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Posted by Susan47 on February 11, 2007, at 18:35:40
.....that doesn't make it any easier to hear the voice that drove me to ecstasy and pain so many times. Because that voice is beautiful to me, and it can't change, it is what it is .. it does sound older, and richer, and larger in the great kindness that is the soul carrying the voice.
Posted by Susan47 on March 11, 2007, at 22:46:25
In reply to But of course, posted by Susan47 on February 11, 2007, at 18:35:40
....to write, mister. Or missus. Whoever did it. Who would write such nasty words? Why would someone misunderstand so much, hate so deliberately? I always thought of it as prose, not poetry.
And not bad, either.... not good but not bad, you see. No judgements required. Just an explosion of self, no matter how You see it. Who are you, anyhow? Are you someone I should care about?
Because I don't know you. And so I don't care about your opinion. You could be wrong. You could just be seeing what you want to see. You see. You see? What do you see? Is it what you saw yesterday? Was there any growth? Is anything different?
Only You would know.
If you are master of yourself.
Posted by Susan47 on March 18, 2007, at 18:08:51
In reply to That was a nasty thing, posted by Susan47 on March 11, 2007, at 22:46:25
Hello, how are you?
As if I didn't know.
I mean, really.Really, now.
Do you think I wouldn't know?
Understand the necessity of what you're doing?
It's a bit crass, really.
What you're doing.
What you're-all doing.Out there. In your own place.
The place where you get to be the Competent One.
The one who defends himself
against the alien Me.
Ah.
What the hell.
Who do you think you're kidding?
Everyone.
Everyone except me and a few others
Ones who see another side of things.
Something about trust.
Something about .. something you
couldn't handle.
Didn't know how.
Tried.
Just didn't know what the hell to do.
What the fr*gging hell would anyone do?
Posted by Susan47 on March 18, 2007, at 18:31:23
In reply to But of course, posted by Susan47 on February 11, 2007, at 18:35:40
That voice actually is extremely hostile at the moment. At this moment, that voice was a hostile one. Hiding secrets.
It was really my own voice, wasn't it?
As it is now, I'm sure.
Because someone like him would never wish
to hurt anyone else, ever.
I know that.
I know that.
That's what makes it okay, that's the thing
that I come back to again and again ...
Nobody ever wanted to hurt anyone.
Nobody ever did.
Everything is perception.
Per-cep-tion.
Perception.
Posted by Susan47 on March 25, 2007, at 22:08:47
In reply to Re: But of course, posted by Susan47 on March 18, 2007, at 18:31:23
It occurs to me to wonder
what it might be like
had I listened
to the part of my brain
that was telling me
how awful the suspicions of others
might really, actually, be ...
had any of them actually, really,
been true.
How horrible
to have a disability
that could make You .. so unhappy
Of course I know
You (and the multiples of You that
were created, ?advisors?, litigators,
law enforcement, .. wives, friends .. what?
What and where and when and who and how did all of these voices speak to you?
Will the real You please stand up?
No?
No, of course not.
The real you is hidden behind your own ego.
Don't worry.Liesson #1: You don't stand alone. No one is ever alone, and that's a comfort. Yes. Something that warms my soul.
Posted by Susan47 on April 3, 2007, at 0:37:32
In reply to Re: But of course, posted by Susan47 on March 25, 2007, at 22:08:47
....and the music is so beautiful. That's also very warm to a soul that feels bitter cold, at times. At times. And it's important to warm it, to bring it out into the light, to keep thinking good things, positive thoughts, likely truths and away from what-might-have-been Bitter realities, had the mind made them so.
The mind.
My mind. Yours. Ours.
The One mind....
we're never, ever, ever ...
alone.
That's a comfort.. man,
what a beautiful, gorgeous,
glowing
thought.Glow. I am a glow-worm. Glowing in the light of .. religious ferviosity .. is there such a stupendously silly word? No? Thought not.
Ah, well.
lesson number two might be ..
love glows.
Glow-worms in the dark.
I'm silly and ridiculous
and
I
don't
care.
Posted by Susan47 on April 3, 2007, at 0:48:11
In reply to And, posted by Susan47 on April 3, 2007, at 0:37:32
So there.
So
There.And susan's online therapy experience was, once again, a complete, raving Success.
Posted by Declan on April 3, 2007, at 19:50:21
In reply to Re: And, posted by Susan47 on April 3, 2007, at 0:48:11
Hello Susan
Talking to yourself again?
What's that about the no more than 3 posts in a row thing?
I don't feel equal to the strength of your wonderful last post.
Sincerely
Declan
Posted by Susan47 on April 7, 2007, at 22:19:50
In reply to Re: And » Susan47, posted by Declan on April 3, 2007, at 19:50:21
I don't really care, about the three posts thing. Becuase I figure if I can't post three-in-a-row and it's helping me figure things out, and I'm not being abusive or hurtful, if I can't post three-in-a-row over a significant time period, then that speaks volumes, and they're not mine. That voluminous negativity doesn't come from me.
Hey .. hey.
Let's see, now .. back to this thought .. the thought is, that at what point do any of us move from a place of judgment to a place of listening and understanding?
Posted by Declan on April 8, 2007, at 17:21:38
In reply to Hey » Declan, posted by Susan47 on April 7, 2007, at 22:19:50
Hello Susan
Listening (if not understanding) is something that small children do.
Judgement is inevitable as we grow.
How we get back to a state of listening and understanding, I don't know.
Maybe when there is less fear and defensiveness?
Some contacts are adversarial.This came to mind, for some reason.
From Dylan's 'My Back Pages'.....
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.
Posted by Susan47 on April 9, 2007, at 20:19:33
In reply to Re: Hey » Susan47, posted by Declan on April 8, 2007, at 17:21:38
> Hello Susan
>
> Listening (if not understanding) is something that small children do.
> Judgement is inevitable as we grow.
> How we get back to a state of listening and understanding, I don't know.
> Maybe when there is less fear and defensiveness?
> Some contacts are adversarial.
>
> This came to mind, for some reason.
> From Dylan's 'My Back Pages'.....
> Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
> Too noble to neglect
> Deceived me into thinking
> I had something to protect
> Good and bad, I define these terms
> Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
> Ah, but I was so much older then,
> I'm younger than that now.I'd say that this Dylan knew something about life. What seemed important, was no longer. The age he'd accumulated at a younger time in his life .. was as unnecessary then as it is now, in he older years. He's found the vitality and the freedom to create new meanings, ways of being nonjudgemental and coming out "younger".
You're a clever one, you are.
Posted by Susan47 on April 9, 2007, at 20:21:13
In reply to Re: Hey, posted by Susan47 on April 9, 2007, at 20:19:33
>In "his" older years, not "he older years".
Scheise. Or something like that.
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