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Kicking My Own Ass: How I Dropped My Internal Fight

What follows are words that attempt to describe the mystical.  Do not gloss over this prose.  These words share the principles behind our experience of life.  Like the light before it hits a prism, it might not look like anything at first glance. Yet, it hides a vibrant rainbow of depth. 

Read this post with an open and relaxed mind. 

Think of the words in this book like song lyrics.  Listen for the melody behind the words. Tune into  the feeling of the music.

Kicking My Own Ass

I felt like a boxer in a ring
She said I wasn’t meeting her half way,
but I was going to the final round

Battered and bruised,
I soaked every single strike

I thought I was showing my love
by fighting my heart out

Cut,
bleeding,
it hurt all the more 
when she said I wasn’t even there 
for her

How could that be even remotely true? 

I didn’t want to be triggered into
the defensiveness and the anger,
so weary of the fight,
but I couldn’t seem to help myself

Pulled into the fray
by an unseen force,
I was an unwilling puppet
still yanked around by strings

There were moments, in between rounds
when it was all so surreal
I felt like an actor in a play
waiting backstage for the next cue

I couldn’t resist 
the siren call
of my own fear and hurt

Just as I felt like giving up,
I asked to see more
than the helpless frustration
that blinded me

I pleaded from a space of knowing 
that there was something I was missing

It hit me, not like a punch, 
but a burst from from the inside:
the realization

I couldn’t believe I hadn’t 
seen it sooner: 
Never fighting an opponent,
I only ever fought with myself

I was kicking my own ass

I used the power of thought
to hurt myself

I struck out at myself 
with my own
fears,
insecurities,
and self consciousness

She was right
How could I meet her half way
when I was beating myself into a corner? 

I didn’t mean
the mental self harm

I was just reacting
to the flashes of pain

It didn’t matter where they came from, 
the power of my consciousness 
made me feel
every single strike

The power of thought is neural
We can use it for ourselves 
just as easily as against ourselves

We do not control our thoughts
They come to us
from a creative process of the mind

An incredible power,
thought creation is 
a constant stream:
one after another

Each thought attempts to serve
in some way

Some lift us up
Some create a solution
Some protect

The mind does not give you painful thoughts 
vindictively
It does not know what will truly help
so it offers options

“How about this?” 

It creates more of what 
you habitually give energy to

While you can’t control
the thoughts that pop into your head,
you do have power
over which ones you enliven

You also have the ability to focus
on your thoughts,
hold onto them,
and even fight with them. 
Yes, fighting thoughts gives them power

There are times that you lose your clarity

Your consciousness
brings your perspective in close,
making you unable to differentiate
between you,
what you think,
and how you feel

A trick in the
natural operation of consciousness
that we all fall into

Me too
It was so real to me
that wife was making me upset

The emotions vivid

You can convince yourself
the world outside determines
your mood

Traffic, bills, relatives, and lovers
push your buttons in a
repetitive dance

What if our reactive feeling only repeats 
because you think in the same way?

You can start to see through the mirage
when you look closer
and notice that the hits of life 
never land in the exact same way

What steams your kettle one day 
is only lukewarm the next

The difference: thought 

What if the 
only
variable in our experience of life
is thought in the moment?

How I felt when I argued with my wife
didn’t come from the words she said
but from how I thought about her words

I had so much insecure thinking,
worries about being wanted,
that I evaluated her every word and action
for hints of rejection

It is easy to burn 
what you examine
with a magnifying glass
under the glare of the sun

Through my expectation and evaluation, 
I created
the mental reality I wanted to avoid

No wonder we couldn’t connect 
I saw her responses through a filter
of my own self consciousness

In my low mood
No amount of affirmations or affections
would have been enough

Once I realized this
I tried to explain
“Don’t you see what this means . . .
I don’t have to fight anymore.”
For me, the fight was over

After that day,
the insecurities, fears, and doubts
that plagued my relationship 
dissipated

Now, I see and feel
when I use thoughts against myself

Most of the time,
I simply stay out of the ring.

If the old, stale thoughts do show up,
I call a truce with myself
and let them pass

I can drop the fight

Even knowing all this
doesn’t stop me 
from sometimes losing perspective,
but I don’t get so deeply 
lost in the pain anymore

The hurt guides me back to myself

Instead of holding on to it for days or weeks,
I can let go in hours

True mental health 
is not an absence of upset
We are still human after all

Mental wellbeing is found 
when we let go of what hurts
more quickly

Don’t keep your own suffering
past its expiration date

If you feel locked in a constantly battle 
with emotions,
in relationships,
to improve yourself,
and to be ok,
Ask yourself,
“What am I not seeing here?”

Get curious to if you are operating under
the distortion of your own painful 
thoughts 

Like I was, you might
be battling with yourself

Every moment offers
a fresh opportunity to
drop the fight
and reveal the peace
within

This prose is from a work called the Violet book. Read the previous installment.

This work is based on my own insights, the insights of other teachers, and the work of Sydney Banks and the 3 Principles Understanding. Sydney Banks had a 9th grade education and worked in a factory until he had an elightenement experience. He then became a renouned teacher, speaker, and mystic. Listen to Sydney Banks speak. Learn more about the 3 Principles.

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