Saturday, May 8, 2010

NAMING THE DEMONS adapted from the work of Jack Kornfield


Starting to get comfortable with the enemy

“When we become skillful at naming our experience, we discover an amazing truth”
In ancient cultures shamans learned that to name that which you feared was a practical way to begin to have power over it.

We have words and rituals for many of our great outer world events, birth and death, war and peace, marriage, adventure, illness, but often we are ignorant of the names of the inner world forces that move so powerfully through our hearts and lives.

Naming and acknowledging our experience allows us to investigate our life, to inquire into whatever aspect or problem life presents to us. Give each problem or experience a simple name, and note; “This is a mind filled with joy," or "This is a mind filled with anger,” acknowledging each state as it would arise and pass away. In the space of such awareness, understanding grows naturally. Then, as we clearly sense and name our experience, we can notice what brings it about and how we can respond to it more fully and skillfully.

HOW TO BEGIN NAMING

Begin by sitting comfortably, focusing awareness on your breathing. As you feel each breath, carefully acknowledge it with a simple name: "in breath, out-breath," saying the words silently and softly in the back of your mind. This will help you keep track of the breathing, which gives your thinking mind a way to support awareness rather than wandering off in some other direction. Then as you get quiet and as your skill grows, you can notice and name more precisely, “long breath,” “short breath,” “tight breath,” or “relaxed breath.” Let every kind of breath show itself to you.

As you continue to develop your meditation, the process of naming can be extended to other experiences as they arise in your awareness. You can name the bodily energies and sensations that come up, such as “tingling," "itching," "hot," or "cold." You can name feelings, such as "fear" or "delight '. " You can then extend the naming to sounds and sights, and to thoughts such as "planning" or "remembering."

In developing the naming practice, stay focused on your breathing unless a stronger experience arises to interrupt your attention. Then include this stronger experience in the meditation, feeling it fully and naming it softly for as long as it persists-"hearing, hearing, hearing" or sad, sad, sad." When it passes, return to naming the breath until another strong experience arises. Keep the meditation simple, focusing on one thing at a time. Continue to name whatever is most prominent in each moment, being aware of the ever-changing stream of your life.

At first, sitting still and naming may seem awkward or loud, as if it interferes with your awareness. You must practice naming very softly, giving ninety-five percent of your energy to sensing each experience, and five percent to a soft name in the background. When you misuse naming, it will feel like a club, a way to judge and push away an un¬desirable experience, like shouting at "thinking" or "pain" to make it go away. Sometimes, in the beginning, you may also feel confused about what name to use; looking through your inner dictionary instead of being aware of what is actually present. Remember, the practice of naming is much simpler than that; it is just a simple acknowledgment of what is present.

Soon you will be ready to bring the practice of naming and inquiry directly to the difficulties and hindrances that arise in your life. The five most common difficulties that the Buddha described as the chief hin¬drances to awareness and clarity are grasping and anger, sleepiness and restlessness, and doubt. Of course, you will inevitably encounter many other hindrances and demons, and will even create new ones of your own. Sometimes they will besiege you in combinations, which one Stu¬dent called "a multiple hindrance attack." Whatever comes, you will need to begin to see these basic difficulties clearly as they arise.

I. E .... GRASPING AND WANTING

Grasping and wanting are two names for the most painful aspects of desire. Because our language uses the word desire in so many ways, it is helpful to sort them out.

There are beneficial desires such as the desire for the well being of others, the desire for awakening, the creative desires that express the positive aspects of passion and beauty. There are painful aspects of desire-the desires of addiction, greed, blind ambition, or unending inner hunger. Through meditative awareness we can bring an attention that can sort out and know the many forms of desire. As William Blake stated:

Those who enter the gates of heaven are not beings who have no passions or who have curbed the passions, but those who have cultivated an understanding of them.

In beginning to name the demons, we can especially look for the difficult sides of desire, the grasping and wanting mind. When the wanting mind first arises we may not recognize it as a demon because we are often lost in its allure. Wanting is characterized as a Hungry Ghost, a ghost with an enormous belly and tiny pinhole mouth, who can never eat enough to satisfy his endless need. When this demon or difficulty arises, simply name it as "wanting" or "grasping" and begin to study its power in your life. When we look at wanting, we experience the part of ourselves that is never content, that always says, "If only I had something more, that would make me happy"-some other relationship, some other job, some more comfortable cushion, less noise, cooler temperature, warmer temperature, more money, a little more sleep last night-" … then I would be fulfilled." In meditation the voice of wanting calls to us and says, "If only I had something to eat now, I'd eat, then I'd be satisfied, and then I could get enlightened."

The desire of wanting is the unconscious voice that can see an attractive mediator sitting nearby and imagine a whole romance fulfilled, a relationship, marriage, and divorce, and only half an hour later remember that we're meditating. For the voice of wanting, what is here now is never enough.

NAMING THE WANTING MIND

As we work to observe the wanting and grasping without condemning it, we can learn to be aware of this aspect of our nature without being caught up in it. When it arises we can feel it fully, naming our experience "hunger," "wanting," "longing," or whatever it is. Name it softly the whole time it is present, repeating the name every few seconds, five, ten, twenty times until it ends. As you note it, be conscious of what happens:

o How long does this kind of desire last?

o Does it intensify first or just fade away?

o How does it feel in the body?

o What parts of the body are affected by it … the gut, the breath, and the eyes?

o What does it feel like in the heart, in the mind?

o When it is present, are you happy or agitated, open or closed?

As you name it, see how it moves and changes. If wanting comes as the demon hunger, name that. Where do you notice hunger ¬in the belly, the tongue, and the throat?
When we look, we see that wanting creates tension, that it is actually painful. We see how it arises out of our sense of longing and incom¬pleteness, a feeling that we are separate and not whole. Observing more closely we notice that it is also fleeting, without essence. This aspect of desire is actually a form of imagination and accompanying feeling that comes and goes in our body and mind. Of course, at other times it seems very real.

Oscar Wilde said, "I can resist anything but temptation."

When we are caught by wanting … it is like an intoxicant … we are unable to see clearly … it has us … we don’t have it.

In India they say, "A pickpocket sees only the saint's pockets. "

Our wanting and desire can become powerful blinders limiting what we see.

Do not confuse desire with pleasure. There's nothing wrong with enjoying pleasant experiences. Given the many difficulties we often face in life, enjoyment is wonderful to have. However, the wanting mind grasps at the pleasure.

We are taught: “If we can grasp enough pleasurable experiences quickly one after another, our life will be happy.”

I.e.: By following a good game of tennis with a delicious dinner, a fine movie, then wonderful sex and sleep, a good morning jog, a fine hour of meditation, an excellent breakfast, and off to an exciting morning of work, happiness will last. Our society is masterful at perpetuating this ruse.

But will this satisfy the heart? (said with a Brooklyn Accent)
What happens when we do fulfill wanting? It often brings on more wanting. The whole process can become very tiring and empty.

George Bernard Shaw said: “What am I going to do next? Well, I'll just get some more.” followed by “There are two great disappointments in life. Not getting what you want and getting it.”

The process of such unskillful desire is endless, because peace comes not from fulfilling our wants but from the moment that dissatisfaction ends. When wanting is filled, there comes a moment of satisfaction, not from the pleasure, but from stopping of the grasping.

As you name the wanting mind and feel it carefully, notice what happens just after it ends, and notice what states then follow. The issue of wanting and desire is a profound one. You will see how often our desires are misplaced. An obvious example is when we use food to replace the love we long for. To explain this, one teacher, who works with eating disorders, wrote a book called Feeding the Hungry Heart (G Roth). Through the practice of naming, we can sense how much of our surface desire arises from some deeper wanting in our being, from an underlying loneliness or fear or emptiness.

“But This Is The Necessary Process Of Unmasking The Grasping Mind”

o Plse Note: Often when people start their spiritual practice, the wanting mind will become more intense. As we take away some of the layers of dis¬traction, (Activities) we discover that underneath are powerful urges for food or sex, or for contact with others, or powerful ambition. When this happens, some people may feel that their spiritual life has gone awry, but this is the necessary process of unmasking the grasping mind.

o Plse Note: We get to face it and see it in all its guises, so that we can develop a skillful relationship to it.

o Plse Note: Unskillful desire causes wars, it drives much of our modern society, and as unknowing followers, we are at its mercy.

o Plse Note: Few people have ever stopped to examine desire, to feel it directly, to discover a wise relationship to it.
If one studies Buddhist psychology, we discover that desire is di¬vided into many categories. Most fundamentally these desires are then separated into painful desire and skillful desire, both aspects stemming from a neutral energy called the Will to Do.

o Painful desire involves greed, grasping, inadequacy, and longing.

o Skillful desire is born of this same Will to Do but directed by love, vitality, compassion, creativity, and wisdom.

With the development of awareness, we begin to distinguish unhealthy desire from skillful motivation. We can sense which states are free from unskillful desire and enjoy a more spontaneous and natural way of being without struggle or ambition.

When we are no longer as caught by unskillful desires, our understanding grows, and both healthy passion and compassion will more naturally direct our life.

Understanding, freedom, and joy are the treasures that Naming the Demon of desire brings us.

