Rambling into a muddle about self help and other possibly spiritual matters

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I realised I had not got down the thing I felt important when I wrote about Self Help..it’s to do with will and will power.I recall in my upbringing that it seemed to be taken for granted that if we knew something was wrong it was easy not to do it.And of we did it,then it was a sin… we might burn in hell!
When I began to read a book by Leslie Farber I found he defined anxiety as
Willing that which cannot be willed.
He gives examples such as that we can lie down by willpower but we cannot sleep by it, we can have sex if the urges are still there but we cannot conceive by will power.. in other words there are many things we can’t control… we can’t will someone to love us…we can’t make a phobia disappear or lose weight..
Now does this mean that if we would like to become more loving or kinder or less proud [and pride lurks behind much of our thinking] does it mean we ought to give up?
Similarly we can’t cure fear of lifts by will power although we can travel in a lift while accepting the panic by willpower…
How can we do any of these good things?
I suppose I might try to explain it by
We can put ourselves into a place where what we cannot will might happen in another way.I believe the concept of grace which comes to us sometimes might be an example.
We may be lucky and get the grace to get courage or we might have to be more active….
If it’s to do with a phobia we may find if we make ourselves do what we fear that eventually it will become easier.I have found that with being in a car.
Or we may find a change of environment may do the trick.
This worked for me when I went to university and got away from the imprisonment of the convent school where I had become totally mute for a year without anyone noticing or bothering!
The amazement of being treated politely by the staff at university and getting friends from a different background gave me back my voice.. literally..
A humorous note…I went to call on a sick lady on Xmas Eve and in our chat I said to her that I used to be very quiet..
She said,You still are very quiet.dear.:)
The point is I can speak should I wish to…
A change of partner is seen as an answer by some folk though unless they know what was wrong they may end up replicating the original…
Good conversation can be helpful.Self acceptance is a good aim.Trustworthy friends…
..not to mention eating,resting,walking etc.
In more spiritual matters we might find that admitting to ourselves we have hurt another or ourself and feeling the sadness may lead to a change of consciousness but it could take time and it’s painful… but lots of things are painful in this life on earth.
Well,I feel confused now and am rambling so I’ll stop.But self help from a book does not preclude getting help from others… in fact the opposite may be the truth..

The courage to write

lilac and whiteWriting a novel is like driving a car at night. You can see only as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way. —E.L. Doctorow

You have to be brave to write poetry or fiction,[and I don’t mean fear of criticism,] because all you have ever felt,experienced or studied can be drawn up into your consciousness whilst you write.

A friend of mine who is a writer put it like this.”It has taken me to places I’d rather not have gone to.” However she said she manage to live through it.At the time I had only written mathematical works so I didn’t understand what she meant.But I have now had some experiences which give me a hint of what she was trying to say.If you’ve had many fearsome experiences then these feelings may come up when you loosen the grip of consciousness.However I have also found a spirit of laughter in me which is new.Step into the darkness without knowing.It’s only by going there that help may come.But the fear is that it won’t.You can’t get an insurance policy beforehand.
Are you stepping into a void or will there be something there?
Also in drawing or painting it can take courage to draw what you perceive.I found that especially when drawing buildings and studying perspective.I’ll see if I can find a drawing to illustrate it.I have the feeling,”No,No.It can’t be this steep a gradient.It’s too much”
And in being inside a building like Westminster Abbey or Durham Cathedral trying to assimilate the vision,the huge spaces and the power and size of the shapes can create awe or even terror.One can lose one’s sense of self entirely.But it can also be revivifying when one has returned.The fear is that one will not return.
Maybe it’s the same with relating to people as well..intimacy can make one feel and be vulnerable.

Sacramental trees

tree in sun

 Maybe you didn’t know

When you touched me so.

Maybe you never knew

What your words would do.

I float across that space

Where lovers once embraced

And thus you bring torment

To me to  whom  love you sent.

When I close my eyes

My daytime face then dies.

I look across dark seas

To sacramental trees.

My dreams are full of loss.

Is night or day the worse?

When we return  next  here

Will  love outstrip our  fear?

I gaze upon your face,

Forbidden  to embrace.

My arms ache deep inside,

As if in agony tied.

Torn apart by  grief

Love is now a thief.

Where has God’s face gone

As brightly shines the sun?

The pains of life  are sharp,

Cutting through the heart

But still we turn towards love,

With all the  strength we have.

Trusting in the dark

And emptiness beside

I step into the  void

Love can’t be denied

That sweet embrace

Though love is welcome when at first it dawns

And even when it ripens in the sun

Soon  may  come sensations  all forlorn

A dread that asks us what  love might become.

For yearning as we do for hope and care

Yet also don’t we fear to lose our self?

And so to wonder fearful how we’ll fare

Blighting both our spirits and our health.

The risks of loss and gain are  not yet known

A judgement must be made on partial facts

To be at once too  trapped  and  too alone

To treat the other with  both truth and ttact

With faith and trust we show  our human face

And hope we each survive that sweet embrace

Never say logic again.

English: A schizophrenic patient at the Glore ...
English: A schizophrenic patient at the Glore Psychiatric Museum made this piece of cloth and it gives us a peek into her mind. Русский: Вышивка, сделанная пациентом, страдающим от шизофрении. Экспонат психиатрического музея Глор, Миссури. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Schizophrenia (Wayne Shorter album)
Schizophrenia (Wayne Shorter album) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My foreign students said I was too warm to be British,so turn off your heating now or face  execution as a  traitor.

What people forget is we Brits are a mixed race… then we have the nerve to call people,wogs,dagos and foreigners.we are all foreigners here apart from the Welsh.

Some students told me their dreams;s,anything to avoid algebra!

