive in the mail the day-before-yesterday a gorgeous card from a very sweet, sincere and grateful client who participated recently in the Relationship Hell To Heaven teleclass.

She had insights that changed her perspective in such a way, she was discovering a new lightness and healing that felt very unexpected.

She did it herself.

She inquired into beliefs she never thought to question before.

I so love these freedom stories.

She enclosed a little poem blessing from the late John O’Donohue, an inspiring Irish Catholic priest and author.

A beautiful blessing for you:

May you awaken to the mystery of being here and enter the quiet immensity of your own presence. May you have joy and peace in the temple of your senses. May you receive great encouragement when new frontiers beckon. May you respond to the call of your gift and find the courage to follow its path. May the flame of anger free you from falsity. May warmth of heart keep your presence aflame and may anxiety never linger about you. May your outer dignity mirror an inner dignity of soul. May you take time to celebrate the quiet miracles that seek no attention. May you be consoled in the secret symmetry of your soul. May you experience each day as a sacred gift woven around the heart of wonder.” ~ John O’Donohue

Much love, Grace

Even In The Midst of Sorrow….Thank You

One day a very dear old friend left me a message on my voice mail in the midst of working with clients much of the day. He said he was looking forward to getting together, and by the way, felt so heavy-hearted that day with the News.

“What news?” I thought, with a zap of adrenaline.

Uh oh.

What happened? What natural disaster, or death tragedy?

It turned out a man had gone into a school and killed 28 people, the majority of them children.

I’ve written in the past about how the pain of fearing for the welfare of a child is terrible.

Then here comes evidence that bad things happen. Horrifying things. Senseless, awful violence.

How could this ever happen?

It’s so one-track minded, believing painful repetitive beliefs. Not taking into account MORE than just the mind and its perceptions.

Sense-Less.

Not sensing love, colors, smells, touch, connection, gravity, wonder, leaves, sounds, music, breezes, skin, shoes, horns, voices, rain, silverware, sky.

I remember Katie’s story when she reports having a man pull a gun on her. She said that she had the thought, right when he did this, that she hoped he didn’t shoot her, for his own sake.

Today my sweet prayer for everyone here, everyone on the planet, is that they remember how big they are. How much more than what they think.

Everyone, every single person, is full of possibility, potential, love, the life force.

If there is anyone out there suffering, I am sorry, please forgive me, I love you….thank you, thank you.

I am so glad you’re here, you have no idea.

I am so touched that you’ve made it this far, that you’re alive, that you have such a beautiful heart, that you care so much.

Everything is OK.

Even in the midst of profound sadness, fear, rage, or despair that appears to happen….especially in the middle of that.

“There was something formless and perfect before the universe was born. It is serene. Empty. Solitary. Unchanging. Infinite. Eternally present. It is the mother of the universe. For lack of a better name, I call it the Tao. It flows through all things, inside and outside, and returns to the origin of all things.” ~ Tao Te Ching #25

Much love and gratitude, Grace

Share Your Experience Without Any Expectation

Several years ago I was on a weekend away with some amazing women who are great friends. I had some wonderful, connected, intimate girlfriend conversations. I love the women who are close friends in my life.

One of them said to me something I’ve heard more than a handful of times over the past years.

You’d be so great at offering healing retreats for people recovering from food and eating pain.

People told me that even fifteen years ago.

I would think “yuck, no thanks”.

I know that sounds harsh.

But the years I spent in intense concentration around food, what to eat, what not to eat, what a bad person I was, what a failure, how I couldn’t stop, the wild chaotic cravings, the gorging, the money spent on food binges, the insecurity, the starvation, the torture, the agony….

….I used to think I could never go anywhere near that again.

I didn’t want to hear anyone talk about diets, diet books, recipes, calories, nutrition, vitamins, losing weight, needing to lose weight, or anything to do with ingesting, digesting, consuming or eating.

Unless they talked about it with pure, joyful pleasure.

(Bossy bossy).

But then something changed….

….at first just ever so slightly, then in a more pronounced, solid, grounded way.

This particular change started about a decade ago. Around the same time I did my first School for The Work.

I had not had a binge-eating episode for about fifteen years prior to going to that 9 day school.

Yet, I wasn’t entirely happy when it came to food and eating. I was constantly worried I ate too much, looked bad, or was doing something wrong if I ate a big dessert.