We discover that underneath unskillful desire is a deep spiritual longing for beauty, for abundance and completeness.

Naming desire can lead us to discover this truest desire. One old teacher said,
"The problem with desire is that you do not desire deeply enough! Why not desire it all? You don't like what you have and want what you don't have. Simply reverse this. Want what you have and don't want what you don't have. Here you will find true fulfillment."

By study¬ing desire, we begin to include all of its possibilities in our spiritual life.


NDT:Adapted from Path With a Heart ...
If I can understand what I am up against then and only can I begin to doing something about ... even if I am afraid ...

Friday, May 7, 2010

Are The Animals At The Zoo?


Pretty dresses, lacy dresses, little black shoes,
Seeing faces, alter spaces,

Now just who is who?

Switching places, trading places
Isn't it nice for you?

Running races, hiding places,
The monster will always get you.

Baby faces, crying faces,
Now what's the matter with you?

Secret places, dirty places
Are the animals at the zoo?

Anger crazes, heartbeat races,
Yes something’s wrong with you!

Horror traces, nasty cases,
You’re very naughty too.

My sweet baby, special baby
Yes, your sister too.

I have got you really got you,
Now what will you do?

Frozen solid numbness crawling,
What can you really do?

Dark and thick, heavy and sick,
Come on, you like it too.

Flying upward, freedoms skyward,
I'm not here with you.

Cursed response, traitors response
There is no escape for you.

Shame spawning, anger dawning,
I really do love you

Some expressing, fear repressing,
Will I ever forgive you?


Turn it inwards, pay the price,
What punishment will do.

Curly locks, coloured socks,
My God, What did I do?

Cutting stares, transparent terrors
You can't see can you?

Watchful eyes, angry eyes,
I don't know what to do.

Telling lies, apple pies,
I didn't want it too.

Piano keys, I want to please
Tell me what to do.

Chilling night, lonely night,
I'm dark and empty too.

Battle grounds, fearful sounds
Is your flesh crawling too?


Angry striking, love protecting,
I didn't mean to hurt you too,

How I love you, really love you,
There’s no one we can turn to.

Let’s make a deal, it won't be real,
If we forget and wish it not be true.

Misty memories, distant memories,
Just an inner dulling ache.

Dreamless nights, horror nights
How we have paid the price.

Hold your head high, the proud don't cry,
They won't know the reason why,

I believe you, you believe me,
Honest, I don't think they can see.

Life's not fair, why should I care,
What anyone thinks of me.


Trying so hard, wishing so hard
Will I ever be good enough?

Push it down, keep it down,
I really am quite tough,

I really wonder, if in the thunder,
Lie the secrets of life.

Something missing, rain is hissing
Will I ever get it right?

Inner torment, aching torrent,
I really hate this game called life.

Memories flashing, feelings gashing
Is there any end to strife?

Will Prince Charming, quite alarming
Come and make me his wife?

Stupid wishes, there are no kisses
That can remove this twisting knife.

Desperate hoping, ardent wishing,
I just want to enjoy life.

Chaotic days, lonely nights,
I see no end in sight.

Eternal pain, no fucking gain
It seems a hopeless fight.

Constant struggle, learn to juggle,
Should I end it all tonight?

There is no use, ironic universe
Instant return to make it right.

Some how cruel, this constant duel,
And painful came that we call life

Are lessons learned, anything earned?
Or is it all just useless strife?

B-W

NDT: I deposited a copy of Are All The Animals In The Zoo in K-B's grave beside the urn that held her remains.

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A Story Woven Around The Trials and Tribulations Of Step One: The Hard Part In This Business Is Not Winning, And Sometimes You Can't Win Them All


Karen-B's story is one that evolved over several years for me. I have to tell it in the past tense, mainly, and the reason becomes apparent as you hear her story. Her story comes out of the depths of depression and fear. It clearly expresses just how scary this thing called recovery appears to be.

The key word here is "appears".

For each of us, there is a process of 'Need To's' we have to go through. They are the very nature of life's trials and tribulations. We seem to acquire these trials and tribulations 'Need To's' early on in our existence and experience here, then have the rest of our lives to sort through the various conundrums generated by our early experiences.

Just how we came to have the particular set of 'Need To's' we do is likely to be different for each of us. The truth of the matter is that it really does not matter how we got the list, but it is important to know that each has our own. Some of us can make a great hullabaloo about how we got our list and some of us turn our acquisition process in to damned good stories. But each of us has our own particular story and 'way about things' and that 'way about things' is the script that will lead us to our own personal spiritual awakening. It is a script or curriculum for the soul's growth by the way. Not for the personality or the betterment of our character or to enhance our ability for personal acquisition or gains, and it is definitely not about right or wrong it is just about an opportunity for growth through experience, for the soul; many of us confuse that one.

A single mom Karon B, had come to me, me as the therapist and she as a client, had attended several one-on-one-sessions. Just as we were about to get serious about the whole thing when she bolted and quit.

I got some history and that was about all. I knew that she was a member of the recovery movement, she attended Narcotics Anonymous (NA). I knew that she had struggled with being clean and sober. On again and off again. Like so many of us working a recovery program. She was drug addicted and she was attempting to work a program of recovery in "her-own way". "Her-own way" would prove to be the fatal flaw that was her undoing in the end.

She knew she had a problem and that her problem was manifested as drug addiction but it was the "manageability part" she had difficulty with. Step one, part two, sort of. After all, it was the drugs and the using of the drugs that gained the only relief for her from her pain. As I understood her story, she had been done-over many times with various boundary violations and she was not about to allow any of that to happen again, so regardless, she was "In Management".

She ran her own protection racket, because, as she had confided in me, a very deep part of her knew that her life depended upon it. And, pardon the pun, for the 'life of her' she could not let go of the process of protection and survival that the original hurt, hate, pain and fear set into motion and now life and its circumstances seemed to perpetuate. So there she was caught between the rock and a hard place, she could not step into her own recovery and actually get benefit from it for fear of letting the old 'ghosts' catch her unaware and hurting her again.

You see, it was the ghosts of that hurt, hate, pain and fear that kept her ever so vigilant and alive or so she thought. Now the delusion of the predicament was that the protection racket that was supposedly keeping her free from the ever-present harm that lurked behind every shadow, was the very thing which would bring about her very demise.

It's like hanging on to the side of the swimming pool, too afraid to let go and take a chance, but wet none the less. All of the consequences and none of the benefits!

You see she had been harmed as a very little girl. She had been assaulted, violated and abused.

She was actually 'infamous' for her rants and raving about those very things at the various recovery meetings she attended.

God Bless her, she was able to get herself clean and sober but, and this is the tragedy, never sane. It was cyclical. Clean and sober but never sane then use drugs for relief. Repeat-Repeat-Repeat. What became apparent for me was that for K-B the underlying issue was the need for healthy understanding of forgiveness, but not forgiving those who did her, not in the classic sense that most understand forgiveness to be . . . "I forgive you for hurting me!" Not that!

You see, what became clear for me early on was that she was working from an inadequate model and understanding of the word forgiveness, and that was her trap. It follows like this: if you think you have to say that it is ok that what happened to you, happened . . . but at the same time in your own mind what happened could never be ok . . . then paradox has step up and it has you in its grip. There is no imaginable way out. (Know this, that there are those things that are classed and judged properly As Never Being Ok To Have Happened To You, Or Anyone Else, But The Did).

So it follows then: how could she or you or anyone else for that matter, forgive and gain the release you seek when you could not see the way out?
Well you can't.

This young lady had no real way out of her hurt and pain that she could either see or sense on her own. Those are the important words, on her own. Her very understanding of what she thought she was trying to do was the very thing that generated more hurt, hate, pain and fear, the one thing she was trying so desperately to escape. And doing it on her own was the cap on the bottle that kept it contained and dangerous.

Here is the working definition of forgiveness:

To be able to release myself from the hurt, hate, pain and fear of my past, to release that energy that I have personally invested in keeping me safe from the ghosts of my own past. Thus from the bondage I created to my past by my own feelings. The ones that are stored up deep down inside me and the ones that keep me stuck to the very persons, places or things (surrogates) that originally set the hurt, hate, fear and pain into motion in the first place.

It has nothing to do with me saying that what happened was ok, or it is now ok that someone else did what he or she did to me or others.

I need to unhook from those deep feelings of hurt, hate, fear and pain and all they represent to me, so I can get on with my life. The one I was born into and more importantly the one God intended me to have.

But for most of us the hurt, hate, fear and pain cycle is like the moth and the flame... we are always circling it and always getting burnt by it, and always wondering why the flame hurts and we are always within its easy grasp. It is as if we are mesmerized by it. It seems to take such a monumental effort to move away from that very thing that brings hurt . . .

My own feelings had become my worst enemy because they had me I did not have them and they had me. They controlled how I reacted and thought, and all of my deeper functions were working as hard as they could to protect me from those feelings that connected me to those people, place, events and memories that I have come to fear most because of my original experience with them. And here is the hard part to grasp, it was all locked inside of me. It was no longer out there trying to get in. It was already inside doing its handy work.

