Tears of Equilibrium

Sometimes I feel that becoming a parent leaves you with your guts poured out on the floor. All of you, in its messy gloriousness, spread everywhere for the world to see.

As it is literally with childbirth, I suppose it is only rational for the rest of you – the inner, emotional you, to follow suit. The inner to mirror the outer.

But I don’t think you need to have the physical experience of birth to feel this way. To be a little “inside-out.” For the outer façade to crack a little, letting your inner ‘innocent self’ leak out. Tears streaming.

I have throughout my life felt I was naïve. Vulnerable. Maybe a bit emotional. And our culture certainly does not value being emotional or naïve. So I – like many others – have adapted my personality and behavior to avoid appearing this way, and detouring around messy spills of myself onto unsuspecting passersby.

Because the last thing anyone wants is a bunch of stares and sideways glances, of people wondering “Why is she crying? What’s happened?”
Hidden for so long under the stoic surface, emotive force was always a hairsbreadth away from cracking my calm, still demeanor. I feel that I reach this emotional cracking point, or tear-stricken ‘event horizon,’ multiple times per day. And it is not due to sadness or melancholy or grief in humanity, although those things are indeed everywhere you look.

For me, this ‘cracking point’ is most evident in ordinary moments of life. In loving my family, feeling profound love, talking about oneness, seeing people come together. By being thankful and bowing to greatness within. Being happy and moved by whatever that “Cosmic Infinite Source” is.

This makes going to any kind of church or having spiritual conversations without tears impossible. So I tend to avoid them. Or to tread with caution.

Because I don’t desire to be a blubbering mess (as society has trained me to believe is “weak” or “inappropriate” outside of grief), I close myself off. I will avoid eye contact. I won’t first reach out to hug someone in distress or sadness. I may clam up and not engage in conversation. I mentally wander away in order to avoid the subject at hand and keep my eyes dry. I push past things without realizing it. I put up walls.

I have been told many times that I am “grounded,” or calm under pressure – and I take these as great compliments. To be a calm within the storm. To exercise my control in the situation, and remain as still as the rocks at the shore. To be pummeled by the waves, but showing little evidence. But sometimes, usually after the fact, I think I come off as cold.

Cold, hard and jutty – just like those rocks.

Maybe it is okay to be a part of the storm from time to time. To join it. To feel it.

I often use these “grounded” compliments as excuses not to cry joy at everyone I meet every day. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, as our neat and buttoned-up world would like me to acknowledge, but being a blubbering mess does hinder my communication verbally, and would lead to many stares and personal assumptions from others. My want to keep my emotive forces under control in daily life is my adaptive behavioral response to a messy, spiraling, stormy world around me. A world that makes assumptions and sometimes labels me unfairly – whether I wanted to be or not.

We humans like exercising control, and if we cannot control the government or the Syrian refugee response, then we can at least control our emotions and other people’s perceptions of ourselves. Right?

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In a past entry, I hypothesized emotions as a divine ‘energy’ or ‘force’ that perhaps we pull from the Cosmic Soup and translate into a specific type of kinetic energy – emotional energy. An energy that we use to drive forward and compel our lives and that of the world.

Some energy is draining (fear and hate), and some insanely uplifting and life-giving (joy and love). Depending upon the energy you express, you will interact with and achieve typical results from either of the two.

In essence, we use our emotive forces to propel forward our world and society around us.

I read some articles recently (here and here – among others) that crying is the body’s biological response to excess stress – and that some studies show people who cry in times of duress are more likely to get their anxiety and stress more quickly under control than those that don’t.

This made me wonder…if crying is a stress response of the body, does that essentially mean it is a stress response to an overload of kinetic energy? An overdose of divine cosmic energy, flooding through you as a particular emotion? Maybe an overreaching thought, but an interesting one.

As someone who cries at ANY powerful emotion no matter what it is – anger, sadness, frustration, happiness, friendship, love, joy, passion – it seems a good explanation. It means I have just pulled too much energy for my body to biologically make sense of, so it must create a response to calm me down and get back to equilibrium. That in fact, through the act of tears, I can be swept away by the storm, but am able to be brought back to the shore more quickly and resolutely.

That in losing yourself in the tears, you will also find yourself – and ground yourself – reliably.

Even taken with a grain of skeptic’s salt, this thought gives me solace. But not necessarily the green card for sobbing at the office in order to gain equilibrium for a mounting workload.

More and more, though, my rocky surface is starting to erode. The storm starts to poke through. The stoic gates come crashing down much more easily than it ever did before.

Once you let the flood into your heart, it returns and pours fondly. Again and again.

Sipping the ‘God Soup’

Do we really create our own reality? Or is it really a ‘co-creation’ that we believe we have ultimate power over?

