Stop and stand still. See through the slapstick surface and engage on the level of raw energy. Relish the ever subtler nuances. Open your eyes. Open your jaws. Open your face. Open your neck. Open your shoulders. Open your chest. Open your stomach. Open your gut. Open your crotch. Open your ass. Open your legs—and follow the lead of the impulse that rises from the ground up through your heart and through your limbs.
See—this spontaneous movement, the movement welling through the heart is not oriented backwards—caught up melancholizing about bygone times and lost loved ones—nor forwards—seeking success, preparing for a breakthrough—but aroundwards, fully in & outwards, nowhere near but right here, now.
When you’re done playing the socially inept dumb you naturally start to see the [personal] differences between others [relative to you and to other others]. You begin to feel the idiosyncratic rhythm, style and tempo of their peculiar [psychological] comportment, you instantly access your innate capacity to gauge their level of closure and inhibition, to get a sense of where they’re at, and over time you develop an acute sense of the proper timing & edge-play that is required for a meaningful engagement with them.
Take nothing at face value. See through the sur-face. See through the ripples. Rest with the truth of this moment. No matter the content it’s the context of your engagements that manifests in your experience. No matter their content it’s the context of your comments that determines the interpersonal trajectories involving you.
See through the bitchiness of women, see through the antagonism of colleagues, see through the heavy moods of loved ones, see through their trans-generational, trauma-induced compulsions to hurt and feel hurt, see through the ingratiating comments of your fans, see through your adverse and elated reactions—feel them, embrace them, fully, rest in them, struggle with ease—nothing’s a big deal.
You come into the truth of your being by breaking, by losing, by failing, by falling, by crashing, by hurting, by continually dying. You must crack and you will crack at some point because the loosening up is inevitable. Once you crack the cracking up proceeds—with or without your acknowledgment of it—until all the remaining pieces of the constraining & insulating shell that shielded you at the take-off are jettisoned.
Psychosomatic symptoms are sort of barometric feedback tools provided for us to gauge the level of contraction & resistance we enact in the moment. They are tools to navigate the process of surrender.
In point of fact, the itchy throat that I wrote about [here] proved to be a device just like this. Whenever I energetically [emotionally, hormonally, physically, etc.] contracted (in response to the appearance of my emotionally needy roommate, for instance) the urge to cough intensified, but as soon as I tuned into the white noise in my ears (relaxed into stillness) and relaxed my gut, it subsided. Mind-blowing stuff. I conjectured that probably these things (sickness & symptoms) are way more complex phenomena than we think they are. We still rigidly think in the binary terms of good and bad, healthy and diseased when we could also think in dynamic terms like transition or alignment or unfolding.
Whenever you feel you need some form of guidance in an area of your life your best bet is to draw your relaxed attention to the issue at hand first thing at dawn when you wake up from your slumber: just rest and linger there half awake as you inquire, the guidance that comes from stillness is what you need.
/This is, incidentally, also the best time to practice ’sinking’ into ’the white noise’ in your ears (aka resting in stillness)/