Once again, I sat down at my computer, clicked on stats and saw a post that several of you have chosen to read, today. Post 476 reveals a conversation I had with my mom, soon after we lost my dad, unexpectedly. I say unexpectedly, because Dad was not ill, so his death came as a shock to most. On the other hand, Dad's death did not come out of the blue, because at 87 he'd been failing, so anyone aware of life's step by step process might have 'sensed' the clock ticking down ... I remember listening to Mom mistake this process for depression ... All he wants to do is sleep ... Though agreeing at first, I watched my beloved father's larger-than-life personality decline with a growing sense of wonder as to whether his spirt's waining energy over that last year of his life signaled his transition from life to whatever lies beyond ... We often sense before we know. Then there are times when knowing we should feel an emotion we can't fathom what causes that emotion to numb up, as when Mother Nature deems it best to instruct the defense system to numb emotion (or block memory) in the aftermath of trauma, leaving one to lug subconscious baggage forward, which may be identified and unloaded at a later stage in life when maturity readies the conscious mind to heal wounds, left festering in the past ...
When scratching our heads about the reactions of others or when considering changes that we don't yet understand within ourselves, common sense suggests that we remember this vital fact: The mind is called the last frontier, because science is just scratching the surface concerning all that remains unknown within the deep end of our thinking machines. Unfortunately, rather than keeping that vital fact in the forefront of our minds, we underestimate how often we cast judgments without having a clue concerning the active life that takes place within the subconscious portion of our minds where secrets kept from oneself are stored.
Though Post 476 does not dive into unexpected, unwelcome, step-by-step changes that took place in the aftermath of my dad's death, I've chosen to paste that post into today's post for newcomers to my blog for this reason: I'm famous for being openly loquacious about how I feel about pretty much everything, so you'd think that no one, who thought to know me well, should have been surprised by the fact that my conscious mind is always engaged in an active state of transition. On the other hand, whenever change is afoot last straws seem to come as a surprise to any mind that remains defensively blocked from seeing the future's step by step approach. As you shall see, I believe it's highly possible to perceive consequential changes as the future unfolds ... because for the most part the future unfolds, day by day, before our our eyes. And that's why I've come to appreciate the fact that responsible folk must grow more aware of those times when subconscious fear of the truth is the reason why they fly with eyes wide shut ...
As to reviewing old posts, I tend to do that from time to time for a variety of reasons. Sometimes, I'm curious as to whether insight has expanded my perspective in ways that alter today's stance from the past. Or I may be reviewing old posts, today, because writing afresh feels too much of a task while I'm Ill.
Whatever the reason, every post hones in on this train of thought: Not only can people of both genders change at all ages, but change we most certainly do. Why is that true? Because change is the only constant in life. Therefore, everything that's alive exists in a state of flux including the human brain. Use it or lose it. Repair it or continue to abuse it's powers. As awareness deepens, the brain empowers itself to heal itself. :)
Believe it or not, the direction that change takes is most often a matter of choice as in:
Life is great—much more often than not!
Or
Bah humbug! This stage of life (golden years?) is not matching my expectations, and it's not my fault ... so if I'm stuck in a bad place and if I need to believe it's not my fault then the fault must be—yours!
This need to cast objective optimistic views aside in favor of pointing egocentric fingers of blame at others showcases the churlish, childish, fickle side of a person's defense system's perspective ...
With good mental health we can balance both views of life by deepening our train of thought as in ...
Life is a day at the beach and it's also a bitch
When life's a bitch I can take control over certain aspects of what's going wrong by looking in to see which of my attitudes is long over due in terms of switching tracks—clickity clack ... :)
Knowing myself to be consistently in some stage of transition, my quest for self discovery directs me to remain aware of where my brain is directing me to next. And with each step that I consciously choose to take into the great unknown, adventure awaits to thrill me by transforming the dreams of a young girl from impossibility toward today's exhilarating reality :)
And if, while holding fast to basic values, I feel a strong need to bend a rule in hopes of transforming yesterday's dreamscape into a mind bending reality that is my choice of action—today.
Though that conversation took place somewhere around 2003 and was written and saved as a document, shortly after that, post 476 was written in May of 2012. Also, post 476 dives into the middle of that conversation. For those of you who have not made your way back to read earlier posts, family secrets opened up in posts preceding 476, which are titled NO NO NOT AGAIN!
