Chances are, your mind could use a detox right about now. If you are like me, and most of us, you may still have a little demon inside who thrives on fear, self-doubt, and mediocrity. And I’d like to thank Sigmund Freud’s nephew, Edward Bernays, for helping me to realize why I need to stamp it out for good.
Edward Bernays (1891-1995), inventor of public relations, believed “It is they who pull the wires that control the public mind”. He was the man who made it cool for women to smoke and for eggs to go with bacon, and invented techniques to manage and control the minds of the American people. His ideas were used by government, corporations, and even the CIA. He showed companies how people could want what they didn’t need, by linking mass-produced goods to their unconscious desires. Cigarettes became glamorous torches of freedom. Cars became happiness machines. As Adam Curtis points out, in his illuminating documentary “The Century of the Self“, Edward Bernays started the trend: “by satisfying people’s selfish desires, one made them happy and thus docile…irrelevant objects could become powerful emotional symbols of how you wanted to be seen by others.” He realized that our subconscious mind has a knee jerk reaction to irrational fears and, coupled with our “herd instinct”, could be easily manipulated for profit. He recognized and identified our inner demon—the irrational subconscious—and how to control it.
Why is this so important to know?!
When we are consumed with our irrational fear and a desire to consume, we become, in Edward’s words, “docile”. We stay with the herd. An individual subject to fear and self-esteem issues, is an individual under control. We are easily led to purchase and consume. And If you don’t want to be part of this, the best thing to do is consciously pull away from the herd.
Recently I made a deliberate decision to pull away from the herd for the foreseeable future. I decided to stop giving in to the demon who wants to feed on the most horrific stories our globe has to offer, and avoid the celebrity gossip with clever product placement that only serves to pump my demon up on steroids. I’ve made the decision to become a selective sifter of media, and have begun a conscious detox from stories aimed at my knee-jerk reactions. I am starving out the demon, and it is getting weaker by the day. And, perhaps most telling of all, I’ve replaced the need to “stamp out the demon” with the following question: “How do I make my life richer and more fulfilling?” And, you know what? The answers to that question feel tremendously good.
Our point of view is largely influenced by the information and stimulus that we process. In the hope to achieve a sensation of freedom over who we become, who might we invite to impact our minds? A shift in power is apparent, as many of us deliberate away from large media. Sources of awake and intelligent influence offer collaborative wisdom-building that addresses life and reality, opening the heart and tuning the cognitive process such that we may remember how to hear our collective soul.
Below, we list 15 detox resources to cleanse the palate from large media:
1. Alan Watts (1915-1973) was a philosopher, writer and speaker, remembered for spreading Eastern philosophies to a Western audience. His teachings are incredibly relevant today, and are resurgent in recent years. Try it!
~”Your soul is not in your body; your body is in your soul.”
2. Pema Chodron is an ordained nun, author, and senior teacher in the Shambala Buddhist lineage. Chodron graciously applies Buddhist wisdom to universal day-to-day struggles. Try it!
~”Compassion is not a relationship between the healer and the wounded. It is a relationship between equals. Only when we know our own darkness well can we be present with the darkness of others. Compassion becomes real when we recognize our shared humanity.”
3. Brain Pickings is an “Inventory of the meaningful life”, a blog featuring culture, books, and eclectic subjects. Try it!
~”I myself am a firm believer in the power of curiosity and choice as the engine of fulfillment, but precisely how you arrive at your true calling is an intricate and highly individual dance of discovery.” ~ Maria Popova, Founder of Brain Pickings
4. Neil DeGrasse Tyson is a cosmologist and astrophysicist known for communicating science in a fun and accessible way. Try it!
~”I like to say that I’m tracing the intersection between big ideas and human experience, between theology and real life.” ~Krista Tippett, Host of “On Being”
~”I would like my life to be a statement of love and compassion–and where it isn’t, that’s where my work lies.”
