si dawson

experiments in self-improvement

Category: life

These Are Not Your Stories

I was at a shaman workshop last weekend, and the concept of “the stories of our life” came up.

This makes a lot more sense than merely the singular “story of our life.”

Our lives are a multitude of layers, thousands of experiences, all layered upon each other, all combining together to make the gloriousness that is us!

patchwork_lives.jpg

So, first thing to do is recognise these stories for what they are. How do we find them? Easy, just switch off your thinking brain, & start writing!

Eg, for me, they’d go something like:

  • I was born in Australa (that’s a story)
  • We moved around a lot when I was a kid (another story)
  • I grew up in a lower-middle class family

and so on..

The critical thing here is this – when we think about identity, ourselves, who we are, it’s these stories that define us. These are the things that we tell ourselves over & over each day, in the back of our minds.

And that’s exactly the problem.

The more we tell ourselves these stories, the more they define us.

You get in a troubled relationship, make the mistake of extrapolating a bit too much, & start telling yourself “I always fall for the wrong guy/gal”, and hey presto, you’re going to start doing that in your life. These are self fulfilling prophecies.

Imagine having a guy who followed you around all day, whispering in your ear “you suck!” or “you’re a failure!”. How long do you think before your life really did start sucking? (or, perhaps a better move, you punched him out).

The problem is, this is exactly what our mind is doing to us. It’s why shamans deliberately let go of their stories as part of their training. Why buddhists learn to detach themselves from their egos. It’s all the same thing.

Now, that’s a pretty big goal, so what’s a good first step?

Well, how about realising that a whole bunch of these stories aren’t even ours?

90% of what happened before I left home? Those aren’t my stories.

Anything I didn’t directly choose, or was just something I was told? Those aren’t my stories.

I didn’t choose to move around as a child. I didn’t choose where to live, how much money the family had, & so on. These were my parents’ decisions. Sure, they affected me at the time, but they’re only my stories if I choose to make them so. They only continue to affect me if I choose to make them part of the collection of stories I tell myself.

Even just changing the focus can help enormously. “I’m from a lower-middle class family” to “I had lower-middle class parents” or “My parents were lower-middle class.” At each step removed it’s less & less self-defining, so the story has less power. If you want to keep it at all.

Ditto with relationships. How many relationships have you been in where this person, that you chose, respected & loved has told you something terrible about yourself? You’re a terrible lover, useless in business, embarrassing to be seen with, and so on.

Why are you choosing to continue telling yourself that story? (“I’m embarrassing to be seen with”). It’s not your story, it’s just their opinion, their story.

We have the choice, we always have the choice not to continue telling ourselves these stories.

Realising that we have these stories is an important first step.
Identifying which ones we can let go of is enormously empowering.
An easy first step is to chuck out all the ones we have that were never ours to begin with.
When we can finally release them all, then we’re well on the way to being truly free to live.

Share:

    Rewrite Your Past

    Memory is notoriously unreliable.

    It’s a fair bet that most of the memories we have are confused, jumbled, or otherwise incorrect. Certainly not accurate enough to hold up in court – this is, after all, why policemen write down everything at the scene of a crime.

    The funny thing is, these are the memories that we torture ourselves with. Regret over things done or not done. Disappointment at other people & ourselves. Perceived failures & missed opportunities.

    Even when we’re not actively beating ourselves up, those memories are still there in the background, providing (unpleasant) flavour.

    If our memories are likely to be wrong (to some degree) anyway, why not at least make them pleasantly wrong? Who’s to say they have to be an accurate reflection of the past? Surely what happens in your head is 100% your business?

    Of course, changing your memory of your phone number isn’t the cleverest thing in the world, but there are plenty of other juicy candidates. How about

    • all those situations where you’ve been socially confident, the life of the party
    • the successful presentations you’ve given
    • how popular you were at school
    • all those payraises
    • the deeply loving & supportive relationships
    • the peaceful breakups
    • how effortless it’s been for you to meet new people
    • those moments with your parents where you truly understood how much they loved you
    • that long history of high figure sales
    • the times you’ve stunned those around you with your brilliance & insight

    You get the idea! Make your (remembered) life as beautiful, poetic & magical as you like!

    joyful_thought.jpg pic by alicepopkorn

    It’s your brain – own it!