Scaring me to death, slowly.

It is something like hanging on to the rattlesnake. Once you got him in your grasp at least you know where he is, but again what do you do with him and when do you rest and if you do set him down what will happen to you?

So she now had to live her life adjusting to shadows of her past as she thought she perceived them. A sick cycle of action and reaction that has no end unless the cycle is broken someplace, usually in recovery and often in therapy but always with someone else that you come to learn to trust.

The problem being is that we believe that this process of "using" will actually help because it really does . . . temporally. Key word here is "temporally". Which of course is a perfect neophyte's explanation of addiction and the various processes connected to it.

Many who first come into recovery reach this place, clean, sober and insane. There is a difference between surrender to the greater cause of your own good and recovery, and complying with the various levels of healing in hopes of getting help without making yourself too vulnerable.

Compliance will not gain sanity, only surrender will, but it is so scary for some to imagine surrendering that it is virtually impossible to even consider that it as possible. That does not say it is impossible to do, just impossible to imagine.

K-B was on of those, one of those who were so scared that she could not imagine that it was possible to surrender.

A good working definition of surrender in recovery is working the 12 Steps with a sponsor and following directions given by the sponsor and not making deals and creating short cuts or doing things your own way. In short, doing things your sponsor's way rather then your way.

It basically comes in two parts, first, work the steps and part two is, with a sponsor. An approximate equal measure of both is required before desired results can be expected to happen. Do it their way, not you're way . . . that is the key, and as I said earlier it is too scary for some even to contemplate doing that.

This is about the point where if each of us is paying attention our own personal spiritual 'Need To' agenda, we begin to notice doing something comes into play. "I need to do this", "this has to happen", "I have to make amends", "I need to learn to be responsible", but all this comes after I surrender and begin to work the steps with someone.

But if I can't get past Step One . . . then!

For K-B it was surrender, and it was surrender coupled with a proper understanding and experience with the spiritual meaning of forgiveness. This all this taken over time and processed so that the memories and the ghosts could take their proper place on the shelves of her mind and be let go of.

Know this: that memories in their proper place are not haunting, they are simply what happened and that is all, just what happened.

There were also deeper forces at work here and one was the deeper need to begin the journey of trust with someone else and go with that person a ways on their journey of healing. A shared experience! Sort of walking hand in hand spiritually. With a sponsor!

"With" is the Key word here.

"Sharing" and "trusting" are other key words that go to describe the process that is necessary and a natural spin off of the 12 Steps.

And yes it does seem to matter how we do the 12 steps, i.e., various sources on the 12 Steps point out that not until the steps are done and done in order and done thoroughly will results happen. Now isn't that a fascinating concept when you think about it: do them in order and do them thoroughly that leaves 'my way' out of the process entirely.

In my years in the business of recovery, both as a consumer and as an agent/facilitator, I have found that a deviation from the 'pattern" or road map, even in the interest of saving time, cost me dearly, both in time and emotional energy. And for some, it cost them their lives, literally. K-B is an example.

She came into a treatment pattern and then ducked out before anything real could begin to happen claiming that the dollar cost was too much. About a year and a half after that duck out she received a court settlement from an auto accident that permitted her the opportunity to 'afford' the counseling. She had lost a kneecap in a motorcycle mishap. She called on a Tuesday morning and asked for an appointment, we talked briefly and I had an opening on the upcoming Friday morning at 8:30am and she filled it.

K-B was dead sometime on the intervening Thursday afternoon or early evening. "Od-ed" on heroin. Went down, as they say, like a ton of bricks - was dead before she hit the floor - at home in the shower, with the rig in her arm, a new car, a red Mustang convertible, sitting in the lane. And a 5-year-old little boy, her son, now abandoned to the world, by both his mom and dad, both taken by drug over doses.

K-B had an inkling of the wrongs that had happened to her. She had a powerful sense that something had been laying in wait for her and these hidden demon had been running her life. These things were distant scary ghosts as far as she was concerned, but they formed the fear patterns that drove her life and her addictions.

I attended her funeral. At the funeral I got to see who would, in all probability, have been the focus of her rage. I watched him stand at her graveside and try and sell (I choose my words carefully here), sell the idea to everyone present - well over 100 people - that any one of us would be welcome in his home, if we choose to come, to visit, to see him, after all, we were all friends of the dearly departed and after all we all loved her, didn't we? That he really had nothing to do with her death. That he really had done nothing wrong. Really!

It was both a spontaneous and a pitiful performance. The answer to why he made that pitiful pitch in the midst of the mourners at the graveside lay hidden in the darker reaches of his own mind. Only he knows what motivated him that day. It seemed obvious that as of that moment in time, he had not come to terms with his own demons. The ghosts of his own hurt, hate, pain and fear.

No one said anything. And I am sure no one believed him. The silence was deafening. We simply left him to his own fate. The fate of having to be himself and facing what he needed to face someday, but not that-day, to get on with the process of being who is was supposed to be, as God intended.

To some that may sound cruel but it's not.

Why? Because this thing called recovery is here for him to do too. But only if he chooses it. First, as it is for all of us who choose recovery as a way of life, we have to be prepared to surrender to the greater processes. Then, let go of our ego's agenda and our false-selves, and get honest, really, really honest, not just safely honest, but really, really honest and tell the truth as it really is and not as we would like it to be.

He never asked that day, but if he does, then someone will step forward and offer . . . His choice!

As an aside, it is an interesting fact that may or may not be true but hearsay suggests that 92% of those people in NA were sexually abused as children. It is just one of those things that get bantered about as real. Whether or not, I'm not sure, but I have met many that were. Far too many who were.

K-B was in NA.

A-M, who by the time of the funeral and these occurrences had long since passed out of the formal therapeutic setting, and resided else-where, contacted me when she heard of K-B's death.

The grapevine is quick.

She and K-B had been friends early on in recovery. They came in about the same time. She asked me to read a poem she wrote about her own life and happenings if it were possible, and it was not, and if it were not then to in some fashion give it to K-B, which I did.

I deposited a copy of Are All The Animals In The Zoo in K-B's grave beside the urn that held her remains.

Simple Statement of Truth


Experiencing our discomfort simply as it is and not being carried off imagining that it is the end of the world, has some hidden benefits; benefits that we may never have either considered or imagined without slowing things down enough just to notice.

The experience of having our feelings simply as they are presents unexpected outcomes, but only if you take the time to notice. For instance simply having the experience rather then attempting to shun it or push it away, or mood alter can in and of itself have the ability to open us up to dynamics and to places within us that are so vast and rich, so full of the presence of spirit and creativity that it would be hard to describe them, let alone imagine them to be there without having the opportunity to experience them.

People who have experienced these awakening to the deeper side of life have do so as the result of experiencing life from a prospective that was life threatening and or terrorizing, and they report that in the midst of all the clamber and hullabaloo they came in contact with aspects of themselves that they never would have imagine were there to be contacted in the first place. Now the oddity of it all is that they might never have consider of looking inside the pain, the confusion the clamber and hubbub to see what was there and they only reason that they did was because they had no choice, it happened to them.

• So how can one become skillful at taking benefit from that observation and intimacies with that which scares me nearly to death?

• How can one go about touching base with the deeper side of things that seem only to be accessible via methods that are both scary and uncomfortable?

• Then if you wanted to stretch it just a little further how could one use the wisdom gleaned from the experience of crossing over into that place as a temp plate for resolving life’s difficulties.

• Is it possible to source the deeper aspects of yourself and not be scared to death as you do it?

Simply have the feeling. Not being lost in it or having to run away from it or re arranging it to appear to be something that it is not but rather to simply sit on it and noticing, just watchingto what is happening both on the inside and the outside.

Just notice.

That is all that is required.

Simply Notice

All most to a person, we have a strong desire to shun the sensation of what is initially perceived as unpleasant or uncomfortable and all most to a person we will hesitate to even admit that this opportunity of deep introspection is there just waiting for us, should we choose to try it.

• Scary thought not to run away from the fear or the hurt and the pain.

• Scary thought just to have it and notice all its qualities.

I have done this many times and noticed one consistent thing; the feelings are never what I thought they were. Scary is not scary after I get passed the initial moment or onset and not reacted. I have found that there were stages to move through as I sat with the feelings, and the first and most intimidating of all is the overwhelming sense of vulnerability.

Vulnerability is like a vestibule or waiting area that leads to the deeper workings of the soul. The front hall if you like. Be there in vulnerability can be something akin to sitting in the dentist’s office waiting for your turn. Being there in vulnerability often seems to be an empty, creepy and lonely thing to do place, yet when your consciousness simply stands there in it, waiting, it is then that you notice that there is a very particular discomfort that sets up deep within you.

This discomfort has many noticeable features that can change from situation to situation and they can come together and seem to gather momentum to be come the working definition of creepy or lonely or empty and the list goes on and on.

We notice this strangeness and we will, quite naturally, want to make every effort to avoid it.

But … and this but is a major but … if you can just stay centered in the moment and allow yourself to delve deeper into the introspection of the natural and painful processes, know this, growth is hidden within the process of examination.

There is really only one major requirement and that is; that we stay with the sensation of vulnerable, or metaphorically, stand in the vestibule, and then simply notice what comes along in our consciousness.

