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Integrating multiple selves

291, I forgot, and 8 beers.

You know, in spite of all my failings–and they are sundry–I really feel I do have a warrior spirit in me, something relentless, fierce, and which is so focused on the task it forgets to feel fear.  There is something in me which loves the fight, which excels at it.  It is simply wrapped in a roll of blubber, hesitation, indecision, and weakness.  It is my job to unwrap it.

And I feel my work is not just healing, and not just healing myself.  Ultimately, the reason this is taking so long is that I am learning to drink the spirit of the age, and to spread myself out wide and inherit it, internalize it, and heal it, too, within me.  That will be the medicine we all need.  Every time needs its own blend.

As far as integrating multiple selves, I have realized that their main source of conflict is in anticipation.   They stand in relation to one another roughly like this: /  and .  They are not pointing directly at each other, and can be squared to stand parallel to one another, and moving in the same direction.

Where conflict exists, though, both “sides” are trying to occupy the same space, and occupying it imaginatively in advance.  For example, the gut/dark/animal energy is afraid the higher social/human/peaceful consciousness will allow it to be betrayed.  So it plants paranoia and mistrust.

Feeling this paranoia and mistrust, the higher consciousness feels a sense of self loathing in interacting with other people, because it knows some part of us is already committing violence to others somewhere in our inner recesses.  It is, at least, pushing them away, gating them off.

But in turn, this process can lead to both rage and depression.  It is a suppression of energy.  We naturally want to trust our fellow humans.  More: we naturally need intimacy with them, closeness, community, belonging.

So two basically benignant processes–the desire to protect oneself is healthy, after all–cycle into patterns of conflict which are very hard to resolve.  Both start from healthy places.  Both have healthy intentions.  But the net result is self hatred, ineffectiveness, and in the end, a cessation of useful intuition which would allow us to know who to trust and who not to trust, which is a faculty I think we are all born with.  We are born with the ability to see everything we need to see, in my view.  We simply fuck it up with internal games like this.

I developed a tool I am calling Tom Riddle’s Diary, in which my waking consciousness communicates with my shadow, dark side.  The intent is to focus on shared interests, and more generally to initiate the process of communication.  You may be surprised what you find your hands writing if you simply invite this voice to express itself.

Janet, when he was working with hypnotism, found he could generate many discrete “operating systems” within individuals, each running its own path automatically.  There was no spontaneity in each subroutine, but they could exist in parallel.

I am tempted to speculate this aspect of the human nervous system must be as aspect of survival.  If habits are learned instincts, then we are born with the capacity to learn many instincts, many of which we do not even know we have learned.  We see this in hypnosis.  It is occupying that space, those shelves in our psyches.

The task of integration is ultimately expansion, to become a large cloud of a personality, to expand the sKum, at least with Kum Nye.  When you are a large cloud, you can see there are no small bubbles of darkness within you.  Those would prevent the expansion.  They would show up in your practice.  The goal is to eliminate all subroutines. 

If you think about it, there would be no internal conflict if we allowed things to play out, to actually happen.  There is a place for the part of us which mistrusts some people for specific reasons.  Gavin de Becker, who knows something about violence, called this the Gift of Fear. 

And in my own case, my protective part wanted some attention.  I am going to read some books on threat assessment, and probably take my gun to the range and fire enough bullets to feel like I could do it for real.  And some other things.

But the key is I am listening to it.  Regardless of our need to believe otherwise, we all still live in a sometimes-dangerous world.  There is physical violence, of course.  But there is also a lot of emotional violence, of which emotional dissociation–not genuinely interacting with others at an emotionally honest level–is the most common.  And it is hard to see, and easy to learn to see as normal.  It is not normal.  Being cold is not normal.

Our birthright is happiness.  We are all wired for it.  We simply have to find our way there.

But the first thing we have to do is befriend ourselves, and this process starts with listening.  This is a very important insight.

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Assange

It’s hard to know what to make of this, other than that the CIA and NSA and others seem to have gotten their way.

I was an opponent of Assange when he was undermining our war efforts in 2010.  But he did a lot of good in 2016 by airing Democrat dirty laundry.

My feeling is that if Trump pardons him, he could not send a stronger message to the Deep State, and if he allows his prosecution, then to all appearances he is siding with them.

No doubt there are complexities and information which I don’t possess which are relevant and important.   But that’s my view at the moment.

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Circularity

292, I forgot, and 2 Guinness and the rest of the Aquavit, roughly a third of a 82 proof bottle.

This is interesting to observe.  A normal person might look at this and wonder at me.  But disconnection, the breaking of patterns, is what kept me alive in childhood.  If I had not learned to forget, I literally think I would have been institutionalized.  And I think there are large numbers of me, walking wounded, who developed some strategy unknowingly to survive and avoid the loony bin, but who still bear the marks of those acts of desperation.

I have momentum.  I have already tracked myself longer than I ever have previously.  I had a highly instructive dream last night I won’t discuss.