Not exactly peaceful. I’d still see glimpses of myself in a window, and cringe.

Too fat. Too imperfect.

Even though I had come a long, long way from the extreme behavior with food and eating.

But after that school with Byron Katie…

…something clicked about food and eating and hunger and fullness, and how I saw my body in the mirror, that brought many years of therapy and analysis about this “problem” to a resolve.

Instead of feeling nervous or worried about my own inner life with food and eating, something about it was…..over.

The searching was over, the anxiety, the feeling that food was my enemy…over. 

For the first time, I actually ate everything and drank everything, without rules or fear or planning or dieting.

Meaning, nothing was taboo in the world. I’d sip an alcoholic drink, eat fried chicken, eat a delicious bite of baguette with gusto. And butter.

It was like I could close my eyes and actually tune in to the feeling of what was enough, knowing it was safe to stop eating, or start eating.

I’d get more food later, when enough-ness wore off. I could feel what foods actually felt really good, and which ones didn’t.

This was what I had always wanted. I even lost a small amount of weight.

After that inner thing clicked in…

…I began to feel more open about answering questions about my experience of becoming normal around food, healing that terrible cycle with food, ending the inner hell.

One day someone said, again, “you should really talk about what you’ve learned to others, help them out.”

I signed up to be a speaker for an organization called Eating Disorders Northwest (it became Northwest Eating Disorders Association later).

As a volunteer, I went to classrooms in high schools and junior highs, and talked at assemblies about having bulimia and almost-anorexia.

Three hundred middle schoolers, all in rapt attention staring at me!

I was a nervous wreck!

But I just told my own story and answered questions.

Then moms started contacting me about working with their daughters, and women began to call me about working on their obsessive behavior with diets and food and exercising.

Another colleague said “you really should teach what you’ve learned, what you know, about recovering…..as a spiritual path.”

I started not to poo-poo it so much anymore.

Even though a part of my mind would say people will think uncomfortable, disparaging things about me.

I thought they’d say eating is a dumb problem, so superficial, such a first world problem of the privileged class, so many others have it worse, who cares about how you eat, how you eat isn’t really that important…

No one ever said those things to me.

I thought them myself.

But I could see, through the slowing down and looking and sweetness that was blossoming in my life around how I ate and thought about food…

…that something very powerful had happened, something I had only dreamed of was possible.

And now, I can turn all those thoughts around, and find the turnarounds to be truer:

Eating is a brilliant problem to have, so deep. It’s a shared problem of so many diverse people in the world. We are all in this together. I care deeply about how I eat (how I think) and how others think about food. How you eat is really important. 

It really is that important, when it is.

It’s showing you something about the basics of life…taking in energy, expending energy, supporting yourself, nurturing, giving, caring for you.

“You can examine your life by either looking at the way you live or the way you eat. Both are paths to what is underneath and beyond the eating: to that in you that has never gotten hungry, never binged, never gained or lost a pound.” ~ Geneen Roth

Eating, I accept now, is a spiritual path. I am still on this path as long as I have a body.

Wherever you are, you can share what you’ve gone through and what you’ve learned. You don’t have to wait as long as I did.

In fact, don’t. You don’t have to hold back or keep it inside, the way I did. Or avoid sharing your imperfect self.

You can tell other people about it, you can tell your story freely. Tell anyone and everyone.

You never know when what you tell honestly will help someone change their direction, or when it will help YOU change direction.

Byron Katie talks about going to prison to teach inmates there how to do The work and question their beliefs:

“I love thanking these men for sacrificing their entire lives to teach our children how not to live–and therefore how to live–if they want to be free. I tell them that they are the greatest teachers and that their lives are good and needed. Before I leave, I ask them ‘Would you spend the rest of your life in prison if you knew that it would keep one child from having to live what you’re living?’ And many of these violent men understand, and they just well up with tears like sweet little boys. There is nothing we can do that doesn’t help the planet. That’s the way it really is.” ~ Byron Katie

Whether you’re troubled or happy, share what’s going on inside of you.

The sharing and being who you are is the greatest gift. Really.

Much Love,  Grace

P.S. I’ll be back with a video next week 🙂

A Strange Thing To Do When Something Is Missing

Noticing what is here may help you enter the turnaround that all is well, now.
Noticing what is here, now, may help you feel peace.

Last weekend in Eating Peace, the intensive program exploring food, eating and bodies that’s currently underway, our 90 minute webinar presentation dove into beginning a grand exploration of Not Enough.