Then simply notice.

Don’t grasp, don’t push, don’t run just notice. Allow it to be what it is and how it is.

Free from your influence that is being driven by your underlying fears.

Simply notice.

This is often said to be done in a fashion that we have never would have imagined possible and often as not, to heighten the affect, we do it with people or in circumstances we would have thought impossible to either be with or be in.
Imagine that doing something that I would never have thought possible.

Question To The Universe

So does vulnerable equal defense¬less?

1) And if it does, then when these two places in our consciousness come together do they conspire to bring about the pain, the pain we are afraid to have in the first place.

2) Am I complicit in my own suffering either covertly or overtly?

3) Are there times where life conspires with the circumstances to present situations that simply have no appetizing solutions, it seems that it is just more despair and depression?

So there you are in the midst of experiencing turmoil on many levels, intense sensations that most would want to call painful at levels in your being that you would never have imagined.

Now if you stay steady with it for just a few brief moments in time you may begin to notice something unusual, the sensation, in and of itself, begins to change. The business of standing in the vestibule of your soul becomes an interesting place to be.

The feelings evolves and as it does some of it evolves into that motivating force that will begin to move you towards sharing things you never would have dreamt of sharing with people you never would have thought of sharing with, ever, but … and here is the magical big but again … you do this because in all honesty, you need to for your own well being.

It is like an awakening or birth where the soul breaking out of its shell, the ego, much as a butterfly has to break out of the chrysalis to complete the transformation process, of becoming … what you might ask … of becoming intimate, actually become an intimate, someone who has had the experience and gleaned the wisdom to be able share from the heart.

Having the facility to share and listen and not be dominated with or by fear.
To be able to translate and transfer that experience to and with people in a fashion you never would have thought possible.

Imagine that ... doing the impossible.

What everyone notices who venture into this process is this:

(a) Those barriers that stood between you and you sharing with the world outside of you slowly began to fall away as an indirect aside from taking the time to appreciate the sensation for what it is.

(b) The appreciation process becomes the tool or the instrument of release from the cocoon of the ego, it is the process that is melting those barriers mentioned above.

(c) By stopping and doing this marks the beginning of the undoing of the self imposed isolation of self and the beginning of the undoing of that tiny little painful knot that is hidden deep down in your heart, something like the single pebble in the heal of your shoe. It becomes very wearisome after awhile.

(d) It also marks the beginning of the process that will allow you to touch the existence of the reality that lay at and just beyond the very surface of your skin. Something akin to a fish in a pond that discovers the surface and senses that there is something more out there, no idea what, but a sense that something is there and it is important to have. So he pokes his head up to the surface and begins to hang out there simply for the experience.

(e) By simply being willing to explore the deeper aspects of your own sensory output, this will eventually cause you to become aware that for you, more is possible.

Here is the interesting fact of life; for me to touch them they had to touch me, for my life to be focused and centered in reality I had to be real.

You can come in connect with them and they with you and not be destroyed by the contact.

My conundrum was that I was afraid and I was hiding deep in side my skin, far below the surface of my metaphorical pond but if I wanted to have the life I said I always wanted I had to at least come to the surface and be present and accountable.

Being Real Can Only Happen Where The Skin Meet The Air.

My pain brought me to the surface. I never said out of my body, just to the surface of my being.

It is at the surface of our existence, the skin line so to speak, where we find things like compassion, and understanding, love and caring, things that if we allowed them to sink in, to be absorbed, then we could begin to give over the hard driving perfectionist tread mill that we keep our selves on.

• We also might even notice others just like us at the surface too trying figure out what the hell to do too.

• We may just very well awaken into a place where we can begin to appreciate that we are not alone on the face of this planet and God has not made a mistake.

• That we really are here for a reason, and that reason might not have a darned thing to do with our logic and reason.

• We might notice that if we are actually paying close attention to all that is we might notice that there just might be a message in the fact that we are here in the midst of 6 or so billion other lost souls here too and maybe we should try experimenting with what we might be able to do with at least some of those others who seem to be aware of the predicament we are all in.

All our natural defenses of resistance are just devices we use to keep our focus off the job at hand, of exploring the universe we were born into.

So here is the conundrum:

We are left right in the middle of a life that has brought us to our knees by the sharp fragments and shards of it’s circumstances and there seems not to be an appetizing solution at hand, but there is a door, and that door seems to go places that could be both scary and painful, but as we stand where we stand in our life’s circumstance the very pain of standing there is slowly becoming overpowering so we either have to mood alter, pretend or get on with it and go through.

It is simply a decision.

It is the ramifications of that decision that are mind boggling when you stop and think about it.

As we begin to examine the pain of it all, we might just notice that there is a choice hidden away in there and I could have if I wanted it and that choice seems to be for me to step through the thought/passageway/door and enter a deep world of appreciation that has nothing to do with outer world values, that is now opening to me if only I choose; a place that is called by many different names and a place that for a time initially will appear to be filled with unknowingness, unfamiliarity and sometimes raw fear, but I now know that this will all pass, if only I give it a chance.

Finally as we are brought into touch with a place very deep inside our souls we find that this unknowingness slowly gives way to a place that has a quiet sense of immense strength and spaciousness.

It is place where courage and strength is sown and harvested, where our ability to imagine and accept and go on in the face of adversity comes to maturity and if drawn upon this place it allows us to preserver and get on with life as it is laid out for us.

It is a place where we can be stretched beyond what we think we could do, and then do whatever it is that comes next and needs to be done. This can all come to fruition in the face of the unfamiliar and the uncertain and done is such a fashion that your next action will be full of both a sense of self and a sense of creative genius intertwined into one new sensation.

It is a mystical place where you and your physical reality can meet up with your eternal essence. This meeting up is more a blending and it does not happen because of the pain or aversion, but rather out of a respect for life gained as you examine the pain and aversions of your life. It comes about because of the willingness you display to play on the edge of, and explore into the depths of, which allows you a greater access to that deeper part of you.

The re¬sistance to exploration of the pain is us holding that opportunity at bay purely out of fear of fear, because we believe we don’t know, and we don’t want to go round the corner and see. We are simply too scared. But if you just take the time to enter into the feeling of being scared you will notice it has deeper qualities too and it is only the device our mind is using to keep us from seeing our own true nature.

When we open to our suffering we open to our humanity … to all that is.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Codependency ... Short Snappers


It is not so much that we have relationships with Drunks, Addicts, Gamblers and the like ... It is more that we have no idea how to have a relationship with ourselves.

Every Alcoholic or Addict or Gambler or what have you ... is a codependent but not every codependent drinks, drugs or gambles.

Codependency is not about who I am ... but it is about what happened to me ...

We worry insistently about how we are doing and are we getting it right ...

Perfect, Upright ... Beautiful, some days my behaviour stinks ... I'm not my behaviour ...

The Hows of how it happened to me is not so important as it Happened ... and It Hurt and ... I have been living my life adjusting to that old pain ever since ...

I live my life adjusting to some one else' problem ...

We tend to tolerate the intolerable because we don't know when enough is enough ...

We believe we are very spiritual when in fact we are deeply disconnected ...

We need to make ourselves indispensable doing for others what they could very easily do for themselves ...

We take on other peoples problems as our own ...

Deep inbred shame is one of the primary organizing principles of the pain we carry ...

One of the symptoms of this disorder is that it tells the beholder of the disorder that they don't have the disorder in the face of enormous evidence to the contrary

Usually that same pain that we carry was never ours in the first place ... we picked it up along the way and now it is our felt sense of both pain and shame ...

We swing between being super reliable to being super irresponsible ... and have no idea why other then we know we do it and can't really seem to stop ...

Each of us know that there is something missing in our lives ... we just don't know where to look to find it ... So we depend on things from outside ourselves to make us whole ... or to numb the pain that we picked up earlier on in our lives ... sometimes to control the uncontrollable but if we are paying close attention we may just notice that does not work ...

But My God I Gave It One Hell Of A Try ...

We ... With ... Us ... is the key ... just have to learn how to apply it ...

I am alone and my world is a dangerous place


It has been my belief since my earliest memory that “I am alone and my world is a dangerous place”.

My life seems to affirm this to me daily.

I have found that I only can acquire the relief and happiness that I think I want by doing something or getting something. There are times when I feel I am so desperate, lost and alone.

I have learned that when my best efforts fail me that I have gathered habits along the way that I can depend on.

These habits are creations from outside of me and they are "magical".

They take their form as substances, actions or facilities, things that I use daily just to get by on.

I know that I can always reach out to them and they can be relied on.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

The Law of Entropy


It both takes time and wastes it at the same time.

The law of entropy in a spiritual / psychological sense hails from the second law of thermodynamics, and along with the first law of thermodynamics comprise the most fundamental laws of physics and oddly enough of family systems dynamics ...

Entropy is the Law of Disorder and its Maintenance ... Basically Entropy is simple to describe and explain qualitatively. ... It is the measure of just how organized or disorganized a system is ... but here is the qualifier from a family systems dynamic point of view ... Entropy Resists Change From Within The System It Rests In ... sometimes with a surprising and devastating force.

