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Monday, January 04, 2010

Balancing Act (ing)

So, I have been thinking about the core of who we are and what we stand for. I think that everyone has a truth within themselves that is the most accurate part of them. I think that lots of people term it as different things and that it doesn't really matter what we call it...so long as we acknowledge and honor it. Whether we call it our spirit, our soul, our authentic self, our core, our truth, our inner light, our pure person, our person, our divinity...whatever the name...it exists. And, our happiness is linked to how in tune our life is with that part of us. In psychology, we talk about congruence. That you cannot have peace unless there is congruence in your life. If you believe something (and it is truly what you believe), you cannot go against it without it causing some incongruence within you. Sometimes, it is called 'Cognitive Dissonance'. Really, it just means we are imbalanced...or out of balance.
So, how do we act balanced?
And, then, is it just acting?
Can you 'act' balanced...and not be accurate? I guess this is like 'faking calm' a bit. I recently said to someone that I cannot fake calm. I mean, a person (particularly one who is used to putting on a bit of a show or pleasing others or being socially correct), can have a calm demeanor...even when they have oceans of inner turmoil. I am not proclaiming that I don't at times "put on a happy face" or act as though I am calm even when I am not. However, my body does not experience peace and calm that is not real or solid. It cannot. I cannot deceive my own body. I can skirt around it and I can deny it (which I am getting better at not doing...but, still need more practice...). But, I cannot fake it.
I used to get crap for being fake (Jennifer knows specifically what I am referencing). I really did not see a point in taking my stuff (whatever I was dealing with on my own, behind the scenes, at home...whatever) out on other people. So, I think that I overcompensated quite a bit for a lot of years. And, that came across as fake at times. I even got diagnosed with this (NOT kidding!). I had one of Kevin's therapists tell me that I am so nice and so helpful and so giving...that there will be times that I could be perceived as not being possible...nobody could be THAT _____ (fill in happy, glowing adjective).
Back to my point...I don't mind the occasional ramble, though...
We all have a part of us that needs to find balance. We need to find whatever our balance is. That is what so much of our life is about. I think that we spend a majority of our time (whether we are conscious of it or not...unfortunately, often not...) trying to figure out where our accuracies are. We have a lot of conditioned versions of what the terms should be and what things should look like that will equal happiness/peace/balance/authentic.
I think, though, that it is a different frequency for most of us. And, that there is an art and a life pursuit in finding the frequency that gets you the most in tune with YOU. Many of us get lost in the thoughts of connecting with others. While that should deservedly be a passionate goal, if it becomes the focus, then we will never achieve it completely. It will eclipse the possibility of being in tune with the most inner truths in YOU. It seems a bit backward to say that we will get the best results with others by being self-centered. But, we will. Not in our conditioned thinking of self-centered. But, truly centered on the self within.
While there may be several near fits and lots of things that get us closer to ourselves, I do think that there is an ideal frequency in each of us that allows people to come together in a stunning orchestra of blended harmony. When each of us is in tune to our particular individual frequency, I think that creates the most broad and delicious opportunities to be in tune with each other.
And, THAT is worth a life pursuit. And, THAT is as memorable and stunning as the most divine visual in existence. And, THAT is what I want.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Dear Author - From what I have found, the most difficult certainty in the world, is to try and know, who is being authentic, and true to their core, vs who is not. I mean if we all have our own center, and we have our own experiences surrounding that center, then it's easy to see, how things can get shifty, and cloudy, in relation to what we have going on inside of us. I don't think I have ever met a person, who honestly thought they were being self - deceptive in relation to their own core. Most people will take their own dogma to their grave, never questioning the validity of it's sacredness, or legitimacy. How then would it feel to be near the person, who is 100% clear with their themselves?

Jenna said...

Obviously you can say that most people are trying, and those that are not trying, they are simply convinced that they are right. Still the ramifications, and the layers to which this realm plunges; it is immense. Having looked over the edge, there does not appear to be any bottom to it. We call ourselves a soul, or a spirit, or an essence. We talk about staying centered, and being balanced. And then we do our best to act that part, that we believe in sooo much. Oh and how we try so hard to believe. So who then is the ultimate judge of this reality? Who is really playing the part they were created to play? Certainly we cannot hold another to our version of them. And yet do we not all harbor some universal connection that binds us together, in the area of being able to recognize another person's essence? You know when they are as clear as the waters of Atlantis?

Anonymous said...

