Once again, the first paragraph of today’s post reviews information copied from Az. Republic Newspaper 10/9/2017, titled: OUR HIDDEN SELVES by Molly Spregren
“Whether you're looking to release pent-up emotions, motivate yourself or simply clear your mind, keeping a journal can be great for your mental health. ‘We discover things about ourselves that are hidden,’ says Jamie Ridler, a creative living coach ... she says ‘journaling is great practice for showing us something beyond what we think we know.”
If you ask how I discover things about myself that are hidden from my conscious mind, I’d reply:
While writing, my natural self confident sense of courage rises above my defense system’s wall of denial, freeing my intuitive powers to tap into knowledge secreted within subconscious pockets of my brain, and resultant of this mindful connection to wholeness, insight-driven trains of thought filter into my conscious awareness one word at a time, composing sentences, which, upon completion, surprise my inquisitive sense of intellectual awareness more than I can readily explain until, having read through a post that seems to have written itself, a bigger picture, assembling many puzzling pieces of my life in an orderly fashion, appears before my eyes, and suddenly, a set of circumstances, which had originally felt so emotionally complex as to confound my processor’s ability to relate one to the next, clarifies a pattern that suddenly makes perfect sense of emotional reactions, which had seemed nothing short of nonsense. (Think in terms of staring at a picture of a repetitive pattern that looks like a random design until your brain somehow fathoms the fact that recognizable details are emerging as though from within the pattern in 3D.)
Once a person’s power of intuition grows so sensitively astute as to convey strings of insight, concerning terrifing details (from childhood, which, having proved too traumatic for an inexperienced processor to fathom had been defensively buried alive behind your wall of denial) into your conscious mind, patterns of emotional reactiveness on the parts of adults (whom you’d idolized), which had once blown your sense of personal safety out of your mind, will present themselves to your adult self in such a simplified version of emotional complexity as to enable you to understand why good little boys and girls are misled to believe that they’re so badly behaved as to believe themselves unworthy of love, and once your adult intelligence no longer feels puzzled over why the defense systems of two people so readily remember a shared experience so differently from one another, we come to see how each one’s misrepresentation of the truth creates two versions of the same story, neither of which is 100% fool proof when accuracy is necessary to secure both peoples’ minds to crystal clear sanity.
If you think I have the ability to choose words that clearly convey trains of thought barreling through my mind so quickly as to make my brain feel as though a series of run-away locomotives kept picking up steam causing one to crash into the next until I consciously disciplined my processor to release each train of thought in such an orderly progression as to create a cohesive line of reasoning that can be conveyed from my mind to yours right out of the gate, please think again, because there are times when kernels of deeper truth, popping as fast as popcorn, fill my processor with so many strings of insight, all at once, as to stir my intuitive powers to awakened my need to pen one train of thought after another, which, tumbling out of the inner recesses of my mind like unruly jumping beans, awakened me from a peaceful slumber, today, at 5 am. And with that said, I’m about to pop back off to sleep for at least an hour or two in hopes of arising to greet another brand new day with a positively focused, well rested attitude as can be readily verified each time you see a high spirited smile lighting up my eyes as though clearly conveying my sheer delight over being alive, and each time I feel my inner sparkle shining forth from within my core, no mirror is needed to reflect the abundance of inner strengths that I’ve worked so conscientiously to develop, because I feel so existentially whole as to exist amongst doubting thomas’s without so much as an inkling of worry over my self confident attitude weakening to absorb any negative vibes, which their subconscious fears may be zunging through the air that every person in the room will naturally breathe in (to differing degrees) unless basic instincts are astutely reined in by a person’s well-practiced intuitive powers, which know when to place defensive reactions behind (not a wall,of denial but rather) a conscious Line of Emotional Control most especially at those times when the basic instincts of intelligent, highly educated people come out to play power struggling games that prove so subtle in nature as to call forth defensive reactions on the parts of those, who have no conscious clue that they’ve been roped in to play tug of war until the most aggressive player feels like the winner, because every other participant openly conveys the loss of peace of mind ... nuff food for thought, today ...
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