Jbrooke wrote:In a state of utter obscurity, when the triggers weren't observed in enough time, when the layers upon layers of anxiety that feel crippling and other obsessions and deep pain and boundless chitter chatter and thoughts are obscuring the entire being. When nothing provides relief and being unable to accept that you can't seem to accept that you can't accept this state of being, when letting go is not even an option and NOTHING provides relief or some calmness, when meditation, deep breathing, taking a walk, listening to music, watching a movie, observing the colors and sounds around you only agitate you further, when you feel ready to absolutely combust.... I wonder what you all do in this state? Do you experience it also?
Seems many have already posted and touched upon the idea that we identify with who we think we are...that which in us that causes angst. Yet we are not that.
I'm not one to be guru-centric, but yesterday I came across some timely Mooji videos, where he was able to point to this fallible belief system and offer relief by changing our perspective.
One video is named Reaction to Sexual Abuse, which is not obviously the nature of this post, YET this 37 minutes reveals just how much identifying with what our ego says who we are can have such a grip on us. This is the pattern or theme I am hearing in this thread.
....you are consciousness first, the greater, and the person is the lesser...because the person cannot exist without consciousness, but consciousness can exist without the person. So I speak to you as consciousness and as consciousness you are aware of this energetic presence of this memory (Jen's memory of pain) and the energy that is stirred up around this..and you are the weakness of this..but something in you is going 'so what?' and this voice has been given a tremendous amount of respect somehow maybe? And so you, the consciousness, are in a temporary state of hypnosis believing yourself to be 'this'. And your fidelity is the truth, not 'this', but something for a moment has to somehow fight to keep your real eyes open because something wants to go to sleep in this identity in order to live another day to see another sunset in this mood. ~ Mooji