~”I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
~“If a problem is fixable, if a situation is such that you can do something about it, then there is no need to worry. If it’s not fixable, then there is no help in worrying. There is no benefit in worrying whatsoever.”
10. Vandana Shiva is an Indian scholar, environmental activist and anti-globalization author. Her bravery and scholarship rev the engines of countless global-sibling-interconnectedness enthusiasts. Try it!
~”Seed is the source of life and the first link in the food chain. Control over seed means control over our lives, our food and our freedom.”
11. Joel Salatin is a free-thinking farmer whose “beyond-organic” techniques and animal husbandry heal the soil, and yield healthy real-food to local consumers. Salatin’s high-volume wit accelerates the comprehension of sustainable-farming curriculum, and he imprints the hearts of his readers with his spirit of integrity over profit. Try it!
~”Don’t you find it odd that people will put more work into choosing their mechanic or house contractor than they will into choosing the person who grows their food?”
12. Open Culture ~ Founded by the director of Stanford University’s Continuing Education program, this site allows us to take a free online course in physics while listening to Bill Murray read poetry… Or learn Bulgarian while enjoying a virtual tour through Ancient Rome. Featuring over a thousand free online courses, and daily articles highlighting an element of eclectic fascination, this is an excellent online site for culture seekers, and is guaranteed to renew your sense of wonder. Try it!
~”Either you repeat the same conventional doctrines everybody is saying, or else you say something true, and it will sound like it’s from Neptune.”
During my recent visit to Boston, I thought about the athletes who were hurt and killed in the recent explosions at the finish line of the Boston Marathon. Our hotel was on Boylston Street, lending to inevitable flashbacks of the images I saw in the news just weeks ago. I thought about the lung-gripping terror of the families of so many runners and spectators as they scurried to inquire about the safety of their loved one(s). Thankfully, meeting a friend for an adventure to an enormous farm-stand in Lexington, a few hours of quiet at the Cambridge Zen Center, and a slow stroll (uh-hem, full disclosure… pregnancy-waddle) on the Freedom Trail textured the trip with sweetness, reflection, and joy.
I was chatting with my friend over delicious Indian food in Arlington, MA and she mentioned additional tragic news: women kidnapped over a decade ago were found in Cincinnati, Ohio. “Oh good gracious“, I thought. I work so devotedly for my own personal freedom and mapping toward an infinitely-expanding availability of peace. Yet, news of violence and violation keep coming. My initial response is urgently triggered anger. As my heart rate calms and my vision clears, I think: “What can I do? How can I relate? Where do I put this news and my ache for the victims?”. Despite my refusal to watch cable, I hear news of tragedy often. I think about the the recent news on rape cases in Ohio, Nova Scotia and India. I think about shooting in schools… recently close to home for us, in Oakland, CA. I think about the bomb makers, shooters, rapists, and any other human beings involved in planning and perpetrating attacks. What? How???? Why????
Do they so need to share their torment, that violence is the only route that feels accessible to them?
Are they so disillusioned, betrayed and violated themselves, that they believe that creation of tragedy is the only voice they have left? Perhaps the “ending” they imagine somehow seems to justify the violent means?
Maybe loneliness in misery has consumed them, and the only human interconnectedness they believe they can experience is in misery and darkness, rather than in spite of it?
A few months ago I read a moving article by a favorite blogger of mine: ESGEE Musings. He wrote about the “[…] horrific massacre of school children and teachers in Connecticut, USA”, and “[…] barbaric rape and “murder” of an Indian medical student in Delhi.” He explores the way the public responds to such horrific events, and prompts us to ask ourselves:
“But could it be that as we come across such evil and darkness in the world, there lies a seed of responsibility within us? When we accept the status quo of injustice on the plea that this is how it has been? When we prefer to remain an onlooker to a crime perpetrated on someone else? When we spend our energy to protect our own cocoon only? When we expect the Government and the police to follow standards of morality and behaviour higher than our own?”