    So how to do this? Well, it doesn’t have to be any more complicated than finding a quiet spot, remembering back to specific life situations you’ve had, and imagining them going however-you-want. Keep imagining them until the old memory fades away & the new replaces it (this is very well researched phenomena). If you feel like part of you is struggling with this, you can always tap while you do it, but that’s totally up to you.

    Your life is nothing but the sum of your memories. Why not start a new life, right now?

    Just start with whatever pops in your head. Recreate your memories, making them as awesome as you possibly can. As Orwell famously said “Who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past.” Well you control the present.

    As within, so without.

    & here’s a little anecdote to whet your appetite. I had a particular situation with a certain person a few years back, where perhaps they didn’t give me the recognition or appreciation I would have liked. In the few years since then, they’ve never really mentioned this, let alone made any kind of big deal about it. Just not in their nature.

    So hey, I did the above. Imagined them really understanding how much effort I’d put in to help them.. and showing me. I imagined myself feeling deeply appreciated. Loved. Thanked. It was awesome! *laugh*

    Didn’t take long. The whole thing? Maybe 5 minutes.

    The only difference I could outwardly detect was that I felt more loving towards them. That aside, I promptly forgot about it.

    Next day, I’m surfing the web, & what do I find? A couple of paragraphs in a very public location, from them, acknowledging & stating exactly what I’d imagined. Giving me that thanks, that appreciation. Exactly how I (now) remember it going.

    Coincidence? Maybe. You decide.

    Share:

      Bring In The Clowns

      I’m not usually a huuuuge fan of clowns, but I got an urge to go for a walk this evening, & I stumbled across these..

      clowns_1.jpg

      ..dancing to music, often upside down, as part of a giant advent calendar..

      clowns_2.jpg

      ..part way up a 10 storey building. I figured, well, in this case they’re probably worth cheering on.

      While I was out, I took a pic or two of the local river..

      yarra_at_night.jpg

      ..which is hellishly pretty at night.

      And it seemed to be a night for clowns, since I passed this (advertising god knows what) on the way back:

      clowns_3.pg.jpg

      Although I like to think it’s just saying “Eat more vege’s & dance like a loon!”

      Share:

        The 4 Most Powerful Phrases In The World

        I read a while back about a therapist in Hawaii who practised something called Ho’oponopono (took me weeks to learn how to spell that reliably).

        Annnnyway, the way the story goes, this therapist, Dr Len went to work at an ultra hardcore insane asylum. The staff turnover rate was crazy high, and the patients were so violent that most of them were pretty much shackled up. Not a nice place.

        So, Dr Len starts working there, and never sees a single patient. He just sits in his office, all day every day. After a few months, the shackled patients were being allowed to walk around freely. Others were coming off their medication. Staff absenteeism & turnover dropped to zero. After three years, all the patients had left & the place closed down.

        Yes, an asylum for violent & criminally insane patients closed down because everyone was healed & there was no-one left to treat!

        Needless to say, this pretty much got my attention. What the hell was Dr Len actually doing in his office?

        Well, he looked at the patient’s files, looked within himself to see how he created that person’s illness, and then healed himself. As he healed himself, the patients got better.

        No, I didn’t mis-type that. He healed himself, and the patients got better. You can read more about Dr Len here.

        The next question, of course, is how did he heal himself? Actually, it was very simple. He just looked at what needed healing inside himself, and said four things (the basis of Ho’oponopono), over and over:

        • I’m Sorry.
        • Please Forgive Me.
        • Thank You
        • I Love You

        So imagine my surprise when I was recently reading “The True Power of Water” by Masaru Emoto. You may remember Emoto (what a great name!) – he wraps bottles of water with words, and then photographs the crystals that develop (or don’t).

        Given that we’re 70% water, I figure it’s probably worth paying a little attention to what he has to say on the subject.

        Now, Emoto has spent decades trying different words, different languages, all to see the effect they have on water. His basic discovery is that negative words (whether written down, sung, or thought at the water) result in ugly looking water, whereas positive words result in beautiful looking water structures.

        Which I guess also means that whatever we’re bombarding ourselves with is more than just affecting our brains, it’s actively changing 70% of our physical bodies.

        The really interesting thing though?

