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Fists and concrete blocks (key to consciousness)

Those who know me (and readers of this blog, come to think of it) know that I have been on this spirituality buzz for a while now. I’ve blabbed on about A New Earth and in keeping with that, I had this fleeting thought that, I hope, will be substantial enough to form a short post.

I’ve only ever heard and read segments of The Secret, which I believe is similar. But the other day as I told my friend this analogy, she said that I am basically reading from The Secret. When it is there all along but you have to open your eyes to see it; that, dear Readers, my Floor Jawers, is consciousness.

Something similar happened to a friend of mine three years ago. I told him about A New Earth. He had a really dense ego and kept fighting me on whether he should read it or not. So one day I got to him and he said he would think about it.

Get this: he said that when he went home, the book was in his room. He asked his sister why she put it there. She told him that she had read it and put it in his room weeks ago. It was there, but he did not see it. He was not open to receive it at the time.

But I digress.

The analogy deals with this idea of density. I heard someone referring to someone else as a concrete block. I laughed uncomfortably because this was unfortunately true. This was another person with a dense ego and pain body.

It made me think about my own body and how unaware I am of it most of the time. Like I’ve said before, to remain conscious and present can be hard work.

This reminded me of the time I went to the dentist and as she was injecting me with the anaesthetic, she told me to relax my shoulders. I told her that I was relaxed and she repeated herself. I had not even realised that I was still hunching them in anticipation.

How often do we lose control of our bodies? I don’t mean this in the incontinent way. That’s between you and your bartender.

Raised eyebrows, hunched shoulders, sore backs, tense muscles and (here’s the analogy) clenched fists.

Our hands are indicative of our spirits and consciousness’s. When we are angry, how many of us walk away and say “I am free and shall do this in a calm way la di da”? I don’t.

Fists are a sign of fighting, resistance. When we clench up, we become concrete blocks that deflect any words and attempts at breaking through the emotional wall. Doing my daily affirmations the other day, I didn’t even realise that I had a few negative words in there.

Don’t say don’t, say do.

On the other… hand, when you attempt to remain calm, still and present, you become translucent, able to let negativity pass right through you and filter words and thoughts that are being directed at you. This is not the same as transparent, where you lose yourself, disappear and become a virtual ghost.

So keep those hands open as we keep the spirit open and embrace all that comes your way. And don’t shut out people who care about you.

* A later conversation with a friend, before I posted this, made me aware that I was indirectly also addressing “The Serenity Prayer.” This was, I must make clear, not intentional and any plagiarism was accidental.


<p>Author <a href=”https://plus.google.com/102128103971030481396” target=”blank” rel=”author”>Jerome Cornelius</a></p>


A New… You.

  • I’ve been thinking about the adage “The best revenge for heartbreak is looking good.” I think I have the exact wording wrong, but it’s simple. You get your heart broken and instead of moping around and waiting for better days, you fix yourself up goddammit.
  • New hair, wardrobe, diet, exercise and the rest that would make him/her/them eat his/her/their heart(s) out. But this made me consider what this focuses on. The outside. So I’m reading Eckhart Tolle’s A New Earth AGAIN. I die for it. So insightful, but it made me realise how easy it is to lose ones way, and especially focus. My god, it happens in the blink of an eye, or over the slip of a year. Looking good after someone takes your feelings for a joke are fine and well, but then what? I’ll tell you what, you are the fool who is left gloating for a good few moments and then you feel like a right twit for being so superficial.
  • Sure the memory will remain and it’s something to laugh with your friends over drinks. The unfortunate thing is that many memories tend to stick. And in the end, it will become something to cry over. Over many drinks even, possibly alone.
  • I’m reading the book for the fourth time and I always find a new perspective or insight into something I had previously overlooked in my life. It feels like a new reading each time, depending on the time and place in my life. This time it made me think about this inside/outside thing. Sure it feels amaze to walk into a room and having people cooing over the way you look. Trust me; I have had it happen many a times (in the mirror at home while I’m alone. Still counts)
  • So how about a little balance?  Instead of faffing and preening, sit quietly with yourself for a moment and think about the mock in your life, the good and the bad. A lot more shit will come from it, but you know what, that’s the point and that is OK. If we all take a look at what is lurking inside, I think we will be surprised at what we are suppressing. Alright, this rant is officially over. My friends can come out of hiding. Well, as long as you all remain conscious and present as you do that.
  • <p>Author <a href=”https://plus.google.com/102128103971030481396” target=”blank” rel=”author”>Jerome Cornelius</a></p>

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