He writes about the healing potential of “HO’OPONONO”, an “extreme responsibility” approach to mental health disturbance. He really got me thinking. I recommend reading his article.
When we hear of violent tragedy, how do we relate to it? Where is our responsibility? Do we immediately disconnect, call it barbaric, and distance ourselves from the evil? I feel myself wanting to, absolutely! I read John Grisham’s “A Time to Kill” in 5th grade. My grandmother was disturbed by the content, and argued: “Annie, why do you allow these awful images into your head?” She suggested that I fill my mind with positivity only. There is so much richness in her advice. On the other hand, is it healthy to engage in a definitive and immediate distancing from inconceivably abhorrent acts perpetrated by our human siblings? Interconnected as we are, I believe that we must consider why violent circumstances come to be. Dare I say we are more likely to offer healing to global existence if we do?
I think about the Milgram obedience studies, repeated and replicated over decades. Milgram began his experiments in hopes to better understand how-in-the-heck the Nazi regime destroyed so much life. Outcome: an overwhelming majority of subjects were willing to “discipline” a volunteer “student” (in another room) by delivering potentially lethal shocks when the student answered questions incorrectly. Tweaking variables, Milgram repeated the studies, hoping for a different outcome! He found the same terrifying conclusion: most of us obey… to a potentially murderous extent!!! This breakthrough experiment connects us all to the ugly underbelly of human existence… connects us all, resistant as we may be, to perpetrators of abhorrent acts.
If one human is capable of perpetrating violence, given their unique birth-given genetic mapping in harmony with the environmental conditioning unique to their life experience, might another be, given precisely equal circumstances (nature/nurture)? Milgram’s studies suggest that the answer may just be: YES. When I originally read through Milgram’s experiments (12 yrs ago), I was heart-sick for months. Ironic as it may sound, the only reconciliation I find is through a deliberate understanding that this dark human potential is present in all of us. I believe that the very denial of its potential and our connection to it is what makes us prey to its invasion. Therein lies my hope: the more we understand it and plough through our resistance of it, the more we can eliminate its treachery.
I am attracted to an operating belief that evil is something to be gotten rid of, eliminated, or at least distanced from. If we were capable of that, might we have accomplished it already? I don’t know…
For now, will you consider a hypothetical with me, using the mathematical scenario that I’ve come up with to express myself? It will make me so happy if you indulge me here!!!
What if evil is something we cannot possibly be rid of, in human form? Attempting to eliminate evil is magnetically satisfying, yet prison “rehabilitation”, death row, war on terror, outlawing drugs etc, etc… just aren’t doing the trick, are they? Let’s pull away for a moment, and observe humanity from the sky-scraper view. Many believe that there is a balance of good and evil in our world. What if this balance is, indeed, one of many laws of human existence? In thinking of this balance, a yin and yang, let’s conceive of each participating element (good and evil) as existing in definitive mathematical quantities, equal to one another.
X = Good, Light, Contentment, Positivity, Serenity, Freedom, Peace, Nirvana;
Y = Evil, Darkness, Sadness, Dukkha, Dis-ease, Anguish, Suffering, Wanting;
Although (the total sum of X) = (the total sum of Y), X and Y are dispersed unevenly throughout the human population, residing in each of us in a different balance. In other words X does not = Y in each human being. In some of us X < Y, and in others X > Y. Our luck of the draw, fate, and/or freewill combine with the circumstances of our nature and nurture to endow us each with a certain portion of X and Y. At different times in our lives we may manifest our portion of X and Y in different ways, OR we may experience an increase in our portion of each value of X and Y that we are carrying. At certain times we may notice that we are making mistakes, hurting someone we love, or hurting ourselves through destructive habits. These manifestations may alert us that we have suffered an increase in the portion of Y that we are carrying, often due to unresolved loss and/or trauma.