Hey! Look how much my thought processor pounded out anew! I'll take this as another sign that my immune system must be clearing my head of gunk. :) Gosh! Can't wait till I feel good as new!
In the meantime, ready or not, here comes the tale end of that conversation I had while swaying back and forth with my mom on my patio swing circa 2003:
*I've come to see that the children of the bible are not the only ones whose minds had been enslaved. The children of the bible had not been alone in wandering through a darkly confusing maze for FORTY years where each sorely confused sense of self is in dire need of transitioning consciously toward positive change. No matter which century, nation, neighborhood or family we inhabit— no matter how hard we work to succeed—in lieu of self awareness, the tricky nature of Sodom and Gomorrah will always entice the negatively focused side of the human mind to bend to the selfish side of free will …
"So, what are you writing about, Annie—effective communications or rescuing present day society before family values crash and implode?"
"They're one and the same, Mom. And here's why that's true: If more of us do not begin to communicate honestly with ourselves about ourselves, we'll not come to see how negative mindsets, insecure attitudes, and self absorbed leadership exacerbate problems at home as well as around the world.
Once we set a high value on mindful self awareness, we can consciously work together toward becoming pillars of strength, securing a balanced sense of grounded family values in home after home.
*If we don't prioritize family values and model mindful self awareness for our kids then who will?
If it's true that eventually every world power has faced its decline, must we follow suit? By working, mindfully, to prioritize the values upon which our nation had originally grown strong, I feel compelled to ask others to join hands, while we declare, with conviction:
When scratching our heads about the reactions of others or when considering changes that we don't yet understand within ourselves, common sense suggests that we remember this vital fact: The mind is called the last frontier, because science is just scratching the surface concerning all that remains unknown within the deep end of our thinking machines. Unfortunately, rather than keeping that vital fact in the forefront of our minds, we underestimate how often we cast judgments without having a clue concerning the active life that takes place within the subconscious portion of our minds where secrets kept from oneself are stored.
Though Post 476 does not dive into unexpected, unwelcome, step-by-step changes that took place in the aftermath of my dad's death, I've chosen to paste that post into today's post for newcomers to my blog for this reason: I'm famous for being openly loquacious about how I feel about pretty much everything, so you'd think that no one, who thought to know me well, should have been surprised by the fact that my conscious mind is always engaged in an active state of transition. On the other hand, whenever change is afoot last straws seem to come as a surprise to any mind that remains defensively blocked from seeing the future's step by step approach. As you shall see, I believe it's highly possible to perceive consequential changes as the future unfolds ... because for the most part the future unfolds, day by day, before our our eyes. And that's why I've come to appreciate the fact that responsible folk must grow more aware of those times when subconscious fear of the truth is the reason why they fly with eyes wide shut ...
As to reviewing old posts, I tend to do that from time to time for a variety of reasons. Sometimes, I'm curious as to whether insight has expanded my perspective in ways that alter today's stance from the past. Or I may be reviewing old posts, today, because writing afresh feels too much of a task while I'm Ill.
Whatever the reason, every post hones in on this train of thought: Not only can people of both genders change at all ages, but change we most certainly do. Why is that true? Because change is the only constant in life. Therefore, everything that's alive exists in a state of flux including the human brain. Use it or lose it. Repair it or continue to abuse it's powers. As awareness deepens, the brain empowers itself to heal itself. :)
Believe it or not, the direction that change takes is most often a matter of choice as in:
Life is great—much more often than not!
Or
Bah humbug! This stage of life (golden years?) is not matching my expectations, and it's not my fault ... so if I'm stuck in a bad place and if I need to believe it's not my fault then the fault must be—yours!
This need to cast objective optimistic views aside in favor of pointing egocentric fingers of blame at others showcases the churlish, childish, fickle side of a person's defense system's perspective ...
With good mental health we can balance both views of life by deepening our train of thought as in ...
Life is a day at the beach and it's also a bitch
When life's a bitch I can take control over certain aspects of what's going wrong by looking in to see which of my attitudes is long over due in terms of switching tracks—clickity clack ... :)
Knowing myself to be consistently in some stage of transition, my quest for self discovery directs me to remain aware of where my brain is directing me to next. And with each step that I consciously choose to take into the great unknown, adventure awaits to thrill me by transforming the dreams of a young girl from impossibility toward today's exhilarating reality :)
And if, while holding fast to basic values, I feel a strong need to bend a rule in hopes of transforming yesterday's dreamscape into a mind bending reality that is my choice of action—today.