I wholeheartedly believe that we, as individual conscious agents, have a hand in creating – imprinting – our own realities and experiences. I think I always have. Like a small kernel of thought that lay dormant on the seabed of consciousness, waiting for me to float by and stir it from slumber.

And just so… I’ve jostled it free and now I can’t shake it! The framework follows me, haunts me, day in and day out. Hangs in my peripherals just so…prodding and poking.

Because I am ruminating on the subject so often, it seems to me that although we have some kind of power over our path, and some influence to direct our reality intentionally, we do not have true creation of it.

Say you want a new car. Even if you are very specific on the make and model of the car of in your vision, it will still come to you with the fingerprint of our current reality. It does not exist of nothing. It is manifested from the divine ether, or infinite cosmic background, and as such, contains an imprint upon it of the divine ether of which it came.

Call it physics, the tree of life, mathematics, or sacred geometry; this “existence” impresses into anything created in our reality and it cannot exist in isolation. In my own spiritual belief, this “existence” is the Cosmic Soup – the (infinite cosmic background) God Broth, as I’ve previously referred to it.

As an idea in our minds, the Soup has an archaic and primitive form. But when willed or pulled into reality, I imagine these ideas are born out of the divine rules of matter and spirit. They are pushed through this net, and have the guidance and form and function that the net provides. In essence…they are not truly original.

They are forms called forth from the Cosmic Soup, and as such,  imprinted with the divine existence, the work done by our free-willed creative minds, acting as agents & catalysts of the Cosmic Soup itself.

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This idea is clear to me when I look at nature. Think of a flower in your mind, something completely new that you have never seen before. It is probably wildly imaginative, or contains colors or shapes never seen before, and that is amazing! But I believe that no flower in the mind will be as creatively, symmetrically, intrinsically designed to co-exist within the ecosystem of this world as a flower you would find in your neighborhood right now.

We can hold on to this “original” flower in our minds, but the real miracle will be a flower that comes into fruition because of our creative intent interacting with the flow of the Cosmic Soup. In other words, of putting out a creative force, and then letting go of the final product or destination. Letting the Cosmic Soup imprint for you.

We might very well create a flower in our reality by ourselves, but it will be imbued with the laws of nature and mathematics – imprinted with “existence.”

It creates itself with the desire of our conscious intentions and creative catalyst from the river of flow within. Not from the Self or Ego – never the Ego. Never forced – just allowed and urged to Be.

This is what I see now when I look at flowers and leaves and trees and books and people and outcomes and things. We all belong to & are fingerprinted by this divinity. We might have a privilege to interact with it, but not to have power over it. We wear it like a thin veil… a mist, a fog. Steaming around in the Cosmic God Soup.

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((anyone craving soup as much as I am right now?!))

Letting Go… To the Heart

In order to have control, we must give it up.

In order to have power, we must let go.

In order to rule, we must surrender.

Are these statements true?

I have been ruminating much on the meaning of these phrases for some time now, and I believe the answer is…YES.

It appears to me that a lot of wisdom is gained in life when we are able to let go of things we cannot control, to release the worries and the burdens that we carry in our hearts and minds to become freer to be otherwise. But when we let go of the conscious control, and hand our fate over to God or ‘destiny’ or what have you, are we really just gaining subconscious control? Do we hand over the reins to the heart intelligence? This, I believe, is where our true wisdom might lie…

Perhaps the world around us is intricately connected with the heart-subconscious in a way that is too complicated for us to comprehend. That they exist co-dependently somehow. If this is true, then there is no fathomable way for us to try and control this world with our conscious minds, as the conscious mind is only aware of a portion of our reality; a tiny sliver of our visible and perceptible world. Only the portion that we need to know and perceive in order to survive and evolve – no more, and no less.*

And yet the subconscious heart is the navigational system that we so desperately seek to have control of, but lies just outside of conscious reach. Maybe the only way to access this valuable information is to let go of the conscious desire, the conscious will of the ‘self’ and the ‘ego’ that is constantly dictating that WE NEED to be the driver of our lives. That WE are in control.

Instead, maybe we should hand this job off to the subconscious. To the heart.

Maybe if we want the greatest power and knowledge and peace, we should move to surrender our conscious will to the heart. (Which ironically, we have to do consciously…? Sorry, I can’t help but chuckle at that!)

Can the heart do the heavy lifting? Can the subconscious drive us to where we want and need to go?

I think it already is. Perhaps our conscious-reasoning brain is just getting in the way all the time!

 

*If this topic of evolutionary perception and consciousness is of interest, Google the work of Donald Hoffman, who studies consciousness, perception, and how we view reality. You can view his great TED talk here. Watching this video earlier this year really sent me down the rabbit hole!