M Scott Peck simply defined it as laziness. (See page 271 Road Less Travelled)

Entropy Is That Force That We Have To Overcome To Move Forward: Spiritually, Emotionally, Psychologically, and Physically.

A Truth Revealed: Spiritual Entropy Is Loves Opposite...

“Sin” is defined in A Course In Miracles as simply the Absence of Love.

So it follows that Spiritual Growth is effortful and the very nature of our lives and their circumstances remind us of this every moment of every day.


Just Do It
... Difficult ...
But Necessary


NDT this one took a long time to figure out then once I did I had to figure out how not to do it and get on with actually doing what I needed to do ...

BUNNY'S LETTER, TAI CHI and THE WAY OF THINGS IN 1989


Neil; what a great week I've had. I saw Dr A (In Edmonton) - and sensed immediately that he was going to be able to help. I have appointments with him 4 days a week every second week for the next six weeks. I start again this Monday. He'll be working on my liver and spleen (as you suggested). I am very excited about it. He sends his hello.

And I unlocked the secret of TAI CHI - well one secret anyhow there may be more. I have been upset because they were just teaching the form and very little if any of the theory behind it. All they have really said is it is in harmony with nature. Well - 2 days - ago I was talking to my invisible friends and everything I have been learning over the past 3 years came into perspective. All these "New Age" buzz words & phrases which I do embrace and do believe and tried desperately to apply just plopped together.

In our western civilization we always teach the theory then the movement. Words, Words and more words moving us into action and we do it just because we are supposed to! In TAI CHI the movement- the form -teaches the theory!

It is the circles within the cycle! The whole exercise moves in a cycle and each movement is a circle with in a cycle. And before each new movement can begin you must return to center and be balanced. It is physically impossible to correctly begin the next step until you have returned to center. This really blew me away. From this little conclusion came the total understanding of what being in harmony with nature meant. Before I just accepted it to mean being aware and caring for the environment, being concerned about the animals etc.. But it is so much more than that - it is the circles within the cycles, absolutely everything moves in cycles, the earth, the seasons, the breath, the blood cells, LIFE - growth and no new cycle can begin until the first one is complete.

If there are no seeds there are no roots - no roots - no stem-no stem - no branches, leaves - and if there are no leaves-no seeds. It all goes from birth to decay. An incomplete cycle will hold you back, create a blockage to the new cycle and the blockage creates illness or disrupts the harmony of nature. Until the roots of childhood are fully developed the child can not mature.

Now I realize I have been trying to cheat the natural laws of nature. I have really abused my body, forcing it to keep going even when it was tired and exhausted and my body was telling me it could not keep up the pace. So instead of listening to my body I used meditation and Tai Chi to give me more energy and stamina to further my unhealthy lifestyle.

Each time it would scream for more energy I feed it cigarettes, coffee, sugar - whatever it took to jump start it into action. When the physical pain became too much I feed it pain killers. Even when the pain did bring me to my knees I constantly chastised my body for letting me down. Consequently even when my body revolted and force me to stop I gave it no peace to allow the energizing to take place.

I have perceived every moment of my life as being a battle or series of battles which must be won. Because my body has been in a constant state of alert a whole series of chemical reactions have been constantly occurring - hormones and adrenaline have been constantly released into the blood stream plus my nervous system had a hair trigger sensitivity. My body does not know how to turn off the adrenaline - this is what created the chemical imbalance that ended in depression and because I went right back to the same lifestyle, my body waged all out war - Hypoglycemia.

I have been at battle all my life. Even when I got sick I felt I had lost the battle of "wellness" which in turn put more strain on my already overtaxed system. BUT in the eyes of TAI CHI I have won the battle to make myself sick by my way of living.

I succeeded!

I succeeded in defeating my body. What a lark!

Now the question is exactly what battle am I fighting and whose side do I want to be on? I understand at least I thought I understood that body mind and spirit must work in harmony.

What I did not understand until this week is that within each of these three circles all cycles must also be in harmony. It is the same as in nature. The Moisture Cycle in nature creates or allows the plant cycle, the plant cycle feeds the animal cycle - and so on and
so on. If one of these cycles is incomplete all other cycles suffer. Just like in my body.

Now Neil - what the hell am I going to do with all this information - I am still sorting - I guess I will just keep putting one foot in front of the other - Maybe Turn the Toes In A Little so I Can Go In Circles!

Oh - another neat one - In Tai Chi you do not run away from your opponent (fear, anger) but you do not try and grab your opponent either - nor do you hold him - he is just allowed to come and go as he pleases. BINGO!

We got a hold of my daughter (travelling in California) around 12:30 the evening of the earthquake (San Fran 1989). She is fine, but says she is moving on. Where she is going - your guess is as good as mine. My personal feeling is that she should return and face life - but that is her decision to make and I will not interfere - my tongue is bleeding from biting it - but it is not my problem - so Mum butt out.

Take care
Love


Bunny


NDT: A one time client and now friend wrote this letter to me in 1989 ... she told me the story of a moment of clarity ... a moment of enlightenment ... in which she discovered one of the great secrets of life revealed through action and not words.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

The 8 Deadly Sins of Codependency


Codependency: I live my life adjusting to someone else`s problems ... Where As Severe CoDependency is I am so lost in adjusting my life to everything around me that I have no Idea who I am or what I should be doing. What I am noticing is that my life and behaviours are self destructive.

There is Subterfuge with the confines of codependency, and there seems to be 8 basic umbrella groupings with many, many sub groups. The mingling of these sub groups causes many variations of a theme on the sub plots that go to make up and contribute to the subterfuge of codependency ... the number of variations on a theme is enormous

The covert rules that are constructed as a result of that intermingling can work in unison or in conjunction with each other. Again more fodder for subterfuge. They can combine in many a haphazard fashion. There are literally hundreds if not thousands of ways they can conspire. Often as not, it is the application of these variations on a theme that forces people within dysfunctional systems into survivor modes just to get by. It is how we got by during our original experience.

1 Control
One must be in control of all interactions, feelings and personal behaviour at all times. This is the primary tenant for all systems that are managed by covert and dysfunctional rules.

Control is a defensive strategy. The Strategy has gone awry … it has missed the mark … but … if it is all that I have then I will use it … if I use it then it will become my habit … as it becomes my habit, I will call it normal … if it becomes the working definition of my normal then I will hope against hope that my way works because, and here is the important part, I am not about to try anyone else’s way or use anyone else’s rules.

This rule is supposed to protect me/us from the shame … the origin of this shame is actually from my deeper sense of a lost and ruptured self. But, here is why the strategy of control really can’t work …

My effort with control is to attempt to stop all the outside influences from being themselves and reminding or triggering me into my sense of self-rupture.
I want to sense being both safe and secure.

There is a deep need from within me to feel that way. My attempts to do so tend to elude me no matter how hard I try or for that matter how often I try with the misbegotten tools I have acquired.

I want to both feel safe and feel better; but my very effort to do so defeats me every time I try.

The problem is that once you enter into the process of controlling your feelings, your actions, controlling what the family can and can’t do, how the office is going to be run etc … then all spontaneity is lost with the system.

Know this: It is a shame evoking process to attempt to protect you from shame via control.

It sort of follows the bumper sticker idea of planning your spontaneity Is Not A Fun Thing To Do, it can be an interesting pass-time to enter into but not fun!

Control really does not serve a practical function. The function it does serve really is an attempt to prevent from happening what cannot be prevented. It is all about the Ghosts of Christmas Past, and it comes from trying to find a way to interact with life without coming out of hiding and being real.

Control has an addictive quality to it.

In the application of the facility called control, it gives the beholder a sense of power; there seems to be a sort of surreal sense of predictability and security that wants to spin off from the situation as the control is applied. It gives the beholder a high. Not that it ever really works for extended periods of time, it doesn’t.

It is just there and seemingly wants to jump in to the ring and make us feel better ― temporarily. Did you hear just how close that one came to actually doing something for us and still missed the mark?

Again as mentioned before, temporarily, is the key word here ― only temporarily!

Controlling all … is, in and of itself … a form of severe disability of the will. It has some of the same qualities as a shark feeding proudly upon itself … in frenzy … Just Look What I Can Do it says taking another mouth full of self … not realizing that this is a form of a disease and if left to its own devices … over time … will consume the beholder.

This is pointed out in Lesley Farber’s book Ways of the Will… the disabled Will wants to will away what cannot be willed away … all life’s little twists and turns and its total unpredictability¬ity (no matter who the guru is that says he or she can actually support you in making them go away).

It is a key and a clue to what it was really like to be a kid at your house …
Know this: Control is bred in fear … no other place … just fear. Once formed it drives us to avoid the fear like the plague … Control is our sword and shield … if it is all we think we have … then that is all we can do.

2 Perfectionism
Don’t be caught being wrong … this is more often in your own eyes than anywhere else ... it is how I imagine I am perceived...

Always “be right” in everything you do.

This oppressive form of thinking can be about everything we attempt to do or think we want to do … it is often justified by our own thinking and our own rationale.

It is all the notions and rules about life that we carried away in our covert backpack from our family of origin.