Though that conversation took place somewhere around 2003 and was written and saved as a document, shortly after that, post 476 was written in May of 2012. Also, post 476 dives into the middle of that conversation. For those of you who have not made your way back to read earlier posts, family secrets opened up in posts preceding 476, which are titled NO NO NOT AGAIN!
Hey! Look how much my thought processor pounded out anew! I'll take this as another sign that my immune system must be clearing my head of gunk. :) Gosh! Can't wait till I feel good as new!
In the meantime, ready or not, here comes the tale end of that conversation I had while swaying back and forth with my mom on my patio swing circa 2003:
"... I believe our pendulum is still swinging away from the repressive Victorian age toward the opposite extreme—sex running wild, unbridalled—at all ages—through our streets, today. When the subject is a mature (responsible) sense of sex, our society’s not yet achieved a healthy balance between lust and self control. And sex is just one symptom of today's laxity in terms of self discipline, because everywhere we look, everything we value is coming undone. *When everything we value comes undone, denial is dismissing the fact that our values and priorities no longer match.
*When we talk about responsible values, generosity of spirit and compassion but prioritize greed and self fulfillment while big budiness steps all over 'the little guy', that points toward a serious detachment from reality. In order to detach from reality, we must lie to ourselves.
For many reasons we’re at a point on the time line where people of both sexes feel driven to work, work, work—without paying enough mind to considering what has actually caused us to lose all sense of balance in terms of controlling our emotions at home, as well as our finances. Case in point ... Highlighting a society out of control? We're losing our homes and gunning down innocent children. Rather than injecting healthy slices of common sense into the hectic pace of our exhausted lives, we’ve been blowing up a fast food, pill-pushing, over-extended, over-weight, X-rated, plastic bubble for so many decades that smart people are accustomed to arriving home too late and exhausted to think clearly about helping with homework, much less participating in family fun with kids, who are over-programmed as well. For Pete's sake, Mom, here we are, living in a mild climate where people, who ignore the state of our natural environment, run indoors in gyms that cost a fortune. Tell me how that makes sense?
*When we talk about responsible values, generosity of spirit and compassion but prioritize greed and self fulfillment while big budiness steps all over 'the little guy', that points toward a serious detachment from reality. In order to detach from reality, we must lie to ourselves.
For many reasons we’re at a point on the time line where people of both sexes feel driven to work, work, work—without paying enough mind to considering what has actually caused us to lose all sense of balance in terms of controlling our emotions at home, as well as our finances. Case in point ... Highlighting a society out of control? We're losing our homes and gunning down innocent children. Rather than injecting healthy slices of common sense into the hectic pace of our exhausted lives, we’ve been blowing up a fast food, pill-pushing, over-extended, over-weight, X-rated, plastic bubble for so many decades that smart people are accustomed to arriving home too late and exhausted to think clearly about helping with homework, much less participating in family fun with kids, who are over-programmed as well. For Pete's sake, Mom, here we are, living in a mild climate where people, who ignore the state of our natural environment, run indoors in gyms that cost a fortune. Tell me how that makes sense?
I've watched many, who believe themselves to be good, honest folk, lying to themselves and cheating on each other in so many ways that it should come as no surprise to anyone that this plastic bubble of our own making is in the process of bursting before our astounded (?) eyes. Can you see how all of this points to a nation in denial, Mom?
Too few of us are aware of the fact that the values we profess to believe in have not matched our priorities for quite some time. This is why all of the huffing and puffing we do does nothing but blow up a lot of hot air. *Our nation has been tottering at the top of a pyramid scheme, which has been undermining our solid foundation for so long that we expect our hurried children to dance toward high achieving adulthood as fast as they can in hopes that they, who learn by mimicking us, will come up with ideas that will save middle class values, which having hollowed out, from total collapse, so our nation won't end up in the poorhouse, enmass.
At this pace I fear the best of the younger generation will wear out younger and break down more often than those of us raised during the stable decade of the fifties. As to tormented kids, whose names are defiled on the evening news, while we continue to sit on our couches, clucking our tongues to hear that 'someone else's' child has been dashing through school halls, blasting loaded guns, left and right.