Deficiency. Something Missing. Absent. Lacking.

It’s a mysterious and murky area, the feelings are troubling, the thoughts scattered.

I used to feel like I was visiting here on the planet, and not “home”.

Kinda like ET.

Sad, determined to return home, suffering more as time passed without getting there.

All the time it was like something was missing, someone’s absent but I wasn’t sure who, something lacking in me or in the environment.

Not enough. Not sufficient.

I may not always feel at home now, but my relationship to this not-home-ness is very different than the sadness and longing I once felt.

I’m very interested in this not-homey feeling, when it arrives.

I know it’s a reaction to an orientation where my view is thatsomething is definitely missing.

How do you know you’re having a Not Enough, Deficient moment?

You’re overcome with wanting to grab for something, or you’re very focused on rejecting something, or you wanna bolt.

If you use activities, thoughts or substances in this world to get away from not-enough-ness, then you might notice you’re having a big craving to eat, or to go do the activity that helps you escape or find comfort.

Maybe you can’t sleep for repeating in your mind how much you hate or fear something….you’re rejecting it with anger, argument, even rage.

Relationships are a *great* place for not enough-ness to show up.

That person leaves, and you have a heart attack you’re so distressed.

Or you’re madly in love with someone, and I mean “madly”.

You know what I’m talking about, right? Kind of embarrassing.

It’s doesn’t have to be logical, you notice it come into your awareness and BOOM….

….this moment now is missing something.

Not good enough. Not kind enough or fun enough. Not powerful, full, or strong enough!

Even if it’s quite overwhelming, if you pause and wait a moment before acting (and this might feel yucky or alarming at first) you may be surprised.

Without the belief that you will be swallowed up by emptiness and lack and that there really is something missing, who would you be?

What would that be like?

What would it be like to not DO something about this emptiness?

This includes not eating, drinking, smoking, doing, thinking, acting, getting busy, obsessing, sending emails or pining after that love-of-your-life character that got away.

Without the belief that this situation is really Not Enough….you might recognize what you’ve lost, either right now, or in the past.

You might sob with grief.

Here’s what was strange about the change I felt about being here in life, incarnated as a human being (apparently) just like you:

When I was crushed with the awareness of Something Missing and that there was nothing I could do about it….

….I began to see what I could do about it.

And it wasn’t eat.

It wasn’t grab desperately, or reject with a vengeance, or run for the hills from anyone or anything.

It was staying where I was and looking around in the present moment, being with the one I was with….now.

“By feeling the emotions, you can get to an understanding; you can get to see what it is you lost, and experience it. We need to become aware of our emotions in order to understand and see our essence; emotions are a guide and point to where essence has been lost….Essence is something more real and more substantial than emotions. Essence is something as real as your blood.” ~ A.H. Almaas

Turning the thought around: nothing is missing, lacking, absent, deficient about anything in this moment.

“It is not my experience that we are here to fix the world, that we are here to change anything at all.  I think we are here so the world can change us.  And if part of that change is that the suffering of the world moves us to compassion, to awareness, to sympathy, to love, that is a very good thing.” ~ Cheri Huber

Today, even if you feel your heart will break….can you sit and notice what is in your situation, your environment, that isn’t missing?

What IS here?

Can I notice, and find examples, for just a moment…rather than notice what isn’t here?

Wow.

There’s so much here.

I can’t believe I missed it.

