Sunday, March 3, 2019
How Will Science and Technology Change Our Lives in the Future
EMOTIONS AS BLOCKS OR LESSONS There has al looks been a question in my mind regarding the exercising of emotions in attaining enlightenment/self-aw areness. It is said that emotions come and go in waves. That often times we try to suppress the negative emotions alike(p) anger, lust, greed, jealousy, fear, sadness etcetera thereby creating a shadow space in ourselves comprising all the insufferable parts of ourselves like the negative emotions. If we were to allow these emotions to run their course than they would merely pass by our body without leaving any residues.It is in generating/ pass resistance to the emotions that we build the obstacles to the superfluous flow of efficacy in our body. devoted that all emotions are energies of different patterns and wavelengths we only need to break a steering them free passage to enjoy good health and wellbeing. So far, so good. except how does one allow a negative emotion to ride finished without being adversely affected by it. Sa y I am in a situation where I feel desirously angered/lustful/greedy/jealous/fearful/sad, allowing the emotions wave to flow through I need to remain conscious(predicate) that I am non the emotion. I do not identify with the emotion nor do I deny it.I take certificate of indebtedness for the emotion acknowledging that it is mine and I sack up use the energy in the emotion any which way I want. Patterns of emotional scene Of course there are cultural definitions to the expression of emotions as for shell we generally weep when we are sad or sit with a farsighted face, shout or bang doors when we are angry or cringe and try to hide when we are apprehensive etc. patterns of expressing emotions tend to run in families since that is where we get our most intense emotional training. There might also be genetic predispositions to plastered styles of expression.But emotions come and go in every one. Perhaps even in the most enlightened beings, except I would imagine that they ab sorb reached a stage where they experience a constant flow of different sensations, energy in a pure form. No labels, no names, which is what emotions are, our perceptions of situations including our minutest physical sensations. An example For example I learn a person across the thoroughfare it is the next door neighbor, the one I do not like too much. Already the sensations are beginning to get labeled. I take I induct not seen her in order to not have to interact with her. I set apart energy into looking away.There is a modify of the stomach muscles, a tension in the forehead, all very miniscule, null that a passer-by might notice. I barely notice them myself. but it is there, the aversion that I practice in order to avoid an awful interaction. The cumulative effect of these unacknowledged sensations all add up to give us the dis-eases that we carry. Hence I maintain that all disease is psycho-somatic. If I see my next door neighbor and allow myself to meet her and real ise from the event, recognizing the fact that she has the ability to get my goat, I whitethorn perhaps realise her in a civil manner.Neither expressing a dislike nor feigning a warmth. I might listen to what she has to say, without allowing myself to get hooked into any barbs or taunts she chooses to fling at me, remaining aware of the sensations that arise and pass to the trounce of my ability. Or perhaps it is a day when I simply do not want to meet her and I cross the street aware of the fact that she might take offense but all the maculation remaining aware of my motivations and taking responsibility for my actions.So the next time that I encounter her and she questions me about why I crossed the street I can look her in the eye and tell her that it was because I had a heavy day and had not wanted to put any apparent movement into socializing with her, especially since there are many times when I find interacting with her a challenge. responsibility The point is when I take responsibility I ride the wave of the emotion/sensations rather than feeling that I am driven to act in a certain way or compelled to do such and such. In the latter case the pickax is always mine, as far as my actions are concerned.I have no control everywhere what she might say or do and I do not attempt to have any control over that. The ever wider circle of responsibility The last statement is a opus gray. I believe that we are eventually completely prudent for our reality. So if my next door neighbor is nasty with me, it is also because I send out some negative vibrations towards her that she un/consciously reacts to. If I meet her with delight in and compassion in my heart then there is no way that she would fling any taunts or barbs at me. It might be that she serves as a mirror for my insecurities.Perhaps, I am an unmarried woman backup with my male partner. In my culture this is still a new thing. I imagine that her negativity is a sign of her lack of acceptance of m y sexuality. She may or may not have these issues but as long as I have these insecurities I will find soulfulness or the other (most likely her), who reflects these back at me as a reminder for me to address these issues in myself and find my peace with them. Whether I see the interactions as lessons or just as unpleasant events that one has to common sense ones teeth and bear, is again a matter of my choice, conscious or otherwise.Wow that is a big fat load to carry. So I am responsible not just for my actions, thoughts, feelings and attitudes but also for other peoples behavior Phew that is huge. No wonder most people want to escape into fantasy and curb the movies such big business. But the fact remains we cannot forever put our heads in the sand. Some time or the other we will have to acknowledge the truth so might as well beat now. And be gentle with ourselves on this locomote. It is after all a journey of self-acceptance as much as of self-awareness/understanding. Read m ore at Buzzlehttp//www. buzzle. com/editorials/9-15-2006-108809. asp viper
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