We may be of the belief that we have dealt with the family of origin issues and we even have distanced ourselves far away from them … but the ideals and beliefs we carried away from the family of origin in our covert backpacks are right here dictating how we have to think.

How we think is governed by the covert backpack and for our purpose(s) here we will call it what we often refer to it as … normal, understanding that our normal is filled with what we believe to be truths.

Now these norms may be about intellectual achievement or moral self-righteousness, about being upper class or lower class, about being rich or poor. It is the underpinning of how we see the world. They are always about how we will frame the world we live in and then be able to judge others and ourselves. We will always be able, in theory, to know where we stand. We will never be caught off guard.

Perfectionism is an instrument of measure primarily; it encourages competitiveness amongst its users. It gives the beholder a sense of one-up-man-ship; again it is a temporary thing that needs to be redone over and over and over again in a vain attempt to fill that sense of self rupture.

Now because it is a tool of measurement this rule is imposed on just about everything we do ... but … being imposed … is the key phrase here.

Similarly the competitive aspect is also imposed upon others, usually within the system itself. It is what we do to cover-up and compensate for the hurt and the shame and the intense sense of self rupture we feel from time to time. Now we feel it from time to time but it is there all the time noticed or not. All the members of the system play the game of being members of the system by anxiously avoiding what is defined as bad, wrong or inferior by the systems rules and this can include neighbors or political parties … anything that the system has decided does not or is not worthy of its respect. It is usually something that if it were looked at closely would reveal the original system to be flawed.

Again a basic rule is followed: Fear And Avoidance Of The Negative Is The Organizing Principle Of Life.

The members live according to an externalized image they project … all become what is called being self-image actualized. Thus they are their image and these people who practice this principle lose their real selves via dissociation … a retired Forensic Psychiatrist from California who specialized in Dissociation, says the birth personality goes into hiding until the individual comes in contact with an ethical therapist and is well into the therapeutic process.

This leaves the beholder of this structured belief system to live what amounts to a chronic life of dissociation from self. Always busy observing the self in all situations while wondering internally: “Am I doing it right or what are they thinking of me?”

James Joyce’s quote comes to mind: “Mr. Duff lives a few feet from his body.” The list goes on and on… John Bradshaw summed it up nicely in his book, The Family … no belief system leads to hopelessness more quickly than this one.

3 Denial Of The Five Freedoms
Deny feelings, this is a defense strategy … it keeps the unwanted away … it keeps us in a place where we can appear to be having a good time while at the same time we … deep down inside … are scared half to death about things we don’t or can’t even imagine or remember … deny anything that might stir feelings up … things like perceptions, thoughts, wants and imaginings … and especially things that have been predetermined to be negative things like fear, loneliness, sadness, hurt, rejection and dependency needs.

This is a variation on a theme of the rules of perfectionism … and we are back to the first tenant of perfectionism: “No Rule Takes Us Into Hopelessness Any Faster Than This One”. You shouldn’t think, feel, desire, imagine, see things, hear things, the way you do. You should see, hear, feel, think, imagine, and desire the way the Perfectionist’s ideal demands … never the way you wish or want to or for that matter the way you imagine it. Just know what the working definition of normal and acceptable is for the moment and adhere to it … regardless of your thoughts wants or desires.

4 Blame
Who did ‘it’?

Why they do ‘it’?

Deflect ‘it’ away from me. The ‘it’ in this case is anything that I think or feel will expose me for what I believe I really am … actually it is the fabled self-rupture quietly at work in our lives trying to maintain a home in our house … spotlight someone else before someone spotlights me and most important if someone makes a mistake … regardless of how minor … nail them for ‘it’ !

Blame gives one a sense of control. This is especially important when one loses a sense of control. It is thought to be one of the fastest mood altering methods.

Blame as many forms … it is a form of mood altering … often the art of the Spectatoring is a form of blame … each party is exactly sure what the other said and the context in which it was used and the other party recalling perfectly the same incident saw and heard something totally different … the differences we argue about … blaming the other party … it is actually pointless … it allows what is referred to as a cybernetic feedback loop to occur … that is, an endless argument that has no beginning and no end … oddly enough … it does facilitate the relationship remaining stable … not healthy … but stable … considering that one working definition of stable is the continuance of the familiar.

Blame is a “from childhood” defense strategy. It learned in the backyard or in the basement of our pre-school-sibling-rivalry days … it wasn’t me mommy … Bobby did it!

… He said with the broken cup in his hand and the spilt milk at his feet.

5 No-Talk Rule
To be properly dysfunctional you cannot and neither must you encourage either yourself or others to talk about the realities of life, things like feelings, thoughts or experiences and especially those things that might focus on the pain and loneliness of the dysfunction.

This is also a variation on a theme of the perfectionist’s rule … fundamental prerequisite for dysfunction to be able to take hold and operate in your life.
Here’s why … denial of expression is a fundamental wound to our humanity ... the actual process of us being a human being … we are basically symbolic creatures … this is basically (basically being the key word here) how we express ourselves … in symbols.

We both create and seek our creativity and the expression of our humanity through the symbolic function of the imagination … so it follows that to be perfectly dysfunctional it is a must that this aspect of our beingness be stifled as completely as possible ... “All By Myself … I can handle this all by myself … etc.”

6 Myth-Making
This one has its own particular twists that could be seen to be funny if they weren’t so sad at times … it is here where well practiced denial becomes delusion … the fundamental rules for operating the myth making system are simple and to the point, as follows:Always look at the bright side. (Translated that means avoid the negative at all costs)

Re frame the hurt, pain and distress in such a way as to distract everyone from what is really happening. (Translated that means avoid the negative at all costs).

This is a way to appear to always keep the balance in the system … notice I never said healthy … just in-balance … often as not, the balance is precarious … but it is balanced none-the-less.

The overall object of the exercise is to keep the system closed … nothing in, nothing out … the steel trap concept thus if anyone rocks the boat with truth or an understanding or insight they will upset the status quo and the system will in all likelihood turn on them … in a vain effort to regain balance.

7 Incompletion
Never resolve anything … don’t bring things to closure … don’t complete transactions … maintain the Hatfield’s and the McCoy’s posture … old fights are good fights even if you can’t remember why or how they started in the first place … this can go on for years … it just becomes what we do because we are who we are … or at least so we think … Just look at Northern Ireland or the Middle East … two real good bad examples of what this concept embodies.

There are two basic tenants of this application:

First: chronic fighting and conflict … no real resolution is sought or found … we fight because it is what we do best, because … because … because. Each person with a perfectly clear recall of what was said and how it was said and each with a different picture of what happened or how it happened … fighting over things that really matter not outside the fighting … oddly enough maintains the relationship because they cannot get along in any other manner … the fighting is the bonding formula… the jam that holds them together.

Second: is through enmeshment and confluence … agreeing never to disagree. Some people pride themselves that in their relationship they have never fought with their partners … the unspoken message here is that fighting between partners is bad … it is not … it is just confrontational … and that is definitely not bad. Again all the rules of above apply and again this process is the bonding formula that holds people together in the face of overwhelming evidence that they should maybe separate and be done with it …

This style of system allows people to appear to be together while at the same time maintain a real sense of distance between members (no meaningful contact) while appearing to be a tightly knit unit such as a family or a work team etc.

The pain of the process is that members of this style of system are generally upset and confused all the time.

8 Unreliability
Never enter into a place called trust … don’t offer it and don’t expect it … know deep down inside that you are the only reliable person that you know … keep this one to yourself and you will never be disappointed by life. It follows that since the parents never got their dependency needs met as children, that they did not have this to pass on to us … because parents cannot pass on what they don’t have thus the parents cover this short fall up by acting either aloof and independent (walled boundaries) or needy and dependent (enmeshed boundaries) … thus in either case every member of the system … especially the junior members of the system … feels emotionally cut off and incomplete … and of course it follows that the tradition of yesteryear continues on and no one gets their needs met in a functional manner… translated this means it slips onto and into the next generation and they will sooner or later continue in the tradition of the Ghost of Christmas Past.

NDT I gleaned this information from various sources as I was researching Experience Has Taught Us: Searching for the Willingness to Change ... John Bradshaw (The Family) ... Melody Beatty (Co dependent No More), Terry Kellogg (Broken Toys Broken Dreams)

Friday, April 30, 2010

Quaker (RIP) ... A Very Good Friend


Quaker passed to day ... actually about an hour ago ... He is Lynne's Dog ... but my friend ... He was John D's very good friend too ... Quaker was glued to Lynne for all the time that I have known her and him ... The two of them were nearly in separatable ... He stuck it out with her when life was deep and dark. There were times that she needed to be else where and I know that the two of them pined for each other ... deeply.

He died peacefully this morning ... in his bed beside ours ...



He loved traveling in the Car ... He loved ice cream and particularily he loved kittens ... to be able to play with them ... in his own little way ... He could fart like there was no tomorrow and he was always the best company. He could speak with his eyes.



He was named because on the day that the question of what should he be called arose there was a mild earth quake at that very moment and thus Quaker ...

