It’s uncanny the power of the mind to deflect, go unconscious, blank out or skip like an error in a recording, just for a quick second.
Even though it’s so brilliant, smart, and fast as lightening…..we’ll say things like “it slipped my mind” or “I don’t know what came over me” or “suddenly I felt really creeped out (or smitten) for no apparent reason” or “it makes no sense, I did it anyway”.
Unconsciousness is defined in modern psychology as a part of the mind that is inaccessible to the conscious mind but still affects how you’re acting and feeling.
If you do something unconsciously, it’s like you did it without planning it, without intent, it was being directed by some other zone in your mind rather than upfront logic or conscious awareness.
And it was odd or unusual….it’s sort of mysterious.
Sigmund Freud and Carl Jung loved studying this “unconscious” mind, they were basically the founders of using the term in this particular way we all know now.
Back stories, missing puzzle pieces of why we act weird or feel bad.
Or why we’re addicted. To craving, or wanting, or love.
One huge and powerful advantage of doing The Work for me personally has been the way it draws out unconscious dredge, maybe from long ago, and brings it to light for examination.
And as these things are seen….the process of unconscious reactions in any form falls away.
“If you’re upset and you can’t seem to find the thought behind the emotions, try this: Take some time to travel inwardly to the place where the feeling is most intense. Sink into the physical sensation of the feeling. Let yourself be upset, for your own sake, and give it a voice. If the feeling could talk, what would it say?” ~ Byron Katie
Here’s an example.
Let’s say someone sort of disturbs you, even though you don’t know them all that well. Or the reverse, you’re fascinated by someone and feel compelled to hang around them as much as possible, like a groupie crush or something.
Hold that person in your mind, and see them doing what they do that you find repulsive or mesmerizing. Sometimes, this is a flash of a picture, it goes by so fast.
Blow it up big. Let it talk.
In an exercise class I took for awhile several years ago, there was a guy who was really handsome and really quiet.
He appeared melancholy and brooding. Strong and tough looking, with sideburns.
Kinda edgy like….dangerous. I pictured going out for drinks with him, even though I hardly ever drank alcohol much anymore.
(Retroactive clue).
I wrote out my Judge Your Neighbor worksheet on the image of that man.
My Judge Your Neighbor worksheet contained these following stressful thoughts:
I am nervous around that guy because he’s intense, foreboding, dark and mysterious.
I want him to talk to me, but gently. I want to get to know him.
He should stop brooding or acting all stormy and rough. He should lighten up. He should be more open.
I need him to be interested in me. I need him to be happy. I need him to be sincere, loving, direct, spiritual, mature, and clear.
He’s been hurt, he’s cautious, a fighter, violent, funny, uptight.
I don’t ever want him to kill or hurt me, anyone else, or himself.
Yes, even though I didn’t know his name, I had feelings and thoughts popping all over the place about this man in the corner.
I noticed….I’ve had curiosity and interest about some of the same qualities in Other Men before.
Gosh, what a coincidence.
I took a look at the most disturbing qualities: brooding and dark.Like he was hungry for connection, but haunted at the same time.
He should be more open, relaxed, mature. Not haunted.
Is it true?
Yah I’m pretty sure that would be better all around.
Can you absolutely know this is true, for sure?
No. I’m not even sure he is NOT open, relaxed and mature. I’m definitely assuming a lot.
How do you react when you think someone should be more relaxed, grown up, open? What would you have if they were like that? What would it mean?
How I react is I’m waiting, wondering, hoping, hyped-up. I think it would be awesome, when I actually have NO IDEA. I think it would mean all is well and….
….suddenly I get the picture in my head of my dad being depressed, sad, staring out the window at the sky. Not saying much.
If only he were happy, everything would be OK. A very insidious unsettled worry would finally be resolved. I wouldn’t feel so separated.
Who would I be without that belief, that he should be open, or that he isn’t?
I wouldn’t assume he isn’t approachable, or forlorn, or feeling lost or sad. How would I know? Jeezus.
Plus, it’s not exactly any of my business.
If I just landed here from another planet, and felt perfectly content and excited to explore, I would breathe deeply and relax, and notice everyone, not just the brooders in this situation.
“The truth of your being doesn’t crave happiness; it could actually care less. It doesn’t crave love, not because you are so full of love, but because it just doesn’t crave love. It’s very simple. It doesn’t seek to be known, regarded highly, or understood. When you’re living what you are in an awakened way, there’s no ideal for you anymore. You’ve stepped off the entire cycle of suffering, of becoming; you’re not interested.” ~ Adyashanti
Turning the thoughts around: I should be more open, relaxed and mature…when it comes to that man in the corner…when it comes to my dad.
Those men should be exactly as they are, nothing is absent, nothing is required, no improvement necessary.
Wow, now that is different. Very, very different.
No tendrils of energy reaching out over to there, no grasping, no waiting, no hoping, no fingers-crossed, no wishing.
“I stopped waiting for the world to give me what I wanted. I started giving it to myself instead.” ~ Byron Katie
I notice what I wanted from my dad…connection, conversation, honesty, laughter, joy, guidance, no need for addictive thinking…and I begin to discover it inside myself.
And with this work, looking clearly, looking carefully, I notice one day….oh. No more brooding, haunted, sad men in my life.
Or was it me who changed?
Much love, Grace