Much love, Grace

Winding Up As The Artist Called You

Yesterday I got to work with a lovely inquirer who speaks for many of us when we’re anticipating something in the future….
….and we feel *NERVOUS*!
It’s not the type of thing we’re gonna cancel.
Oh no indeed, we’re excited about what’s about to happen….
….it’s a party, a speech we’re giving, we’re going to be on stage, we’re attending a conference, we’re taking a big exam, we’re asking someone for something important to us like a date or sex or moving in or moving out, we’re taking a trip, we’re attending a class, we’re starting a degree program.
My client was about to be the solo star in a big classical concert on stage.
The thoughts creating stress and anxiety begin to get louder, the closer the time comes to the event.
Let’s inquire….
What are your troubling thoughts? What’s the worst that could happen?
They need to like it, I want support, I want to make a difference, I should be effective, I want them to love me, I want him to be attracted to me, I want her to comfort me, I must succeed, I must win, I need to do a really good job, I need to be approved of, I need to be appreciated, I want to be relaxed, I want to be peaceful, I should calm down!
Byron Katie often talks about our human desire for love, approval or appreciation.
The very first thing to do, in this predicament, is not get upset with yourself for caring….for wanting love, approval or appreciation.
You shouldn’t calm down, until you do.
I’ve talked with so many people, and seen it in myself so regularly, that it appears to be a very normal reaction to speedy-speedy quick crave approval and then attack yourself for wanting it.
You may have noticed that telling yourself to calm down, or chill, or stop caring so much, or straighten up, or relax, doesn’t exactly work like a charm.
So let’s dial back to the belief that approval, appreciation or love would be freakin’ awesome.
Is it true?
Uh, yeah!?! Right?
Are you suggesting it isn’t? Are you nuts?
I would HATE people booing me off the stage. Or yelling, crying, screaming at me. Or talking to their friends about me in a mean way (“Did you hear her speech last weekend? Awful! I would NEVER attend a workshop with her, what a loser)!
The client I was working with imagined bad reviews in the paper, her critical mother in the audience, some oppressive “watcher” monitoring her for mistakes.
But who would you be without the belief that you could fail, screw it up….or that it would be horrible to be hated, shunned or criticized?
Woah.
So different.
If it were not truly possible to lack love, appreciation, approval?
Gloriously open. Connected to everyone and everything.
Noticing the support of the stage, the floor, the chairs filled with people, the lights, the claps, the eyeballs looking, the ceiling, the air temperature….all the incidents, arrangements, conversations, activity that became this moment, now.
And in the moment before the event happens, in my anticipation, I have only what I am imagining. I don’t actually know what it will be like, until I am there, in the moment.
It can’t be like it has ever been before, it won’t repeat anything from the past exactly as it ever happened previously, and now is only empty space with a quiet room, and pictures in my mind.
I turn the thoughts around:
They need to dislike it if they do, I have support, I don’t want to make any difference, I should be ineffective, I want me to love myself, I want me to be attracted to only me, I’m comforting them, the job I do is just right, I don’t need any approval, I already am appreciated, I want to be excited, I want to be nervous, I should be full of energy!
It’s not possible for me or anyone else to permanently fail or screw up (it could be entertaining if we do)…and I am willing to be shunned, hated, criticized or judged.
Wow, seriously?
Yes.
 
I notice everyone is their own unique life, that’s the way it works.
Everyone, themselves. Including me. Including you. On stage, or off stage. Judged or loved. Accepted, not accepted.
Nothing you can actually do about it.
“Anyone in harmony with what is has no past to project as a future, so there’s nothing she expects….She lets all things come because here they come anyway; it’s not as if she had a choice. She lets all things go because there they go, with or without her consent.” ~ Byron Katie
 
Whatever has happened, what if that’s just the way it needed to go before? And in the future, that will be what’s appropriate for that moment, whether one person is watching, or 100,000.
“When I was a child my mother said to me, ‘If you become a soldier, you’ll be a general. If you become a monk, you’ll be the pope.’ Instead I became a painter and wound up as Picasso.” ~ Picasso
Much love, Grace

Seeing Through Your Fear To Be Safe

The darkness of fear is bleak, but are you sure the story you're telling is absolutely true?
The darkness of fear is bleak, but are you sure the story you’re telling is absolutely true?

Her eyes brimmed with tears, she looked as if her heart was breaking and she was trying not to feel it.

A woman who had come to work with me was on skype, but we could see each other clearly, it was almost like being in person, even though she was across the Atlantic Ocean.

She had discovered her long-term partner had been paying for porn sites on the internet, going to places to buy sexual experience, and ran up debt feeding what seemed like an addiction to casual or sexual encounters with people he didn’t know.

She found out because of a pocket-dial. One of those weird times where the cell phone accidentally gets tapped, makes the call, and a voicemail is recorded.

She heard a long, strange 4 minute voicemail that sounded completely bizarre, and she had questions.

The questions led to more questions, realizing her partner was lying.

We’ve all had moments when it seems like someone isn’t telling the truth, or they’re telling the partial truth, or something doesn’t add up.

It’s sooooo easy to begin the barrage of thinking when betrayal, panic, fear arises.

You really believe something’s awful, and you’re terrified.

I remember having the same kind of experience myself.

