Smoked Fish

SMOKED FISH.

I am a Peaceful Warrior learning what it is to accept what is. Acceptance is neither condoning nor resigning.

We have already stepped up to the plate. As peaceful warriors, we may no longer put our shoulds and our oughts onto others.We recognize them as our own. Our struggle takes place in a larger context.

Peaceful warriors chose not to live with overconsumption and misery. Peaceful Warriors start at the misery. That's one of our shoulds and oughts. I should not live where my joy is injured. I ought not allow misery to poison my environment.

We Ask, “How can I stop that misery?” and We Know

Pain results in anger and/or hurt.

*Self control tries to deal with hurt. To fix, to mend - and beats itself up for not doing well enough.

*Control gives issues to be angry over..

We cannot stop the misery by avoiding the creation of it for we did not create it. Trying not to provoke the anger is useless - something else will be found to need control.

Pain is inevitable - how do we “choose not to suffer”?

We Ask, “What must I do?”

It is hard to see what must be done, hard to hear our inner voice unless we know how to recognize it is shrieking. Recognize its screaming.

The wWay will find itself or way will be found.

When the inner voice is integrated with itself, it is easy to see what must be done - that does not mean what must be done is easy. Our struggle takes place in a larger context.

Our world hurts us all so much with all the non-Edenic stimuli it throws at every pure soul who chose to enter this realm of earth. It is painful.

I am thinking Autism is when the pain and the joy of the world conflict so much inside the person’s head that they follow their own bliss/story even if that may hurt others - autist’s are unconcerned about others, may inadvertently hurt others.

I am thinking diagnostically, Autism is a result of non individuation. In severely and persistently mentally impaired persons I worked with it seemed to me that the wWatcher in the brain was unable to form a comfortable stable identity with the normal set of interactions - it identified with a different interpretation of the stimuli. Autists dont recognize others. Dont know where their and other's boundaries begin and end.

It's enlightenment without the light.

Control freaks identify with the humans in the environment and they try to control them in a desperate effort to feel comfortable in their own mind. And if there is a great wound in their own mind, that they have not looked at, then they create the wound outside their mind through lack of awareness.

Enlightened beings identify with the consensual and non consensual stories they choose, without struggle.

We either recognize the pain in our environnment and work to heal the wound or we inflict an equalising wound on others. Individuated beings are on a journey to recognize this.

I am a soul who was given a different kind of injury. I grew up with a mama, always now a soul of love; and a papa with a dream of morality and uprightness. My blessing. My birthright. All human’s birthright but from some it is hidden.

Telling the non-consensual story with the Light is quite a struggle - its the continuing enlightenment.

Until the madstream becomes mainstream and the next level begins.

I am thinking we can Find our light with Integral or where we are led - as we recognise your way it will open it up behind us. Its all the wWay of the Peaceful Warrior Tribe, or the way of the eastern Enlightenment tribe, or the Way of the western light in the darkness crowd..

Our Integrated way.

Humanity is a vessel. Our relationships create vessels. A couple create a bigger vessel - their family - which contains all the subfamilial vessels.

Even when it is broken in pieces, the pieces still belong together and they can make a peaceful and happy assemblage in the same space. Or not - its gotter be a mutual choice for real healing.

There will always be wounds - healers heal thru holes in their side or by their cup running over because they have healed their own wound.

We cannot help the vessel heal - and we are the vessel too - until the wound is identified and stopped from within. In the process, our wounds get together and we share our poisons and our blessings,;

If too much poison requires too much balm the wounds must be sealed so the vessel can become whole. We are trying. Maybe it is time to disconnect the wounds. I close mine with my integral Practice.

It is possible to do so without paying money for Integral practice if we can nourish the seed. You may find it easier to discover your wound, your blessing when you keep some sacrosanct time for peace and breathing awareness. Integral practice nourishes the seed in me, the flowers in my vase. Integral thought gives us the fertiliser. We all are healers. I am grateful.

The future lies before us as well as behind. The past is always with us . Now is the present - the gift.

Gift or poison? ( german - gift =poison),

Blessing or curse? ( french - blesser = wound).

In english - present = gift = blessing .

I am healing the wound and picking at the scab. It's what we do until we recognize the yellow brick road -

the corpus callosum between our two minds -

Tweedle dum and Tweeedle dee -

they agree.

( Look it up - Tweedledum and Tweedle dee agreed to have a battle....)

We are sealing up the holes, healing the vessels, together AND separately : our individual vessel, the vessels of our families and relationships, the vessel of humanity unified.

Actually we are like watering cans, fountains, gushing mountain streams - at the level at which we have healed our hole, sealed our whole, there is the level that our wholeness flows out. There will always be wounds - healers heal thru holes in their side, or by their cup running over because they have healed their own wound.

There is always another bar to raise, arrow to discover, level of joy and pain.

Integrally, we are recognising that we are creating and created from the vessel that rises above the flood, the ark on top of Mt Ararat.

Integrally we are discovering that we are part of the tower that rises above the torrent. We are beginning to recognize other turrets everywhere on this tower that holds above the dimming tide of blood.

Peaceful Warriors, do what is right for you and know that your choice is always right for the moment. Our stories take place in a context bigger than ourself. Sometimes we sleep, sometimes we sleep in, sometimes we are entitled to dream, sometimes dreams are hard to separate from nightmares. The thought of a loved one sleeping is so sweet. As we walk in the early morning while the whole earth is just waking up, our dream makes the clouds look pretty, and our imagination soars with the sleepers.

Do but follow the yellow brick road, in our mind we find our peace. corpus callosum - the yellow brick road...

How does the corpus callosum hide the unity ..... how doth the little busy bee ...... ?

The corpus callosum unifies right mind and left, so the advanced human recognises the story it is telling itself, that it is telling itself a story, and identifies with the right brain which is always at peace because it simply cognises ; the recognising story teller is the left brain. The advanced human ego acts from a place of calm - the corpus callosum - the yellow brick road. We drop in and out of that place where our wound is recognised and our calm celebrated, but the scab tears off again and we are in the hole which the present always comes from . If there's enough calm, we look around, determine the level and go on swinging down the right yellow brick road creating the future as we walk into it - or we are simply swept up in the drama inside and outside our head.