When one is carrying too much Y to endure, he/she may believe that a transfer of Y to another human is possible, and that it may provide relief. Observing someone especially rich in X, this tormented soul may believe that their chosen victim can endure an increase in Y, and share it through violence and/or violation (likely using the same or similar method of transfer they experienced in their own receipt of Y). Once victim, this perpetrator may remember the desperate quality of their own perpetrator’s behavior. Having experienced a loss of their own X when they themselves were victimized, perpetrators may (sub/un)consciously misperceive that their past attacker was the recipient of the X that they so abruptly lost. Many victims of violence and violation are told, or otherwise led to believe that they are to blame for the event(s), further reinforcing the residence of Y and loss of X in the system. Further, perpetrators (once victims) may misinterpret the relief they feel in expressing Y. Relating to the tumultuous confusion of their own trauma, some may even believe that, through their violent act(s), they are recipient of their victim’s lost X.
It’s no wonder we explore this through symbolism in the arts and entertainment industries. What pops to mind is North America’s current fascination with vampires, zombies and other life-eating/energy-transfering characters– a fascination that seems to recur in different generations. The evidence, time and time again, shows us that this attempt to get rid of Y through transmitting it to another, and/or to steal another’s X does not work. The perpetrator of the attempted transfer remains in a wretched destination, with even more Y to carry. And, calamitously, the victim is left with his/her very own increased burden of Y to either hold, express, or resolve.
If X = Y, and the existence of Y is absolute and cannot be eliminated, the hypothetical possibility I’d like to propose is this: What if we all eventually learn to voluntarily carry an equal share of Y? At first glance this may sound terrible– why would I elect to carry evil? “Oh blast it all, that’s just insane to boot!!!!” But stick with me through this hypothetical… stick with me.
Arguably we are all carrying some Y, to varying degrees… maybe more than we know. Maybe you’ve yelled at your spouse or child in overwhelmed frustration when he/she was pressing to get your attention when you didn’t have time/space/energy to give. Perhaps engagement in gossiping, bullying, criticizing, antagonizing, or passive aggression ring some bells? Maybe you’ve smoked a cigarette or had a few too many alcoholic beverages (harming self; a manifestation of an impulse to investigate Y by expressing AND receiving Y, in order to satisfy an impulse to express Y without harming others). Anorexia, bulimia, over-eating, promiscuity, and cutting are a few forms of this that are all too common. Refusal to see and accept the presence of Y may be the very force that allows it to take our behavioral reins from us, and fully express itself.
So, what do I mean when I suggest that we all learn to carry an equal share of Y? Am I suggesting that we all weigh ourselves down with a focus on negative, yell at our families, and chain-smoke!???!!!! I am, indeed suggesting the opposite.
What might carrying our fair share of Y look like exactly??? It’s going to sound simple, but if you’ve ever tried it, you know that it takes courage and reflection to accomplish. I believe that it looks something like the this:
- Refusal to ignore the existence of Y in the human condition.
- Refusal to leave the Y as a mystery or “Dark Passenger” (a pull from “Dexter”), shadowing an excluded and distanced “other”
- Willingness to understand how such an abundance of Y may come to reside in one human form, or group of humans.
- An unmasking of perpetrator, and willingness to see that perpetrator was once victim.
- Refusal to abandon and demonize our fellow human siblings who are in torment and so struggling to express, cure, and be rid of their Y, that they may be willing to act in terrifyingly desperate ways.
- Embracing the interconnectedness of all living beings.
- Willingness to face what may be if we were to swap circumstances with a human sibling.
- Refusal to allow victims of trauma to remain alone, alienated, and disenfranchised to the extent that the Y piles up, fills their spirits, and bubbles over in tragic expression.
- Exercising the courage to protect self and those we love from the destructive forces of Y, while holding compassion for the process that rooted a high concentration of Y in a human sibling (or group).
- Processing anger and fear, such that we are capable of seeing beyond, even if anger and fear still hold residence in our systems.