I was trying to reach a man I was interested in by phone. He normally was very available. Almost always picked up the phone, we’d have long conversations. We weren’t even in a relationship….but I thought it was going in that direction.

It didn’t matter if it was called a relationship or not a relationship.

The dreamy elixir of addictive thinking was present.

I need him. I want him. He adores me. He wants me. This is thrilling. This is fabulous. This is giddy. I can’t wait for the next call.

I called back two hours later. No answer. I called back before bed. No answer. I texted the next day. No answer.

Five days later, he called and told me all about his sexcapades, illegal activity, strange dark unhappy environments.

Oh.

That’s the way it is.

And then a whole other pile of thoughts fly in like a tidal wave.

What an idiot I’ve been. I can’t believe I picked that person. He’s so wrong. I don’t need him. I don’t want him. I was so mistaken. This sucks.

Crash.

The world collapses. The dream is over.

But who would any of us be if we didn’t have the beliefs in either the ecstasy or the hell of love relationships? If we didn’t think they could save us, or kill us? If we didn’t cling to others, or avoid others?

Who would we BE without the belief that relationships offer something “special” whether it’s uplifting or earth-shattering?

Kinda weird, right?

What if we really investigated the beliefs that partnerships are such a big honkin’ deal?

Immediately, I find a middle road opening as if fog is parting, and there’s a path.

It’s OK to walk the path alone, it’s OK to walk the path holding someone’s hand, it’s OK to walk the path with a few close friends, it’s OK to walk the path with a whole group arm in arm together for awhile, and then alone again.

“Rather than letting our negativity get the better of us, we could acknowledge that right now we feel like a piece of shit and not be squeamish about taking a good look.” ~ Pema Chodron

And so I began the journey with my client that day. The journey of taking a good look.

Remembering my own looking as we investigate together.

Turning everything around: I am not abandoned now, I abandoned myself in that situation, I am set free, I do not know where this is really going, things come and things go including relationships, things are torn apart, things are built up, there is movement, all is very well except in my thinking.

Could all these things be just as true, or truer?

Yes.

“There is no greater illusion than fear, no greater wrong than preparing to defend yourself, no greater misfortune than having an enemy. Whoever can see through all fear will always be safe.” ~ Tao Te Ching #46

Much love, Grace

 

You Are Never Truly Homeless, Even When You Are

Several people have written to me about joining YOI (Year of Inquiry) and how it works. Our year began in September….however if you’re really wanting to be in our inquiry circle to stay close and steady in the practice of questioning stressful thoughts, with a group of awesome people, then this is a super easy and great way to do it.

Three weeks out of every month we’re on the phone or skype together, from time zones all over the world, looking deeply at our thoughts, reading our worksheets out loud, closely investigating the pain and stress that arises in our lives.

People get to partner with others in the group if they choose, and we change topics every month….but you can always do your own work, even if it seems unrelated to our month-long subject.

We meet Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays. You can pick only one, or join them all. It all depends on your desire for practicing inquiry. To apply, click here.

The other day, during our Tuesday morning call, our investigating was profound.

I felt like we were the peacemakers of the world, considering our thoughts about homelessness, or any other group or person who seems frightening and strange.

Sitting on our call together, I remembered how close I came to my own “homelessness”…..

…..and how now, I see even better than ever before how NOT homeless I was back then, even though that beautiful house in my memory is no longer where I live.

I still drive by it from time to time, and gaze up the long driveway. I can’t really see the house. But images and memories pass through my mind like a speeding bullet train.

I used to think about my old house and feel sad, sad, sad.

I should never have felt we had to sell. We were so screwed up in our thinking. That was such a mistake. We didn’t have a good attitude towards money. We made life hard for ourselves for no reason.

I see so deeply today how there is nothing permanent, and thinking I need a shelter or structure over my head which stays the same is completely bonkers.

Afterall, I’m outta there sooner or later.

The reality is, I’ve actually moved by choice many times, and moved because it was what was required other times, and stayed planted right where I was other times, and looked for a place to sleep some times.

Just like everyone else.

By connecting with the fear of homelessness, by looking at someone I think of as “homeless” in my town, I turn it around and see what I’ve imagined to be so frightening, and what is at home, right now, no matter what’s going on.

Never homeless.

From that place, I notice, I can give the “homeless” person I walk past a hug.