How can it be that so many of us are unaware of the fact that the reactions of our kids is symptomatic to much that’s gone wrong with adults?”
How can it be that so many of us are unaware of the fact that the reactions of our kids is symptomatic to much that’s gone wrong with adults?”
“Annie, what does all of that have to do with The Pill?”
“For the sake of simplicity, let's say that hindsight suggests that “The Pill” and ‘The Sexual Revolution’ set off a chain reaction, catalyzing so many socially accepted divorces that home life resembles a revolving door. This is your family, today. Meet your new family, tomorrow. Whoops! Blink once and that family is whisked away and replaced by another ... Circle round, alamand left, switch partners and dosey doe. Though society is deeply concerned, people get used to anything. And I believe we've grown too complacent, concerning our present harvest of painfully bruised fruit. I mean, really! If the apple doth not fall far from the tree, when are we going to face THE TRUTH about one generation leading the next ever more deeply into denial's dark maze?
More than half of us divorce. What single mother, who feels chained to punching a corporate time clock from 9-5, feels liberated, Mom? At best, most working moms feel guilty about how exhausted they are at home after working so hard to climb the corporate ladder. How many can afford nannies? What kid wants their nannie at their recital? Where is it written that nannies, rather than parents, are best suited to raise kids with well rounded family values?
As women, climbing the ladder, compete for the same positions as men, division of labor—at work and at home—has become as mired within the exhausted blur of a power struggle as every other aspect of family life. If yesterday's slave masters, were named Simon Legree then today’s taskmaster, who no longer discriminates by color, goes by the name of—Big Business.
I'd once feared Big Government turning into Big Brother. But I was wrong. While I kept my eye on Big Government, Big Business slipped in and began to call the shots, while the little guy kept running around, like Chicken Little, lamenting our lot.
Life was messy before I was born. Life is bound to be messy after I'm gone. While I'm here, I've decided that lamenting is not enough, so I set my focus on spending my time figuring out what needs to be done to clean the cobwebs out of my mind. All you need do is watch me to see that my thoughts are always undergoing some phase of growth. But instead of growing, wildly, like a weed. I grow more thoughtfully aware of where my belief system is in need of adjustment, every day.
As women, climbing the ladder, compete for the same positions as men, division of labor—at work and at home—has become as mired within the exhausted blur of a power struggle as every other aspect of family life. If yesterday's slave masters, were named Simon Legree then today’s taskmaster, who no longer discriminates by color, goes by the name of—Big Business.
I'd once feared Big Government turning into Big Brother. But I was wrong. While I kept my eye on Big Government, Big Business slipped in and began to call the shots, while the little guy kept running around, like Chicken Little, lamenting our lot.
Life was messy before I was born. Life is bound to be messy after I'm gone. While I'm here, I've decided that lamenting is not enough, so I set my focus on spending my time figuring out what needs to be done to clean the cobwebs out of my mind. All you need do is watch me to see that my thoughts are always undergoing some phase of growth. But instead of growing, wildly, like a weed. I grow more thoughtfully aware of where my belief system is in need of adjustment, every day.
"So, what are you writing about, Annie—effective communications or rescuing present day society before family values crash and implode?"
"They're one and the same, Mom. And here's why that's true: If more of us do not begin to communicate honestly with ourselves about ourselves, we'll not come to see how negative mindsets, insecure attitudes, and self absorbed leadership exacerbate problems at home as well as around the world.
Once we set a high value on mindful self awareness, we can consciously work together toward becoming pillars of strength, securing a balanced sense of grounded family values in home after home.
*If we don't prioritize family values and model mindful self awareness for our kids then who will?
If it's true that eventually every world power has faced its decline, must we follow suit? By working, mindfully, to prioritize the values upon which our nation had originally grown strong, I feel compelled to ask others to join hands, while we declare, with conviction:
NO! NO! NOT AGAIN!
We shall not cave or crash as those who came before us!
We shall overcome and re-strengthen
I have a dream.
How about you?
I want to hold your hand
While we figure out
How to expand our sights
Meet our needs
And retrieve values
Which have been in the process of barreling downhill
Since the sixties!
We shall not cave or crash as those who came before us!
We shall overcome and re-strengthen
I have a dream.
How about you?
I want to hold your hand
While we figure out
How to expand our sights
Meet our needs
And retrieve values
Which have been in the process of barreling downhill
Since the sixties!
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