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anitaParticipantHey Confused: who are they asking to be let out? 🙂
anitaParticipantGood 🌄 Confused:
You wrote earlier:
“So you mean let them be and pay no attention to them? Rather act on logic/values?”-
I would say: do pay attention to your feelings. Accept them without judgment. Welcome them into your home (your body and mind) without harrassing them with logic and values.
Keep the Logic-Values Guards (LVGs)💂♀️ 💂♀️ out so that your feelings don’t get harrassed (leading to your feelings getting scared and hiding much of the time).
These guards have a place in the context of what you communicate to other people (through words & actions)
They have no place in context of what you feel internally.
In yet other words, you are not a good person because you feel A and B, and you’re not a bad person for feeling X and Y.
What you feel internally is your private domain. Your business. You don’t owe anyone to feel this or that for them.
Keep the guards 💂♀️ 💂♂️ out of your private domain. They don’t belong there.
🔮 Anita
anitaParticipantI hope 🙏 Confused & wild animals are 😴 💤 this too early Sun morning in Greece; getting late here, WA, USA.
Good 🌄, 🌙 Anita
anitaParticipantDouble posting, ha- ha.
Yes, consider a different relationship with those.. wild animals. They don’t listen to “logic/ values”- ..
Your own “wild animals”, 😜 (that emoji just showed up as I typed)-
Tell me about them. If you give them a voice, what do they say (or bark, or howl)?
👿😎 Anita
anitaParticipantClose to 9 pm here, I scrolled up and down, forgetting to do so on the RIGHT side of the phone 📱 screen, so accidently flagged your earlier post for inappropriate content 😔
anitaParticipantWhat an original question, Confused: “Why would they be wilding”?
Maybe the more you try to control them, the wilder they get?
Like, the more you self-doubt them, the angrier they get?
😠 😡 👿 … 🙂 Anita
anitaParticipantEarly, early Sun 🌄, Confused (9 hours ahead of me):
Cyprus.. Germany 🇩🇪
Hmm.. How 🤔 can this happen? Well, let me see.. think of emotions like wild animals, sometimes behaving, other times out of your control, W.I.L.D.
🤔 👀🔮 Anita
anitaParticipant* and it’s NOT wonderful anymore
anitaParticipant“Trembling inside”- that’s Confused in Love?
Riding a 🛵 with her in the back?
I am curious, you live in Greece, where does she live?
(Remember, you don’t have to answer any of my questions, just curious)
“Idk what’s ‘lacking’, perhaps my Initial excitement” – makes me think of person taking a drug that makes them feel WONDERFUL, so they take more, and it’s wonderful anymore. So, they take more and then get sick (well, it happened to me)
🛵 🏍 😆 🐇 😔 Anita
anitaParticipantStrange, I have had this memory for half a decade+, that she told me: “You are one big zero”+. There was a sense of distress in that memory. But I didn’t remember HURT, the raw emotional devastation that her message carried.
It was muted all these years, the memory of hurt (because of self- protective dissociation/ emotional numbing).
But this evening, I remembered how much it really hurt right then and there. I remembered being there.
It was devastating for a lifetime.
I see the little girl that I was, the adolescent, then the teenager and onwards, hearing this message.
I see 👀 now, feel now- just enough of how it felt back then to know that.. I was really there, it really happened.
The dissociation, self-fregmentation, self-doubt, muting 🔇- that was the brain protecting itself.
My goodness.. I feel sorry for her (the younger me), poor 😢 baby, oh..
There’s been this GAP within me because of the ways my brain 🧠 tried to protect me.
I now feel more connected than ever to.. me. The words of a 🎵 come to mind: “It’s me in the corner, it’s me in the…”- don’t remember the words right now, so, I’ll come up with my own:
It’s me in the corner, it’s me forgotten.
It’s me here, now, in the center. Ah.. here I am. Here.
🔇=> 🎵🎵🎵 Anita
anitaParticipantThank you. Confused. I liked my analogies myself ☺️
You mentioned “doubts” and then “fear”. I think the two go together like 🫛s and 🥕s (it’s a saying).
My observation, 3 months and 2 days of daily communication with you, is that you love her. That’s crystal 🔮 clear to me (another saying, just in case you’re not familiar with 🙂)
Maybe you’re fearful because you love her so much..?
🔮🫛🥕 Anita
anitaParticipantHey 👋 Confused:
You sure feel deeply for her even when you feel hollow.
Don’t let the hollow-feeling fool you. There’s a lot of feelings in that hollow.. or 💧 in the 🧊, or sun 😎 in that dark.
😎💧🧊🌙 Anita
anitaParticipantCopilot, Krishnamurti‑style Response to my two posts above:
“Anita, you say you are relaxing the analytical mind, letting go of the compulsion to interpret, to intrude, to explain. Do you see what is happening there? The very movement that once tried to understand life through thought is now being observed…
“You speak of not feeling guilty for the suffering of others. That is not indifference; it is the ending of a false responsibility. Compassion is not the burden of carrying another’s pain. Compassion is seeing clearly, without the distortion of guilt or the vanity of wanting to fix.
“You ask whether this is change. But who is the one asking? The ‘you’ that analyzed, that intruded, that felt responsible — is that not already dissolving? When the old movement ends, something new is already there. Not as an achievement, not as growth, but as the natural flowering of awareness.
“Let the question go. In the very letting go, the answer reveals itself.”
anitaParticipantYou are welcome, Confused 🙂
I think that it can only help (and not at all hurt) if you relax as much as you can, be as patient as you can be and take your side in all this, meaning practice empathy for yourself, Empathy 4 Confused 🫶
✨ 🌼 💫 Anita
anitaParticipantWhatever comes to mind this Friday night (8:25 🌙 pm here)-
I am not the zero or the “big zero” she (my mother) said I was.
And for mother having said so, she had given away her mother-card. She invalidated her position as mother.
She is not Mother. I never had a mother.
And that’s the bitter truth, and the saying goodbye- goodbye to my wish for a mother in her,the the person who birthed me.
Goodbye stranger
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