“If you have a problem with people or the state of the world, I invite you to put your stressful thoughts on paper and question them, and to do it for the love of truth, not in order to save the world. Turn it around: save your own world. Isn’t that why you want to save the world in the first place? So that you can be happy? Well, skip the middleman, and be happy from here! You’re it. You’re the one. In this turnaround you remain active, but there’s no fear in it, no internal war. So it ceases to be war trying to teach peace. War can’t teach peace. Only peace can. I don’t try to change the world–not ever. The world changes by itself, and I’m a part of that change. I’m absolutely, totally, a lover of what is. When people ask me for help, I say yes. We inquire, and they begin to end their suffering, and in that they begin to end the suffering of the world.” ~ Byron Katie pg. 83 1000 Names For Joy

Much love,

Grace

P.S. December 6th is filling up–mini retreat in person in Seattle 1:30-5:30 pm all afternoon. What a great way to spend a winter Saturday.

 

Be Full of Love–Question Your Fears

So much can happen in a split second inside the imagination.

Get this.

I’m in a long-hours retreat weekend for three full days, 10 am until 11 pm-ish every day. It’s got the schedule of a hard-core zen retreat. We stand up and stretch for one minute intervals, there are two thirty minute breaks and one 90 minute meal break.

The second evening….or I should call it NIGHT since it was 11:45 pm, I decide to call my husband, hours away, on his own separate personal growth type retreat with a small group and a familiar beloved teacher for him.

As I walk to my car, my workshop day over, glancing at my text messages, emails and incoming calls missed all day, before I dial, I consider the hour.

It’s a bit late.

He might already be sleeping. He might be sleeping with a roommate or others in ear shot of the phone. He might be out of cell range. I have no idea of his environment.

Just about midnight.

I fire up the car, get the ice scraper out, clear the windshield. I begin my own drive home (for my retreat, I’m sleeping at home every night). I decide to go ahead and dial, thinking if he’s not available I’ll leave a newsy message, the kind I love to get, and wait to connect with him when we see each other again in person in a few days.

Ring Ring Ring.

I hear fumbling, a small thumping sound. Silence.

I say “hello?” Then I hear nothing. I check the phone screen. Yes, I am connected. Someone has answered his phone.

I say again “hello?”

Nothing.

I wait. It seems like I hear some foot steps. I imagine him quickly trying to hold the phone in a muffled position, exiting a dark room full of sleeping people, or a late-night retreat session, or a deep after-retreat-hours conversation about what’s being learned or discussed.

I better not talk, in case there’s total silence wherever he is and my voice would penetrate the room, coming out of the phone!

I wait. But then I say again….”Hello?” kind of anxious.

The phone screen shows seconds ticking by.

Then I hang up, feeling a little embarrassed.

Not that he would ever get upset about being called in the middle of something important, he’s not the sort to blame that on me, or anyone else. He’d be quite exceptional that way, actually, trusting that whatever incoming noises, rings and beeps occurred were for some good reason. He’d probably be amused about whatever went on. One of the most accepting and easy-going people I know.

And yet still. I should have known it was too late.

Arggh.

I should have asked him if I could call. I shouldn’t have rung his phone.

I turn on the CD and listen to a great lecture where I left off last time I was in the car, and listen to it all the way home.

In the morning, I notice….oh. There’s a voicemail.

From my husband. One minute after I phoned him last night.

He’s cheerily saying “what’s up? I saw you called but couldn’t hear anything! Call me back if you want.”

My imagination had gone through visions in tiny sparky flashes of my call causing a ring causing a disturbance causing irritation. My mind’s idea of the scene even pictured a frantic run out of a dark room, throwing a loud ringing phone out a window (what were those bump noises anyway).

My mind had even flashed on someone ELSE picking up the phone and answering it, someone who happened to be near my husband’s phone.

All that….and fortunately no intensity going anywhere. I slept well. No biggie.

But the scenes were there, the thinking had been immediately busy.

In those kinds of moments when worry starts to tweak you with pictures or creative ideas about what’s happening…

…remember to ask if it’s true.

Because, in that moment, that question was alive and well. I knew I had no idea what was happening. The movie playing was even rather entertaining.

But this is not always the case.

If you believe your worries, they turn into anxieties, then fear, then terror, then you’re flooded and overwhelmed with terrified feelings, darkness and hell.

All from not remembering to wonder “is this vision true?”

Reality check.

Look around. Nothing is happening.