I think that it's safe to say, (although so subtle to grasp this) that our "core" or "inner being" is the only thing that can be considered a justifiable standard. Only our "us" can know how true we are being to that "us." The layers to this run deep, because it seems to be entirely possible to dupe ourselves into thinking we are being true to us. And yet symptoms persist, and odd habits, and nervous traits continue on, unabated, and molesting as ever. When it comes to our Identity, I wonder if death knows more than we give her credit for? It seems from all our hallucinations, that death has a way of bringing reality into a more hazy, and mysterious stage. You know that nervous tension in your tummy about the uncertain positive unidentifiable formlessness of an unsubstantiated abstracted reality? Don't worry dear, I don't get it either! You see, we believe in the face that looks back at us from the liars mirror. Metal, and glass, can look so real! Ah but death would say, don't be so sure. Still in our pews we believe in the God of heaven, that our parents told us about. Yet Death seems to say nothing about this. We convince ourselves that our lovers have no thoughts or dreams about the sexual content of another person. Meanwhile invisible as a thought, death acts as though, we are the ones who are sleeping.

Jenna said...

All this God, and damned acting, (several duel meanings there, if you read it several times!) it leaves me restless, to where I long for a closeness, that could be with me, in all this uncertainty, and the sweet scent of Death's putrid fumes. For at times, when the reality of us is vague, then that closeness of death, it appears like an intimate ghost to wrap her pale arms all around me. It is then, that I sense I am a strange mystery; and that I am in it too. From this location, I hunger to expose all of my thoughts, and destroy every image of myself that I have ever had. To leave nothing unsaid, and to walk away from every socially conditioned response that I have had the misfortune inbreeding into. At this point, naked, scared, and ripped open to the bone, I can't help but believing, that my skeleton will know more about me, than I ever will. At that point, when I am soaked in an "Identity Crisis" I trust that the Non - Sense of "Reality" will wash over me, and dream into me, the forgotten images that would be more real to me, than the buried graves of all those sacred cows, burning in their self - convincing fields above me.

ChristyDiablo said...

Oh little girl of Death, and vivid dream imagery, how I wish, to be playfully 6, and wish, for the things that we would have wished for then. For the 30 year old mind seems prone to wish for the vain and foolish trickery's of the heart, while the 6 year old tummy, does not know better, other than to wish for that which has always been. Much like the closeness that can only come through madness, non - sense, insanity, and the brilliant scope of indigo light's of the rainbows color's, streaking and spilling through (like adultery upon the priests pillow) and the ceiling's peeled back to uncover a gasping and wondrous world, full of striking imagery that refuses to be seen by older eyes, and self certain belief systems.

--C.D.--

Anonymous said...

Obviously you can say that most people are trying, and those that are not trying, they are simply convinced that they are right. Still the ramifications, and the layers to which this realm plunges; it is immense. Having looked over the edge, there does not appear to be any bottom to it. We call ourselves a soul, or a spirit, or an essence. We talk about staying centered, and being balanced. And then we do our best to act that part, that we believe in sooo much. Oh and how we try so hard to believe. So who then is the ultimate judge of this reality? Who is really playing the part they were created to play? Certainly we cannot hold another to our version of them. And yet do we not all harbor some universal connection that binds us together, in the area of being able to recognize another person's essence? You know when they are as clear as the waters of Atlantis?

Anonymous said...

All this God, and damned acting, (several duel meanings there, if you read it several times!) it leaves me restless, to where I long for a closeness, that could be with me, in all this uncertainty, and the sweet scent of Death's putrid fumes. For at times, when the reality of us is vague, then that closeness of death, it appears like an intimate ghost to wrap her pale arms all around me. It is then, that I sense I am a strange mystery; and that I am in it too. From this location, I hunger to expose all of my thoughts, and destroy every image of myself that I have ever had. To leave nothing unsaid, and to walk away from every socially conditioned response that I have had the misfortune inbreeding into. At this point, naked, scared, and ripped open to the bone, I can't help but believing, that my skeleton will know more about me, than I ever will. At that point, when I am soaked in an "Identity Crisis" I trust that the Non - Sense of "Reality" will wash over me, and dream into me, the forgotten images that would be more real to me, than the buried graves of all those sacred cows, burning in their self - convincing fields above me.

Christydiablo said...

The entire above text was:

Written and Sub - mitted in Confusing fashion by:
ChristyDiablo

Who is Anonymous?
Is Jenna taking part in a dialogue? (discussion?)

No.

It's a monologue by ChristyDiablo.

(Whose Identity is doing the talking?)

Exactly!!!

Jen and Dave said...

I got sidetracked reading the comments because there were so many, and I was thinking "do that many people know about Wen's blog?"...
So, the "I" in this posting is actually written by CD?
It sounds so much like Wen's voice.
I'm sooo confused but I'm putting on a happy face and trying to stay centered anyway.
Nonetheless, congruence and more of it would be better than all the chocolate and cheese in the world.
This is definitely worth a long conversation and I definitely have some retorts and ideas.

Jen and Dave said...

And Wen,
NICE red socks in your profile pic.
How could I not comment on those...
Lovely and spicy.
Just how I like you.
(It's 3:51am...I guess I'm still on EU time!)