I have also developed a method of intrapsychic integration I will discuss in another post.

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The day after yesterday is today

289, I remembered, and I drank the better part of a 750 of Aquavit.
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A snapshot of everything wrong with this country

Watch this exchange between Gamma (the one after Beta) male Rep. Lieu (as in we got him in lieu of a substantive human being) and Candace Owens: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GC6ZkM79Vao

You get this snarky, effeminate asshole play a clip which, even in the part he played, makes it obvious Owens is in no way defending or supporting Hitler, then you get some generic angry leftwing woman to agree, then push it to her.  She is immediately misunderstood by the Chair, who sees fit to chastise her for something she did not say, and to more or less invoke his authority in the face of a small black woman–which he would otherwise never do–because she is off the plantation, saying things her kind are not supposed to say, and that sort of uppetyness cannot be tolerated.  Her tone cannot be tolerated.  She was brought before the committee already guilty of the crime she was accused of.

If the Democrats ever get national power again, we will have Political Commissars, boards of inquiry on thought crimes, the complete suppression of free speech and the alternative viewpoints it enables, and a darkness which will last a long time.  I mean this literally, with no exaggeration.  They are already working as hard as they can in this direction.  We cannot allow this.  Not in this country.

Black people, most of all, need to wake up.  

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The Shadow

I realized today that you can never, ever fully get rid of your Shadow realm, psychologically.  Not only that, but that trying to do so eradicates all your positive energy and emotion too.  It is a realm where things can exist and thrive which do not do well in daylight conditions.  Things like the survival instinct, constructive rage, and the ability to draw distinctions between people based on gut intuition.  You need communication, but you also need a place for these things to live, and be welcomed and fed.

My issue is that I have never entered into a constructive dialogue with this part of me.  This is the key element I have been missing.  This is the stupid which crept up on me.

Here is the thing: my addictions (it is more than one) rest on this unwillingness to have this conversation.  Some part of me, in turn, punishes me for this failure.  Hence the see-saw.

More to come on this topic.

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4-9-19

291, I forgot, no booze.

Last night.  Whoa.  Dude. I don’t want to talk about it.

I am realizing that clinical dissociation, even in the sense of numbing and resistance to affect and emotional modulation, really does constitute a splitting of sorts.

They have renamed Multiple Personality Disorder Dissociative Identity Disorder.  People like this have “alters” which pop out when certain environmental criteria apply.

But for a person who has been dissociated for a long time, popping IN to spontaneous affect feels like an intrusion of some sort.  I built for myself a dusty room, which allowed in a bit of sun sometimes, even if it was mostly covered in shadows, and some other part of me is trying to open the door.

Right now, this is my core internal conflict.  I’m not depressed, or hyperanxious.  I’m trying to reconcile two disparate parts of myself which do not trust one another.  This is hard.

And I think “I wish I could trust a “professional”, but you really can’t.  They are, in bulk, people only slightly smarter than the average intellectually, often inferior in terms of emotional intelligence, and given to cant, recitation, dogma, and largely meaningless rituals.

Then I think to a book I wrote about maybe five years ago, “Spiritual Emergencies”, by Stan Grof, where he collected papers about, among other things, Shamanic Emergence.  Psychologically, that is what I am going through.  There is no easy path.  There is no one to guide me.

But surely this is not a unique human experience?

All spiritual traditions depend, I think, on people like me sticking to our paths, carrying on, and gathering wisdom through excruciating difficulty.  I really think this is true.  A true spiritual path is a type of warfare.  It requires the same tenacity, willingness to look death in the eye, and the same adaptability and result focus.  On the nights where I don’t think I am going to die, I usually feel like I am going insane.

But here I am!!!!  Motherfucker: here I am.  It hasn’t killed me yet, and all signs are positive.  Again, there are things I could write about, but am choosing not to.

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The White Experience

How would you feel if I decided I was entitled to speak about what it is like “being white”?  You know, that I felt I could speak in general terms not just about my life, but about those of ALL white people in America?

Any white readers I may have would be like “hold on a minute.  You can’t speak for me.  I am poor/rich/ more educated/illiterate/liberal/socially conservative/from the northwest, the northeast, the midwest, and Deep South.”  Etc.

Why, then, do so many blacks feel entitled to speak of the “black experience”?  Is it not just probable that the goal is for black individuals to speak to white people, who can then don their camel’s hair shirts, and generate genuine pleasure in self flagellation, all while other black people either look on in disbelief, or wonder how they can get in on the action?

Does this process help any black people, outside of those who are in on this particular hustle?  That, I think I can say with certainty: absolutely not.  It is a quasi-religious ritual, performed by whites, not an act of political coherence, much less relevance.

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Who could have seen that coming?

293, I forgot, and I drank 8 beers.

Still, I slept well and I’m up early.

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Incisive commentary

Question: why do women feel so much?

Answer: because they can handle it.