I  personally found quantum theory helps to avoid emotional overspill…

and topology  is useful for dressmakers

Dreams and love are all very well… if you are a millionaire.Till then keep on with figures,asymmetry and words.

Friends are no use unless you are a real person.Whatever she is.

Schizophrenia is to some extent cowardliness………….keep your feet on the ground and say straight out what you mean without entering into wordplay,fey ways,being a seer and seeing how life veers.It’s all absolute bullshit.Only not all bulls are male.

Some bulls are e-male.

Depression is mainly the result of being driven.So give up the chauffeur and take your time.

Some loose women are fast  and vice versa.Isn’t logic trying?

I was so thin  when I began lecturing I got half fare on the bus and I was 25.So studying keeps you young.Never say,Dirac,again.

I was so thin then I bought children’s clothes but now I am  twice the size.Then they said I might have TB,now they say I could get diabetes.Take your pick……there’s something in me that will never take the middle way.My middle gets in the way.

We all eat too much considering how little we do.Bring back the scrubbing  board,brush and hard green soap.But if I eat less I faint…. what an ‘orrible feeling as your vision shrinks to a pinpoint and you sweat all over but more on the top of the head…. and you throw yourself onto the floor… or the ceiling.

Once we were having a meal with another couple…with one of those heated plate things on the table.I passed out and for years they talked about it.They divorced later and blamed me!Still,I gave them something to talk about so maybe I helped.

If you get disturbed stop introspecting and sweep the floor or the pavement.Do useful things with your hands and help others.Be polite even if you think they are the Devil

Live without fear

English: Primal Fear Live at Hirsch in Nurembe...
English: Primal Fear Live at Hirsch in Nuremberg at 2007-12-18 Deutsch: Primal Fear bei ihrem Auftritt im Hirsch in Nürnberg am 18. Dezember 2007 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I  can live very well without you

I feel less lonely now

I can be who i am discreetly

Safe from your u

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I like to have space for.my dreaming

And growing pink cyclamen.

I shall nourish my garden freely

And write with my ancient blue pen.

I like to meet friends in a cafe

Talk with no critical ear.

I loved you before i knew you

But now i can live without fear

Tempests of the mind

Biltmore Art Glass Glow
Biltmore Art Glass Glow (Photo credit: cobalt123)
At the remembrance garden in Dublin
At the remembrance garden in Dublin (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The "feather-robed archer" figure in...
The “feather-robed archer” figure in the 1968 flag is inspired by Assyrian Empire period iconography. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

We were sitting by the window
gazing at the trees
You began screaming:
The house is under attack,
A storm is coming up.
The glass will shatter
We’ll be stabbed.
We’ll be killed
Looking out I saw only the bare branches
Of the maple
And two wood pigeons in the fir tree
were chuckling to each other.
The wind had not changed.
I know it’s midwinter with the bitter
breeze with an edge to it like a knife.
The sun low like an almost empty glass of lemonade.
Sending light through the forsythia onto the old fence.

 

 
I turned to you puzzled
Reached out my hands to comfort;
But you shouted
Keep away
as you grabbed your thick coat
and ran from the back door into the dark woods.

If there was real danger,why did you desert me?
Afterwards you told me of bad news you’d had.
Seemed like the inside and outside got confused.
I became a Fascist.I was a flaxen Anglo-Saxon.
I was Hitler’s grand-daughter.
I would break my glass and cut your face
with the jagged edges;
And, unlike science,
We can’t go back and repeat the experience
as if it were an experiment.

If you’d stayed a few minutes more
You might have realized
You were half asleep
And dreaming.

Once gone,you’d  probably never return
To the house where  you thought the glass splintered
into shards and cut you to shreds.
I don’t blame you
We are often deceived by our imaginations
We see not what’s here
But what we most fear.
And flee the human contact
Which alone might help.

I always leave the door ajar
And some food on the kitchen table;
In case you come back hungry and tired
It was your mind that shattered,not the glass…
And that’s much harder to mend.
But it can be done
When you stop struggling
And let the inner seas flow free.
You needed a hand
But closeness also frightens you,
And,besides,my hand is not strong enough to hold you.
Only to touch you gently
To say how sad I am

Emotional Abuse and Invalidation – Practice of Madness Magazine

Diagram of the Neuroanatomical basis for emoti...
Diagram of the Neuroanatomical basis for emotional lateralization. The diagram is adapted from “Forebrain emotional asymmetry: a neuroanatomical basis? by A.D. (Bud) Craig.” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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Emotional Abuse and Invalidation – Practice of Madness Magazine.

A fascinating and awful story…. and an intriguing website to visit.

Many women suffer at the hands of a husband or partner,or from a cruel tongue….here’s some advice

What puzzles me about Arendt and Eichmann in Jerusalem

After reading the material  I have posted on,I saw that Arendt  believed Eichmann was not psychotic or crazy.She said he “did not think”.It puzzle me because one factor above all would seem to me to be relevant.That if a senior Nazi had decided he  did not agree with the Final Solution or any policy of the Nazis he would have been shot and/or his family would have been attacked.So fear would have played a  major role even if he had wished to stop what he ws doing.A big factor that allows humans to murder others en masse like the witches is to define them as somehow not human.And secondly to criticize their behaviour when it is cause by the conditions they are forced to live in.Jews were moneylenders because Christians were not allowed to do it [ charging interest was not allowed them]Being  rather intelligent some Jews became wealthy and were criticised as being only interested in money,grasping and avaricious.Damned if you do and damned if you don’t.Now in the UK this is happening to the sick,poor and unemployed.Scapegoats are attacked when times are hard. Whenever people meet a murderer they are surprised how normal they look.And other people look weird but are in fact good and kind,maybe a little handicapped in some way or just eccentric.Judging by appearances is an error; and especially if they are first  impressions