If we can all do this, maybe the Y won’t be capable of residing in such concentrated form in one being or group, such that it spills over in violence, destruction, and tragedy. If we each hold our small, controlled share and surround it with hope, light, and compassion, perhaps it can finally rest, seen and accepted, dormant and exhausted.
Through recollection of our interconnectedness we take ownership for our collective behavior. The circumstances that a human sibling is enduring could just as easily be our own, and vise versa. As such, we all own this collective experience as one community of human siblings. When we remember this, together, perhaps each share of Y will not feel so heavy? When loved, accepted and understood as a welcome resident in our collective HOME of human experience, perhaps the impulse the Y feels to manifest, express, and to transfer amongst us, will lose its potency. With so much company in the Y-carrying vocation, we will be free to take pride in this employment as an intent to protect and guard every member of our community of human siblings. Exposed to one another in our collective pursuit, perhaps we won’t feel so alone, confused, and shamed by the underbelly of the human form?
Indeed, if we all carry Y together, hand-in-hand, our X will be free to resonate exquisitely at our expressive center, positioned perfectly as a willing receptacle for the infinitely abundant power of the sacred ALL. Our X will be lifted and trusted to drive our behavioral vehicle. Perhaps when we see the Y unmasked and exposed in it’s tormented and burdened form, our X will shine so brilliantly and boldly, that we can afford the Y a voice without feeling threatened… pain and torment will be heard, understood, and accepted, leaving no need for it to steal the gavel, and crash the vehicle of our collective community.
I wonder whether this is the key to solving the riddle that is winking its trickery at each living being rowing upstream in the rocky boat of human experience. Perhaps turning this key will shift our boats downstream, returning us to our eternal home? This is my hope.
May all beings be peaceful and know that they are loved, today and every day. Squeeze hugs from Annie at Biocadence
P.S. You may say I quote Jack Johnson too often. I will respond: “Well, that’s just not possible, good sir!”
I would turn on the tv but it’s so embarrassing to see all the other people, I don’t know what they mean. And it was magic at first when they spoke without sound. But now this world is gonna hurt; you better turn that thing down.
“It wasn’t me”, says the boy with the gun. “Sure I pulled the trigger but it needed to be done. Because life’s been killing me since it begun. You can’t blame me because I’m too young.”
“You can’t blame me. Sure the killer was my son. But I didn’t teach him to pull the trigger of the gun. It’s the killing on the tv screen. You can’t blame me; it’s the images he’s seen.”
“Well you can’t blame me says the media man. I wasn’t the one who came up with the plan. I just point the camera at what people want to see. Man, it’s a two way mirror; you can’t blame me.”
“You can’t blame me.”, says the singer of the song, or the maker of the movie which he based his life on. “It’s only entertainment as anyone can see. The smoke machines and make-up, and you can’t blame me.”
It was you, it was me, it was every man. We’ve all got the blood on our hands. We only receive what we demand, and if we want hell then hell’s what we’ll have.
And, I would turn on the TV but it’s so embarrassing to see all the other people. I don’t even know what they mean. And it was magic at first, but let everyone down. And now this world is gonna hurt. You better turn it around. Turn it around.
What Makes You Feel Like Anything Is Possible? Expressing gratitude? Being in nature? Facing a challenge? Doing something kind for another… or for yourself? Looking into the eyes of someone you trust, and knowing that they see you? Behaving in alignment with your values rather than indulging in impulse? Surprising someone you love? The endorphin kick of a workout? Laughing so hard that you can’t stop? Hearing the infinite optimism of a child’s voice and laughter? Reciting affirmations or mantras? Meditation and/or prayer? Nutrition packed meals? Dancing to a favorite song? Letting silliness flow through you? Witnessing creation in one of its many forms… art, music, a sunset, birth, gardens? These are some of my many prompts to the feeling: Anything Is Possible. I would love to indulge in hearing yours!!
