Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Sunday, February 23, 2014

The Hanged Man


"Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens.” — Jung


"The Fool settles beneath a tree, intent on finding his spiritual self. There he stays for nine days, without eating, barely moving. People pass by him, animals, clouds, the wind, the rain, the stars, sun and moon. On the ninth day, with no conscious thought of why, he climbs the tree and dangles from a branch upside down like a child. For a moment, he surrenders all that he is, wants, knows or cares about. Coins fall from his pockets and as he gazes down on them - seeing them not as money but only as round bits of metal.

"It seems to him that his perspective of the world has completely changed, as if his inverted position has allowed him to dangle between the mundane world and the spiritual world, able to see both. It is a dazzling moment, dreamlike yet crystal clear.

"Timeless as this moment of clarity seems, he realizes that it will not last. Very soon, he must right himself, but when he does, things will be different. He will have to act on what he's learned. For now, however, he just hangs, weightless as if underwater, observing, absorbing, seeing." — Source

Meditation. Fasting. Denial of Self. Vulnerability. Surrender. Openness.


"The Hanged Man . . . is totally vulnerable to the world, and in his vulnerability he has found strength. The sacrifice he has made is his own freedom and power in the physical world; in exchange, he is granted real freedom and power on the spiritual plane. He gives up his old ways of looking at things and is blessed with new eyes.

"[T]he Hanged Man also urges you to look at things in a new and different way. If your mind is yelling at you to do something, then doing nothing could be the best thing to do. If something is important to you emotionally but it no longer serves a purpose, you might want to think about letting go of it. And don't try to force anything to happen while the Hanged Man is about. By trying to force changes, you ensure that they never happen. Relax and let things happen instead of trying to interfere. Instead of fighting against the current, let it take you wherever it is flowing.

"When the Hanged Man appears, know that greater wisdom and happiness is at hand, but only if you are prepared to sacrifice something for that wisdom. Sometimes it is something physical you must be deprived of, but in most cases it is a perspective or a viewpoint that must be left behind. For example, a fantasy that you can never fulfill, or a crush on someone who's out of your reach. Inevitably, sacrificing something you value will always lead you to something even more valuable. In the wake of an unattainable dream you will find something else within your reach. Forgetting about one love will allow your heart to open to someone else."

Source

“For everything you have missed, you have gained something else, and for everything you gain, you lose something else.” — Emerson

My curse is acting against intuition. Intuition tells me to do or not to do something; I do the opposite. I struggle, knowing what I should do, but I always find a way to justify my intuition as being wrong, and why I must act against my better judgement. My desire is too strong.

"Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained"
— William Blake

The will to act and to satisfy my impulses are too great, like trying to tame a wild beast let loose in my soul. In a sense, it is like an addiction, although there is no substance at hand except A) emotion and B) perhaps various neurotransmitters. There is a reason we do things: because they make us feel a certain way as we seek to pacify desire and to ease our present conditions and ailments. In so doing, we (or I) create an entirely different condition (or ailment) by the act simple of doing (against better judgement). Substituting one condition for another, when the end result is not as hoped or as expected.  An act that cannot be undone.

"Once done, so it IS."

My desire is too strong to restrain.

Although I have found enlightenment in the past, and have been content many times over, the temptations brought by love and desire have clouded my judgement and caused me to act—or not act—either which turns out to not be in my self interest. Or is that true? Remember, everything happens for a reason. We act, we don't act, and in the greater scheme, the larger plan, there is a reason. In the long run, then, everything falls in to place and everything works out in what was meant to be, so maybe all actions are, in essence, in our best interest simply because everything happens for a reason, regardless if we know the reason.

"What is meant to be, will happen in the right way, with the right person, at the right time."
—Unknown

The greater wisdom and happiness that I found, many years ago, that I still have deep within, must be rediscovered, uncovered, reclaimed, because it has become covered with dust, sitting in the attic of an ancient mansion covered in cobwebs. The great wholeness, the spiritual well of peace and Enlightenment that makes my soul burst with a beauty that is inexpressible and indefinable, can only be reclaimed by hanging upside down, inverted, looking within, and re-gaining a perspective that I have allowed to lie dormant and drowned by a rush of emotions like a burst dam racing through a narrow ravine. 

What is buried must be uncovered. 

What is sick must be cured.  

I must reclaim...myself.

~Selah








Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Exhaustion

Pushing to the limits
of physical, mental, and
emotional exhaustion
in a conscious effort
to rediscover
Enlightenment
in the ashes of
Hope.


Monday, February 17, 2014

Despair

When you're empty,
those dreaded words,
like stark funeral bells in the dead of winter,
echo forever
through your hollow soul...




~Selah

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Hope & Loneliness

"I hope."

*******

Loneliness staring at you with wild eyes.

Life born out of loneliness like a rabid beast let loose on the world. 

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Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.
—Dag Hammarskjold


So many things I want to experience and do in life, but I have no one with whom to experience (do I really need someone with whom to experience? That's another philosophical musing in itself).

The eternal quest of the individual human being is to shatter his loneliness.
—Norman Cousins

When I met her, I had hope (and I still cling to hope). When I met her, I decided (yes, I suppose I "decided" even though I did NOT choose the way I felt) that she was the only one with whom I wanted to experience things. In my mental imagery, I created a template for a life that was not real, only desired. This is not, in itself, a very smart (or healthy) thing to do simply because it is these expectations, these hopes, that, once going unfulfilled, are the cause of suffering. "Hope deferred maketh the heart sick." Prov 13:12. Hope, such a dangerous thing, driving men insane with unattainable desires.

"Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man."
—Friedrich Nietzsche


"He that lives upon hope will die fasting." — Benjamin Franklin

But then again, what is life without hope? We either have no hope, and therefore a singular existence that is futile ("To live without hope is to cease to live." —Dostoevsky), or we have too much hope, that we know will never bear fruit. So how do we reconcile ourselves with just enough hope that it keeps us sane but that it doesn't drive us to despair in the end?

"Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things. And no good thing ever dies."


"Hope deferred maketh the heart sick; But when the desire cometh, it is a tree of life."
—Proverbs 13:12

I can't just randomly, casually date. I have to feel something (physical attraction) first.  But isn't that the point in dating? Casually dating until that spark, the chemistry, is felt? Perhaps to most, but not to me. Perhaps then, I delude myself by expecting something to be a certain way without ever trying it out. Love grows, so they say, which would fit in with seeing if the spark happens and kindles into something. That's why people date, to see if there's chemistry.

Which is good, I suppose. It's better if two people's feelings are gradually created together, wherein they can grow together, than a flame that suddenly begins with one person (and possibly eventually slowly dies on one end), while the other person takes time time to kindles and burn. What good is one dying while one is being born? Isn't that, however, the nature of unrequited love, and why we hurt so badly?

I'm tired of being alone. All these things I want to do, for so many years, so many things I have missed out on because there is no (female) companion. I have hoped for so long... Now, the struggle has begun again, to function and to reclaim the peace I once had without love. "I don't like this feeling. It's dark and cold in here."

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Love is . . . the principal means of escape from the loneliness which afflicts most men and women throughout the greater part of their lives.
—Bertrand Russell

*******

"I hope." For you, Amanda. 

The last time I truly wanted someone so badly was 10 years or so ago. But that brings another problem, the concept of "owning." I don't "want" her, I don't want to possess her. I want her to be a part of my life. I want to grow, experience, build, create: With

"I hope." For us, Amanda. 
 

"Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things. And no good thing ever dies."


I will not give up on you. 


~Selah
It is strange to be known so universally and yet to be so lonely
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Defeat

Like mad hysterics
and the will to hang on to life
in the last moments,
when you've been so defeated,
so reduced to nothing,
that there's no where else to turn,
only then do you surrender yourself,
and give to the one who leveled you
the last bit of love
you have left.

~Selah

"Hope is the last thing a person does before they are defeated."  —Henry Rollins

Saturday, February 15, 2014

Symbols & Meanings

I believe in meanings. I believe everything happens for a reason (see previous post) and I believe everything has a meaning.

I believe in symbolism. I believe that we attribute meaning to things based upon both conscious and unconscious symbols born both from our experience and from the deep well of archetypes carried through History in the collective unconscious.

I started this blog Valentine's Day, 2014 while deeply hurting.

That same night, something rare and freakish occurred: there was an Earthquake. In Georgia.

I'm not one to read the Bible or quote verse much (although I dig Jesus' messages), but there is something about moving mountains with enough faith. Perhaps, with enough energy from one man so consumed and involved with such a pure feeling (Love (and also Pain)), the earth can shake. Such a romantic idea.

"And his love for her moved mountains as he mourned the loss of true love." I'd buy that book.

Perhaps, one man feels so much, so strongly, and so purely, so rightly that he can influence the world in ways he never knew or even wanted.  A divine side effect of being human. Of being a feeling human, so full of the ONE most important emotion...ever.   (Or perhaps the same could be said, only substituting the word wrongly. I do not know)

"Blessed are the pure in heart."

Meaning.

Why was there an earthquake this night? Why did I meet this girl? Why did I develop this feeling for Amanda? What does this add to my life? Perhaps I'm shortsighted. Perhaps it adds nothing NOW, but adds only later by present subtraction. Of perhaps it makes me stronger in the future. Perhaps it's preparation. Hopefully for her at a future time. 

Why?

Meaning.

Meaning exists by itself. We cannot attribute meaning itself.

We must find the Truth.

~Selah

"Blessed are the pure in heart."



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Addendum to meaning.

Meaning also exists, alas, by extension itself and by extension also to memory.

I remember in high school my first girlfriend's favorite song was "Just Like Heaven," by The Cure. After she broke up with me, it took me years before I could ever listen to that song.

The same thing happens to us always. A thought, a memory that is associated with someone or something that happened to coincide at the same time, whether arbitrary or real.

As luck (or fate, or a joke of the gods) might have it, the first night I met Amanda I mentioned that I was going to Charleston—Folly Beach to be exact—and she said that was her favorite place ever.

We were still very new and talking at the time I went, and when I was going, when I was there, when I was leaving, she is all I could think about. As I walked around looking at things, I saw her. She was there with me. That was my first time there.

"Here I was born, and here I died."

Now, that memory is forever associated with her. Even now, when I think of that place, I think of her, and it depresses me. A memory that is not real is created as a memory of a memory and it haunts me. How long before I can return? The memory is now there, a living creation of my wishes born of desire.

The beautiful place I experienced that is now associated with something that brings me pain and with someone I love.

"You can never go home again."


"Blessed are the pure in heart."