While transferring over my fourth Morning Moment from way back in 2003, I wrote an update. I decided it was relevant enough to post here in my relationship blog. Relationships are tricky things; but their trickiness is a fertile field filled with nuggets of gold that we can mine out.
Last time we talked about ways that we distort our perceptions and project that distortion on others to escape our self-recriminating feelings from falling short of our own idea of who we are. In short, we betray ourselves and then begin to make up stories about why our betrayal is someone else's fault. It's a form of self-justification designed to make us feel okay with our choices because whatever whatever just wasn't our fault. This is a good thing to know and think about. It's a good thing to begin to recognize and then change.
Reading a post I'd written such a long while back reminded me of another good thing to know and think about.
Last time we talked about ways that we distort our perceptions and project that distortion on others to escape our self-recriminating feelings from falling short of our own idea of who we are. In short, we betray ourselves and then begin to make up stories about why our betrayal is someone else's fault. It's a form of self-justification designed to make us feel okay with our choices because whatever whatever just wasn't our fault. This is a good thing to know and think about. It's a good thing to begin to recognize and then change.
Reading a post I'd written such a long while back reminded me of another good thing to know and think about.
Once, I lived with two beautiful women, Jennifer and Monica. I adored them both. Monica was my partner at the time and together, we were roommates with Jennifer. It was truly a lovely and treasured time in my life.
One day, only a little while before Monica and I moved in with Jen, I was sitting on her couch and she was standing across the room from me, pouring out her heart. Confusion and dismay about a situation she was experiencing in her dating life poured out of her and washed over me. It was like I'd stepped from the beach into the swell of the ocean, expecting a gentle, rolling tide but smashed with a tidal wave.
"Oh Holman," she'd cried. "Is there something wrong with me?"
"Absolutely not," I reassured her and then went on to tell her precisely why there was nothing wrong with her. Life is just plain hard, and all to often we don't know how to walk through it with the grace and Divinity that is our birthright.
I only vaguely remember the details. Nor can I recall what it was exactly that sparked a moment of insight; but as insight goes, I instantly knew more that I had known a micro moment before.
Don't get me wrong, I love my Dad; but when I was a kid, bless his heart, my Dad yelled a lot. I quickly discovered that if I said anything to excuse or defend myself, he yelled more. As I write this, I'm realizing the hidden gold in that collection of seemingly unpleasant moments. I learned how to hold my tongue. I learned to be careful in my words. Since words matter; since words can hurt, or words can heal, learning to be aware of my use of them is truly a valuable gift.
Finding hidden gold in difficult circumstances |
So, I'm talking to Jennifer and suddenly, just like that, I know better. Monitoring and controlling my words, or even my body language is a valuable beginning; but ultimately, it's only half the ball game. To really win, I needed to learn to refine and monitor the energy that was flowing between me and my conflict partner, (thought and emotions are made of energy). Or more all-encompassingly, I needed to learn better ways of broadcasting between me and EVERYone.
"If looks could kill," the saying goes. People can feel what we are broadcasting. Even if they are not consciously aware of it, people both feel and react to the energy of thought and emotion that we are projecting. If our thoughts or emotions are negative or violent, people know it, consciously or unconsciously, people know it. If our thoughts or emotions are loving and kind, well, people feel that too, and then they respond to it.
"If looks could kill," the saying goes. People can feel what we are broadcasting. Even if they are not consciously aware of it, people both feel and react to the energy of thought and emotion that we are projecting. If our thoughts or emotions are negative or violent, people know it, consciously or unconsciously, people know it. If our thoughts or emotions are loving and kind, well, people feel that too, and then they respond to it.
Think about it, our thoughts and emotions help determine and shape other people's behavior and response patterns. That's heavy stuff, man. This is the ultimate understanding of self-responsibility.
We are stars and we burn bright!
We are stars! |
We are unceasingly bombarding the energy of our being, the energetic quality of our thoughts and emotions in every direction, for good or for ill. And just like a star we can blast a concentrated beam of energy, our own solar flare, out into space. But unlike a star, we can project this solar flare directly at the target of our attention. In massage school, they frequently told us, "Energy goes where attention flows." There is no end to energy; it flows and flows and then keeps on flowing. Yet, for us, energy will flow where we direct it.
If I am angry and I refrain from yelling mean and hurtful things, that is all to the good. Who wants to be mean or hurtful? Yet, if I am angry and in my stony silence, I glare daggers -- I have formed my solar flare and shaped it into a nuclear missile and launched it, silent but deadly, at my enemy. When the hateful energy blasts over my conflict partner, it hurts them. They will respond to that hurt; consciously or not, their behavior will be altered. Their response to me will be distorted. Even more sadly, that distortion might propagate itself in an ongoing cycle of negativity as the hurt I created is passed on as poison to others all around.
People have within them all possible human emotions and all possible human actions. We call out, we invite emotions and actions as direct responses to the energy we project as we interact, as well as the words we say and the way we behave. Why not invite the loving and beautiful parts of other people to come forth? Everyone has the choice of how they act and respond, but by broadcasting from the positive side of the human spectrum, we create the most welcoming and encouraging palette from which other people paint their responses.
If I am angry and I refrain from yelling mean and hurtful things, that is all to the good. Who wants to be mean or hurtful? Yet, if I am angry and in my stony silence, I glare daggers -- I have formed my solar flare and shaped it into a nuclear missile and launched it, silent but deadly, at my enemy. When the hateful energy blasts over my conflict partner, it hurts them. They will respond to that hurt; consciously or not, their behavior will be altered. Their response to me will be distorted. Even more sadly, that distortion might propagate itself in an ongoing cycle of negativity as the hurt I created is passed on as poison to others all around.
People have within them all possible human emotions and all possible human actions. We call out, we invite emotions and actions as direct responses to the energy we project as we interact, as well as the words we say and the way we behave. Why not invite the loving and beautiful parts of other people to come forth? Everyone has the choice of how they act and respond, but by broadcasting from the positive side of the human spectrum, we create the most welcoming and encouraging palette from which other people paint their responses.
Like Stars, We Burn Bright |
Remember! Just like the slings and arrows of negativity or the nuclear missiles of anger and hatred -- the gorgeous and comforting outflow of unconditional love and radiant acceptance likewise bursts from our being, broadcasting brightly outward in golden waves of love. The former hurts; the latter heals. Yes we are that powerful. From moment to moment, the choice is ours. What are we broadcasting right now? May it be filled with love and aloha,
Holman