Sometimes I receive a whisper. Other times the sensation pulses through all of me, changing the smile on my face, the cadence of my step, the lift in my chin, the space around my body. And I think: I’m beautiful right now in the experience of momentary convening with grace. This beauty transcends feature-symmetry, a firm body, make-up, perfect hair, or fashionable clothing. It holds healing power as a beauty that can only be described poetically. This is a radiance that glows when one allows him/herself to be a vehicle for an almighty that is universal across most religions: gracious goodness. When I try to keep it, own it, encapsulate it… it escapes me. It arrives in moments of surrender to just being… to awe and wonder… to quiet abandon of the need to think. When I see it in another, I want to holler: “Thank you!”, but find myself silenced by a hope that the spell may not be broken!
I’d like to deliver a wish that we will all acquiesce to more moments of hope! What makes you feel like anything is possible? Do it! Submit yourself to the goodness that is available to each of us! This allowance will foster the well of grace available to you;)!
Anything is possible today! Let’s lift our chins and spirits to optimism, and KNOW that we have something special to offer the world today. No one is just like you, and only you can manifest your unique combination of attributes and interests. Harness them, and package them for the betterment of our world! Consider what may be if we each identify who we came to this world to BE… what we came here to GET DONE. Find a place/venue/job/community that needs your particular strengths, rather than fretting over the spirit-diminishing task of changing self to fit a mold. However “utopic” this may seem, we can always move closer to the ideal we envision. I promise that trying will only yield positive results!
Squeeze hugs from Annie at Biocadence!
I love morning. Anticipation… Inventory… Bravery… Morning carries bravery in her basket.
There are barb prongs uprooted from my skin… Layers of caging removed… Disillusions soothed… Saved in a rattling tin can, for the days when I need proof.
Someone said I couldn’t feel light on my cheeks, because I’m bad, because I’m wrong, because I’m weak. Spirit penitentiary has rules that change with each move we make. Victory only comes in discarding the need to stake.
What if there is no sun in my soul? I hold my breath… What if they’re correct? I open the door in spite of them, in spite of myself, and step forward into delicious white… blessed.
At last I’m free, outside my cell. But still I stay close, feeling dirt under my bouncing frame. If I could take my captors with me, no magnet would remain.
All of me dances… even my face… even my hair. Feet drum. Stamping silent cries. Defusing the mirage. I submit to a cadence my soul has always known, banishing the demons back to their home.
Most of my scars are beauty marks now, others are infected… Iron slivers, bits of wood, bloody shards yet rejected.
“One day soon, happiness won’t feel so rebellious,” she whispers… “Each fragment will know that self-love is not self-ish.”
“How does freedom feel?”, probes Mother Earth. I want to answer her with a 24-carat glimmer in my voice, and so I search.
I close my eyes and I see: A transgressed limp… Trombones crying… Transitory cacophony… And I’m inhaling and exhaling… And the shine is not in my voice, but in my tearing eyes, and I say: “I’ll have to get back to you on that; all I can do today is dance”.
Squeeze hugs and hopes that you are dancing too! Annie, at Biocadence.
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Hello beautiful people! I’m writing to share that my first article for H3O Eco Magazine is published. The Biocadence column is on pages 18-19, and I am featured as a contributor on page 7. IMPORTANT NOTE: *** The mobile compatible link is not ready yet (unless you have Flash V:8), but is on its way!
Following is a sneak peak; click here to read the entire article (pages 18-19):
In Heart of Dryness, James Workman chronicles the extraordinary legal case
of Kalahari Bushmen versus Botswana Government. Allegedly naming wildlife preservation and reduced water-distribution costs as a cover for his intent to mine the area for diamonds, Bostwanian President Festus Mogae cut off the Kalahari Bushmen water supply in 2002. The Bushmen were offered government aid, shelter, and complimentary water outside the reserve, and severe thirst (a visceral competition amongst the body’s organs for the limited fluid available) was cause for many Bushmen to flee the Kalahari. Year over year, families of Bushmen surrendered to reservations. However, some continued to endure extreme famine in order to remain in their homeland. As Workman flows between journalist and storyteller, the following prompts whisper persistently: Why did the Bushmen sacrifice everything to remain in the Kalahari? Why did they endure passive and aggressive forms of torture, in order to salvage their homeland?
