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I was so offended and hurt when you accused me of being ‘vacuous’. I wanted
to shoot you down and whip you in my defense, I could also have slashed you
with words and kicked you to the floor in retaliation.
I said nothing. You closed down and walked away. Your silence and body
language told me that you prided yourself on your intellect and ‘did not suffer
fools gladly’, I was dismissed as an ‘air-head’, ignorant, apathetic, self-centred; a
peace loving mung bean from hippyville. I heard you thinking something along
the lines of ‘…pearls before swine’. I heard you silently vow to yourself that
your superior opinions would not venture out in my presence.
I thought about what you said. I thought about the conversations and your
reaction to me. I thought about it a lot, but I said nothing. I just sat swinging on
the seat at the back of the house ‘feeling’ my thoughts and observing my
responses. I looked under, over and behind my thoughts and your words. You
watched me cynically and I was aware that you were wondering if I was sitting
there ‘spaced out and thoughtless’ in my little airy-fairy world. I had the
impression that you were angry that I was not doing something. Maybe you
believe that stupid people, with no thoughts or inane conversation or
alternative/different opinions to yours, should just keep busy. The King should
think and the minions should work?
When I was younger, I knew just about everything about everything or at least
had an opinion about most things. I ate up information and regurgitated it with
passion and certainty. Politics, religion, philosophy and current affairs seemed to
impress or stimulate the debates at dinner parties and bonded friendships,
cementing them by the exchange of like-minded ideas and ideals.
(Truth is, most of our knowledge came from repeating what we had gathered
from television and reading newspapers. Rarely did we speak from personal
experience or question the validity of the information)
How or why we weren’t running the world from those dinner parties is a
mystery to me. So convinced were we that ‘The Others’ were stupid, power-
hungry and greedy. The Others were politicians, society and people from other
countries, religions or ‘different points of view’.
Although we had all of the answers and all of the solutions, I don’t remember
ever voicing our knowledge to The Others. We just got drunk, angry, depressed,
overwhelmed and afraid for ourselves, our planet and our future. None of us, to
my knowledge ever marched in a protest or wrote a letter or petition to anyone.
Not one of us entered politics or joined any overseas relief organization. We
probably never even donated anything other than coins to the occasional Red
Cross Appeal. Quite frankly, we were as hypocritical and self righteous as every
one else. Basically, we were a bunch of critics, whining about everyone else and
patting ourselves on our collective backs for our superior observations.
When we weren’t angry with The Others, we would sometimes turn on our
own. Occasionally one of us posed a lateral viewpoint. Rarely was this viewpoint
fully expressed before an argument broke out, pecked to death by the angry mob,
sometimes to the point of things being smashed, fists pounding down and even
the occasional fight. Yes, we love our own opinions, like hungry dogs guarding
their bones we fight for the right to be right.
I don’t know if it was time, or maturity, or just a changing world, but I
somehow came to ponder the authenticity of my own thoughts. Someone once
quoted that there was no such thing as an original thought. I thought about that a
lot. I really, really wanted to have an original thought. I studied my thoughts and
the words of others in search of an original thought, just thinking about thinking
but every thought that I had turned out to be just another implant.
Now if you really want to ‘do your head in’, try and grasp the enormity of that
unoriginal thought. Everything we think is an implant from an external source.
We do not think our own thoughts. We compile our ideas from an exchange base
.
Our perception, comprehension, judgments and belief system are compilations of
generic knowledge. Depending on things like past experience, our parental
influences, schooling, social, cultural and geographic environments, peer opinion,
media and laws, just to name a few. We are pretty much pre-programmed units
operating as virtual puppets.
At some point, it did occur to me that I should try and work out what I would
believe. More accurately, what would truth be to me if I could somehow question
my automatic responses and attempted, at least, to choose or be selective about
what was true for me.
One of the first exercises I gave myself was to find the original point of
conception of my strongly held beliefs, trying to remember a time or an incident
in which something new had speared into my consciousness and held firm. This
is important, because infinite bytes of information float around the universe in an
endless stream of information. Most of this information will not make it into my
mind. Most of this information is just like billions of sperm looking for an egg. I
wanted to dissect the thoughts which made me – me.
