Monday 4 September 23

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oxy

I’ve been suss for a while now about the connection between oxytocin and OxyContin, and raved about that here.

reprieve

I spoke with the teacher at TAFE today and feel now there is room among the demands of studying alongside the needs of our family. In the last few weeks we’ve had a trauma flare up or a karmic shitstorm, I’m not sure which I prefer. TAFE has been extra stress and now that has lifted, by communicating that I need some space to get the work down around the needs of my family.

The reality is we are living with chronic and acute mental and physical health issues, including a constellation of complex trauma. I need the space to take a breath, collect myself, reacquaint myself with my values, priorities and the sadhana that keeps me connected with self and healthy and happy enough to meet life and be present for others even though it’s stressful AF all the time, pretty much.

I am learning to regulate on the fly though, inoculating myself to the effects of stress, and things are coming good. 

I have the next three days or so where I don’t have to go to class and can be more available here to do my sadhana and be at home and spend some time with Nikki and Zane if that’s practical. Three days to do some training-in-balance, taking good care of myself so I can balance TAFE and home. 

efforting

I keep a physical list of reflections and insights that I’d like to remember, familiarise myself with so they are close to the fore when I need them. One I will add: 

We live with delicate/volatile health needs and it’s important to remain vigilant, and remain committed to the efforting that means I’ll be naturally more resilient and compassionate throughout stress. 

connection with Self

Here is the LP of an earlier post about re-connecting with Self to avoid being an existential suckhole.

LP re-connecting with Self to avoid being an existential suckhole

This is the LP version of this idea that if we don’t have connection with self (which is the definition and consequence of trauma), there is a tendency to seek that connection with other, either other people or other stuff, things external to the self, and wind up sucking the other dry.

TL;DR how to reconnect with Self

An insight is emerging out of some tension that has been plaguing the family for the last week or so, and a very valuable lesson: 

when we don’t have connection with Self (which is the definition and consequence of trauma) there is a tendency to seek that connection with other, either other people or other stuff, things external to the self; 

and this pursuit is doomed to fail and cause suffering in the same way trying to lace your shoes with an apple will always fail ~ the other is not a substitute for the self, and our repeated attempts to make something other than it is (to meet our need for connection to self by attaching to other) is delusional and therefore a recipe for suffering

when suffering is getting what we don’t want or not getting what we do want, and delusion is mistaking illusion for reality (that other can meet the needs of self is an illusion, sometimes very convincing). 

Suffering is not such a big deal if we’re wanting cake and get a banana instead, but is kind of a big deal when we want to connect with self and we keep missing the mark because we are mistaking the other for a suitable substitute. 

This is the ultimate form of Buddhist ignorance. 

Thinking cake will meet our needs and therefore being disappointed when we get banana instead 👈🏼 that’s one level of relatively mundane ignorance, but mistaking other for self is a whole other level. You’d think it would be obvious that the self is not other, but if it were obvious why would we be trying to complete ourselves by finding Mr or Ms Right or by getting the right car, job, holiday, biscuit.

I’m sure there’s literature around this and I am interested in seeing that documentation but for now the insight feels real enough to not need validation. 

On that note, when we have connection with self we don’t need external validation to know our worth. (Of course, to some extent we know ourselves in reflection from other, but this operates on the more-mundane level of personality, whereas the connection to self I’m talking about here is more about the sacred level of transpersonality. When we are connected with our transpersonal self, we don’t need others’ favourable opinions of us to be favourable for self-worth to be known.)

So how do we have connection with self? How do we restore the connection with self that was severed as a response to adverse experiences?

We reconnect with self by recovering from or releasing trauma, integrating our exiled parts, and through contemplative transpersonal practices (because by ‘self’ I actually mean ‘the part of us that transcends personal identification’).

My need for solitude, privacy and timespace must be met for me to feel connection to self, but once I feel that connection I am more able to spend time completely with other and not be distracted by my needs. 

That connection with self meets all my psychological needs and once this connection is fulfilled I am able to show up in the world with service and giving that does not syphon from others. When I give/serve without that connection, I syphon from others because I am trying to get from them something I cannot get from them ~ namely, connection to self. 

It sounds paradoxical, but I think this is true: when we try to give or to serve others (without connection with self), we often end up doing the opposite of giving, which is sucking, taking, draining … that’s why the image of a syphon feels appropriate, especially because once momentum has been created in a syphon, it is hard to halt the flow without causing a huge mess.

We end up sucking from others when we are trying to give, if we aren’t anchored in Self, because of a metaphysical void or vacuum where our connection with self once was ~ we become a psychological blackhole, syphoning from others what we can only truly get from connection with self.

The formal term for this is “being an existential suckhole”.

This means that all expressions of love ~ if they are coming from a place of disconnection from self ~ are manipulative, because they are trying to meet self-needs through other. We all adapt ways of relating with other to ensure our attachment needs are met, at the expense of our authenticity but also at the expense of other, which we exploit to meet a need it is impossible for them to meet.

This is presumably unconscious ~ I can’t imagine anyone doing this deliberately, but I believe everyone is doing it unconsciously to some extent because everyone has a degree of trauma in our culture (Maté & Maté, 2022).

We reconnect with self by recovering from or releasing trauma, integrating our exiled parts, and through contemplative transpersonal practices (because by ‘self’ I actually mean ‘the part of us that transcends personal identification’).