His health was alway in question, apparently the runt of the litter. The vet warned Lynne long before I was on the scene that his days were numbered... Well the Vet did not know that Quaker could count or for that matter so high. So instead of a year or two he lived to the ripe old age of 15 years ...

I smile at this but he used to be able to sing tunes ... happy birthday to be exact ... ask Lynne ... then he lost his voice for a period of time and towards the end when he lost his mobility he found his voice again to let us know what he needed and right now ... :-)

I for one will really miss him ... I know that Lynne does and John D does too ... and if I seriously looked into the list of who loved him and who will miss him it is very length ... Janice, and Dixie and and and ...

Bye my Buddy


Neil

Thursday, April 29, 2010

As Codependents We :



Hide our pain from ourselves and from others, especially significant others.

We Try to Hide us from us.

Being denied our basic childhood dependency needs:

• We dwell in shame, plagued with dependency problems.

• Normal needs and urges become attempts to fill the empty self.

• The need for fun and excitement becomes addiction to intensity.

• The need for attention becomes acting out, acting in, or transfer and projection onto others. We say they are the ones with the problem or are needy, when it is really about us.

• The need for self-esteem becomes arrogance.

• The need for nourishment becomes our eating disorders.

• The need for understanding becomes compulsive demanding.

• The need for security becomes obsessive worrying and misery.

• The need for self-care becomes isolated narcissism.

• The need for relationship becomes desperation.

• The need for intimacy becomes enmeshment.
Sexual needs become shame, compulsion, fear, confusion and jealousy.

• The need for identity becomes an over-identification with the responses to our childhood hurts.

• We over-identify with the labels of pathology, of appearing to know what causes us to do what we do, when it is really us talking about us when we talk about them, ie. the pathologies.

• These pathologies are merely windows to lost childhood.

• Addiction(s) is a window to the hurting child.

• Self-destructiveness is a window to lost childhood pain.

• Hopelessness is a window to the loss of self or to the underdeveloped self.

Terry Kellogg was asked to define codependency in ten words or less. His reply was amazingly to the point; “it is the child's reaction to a low functioning family”. He later clarified his statement by saying, “it is just short of chronic mental illness”.


NDT: the above passage was extracted from Experience Has Taught Us --- Searching for the Willingness to Change ... Bright Star Press ... available on amazon.comTerry Kellogg and his wife are at the forefront of the work and treatment of Co dependency ... Writer Terry Kellogg observes, “Codependency is not about a relationship with an addict, it is the absence of relationship with self” (Broken Toys Broken Dreams, BRAT Publishing, 1990). with the book Broke Toys Broken Dream I usually wear 2 or 3 a year ... so

Knowing Your Default Settings





Like many of us, I was born into a normal family. In my case, I was the oldest of six children with one brother and four sisters. The idea of “Default Settings” came to me many years after entering a 12 Step Program.

I am not a trained Therapist or Psychologist, but this book provides a venue for me to share my experience, strength and hope with others. If you are reading this book, like me, you are searching for answers or you might be struggling with a life-challenging experience. What I have learned is that “if it is life-challenging, then it has the possibility to be life changing”. Ultimately it is up to you.

My Introduction to the 12 Steps; I entered my first 12 Step meeting in July of 1992. A few days earlier, I had learned that my wife, who I was separated from, had entered into a new relationship. I came by this knowledge quite innocently. My two sons, who were 6 and 8 years old at the time, recanted a story of spending the night at there Mother’s new boyfriend’s home. I immediately felt a rush of nausea sweep through my entire body and I became physically debilitated. I couldn’t eat; all I wanted to do was sleep.

Six months previous, just after New Years Eve 1991 and 3 days of not talking to my wife, I announced in dramatic style that I was leaving. I packed some clothes and went to stay at a friend’s home. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was using one of my oldest, tested, tried and true manipulative tactics to control my wife, except this time it backfired on me. She actually learned that she was happier without me (at least it seemed) and I sank into a deep depression. For some time I had tried to re-unite with my wife and my broken family, but she resisted. I had already put her through many years of drinking and partying, while I enjoyed a career in the nightclub business.

She had finally had enough.

So with this as a backdrop, I entered into the room of my first 12 Step Program. I recall that I could hardly sit in the meeting without becoming emotionally distraught with grief. I struggled to fight back my tears because this public display of emotions was very out of character for me. Nonetheless, there I was sniffling and wiping the tears from my cheeks. What I experienced was that in the presence of these strangers, I did not feel ashamed or embarrassed. Week after week I sat in that room mainly listening to others, who were braver than me; share their truth, while I continued to seek a salve for my broken heart.

Like the beginning of a rain shower, the gifts from attending the meetings week after week began to fall; first I felt one drop and then another until finally the raindrops falling onto me began a cleansing and recovery process that continues today.

Step 1: One of the first such raindrops occurred one weekend while I was out walking along the beach. It was early in my process and I was struggling with the way my ex-wife was raising our sons. Generally, I disapproved of her behavior and parenting style with our sons and because I was no longer living with them, I couldn’t influence or control what was going on. My belief system needed me to be in control of what was happening before, in my opinion, she did something that was going to deeply scar both children emotionally. As I struggled with this dilemma I recited the first line of the “Serenity Prayer” to myself repeatedly, “God grant me the serenity to accept the things that I cannot change…”.

I remember thinking “how in the heck am I supposed to get serene about the stuff my ex-wife is doing”.

As I struggled intellectually with the things that I thought I knew, and my frustration over the reality that I could not control what was happening especially when I wasn’t there, I slowly began to get some awareness. I cannot control the action or behavior of another person. If I allow myself to be SERENE, then I could learn to ACCEPT that there are many things that happen day to day that I have absolutely no control over. I can get angry, I can threaten, I can cry, I can attempt to use any manipulative tactic that I have been taught, but ultimately, I am POWERLESS over others. The more I resisted this principle, the more the level of peace and serenity was disrupted in my life. This awareness brought me to my initial understanding of STEP One.

JR Vancouver, Oct 2003


NDT: JR and I have been friends for nearly two decades now ... Extracted from Experience Has Taught Us --- Searching for the Willingness to Change ... Bright Star Press ... on Amazon.com

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Hi, My Name Is Neil And I Am ...


I was a single child born into a post WWII home in a small town. My mom and dad worked for the local Utilities Company. That’s where they met. After I arrived on the scene my mom stayed home with me for about five years. My mom went back to work when I was five, but only after some discussion with my father, because after all, no wife of his was going to work. But she did, and life went on.

Baby-sitters were the order of the day, especially during the summer months. We lived in a two-bedroom house on a street full of two and three bedroom homes, all built posthaste at the end of the war. Our town had a Saturday market. There were no large supermarkets to speak of until the A&P Store opened on what was once a park and then all the other major stores followed and the town was transformed from sleepy rural to quiet backwater.

The focus of the townspeople’s lives centered around what happened on the railways, the town’s major employer. There were seven different railways as I recall. Who was being bumped on which seniority list or who was or was not on which spare board were all current topics of discussion over coffee or over clotheslines on Mondays.

Monday was always wash day.

That was just the way things were.

The local newspaper measured big events, ‘who’ was who and ‘how’ they were doing was reported weekly in the Hatched, Matched and Dispatched column on Saturday. You could always find out who was visiting whom and who was away on holiday and where they could afford to go. It must have been a burglar’s fondest dream.

As a child and well into my teen years, I was a loner who seemed to move between groups or cliques and never felt that I really belonged.

I actually prided myself on this ability to float between groups without belonging. In my early adult years, I put this learned skill to practical use and entered the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMPolice). I was recruited for the Security Service and worked in the semi cloak and dagger world of counter espionage and counter terrorism.

I really just knew one set of grandparents, my mom’s folks; my dad’s folks had divorced in the 1930’s and had lived apart. My maternal grandfather owned the local watering hole in a small village about 50 Km away. He had the unwanted (or wanted . . . never could really tell) attention of every ne’er-do-well in the surrounding three counties. Because, as his friend, they had an indirect access to his supply of booze, and this came in especially handy on Sundays and other statutory holidays when the liquor store was closed or when they were broke (note the hotel sold 100,000 gallons of beer a month by bottle). Oh yes, those three counties that bordered on to his ends of our county were all dry. It was not uncommon to come to the hotel, and later after the hotel changed hands, to the house for a visit on a Sunday and find the Labatt’s courtesy car, the Carling’s courtesy van, the Seagram rep’s vehicle and the town constable’s car parked in the lane. All would be in the house in some form of intoxication.

I have come to learn that there was a secret to how they could consume so much so often and now I’ll share that secret with you. There was only enough ‘drink’ in each bottle for one drink each for those who were present. They only drank quarts of rye (26 oz.). Thus if there were only two present then only two drinks would be poured and the bottle of booze would be emptied. They had large glasses as I recall. Actually as I recall it now the glasses were gifts from one of the distillers, oddly enough.

There was not a day that went by when I was in either of my grandparents’ presence that I did not see them consume alcohol. There is sadness and a truth that goes with the thought that alcohol played such a pervasive part of their lives. Another thought oddly enough is I still thought they could walk on water. I loved my grandparents dearly. They were my first experience with god-like creatures, where I truly knew they, especially my grandfather, could make the earth part if he so wanted it to be. I knew in my heart of hearts that all I had to do was ask and he would and could make it happen. It was really as simple as that. Everything from new bicycles from Peter’s bicycle shop next door to the hotel, to Oh Henry chocolate bars and pop from the dry bar, anytime I wanted them, was possible from him.