I dialed a number. The phone on the other end was answered, apparently. There was a little sound, then silence.

That’s what actually happened.

One of my favorite things to do after learning of my mind’s capacity for fear-compulsion-addiction is to check out if things are true that I imagined, that I “guessed” were true.

When I called him back, I shared with him what I was seeing in my mind during those 46 seconds.

He chuckled and said “not even close.”

It is this very personal relationship with thought that is the cause of all the fear, ignorance, and suffering which characterizes the human condition, and which destroys the manifestation of true Love in this life. As long as your experience of self and life is defined by the mechanical, conditioned, and compulsive movement of thought, you are bound to a very, very limited perception of what is real…..
…..Experience your eternalness, your holiness, your awakeness until you are convinced that you are never subject to the movement of thought, of fear, or of time. To be free of fear is to be full of Love.” ~ Adyashanti

Anyone can do this. You do not need to be special.

To be full of love, you need only to stop and see if what you are imagining is actually true.

See if there is something present besides thinking.

See if you are safe.

I don’t really know why and how my visions are created, and why so much believing, repeating thoughts, fixating on images and concepts has occurred in the past without questioning any of it.

One day, I found out about questioning what was real.

So now that I know about inquiry, now that I know to ask what is true….ahhhhhhh.

Drama, entertainment, and laughter for us all.

And lots of love.

You’re full of love, too. You might not see it if you’ve been scared, but I know it’s there.

Much love, Grace

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Who Are You Without That Trash?

Quite a few years ago, I spent a weekend with a man called Dr. Hew Len.

He was a gruff no-nonsense teacher of peace. No fakey fake. No nicey nice.

I happened to get to sit down next to him at the same restaurant during the lunch break on the first day.

I told him I felt awful about my rage, especially with my teenage daughter.

He said “clean.”

That was his primary teaching, his offering of what one could practice to feel free. That’s what we were learning about in his weekend workshop.

Clean your mind, stop reacting, say “I love you”, take 100% responsibility for what’s happening around you.

No questions, no stories, no explanations.

He was awesome, I loved him. And he said that if you wanted to talk and talk, even talk a little bit, you were full of BS.

This weekend I’m in another personal development retreat (I know, I know, I seem to be in a lot of these lately…we’ll talk about that LATER)!

I was reminded of Dr. Len when the workshop leader said all your stories, talking, yapping, suffering….

….all just data, just machinery, projection, comparing to the past, worrying about the future, limited.

Not the real YOU.

I thought about what question four in The Work of Byron Katie always points to: who or what would you be without your story? 

Without believing your thoughts, your feelings, your judgments of other people? Without grabbing what you see, hear, touch, smell and THINK and instantly being so sure it’s all absolute reality?

Who would you be without being so sure there’s something to be worried about, or terrified of, or even happy about?

I know it’s kinda crazy.

Instead of looking at what is and believing in it, this is imagining who you would be without those thoughts…

Just get quiet and see, today.

You might think you can’t, you might think “I don’t know how to be without my thoughts!”

You don’t have to be without your thoughts altogether…that appears to be impossible.

You just have to click into the sense of not being a believer of them. See what else is here, besides thinking and stressing and reacting.

Hold still a minute. Don’t talk.

Dr. Len gives it to us without any sugar on top:

“You have given up yourself, your pureness of heart, for trash. Can you imagine giving up a pure soul for trash? This is what we do moment to moment….But if you’re at zero, everyone else will be at zero. And you really are at zero. That’s who you really are.” ~ Dr. Hew Len 

You are so big, so amazingly powerful, beyond all your thinking and fears and judgments. You have done nothing wrong to have them, so don’t go getting mad at yourself.

Just be and imagine.

Dr. Len calls it zero. A big fat zero. Nothingness. Flat line. Space. Resting. Silence. Emptiness.

Don’t be scared of what it’s called.

You are not defined as your body, you are not your environment, you are not your relationships, you are not your mind, you are not your thoughts, you are not your emotions.

All these parts honorable and fascinating, nothing wrong with them.

But wow, you are all this and much more.

I LOVE YOU!

Isn’t it fun?

“Without a story of being limited, you’re infinite. There’s nothing more joyous than that–to know that you’re all things and new each moment, and that all of it is projected. People think that limitlessness is terrifying, because they don’t have inquiry. But it’s no more terrifying than sitting in your living room.” ~ Byron Katie

Much love, Grace