It is likely, many would say definitive, that we are headed toward drier global conditions. We must consider how progressively higher temperatures and less accessible fresh water will impact our families. The nuances of community and human survival will evolve, and we will be forced to acknowledge our descendants’ quality of life when making consumptive choices. The Heart of Dryness observes the acutely leveraged indigenous Bushmen community, with hopes of rescuing water-retrieval techniques for future generations. As spectator of the Bushmen water-procurement craft, James Workman offers a vivid snapshot of the culture we may have evolved from. Musing about a Bushman family matriarch, he writes, “Face of Eve: Quoroxloo’s DNA holds the purest genetic strains, revealing her as perhaps the closest kin to our ninety- thousand-year-old common ancestor, the earliest mother of humankind”. In documenting the inherited skill-set, he endows the understanding that Bushmen water-handling is a vital ingredient for the survival and development of our species.
I hope that you will enjoy my article and explore the remainder of the H3O Eco Magazine issue, a publication for environmentally conscious consumers.
Dubbed “extrovert”, I was an expressive enthusiast for many of the first 30 years of my life. I was so familiar with the role, that I was nearly comfortable with the dis-ease it was prompted by. I have been practicing quiet intermittently for a few years. This has opened space to learn patience, calm listening, self-love, and boundary setting. As a beginner with this curriculum, I have come to wonder: how did I survive nearly three decades without these skills?
Calm listening expands time. One could say it’s mighty generous to be an active, inquisitive listener of a friend, colleague, or spouse. I’ve learned that the calm listener is doing the getting, to be sure! Consider the gifts:
- The satisfaction of sharing in another’s experience.
- The intimacy of entering and exploring the maze that the other is mapping at the moment.
- The richness of observing human behavior, impulse, compassion, and interconnectedness.
- The receipt of another’s knowledge pool of raw data that is inevitably distinct from my own.
- The energizing wonderment in another’s attributes that make them unique from any other being, drive their purpose, and shape the lessons they entered this life to learn.
Through calm listening, I learn and share more inside of each precious moment. It expands time.
When practicing quiet, I am not always silent. I do speak! When? What are my words? What is my intention for speaking, and for the message, tone, and delivery I choose? The answers draw me nearer to knowledge of self. They also magnify opportunities for adjustments. Who do I want to be? I get to decide.
I used to be vocal when I disagreed. In practicing quiet, I explore: what would have been my motive to say something?
- Would it have been pure?
- Would it have been to try to change another person… to change their mind? If so, then why?
- Would it have been to satisfy curiosity, to engage in debate, or test my argumentative prowess? If so, then why?
I observe the result of not speaking up. Quieting when I disagree makes me feel like I’ve deceived another and myself. There must be another option, beyond the saying or not saying, as intention-guiding leaders have shown us. I think of peace-evoking Martin Luther King Junior, Nelson Mandela, Maya Angelou, and the Dalai Lama. Who do you think of?
Compassion involves seeking to understand another’s opinion, to understand the foundation another balances upon to form their opinion, and most importantly, to understand the experience that may have led another to build that foundation. In this intention, an interaction escalated by differing opinions, likely indicates I have many more questions to ask, and responses to calmly listen to. In some cases, the other’s intentions may be to confuse, harm, or enmesh. The most compassionate practice may be to state acknowledgement of difference and quickly disengage.
I am a beginner in this curriculum. A starry eyed, eager novice, reinforced by the fruit of my triumphs and hiccups. And so, I continue trying.
I invite you to join me in my favorite mantra for the time:
“May all beings be peaceful and know they are loved.”
Thank you for reading, beautiful people! Squeeze hugs, from Annie at Biocadence.
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