From this child’s perspective that was all powerful.

I can remember accompanying him on his rounds, visits to various farms or villages in the area. People sought him out for his blessing and approvals on darned near everything that happened at that end of the county. I learned years later that he was a pushover with cash and damned near everyone owed him and no one was in a position to pay him back. I know that he was respected because he helped without any thought of payback. I know that he supported various lost members of the family through odd and varied circumstances, who supported others who had been abandoned by life and life’s crappy circumstances and were still too young or unable to fend for themselves. He was a good man. He drank too much. Oh, by the way, that’s not bad that he drank too much. You may come to understand this idea as you work your own life out.

Now on my father’s side, his parents had divorced back in the 1930s and that is an oddity in and of itself. Divorced in the 1930s and Catholic to boot. Well actually it was a marriage of the Orange and the Green for those of you who understand Irish history.

My grandfather, Sid, was Welsh (Orange) and lived in the same small town as we did. He died of a brain tumor when I was young.

Sid’s ex-wife, my grandmother Sarah (Green and one of 17 siblings, 16 girls and a boy, Uncle Jimmy. We don’t speak much about him, you know.) and her daughter, my aunt, lived in another small town several hours drive from our place.

I never got to meet them until I was about 10. Boy, could my aunt drink. I’d go to school and brag. I mean she could drink, really drink. She really put them under the table. She quit one weekend cold turkey and she turned her life over to the pursuit of spirituality via religious cause. She became a nun, and a darned good one. I was proud of her.

Grandma Sarah passed on.

My aunt did all this becoming a nun stuff, and quitting drinking right after her mother passed on.

I was never really close to my grandmother and never got to know her. I was about 13 or so when she died. I remember some of the funeral processes and the nuns who came to the funeral home. Order of St Joseph’s, standing there in the viewing area like tall statues of black and white. I knew nothing about being Catholic. They came to pray, to pray my newly departed grandmother right into heaven, and I had no idea what was about to happen. My dad did and he got the hell out of the room before things got off the ground, but I didn’t know. They must have gone round the rosary 10 times or 10 times more than normal. I actually had a bruise on my knee from kneeling so long but I hung in there.

I faked it until they made it.

I got to meet some of the aunts and assorted others from my dad’s side of the family, but the only one I could remember is Aunt Gurt, and she was a sight. She was also at the funeral. She lived in the same small town as my grandmother. Aunt Gurt had a knack for wearing make-up in such a fashion that her age was perfectly disguised by her outward appearance of a not-so-nearly-retired-madam, 70 or not. My dad was a little more direct in his description of her.

At the funeral I got to hear some of the stories that had threads leading directly back to County Cork in Ireland, that wove their way through ‘establishment’ families of Upper Canada (Ontario) of today.

People showed up at the funeral, and those who were someone, came in all in their finery, and their mink stoles, etc. just to be seen, even though the weather was hot. Family names of establishment Upper Canada were well represented. In all honesty, they were people who had hard beginnings and fought their way out of their assigned lot in life.

They all drank too much.

Some varied the theme with worked too much, and that was praised because then they could consume too much. Others were just a little weird (remember Uncle Jimmy, the one we don’t talk about) and we didn’t talk about them because they were never ‘right’ in the first place.

No great traumas here right? Wrong!

Here is an interesting aside that I learned doing this recovery stuff. Trauma does not have to be noisy. It is something or a combination of somethings that you were never allowed to express your feelings about. Drama is what happened and trauma is never being able to express yourself about what happened.

Caution:
Don’t Confuse Trauma with Drama.
They are definitely different.
Most people do make the mistake of confusing them.


I believe now that the appropriate way to describe my life is to say that, if one never ventured past the surface then one might conclude that there was no great apparent trauma. (I was becoming skilled at living a lie). The key word here is apparent, because something was there and it turned into the thing that lurked in my life until I was well into my 30s. I never really knew what it was, but I knew something was there. I knew for a fact that it was having a major impact on my life. I could not control it. It was just happening to me. It drove me to drink, it drove me to overwork, to rage, and the list goes on and on and on. When I had had enough, it drove me to meetings and the 12-Step process.

I’ve spent considerable time at this process, actually since May 12, 1979. I attended my first AA meeting in Wardsville Ontario, behind the Wagon Wheel Restaurant, a place notorious for its strawberry rhubarb pie.

I was in the Program.
I was out of the Program.
I was back into the Program.


Those who know often call this doing research, and it is a polite way of saying that I was using my best-worst defense(s) against a world that scared the hell out of me. I was drinking, or I was working or I was raging as a way to deal with something I could not deal with. Did I mention smoking or control or blame or perfectionism? All basically the same thing except the government does not get tax from the last few. Literally the list goes on and on and on. What in fact I was really doing was depending on me and my vast lack of resources to search out what could not be searched out with the tools that I had. Something like attempting to find a bacterium using a pop bottle end as a microscope.

I basically had no tools, but was too scared, proud and ashamed to admit to myself or to the world, let alone ask for help from someone that I already knew I could not trust. It also needs to be understood that this person I knew I could not trust was unnamed. That was everybody, but I could not show that to anyone.

I had read someplace or other that if you had something to learn then go teach it. I had lots to do and believe me much more to learn, especially about myself, so I said to myself “Self, time to go teach.” But who would want to hire a newly retired spy-catcher as a teacher?

That’s when I bumped into George Bullied and Twin Valleys School. Twin Valleys School [a.k.a. TVS or The Valley] was an alternative to the penal system for young offenders. George said something to the effect that if you’re not doing anything, and I wasn’t, then come to The Valley.

I did.

That got me to Wardsville, Ontario and that got me to my first AA meeting in May of 1979.

The roller coaster had started for me officially several years prior to that in 1976, but I think it was 1979 when I surfaced for the first time. It goes something like this, and I am sure most of you have experienced this one. Life is something you dive blindly into. Sometimes when you do dive in - which is the only requirement my life seemed to demand, the diving in that is - it is so thick and cold and distasteful and deep, it seems to take forever to be able to surface. That time frame from 1976 to 1979 was the longest time I ever had to hold my breath, both spiritually and psychologically.

That was an eternity.

I thought I had found help upon arriving at the Valley and I was more than happy to let them do it for me, but shortly into this process I discovered they were more lost than I.

Now the tale of ‘who’ I am and how I got to be here gets just a little twisted here. If you pick up the thread of my story at about the place of understanding that all the supposed ‘niceness’ of life, wasn’t. I was living a lie and had become well practiced at it. Then I can jump start back through time and pick it up at: I had a job with the Federal Government in the RCMPolice Security Services and I was working my way up. (I just jumped from spring 1979 back to about early winter 1970.) I got early promotions and the like. Earlier on before my transfer into the Security Service, I had met and married a young lady from Regina - while in training actually - and we had a child together. And she and I, we drank just a little too much, a little too often and we thought we enjoyed it. Then I began to notice that she drank far too much, but I never really put it together that this observation may have applied to me also. Odd isn’t it, what we can see in others and can’t see in ourselves.

That observation took several years to notice and a decade or so to be understood and then to be accepted. That business of noticing and understanding came after an incident that could only be described as ‘something that should never happen to your worst enemy’ happened. The front door to Hell kicked open and out came the unholy horse guard and all the crap and misery they could muster.

My wife’s up bringing did not seem at all like mine. She had a drunken stepfather, an absentee mom who worked to support everyone, including the damnedest mixture of ne’er-do-wells you could imagine. Remember the ne’er-do-wells at my grandfather’s place? Well I didn’t remember them and more importantly I didn’t understand the significance of them either. The odd thing was that I fit right in and felt totally and completely at home. I didn’t like it, but it fit like a glove.

That whole experience eventually led to what I was to think, for the longest time, was the true trauma of my life. In truth it was a travesty, and it was dramatic and I would not wish it on anyone. The trauma was in the smoke and mirrors that came with the drama, and as I was to discover much later, the trauma had been there waiting for me all along. I had just never noticed or knew that I could notice.
My wife eventually committed suicide and left me a widower with a small child. I was devastated. Could this be happening to me? Where do I look and what do I look for? What I found was I was spending most of my time with the ‘why’s’ of this life. It took me a long time to come to terms with asking ‘what’ rather than ‘why’.

Now this brings me back to arriving at Twin Valleys School (The Valley) in 1979 and the beginnings of me searching for me through me. I knew I needed to do something, but I was not sure what that was. What I came to quickly learn at the Valley was that they didn’t know either, but almost everyone was at least honest enough to admit to their ‘lostness’.

Nice to be lost together!

And our community drew members from other communities to us and us to them. There was a network of lost people being lost together, which for awhile during the 70’s was what I called ‘hippy dippy dum’. We at the Valley were the last bastions of ‘it’, whatever ‘it’ was.


NDT: Extracted from A Step Four and Five Guide Published by Bright Star Press ... Available on the net at Amazon.com