        Guess what the single most beautiful crystal he ever found was.

        water_love_gratitude.jpg

        The water that was wrapped in words for “Love” & “Gratitude”. That’s right – I Love You, & Thank You – or two of the magic four phrases from Ho’oponopono.

        Share:

          What IS Me?

          For years, I’ve figured that if I thought about who “I” was, it would look something like this:

          in_out_1.gif

          Food in, everything else out. Input, Output, all pretty straight forward.

          Thing is, there are some obvious flaws in this.

          I can observe my thoughts happening, so obviously, I am not my thoughts.

          Nothing new or startling to that particularly revelation.

          Also though, I can see my emotions happening. Often times, as a direct result of the food I eat for example. The key question is – “how often do I choose which emotions to express, and how often is it more like they’re just happening to me?”

          So maybe I’m not my emotions either.

          Now sure, I can definitely change both my moods & my thoughts by altering my environment – the people I surround myself with, the food I eat, and so on. I can also alter both consciously, but there’s a huge difference between ‘automatic’ or background thoughts & using my mind as a Rational tool. There’s also a difference between the vast majority of emotions I have (since I can’t speak for anyone else here), which more or less wash over me on a daily basis, and if I very deliberately “choose to be happy now”.

          Most emotions & thoughts are things that are happening to me, not things I’m necessarily consciously choosing. So maybe ‘Me’ looks more like this:

          in_out_2.gif

          Of course, as Tolle points out, any use of the words ‘I’, ‘me’, ‘myself’ etc are generally just our ego trying to assert control. There is, however, an important question here:

          Who am I?

          A while back, I stumbled across some Yogic talk like this.

          Which really got me thinking about what that core, that real essence of ‘me’ness actually is.

          It’s pretty obvious this isn’t a novel idea – Hinduism (which has been around for ohhh, 5-8000 years or so) has this concept of Advaita Vedanta – that your atman is part of Brahman. Very roughly, this translates to our soul is part of God/The Universe/whatever. From a quantum physics perspective, us as individuals being part of a universal whole is (more or less) predicted by Bell’s Theorem (more readable explanation here – under ‘The Physics of Interconnectedness’). For the moment let’s ignore the intentionality or not of a universal whole (ie “Is the metaphysical ‘God’ the same as the quantum physical ‘Universe’, or even ‘All possible universes'”), since it’s largely irrelevant to this discussion. Having spent wayyy too long in the Catholic church, I’m also hesitant to use Christian terminology in a discussion like this, since it brings an enormous amount of baggage with it too, but we’ll let that slide for the moment too.

          All this talk of souls & God, atman & Brahman was merely a catalyst. It got me thinking.

          I can change my speech, my actions, what food I eat, my thoughts & emotions. This is more or less what I’ve been doing extensively for the last few years now. While this has caused me to change enough that it’s pulled me away from certain ex-friends and ex-girlfriends, my primary fear was that I would lose myself altogether.

          Oddly, almost the complete opposite has happened.

          If anything I’ve become more ‘me’, but the best of me. Many of the emotions, thoughts & behaviours that I had thought were ‘me’, simply weren’t. I’m just the ‘me’ that’s been there at the core of my life – now more consistently, and with less baggage stacked around the outside. Fortunately, I guess, it seems that the actual ‘me’ is less of an asshole than I’d always figured I was. Changing the inputs on the above diagram has really helped with that (gigantic-hint-to-19-year-old-Si: minimise caffeine & booze. OMG yes!)

          So maybe there’s something to this “We’re spiritual beings have a physical experience” thing. Maybe we really are just here as ‘spirits’, ‘energy beings’, ‘souls’ (whatever-the-hell terminology works for you), hanging around here on earth in meat-sacks, our bodies, doing what we do. Hanging out, having a beer (or a green juice), getting to know one another & generally palling around.

          All the things I thought were me aren’t, and the more I clear away, the more truly I seem to find who I really am. And the really good news? All of the negative crap? That was never me. The miserable emotions, thoughts, eating habits, speech & behaviours. All those I can (& mostly have) let go of, and I’m still ‘me’ without them.

          No, it really does seem – from watching myself change – and from seeing those who are further down the path than I, that the more you change, the more you remain the same – except now it’s just the best of you.

          There really is nothing to fear, & it feels just like coming home.

          Share:

            Mastodon