If, I decided, that all of my beliefs were implants and, if I were to find the point
of conception and, if I were able to reappraise their validity, could I recreate who
and what and how I am? In effect, could I re-create myself?
One of the first things that I discovered was that my most highly charged or
deeply held beliefs were emotionally activated, strong beliefs were not really just
thoughts or opinions at all - they were emotional reactions. Emotion drove my
passions, i.e. the fires within me which activated my sense of reality.
My boss once placed a huge vase of dahlias on my desk; she stood back
admiringly and exclaimed, “Aren’t they the most magnificent flowers that you
have ever seen?” I surprised both of us when I pushed back and said, “No, I hate
them. They are angry and frightening. I hate dahlias”.
Later that day, I found myself thinking about a home that I had lived in when I
was about 4 years old. I remembered standing at the back door watching my
mother in the garden. She angrily yelled at me to get back inside and close the
door. When she came in, she looked very strange; she was highly agitated and
speaking in a voice that I had not heard before. She had a glass jar and inside the
jar was a funnel web spider, the meanest, ugliest, scariest spider that I had ever
seen. She held my arm tightly and insisted that I must be very careful of this
dangerous creature. She also insisted that I must never ever go near the flowers
in the garden, the dahlia garden - the garden which grew funnel web spiders.
This is just one example of ‘the point of conception’. My child’s interpretation
laid down the foundation for a fear that I would carry unquestioned until the day
of the dahlias on the desk: “Dahlias grow spiders which kill you!”
This might not be a life changing example of mind-works, but it is how we form
our beliefs and opinions which make us and shape us. Emotionally charged
experiences, and the immaturity or lack of wisdom to interpret information are
how most of us conceived our strongly held beliefs and opinions. The big issue
is, “How much of our thinking is based on incorrect, immature, contaminated or
just plain dangerous information?”
We are all a bit quirky at best. Some of us are aware of our emotional baggage or
our inner demons. It seems to me that there are plenty of loose cannons amongst
us. Yes, and I also have my judgments about who is outright stupid, mentally
unhinged or maybe even ‘vacuous!’
Click the NEXT BUTTON to part 2.
Copyright Sonya Green 2008
to shoot you down and whip you in my defense, I could also have slashed you
with words and kicked you to the floor in retaliation.
I said nothing. You closed down and walked away. Your silence and body
language told me that you prided yourself on your intellect and ‘did not suffer
fools gladly’, I was dismissed as an ‘air-head’, ignorant, apathetic, self-centred; a
peace loving mung bean from hippyville. I heard you thinking something along
the lines of ‘…pearls before swine’. I heard you silently vow to yourself that
your superior opinions would not venture out in my presence.
I thought about what you said. I thought about the conversations and your
reaction to me. I thought about it a lot, but I said nothing. I just sat swinging on
the seat at the back of the house ‘feeling’ my thoughts and observing my
responses. I looked under, over and behind my thoughts and your words. You
watched me cynically and I was aware that you were wondering if I was sitting
there ‘spaced out and thoughtless’ in my little airy-fairy world. I had the
impression that you were angry that I was not doing something. Maybe you
believe that stupid people, with no thoughts or inane conversation or
alternative/different opinions to yours, should just keep busy. The King should
think and the minions should work?
When I was younger, I knew just about everything about everything or at least
had an opinion about most things. I ate up information and regurgitated it with
passion and certainty. Politics, religion, philosophy and current affairs seemed to
impress or stimulate the debates at dinner parties and bonded friendships,
cementing them by the exchange of like-minded ideas and ideals.
(Truth is, most of our knowledge came from repeating what we had gathered
from television and reading newspapers. Rarely did we speak from personal
experience or question the validity of the information)
How or why we weren’t running the world from those dinner parties is a
mystery to me. So convinced were we that ‘The Others’ were stupid, power-
hungry and greedy. The Others were politicians, society and people from other
countries, religions or ‘different points of view’.
Although we had all of the answers and all of the solutions, I don’t remember
ever voicing our knowledge to The Others. We just got drunk, angry, depressed,
overwhelmed and afraid for ourselves, our planet and our future. None of us, to
my knowledge ever marched in a protest or wrote a letter or petition to anyone.