How do we release trauma and integrate the parts of ourselves that we exiled during events we found traumatising? I cannot articulate that right now but it’s a central aspect of the Heartwards modularity

And for now it’s something to think about:

when we don’t have connection with Self (which is the definition and consequence of trauma) there is a tendency to seek that connection with other, either other people or other stuff, things external to the self; 

and this pursuit is doomed to fail and cause suffering in the same way trying to lace your shoes with an apple will always fail ~ the other is not a substitute for the self, and our repeated attempts to make something other than it is (to meet our need for connection to self by attaching to other) is delusional and therefore a recipe for suffering.

updating Heartwards

I’ve been updating some of the pages on the Heartwards website because I have some time before classes start. I’ve added a Get Support page where I am offering myself as a coach on the basis of dāna, which means I am just asking for donations on a pay-what-you-value basis. And I have started a Resources page, with a page about attention because, as I published yesterday, I’m starting to appreciate the importance of attention in wellbeing, which I suspect is over-looked in most people’s health regimes.

through which the motes fleet

(The title of this post should be sung to the tune of “For Whom The Bell Tolls” while imagining James Hetfield doing the splits.)

We’ve got a situation here. This last week our domestic environment exploded in fits of verbal violence that leave my family and I mostly displaced from the dwelling that was intended as a shared home. We’ve been spending the days in our car or with family, coming back to sleep fitfully at night. Our son has thankfully avoided a lot of the fallout, though not for any positive reason – his friend is missing, so Zane and his mates have been roaming Brisbane to find him. Things are calming down now – the main aggressor is talking about moving out, which is a huge relief.

These events are the symptoms of a maligned culture in demise – they are the cracks that result from collective ways of being that are unsuitable for our nature. I say this not to exonerate myself from my part in the verbal violence – I made the mistake of retaliating, yelling, have accepted my responsibility for the maladaptive reaction I contributed to the escalation of a situation that could have been avoided if I and others had been more skillful, and I resolve to learn from this how to do differently next time. There’s more of that at the end of this draft.

Continue reading “through which the motes fleet”

treaty

I need to get some treatises out because (with)holding them back hurts and compromises my wholeness and integrity. I like the word “treatise” because it resembles “treaty” and each of these treatises are an attempt to resolve the conflict between what I believe and what I know, between illusion and reality.

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I got a response from Meanjin about my essay pitch, which is pretty exciting. I emailed the manuscript and am happy to have just piqued their interest.

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I finished reading the manuscript of the novel I’m editing for a friend I made while working at Wakefield Press. It’s a really good manuscript and I’m enjoying finding the places where I can make suggestions to really make it shine, thematically and stylistically. (Such as deleting adverbs 😉

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I registered for next semester’s classes and my timetable looks like a sieve. It seems that a prerequisite for getting ideal tute times is the ability to warp timespace. But the subjects are cool:

  • Introduction to Literary and Cultural Studies
  • Writing the Short Story
  • Swords and Spaceships: Writing Genre

I dropped my fourth subject because I need more time for paid employment and the professiona-creative-practice subject for this semester would be better suited for when I’m getting nearer the end of the degree.

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It is blog-worthy to note that I just figured out that as a QUT student I have a free subscription to the Macquarie Dictionary online.

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I still haven’t figured out how to get the post-preview function working on WordPress though, despite repeated attempts with different browsers. Super annoying, because I have to publish the post so I can preview it.

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I’ve been editing a novel manuscript for a guy I worked with years back at Wakefield Press, and it’s really great to be digging into the nitty gritty of a gutsy Australian story again.

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I got my booklist for Semester 2, which includes Cormac McCarthy’s The Road for the genre subject I’m taking (called Swords and Spaceships). The list also includes the 2700-page The Norton Anthology of Theory and Criticism, which I once started summarising in tweets! Because I’m a nerd.

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We went to a Bloomsday reading organised by Isobelle Carmody at the natural ampitheatre of University of Queensland. I didn’t know Bloomsday was a thing, and I’ve never ventured very near the works of Joyce, though it’s likely I have Irish in my cultural heritage. We each had a 15 minute slot in which we had to read whatever we could — the intention was to get through the whole book in three days, and it was crazy, reading such a wonky text I was entirely unfamiliar with. By the time the end of my 15 minutes was approaching, I felt a bit like I was going mildly insane. My eyes were losing focus, and I began to just not say words that were right there in front of me.

Of course it inspired me to think about writing some weird stream-of-consciousness narrative over ten years, updating daily in some hypertext kind of way. For now though I’m content to be playing with WordPress again, though I’m still having trouble just getting the post-preview function to work (and the login page won’t even load in Safari, so I can’t test that browser to see if the glitch is caused by the privacy settings I have in place on Firefox), there seem to be numerous glitches happening with ‘blocks’, and there’s less room for interesting graphics than there are on platforms I’ve played with like Wix.

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The Tolkien movie was a bit of a dud, more of a shallow romance than the bio(e)pic I was hoping for. It inspired me to think of literary fellowships, so I was glad to meet with James Not Joyce this morning and do an ad hoc instance of our writing group. The movie touched also on the idea of the power of literature, art and music to change society and culture for the better, but overall I came away from the movie feeling more despondent than inspired, though that may have been caused by the three sparlos we drank on the way, plus hunger.

I’m finding it really helpful to be involved in even a dishevelled writing group, and if I’d had the courage this morning I would have told James I’d like to talk with him again about the meaning of friendship, and let him know that I’d like to be his friend (because I want to be friends with someone who actively thinks about what friendship even is).

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Preparing the A3 bio sheet we were asked to write for the Bloomsday reading, I realised I couldn’t quite remember how to write the kokoro symbol I use in Bodhi 心 Schier-Paine. I rarely write the character in longhand, and the anxiety I felt about getting the character right on the spot, it got me wondering about (young) people who are mostly writing on keyboards and touch screens – the anxiety I felt would be debilitating if a person had learned to write primarily using digital technology instead of in longhand. The psychological benefits of handwriting are something that interest me, and I worry sometimes about the ‘future shock’ effect of how technology is outpacing are ability to evolve and keep up with it.