Not one of us entered politics or joined any overseas relief organization. We
probably never even donated anything other than coins to the occasional Red
Cross Appeal. Quite frankly, we were as hypocritical and self righteous as every
one else. Basically, we were a bunch of critics, whining about everyone else and
patting ourselves on our collective backs for our superior observations.
When we weren’t angry with The Others, we would sometimes turn on our
own. Occasionally one of us posed a lateral viewpoint. Rarely was this viewpoint
fully expressed before an argument broke out, pecked to death by the angry mob,
sometimes to the point of things being smashed, fists pounding down and even
the occasional fight. Yes, we love our own opinions, like hungry dogs guarding
their bones we fight for the right to be right.
I don’t know if it was time, or maturity, or just a changing world, but I
somehow came to ponder the authenticity of my own thoughts. Someone once
quoted that there was no such thing as an original thought. I thought about that a
lot. I really, really wanted to have an original thought. I studied my thoughts and
the words of others in search of an original thought, just thinking about thinking
but every thought that I had turned out to be just another implant.
Now if you really want to ‘do your head in’, try and grasp the enormity of that
unoriginal thought. Everything we think is an implant from an external source.
We do not think our own thoughts. We compile our ideas from an exchange base
.
Our perception, comprehension, judgments and belief system are compilations of
generic knowledge. Depending on things like past experience, our parental
influences, schooling, social, cultural and geographic environments, peer opinion,
media and laws, just to name a few. We are pretty much pre-programmed units
operating as virtual puppets.
At some point, it did occur to me that I should try and work out what I would
believe. More accurately, what would truth be to me if I could somehow question
my automatic responses and attempted, at least, to choose or be selective about
what was true for me.
One of the first exercises I gave myself was to find the original point of
conception of my strongly held beliefs, trying to remember a time or an incident
in which something new had speared into my consciousness and held firm. This
is important, because infinite bytes of information float around the universe in an
endless stream of information. Most of this information will not make it into my
mind. Most of this information is just like billions of sperm looking for an egg. I
wanted to dissect the thoughts which made me – me.
If, I decided, that all of my beliefs were implants and, if I were to find the point
of conception and, if I were able to reappraise their validity, could I recreate who
and what and how I am? In effect, could I re-create myself?
One of the first things that I discovered was that my most highly charged or
deeply held beliefs were emotionally activated, strong beliefs were not really just
thoughts or opinions at all - they were emotional reactions. Emotion drove my
passions, i.e. the fires within me which activated my sense of reality.
My boss once placed a huge vase of dahlias on my desk; she stood back
admiringly and exclaimed, “Aren’t they the most magnificent flowers that you
have ever seen?” I surprised both of us when I pushed back and said, “No, I hate
them. They are angry and frightening. I hate dahlias”.
Later that day, I found myself thinking about a home that I had lived in when I
was about 4 years old. I remembered standing at the back door watching my
mother in the garden. She angrily yelled at me to get back inside and close the
door. When she came in, she looked very strange; she was highly agitated and
speaking in a voice that I had not heard before. She had a glass jar and inside the
jar was a funnel web spider, the meanest, ugliest, scariest spider that I had ever
seen. She held my arm tightly and insisted that I must be very careful of this
dangerous creature. She also insisted that I must never ever go near the flowers
in the garden, the dahlia garden - the garden which grew funnel web spiders.
This is just one example of ‘the point of conception’. My child’s interpretation
laid down the foundation for a fear that I would carry unquestioned until the day
of the dahlias on the desk: “Dahlias grow spiders which kill you!”
This might not be a life changing example of mind-works, but it is how we form
our beliefs and opinions which make us and shape us. Emotionally charged
experiences, and the immaturity or lack of wisdom to interpret information are
how most of us conceived our strongly held beliefs and opinions. The big issue
is, “How much of our thinking is based on incorrect, immature, contaminated or
just plain dangerous information?”
We are all a bit quirky at best. Some of us are aware of our emotional baggage or
our inner demons. It seems to me that there are plenty of loose cannons amongst
us. Yes, and I also have my judgments about who is outright stupid, mentally
unhinged or maybe even ‘vacuous!’
Click the NEXT BUTTON to part 2.
Copyright Sonya Green 2008
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