I hope I’m expiating lots of karma.
The 07/26/18 post, “When needs are met,” gives the text concerning Joseph’s time in prison, and looks at that time somewhat.
I want to amplify that examination, given that his circumstances and opportunities in that setting weren’t that much different from my own now.
Continue reading Joseph in prison
The practice has done me a ton of damage, and no good.
So now I take a different approach. Continue reading I am exhausted from grieving race.
R.I.P. Brian Williard, a.k.a. funnyphilosopher.
Homey died yesterday. Earlier in the week, he had consumed too much alcohol in too little time, and stopped breathing. Help did not arrive in time.
My grief surprised me, given that, when my mother died in 2011, I never grieved at all. However, that occurred in special circumstances. (Link)
Sin and death don’t have the last word.
A better life is available to you.
If you want it, and will work for it,
you can have it.
I will recite that often on The William Tell Show. It’s the sort of thing one hears from Barack Obama.
Strategies pertain to long-range goals, or a basic posture one means to maintain over a long period of time. Tactics are plans of what to do from moment to moment. In this chapter and the next I set forth the strategies and tactics known to me, that I personally use.
Other may know others; others may know better. In my work in therapy, I have been astonished how much is known to psychologists that is not common knowledge — probably because the media would rather keep people at each others’ throats than help them improve their own lives. (Compare, for example, at this writing, the recent spasms of abuse by Senators Feinstein and Grassley in the Brett Kavanaugh matter.)
“Seek and you will find.”
There’s no end of irony in that I write this now not based on what I have accomplished, but based on what I have yet to accomplish. I myself do not yet do these things.
Seek peace, and you will find it — or create it. Seek turmoil, and you will find it — or create it. The Way of Peace entails seeking peace.
One may face dozens of decisions each day, between a path that will maintain or enhance one’s peace of mind, and a path that would destroy it. It can be as simple as choosing a self-affirming, self-loving act over a self-destructive one. It can be a choice of attitude towards a project or a relationship that may occupy one’s attention for hours or days.
In “the rooms” of the Twelve Step movement, we speak of changing “people, places and things.” People, places and things that were associated with one’s former life of addiction, may need to be sacrificed in order to maintain one’s recovery — one’s newfound peace of mind. Don’t go back to the corners you used to hang on, let alone the bars you used to hang in. Give up activities that used to accompany your drinking or drugging; find new ones. Old friends who used to egg you into self-destructive activities, aren’t likely to be friends to your chosen, new and better course in life.
A change of spouse may be necessary. This is not at all unusual in the recovery movement. The tantrums and turmoil one used to create, while in one’s active addiction, may have left the spouse so emotionally (and/or physically and/or financially) scarred, she or he cannot cooperate with the new self one seeks to be. Given something like PTSD, the spouse may be unwilling or unable to forgive, but instead keep reminding the recovering person of her or his past offenses and behavior patterns. To maintain peace of mind, one may need to get away. Permanently.
There are influences and thought systems to which I will not voluntarily expose myself; for the sake of maintaining peace of mind:
- Noir film or literature: Scenes of torture, betrayal, and evil schemes I would never have thought of on my own, are not consistent with the way I want to think about people.
- WERQ: The only radio station one heard anywhere in Barclay, it was everywhere, spewing forth material produced by and for gangsta wannabes.
- Ta-Nehisi Coates: Currently the darling of the American intelligentsia, he seems to champion exactly that values system most prone to keep the black man bankrupt and in jail. That’s not what I want for the black man.
- Critical theory, including critical race theory and critical gender theory: As I am more oriented towards feelings than ideas, these systems seem to me to be all about deconstructing others’ hopes. I want to create hope, not deconstruct it.
Many times, one can simply choose to be happy — just wish it, and one will be there.
More often, one faces choices among different courses of action or ways to look at things — some of which are more likely than others to let one feel happy, or to bring happy results. It is wise to choose the course of action, or the point of view, most likely to leave you feeling happy. Even in very little things, in minor things, it matters.
Circa 1985, Frank Minirth and Paul Meier produced the landmark Happiness is a Choice.
It is chock full of strategies and tactics, and even exercises, to help one learn to consistently choose happiness. I never read it myself, because it’s written from a perspective of Biblical inerrancy, which was sure to offend me again and again. But it is revolutionary.
Look at opportunities, not obstacles.
Stumbling blocks can become stepping stones.
Almost every cloud has a silver lining somewhere.
The novel Pollyanna told the story of a relentlessly optimistic girl. Years ago, I was fearful of becoming “pollyanna” — relentlessly optimistic — because I supposed it involved denying that the cloud exists, denying that bad things ever happen. In fact, it involves instead a radical acceptance that bad things do happen, and a choice to move through, rather than dwell in, the grief and get on with life.
|If you’re going through hell, keep going.|
|— Winston Churchill|
Opportunities for grief are and always will be available. There will always be a reason to feel sad or angry. The question is how often, how much and how long one will choose to feel that way.
Related: Life in the outer darkness
Look on the bright side.
Rodgers and Hammerstein are about the last place I’d look for wisdom. The song, “My Favorite Things,” from The Sound of Music, is very wise:
|Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things
|* * *|
|When the dog bites, when the bee stings
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad
It works. And in almost any situation, replacing bad feelings with good ones is a good thin in itself. It’s worth it. It leaves one in a better position to deal with the grief one can’t help but feel, and to move on, making positive decisions for oneself and one’s neighbors.
Related: I will not be disappointed.
In Silentium Altum, Amrose Worrall states:
What is an opposite thought?
Worrall was an engineer by trade, and so oriented more towards thoughts and ideas than I am. I am more oriented towards emotions and feelings. Note that the changes speaks of — hope replaces despair, confidence replaces fear, faith replaces doubt — are actually changes of feelings, not thoughts.
Sublimation is the change of one feeling into another, and we each have the right and ability to change one’s own feelings any way one likes. Here is an example of what I actually call “incineration;” from the post, “Some prayer exercises:”
One can use whatever before-and-after images one likes, “from” whatever ugly image may symbolize one’s ugly feelings, “to” whatever lovely image may correspond to one’s desires; with the substance involved changing — substantially — as one makes the change.
One who practices Presence becomes able to do all this without having to enter silence and without having to imagine.
Friday, October 6.
I arrived at the shelter where I stay at 14:32. There was no line of people waiting admission. They nominally open the gate at 14:30, but in fact sometimes do at 14:15, 14:00 or even 13:00. When I later asked what time they’d opened today, I was told 14:30. That can’t be factual, though: given current intake procedures, they can’t possibly have processed 30+ persons in two minutes.
Marvin arrived at the same time. I stayed outside to finish a cigarette, and he slipped in in front of me. He got assigned #41, “my” bunk, a bottom bunk. I got assigned the only available remaining bunk, #40, a top bunk and thus much less desirable.
If I had arrived only 30 seconds earlier, I would have been assigned “my” bunk, a bottom bunk, the one much more desirable. I found myself scouring my memory as to anything I could have done to have left church even 30 seconds earlier. I would recognize the mistake of looking only at my last activities before leaving; whereas 30 seconds at any point during the day would have made the difference.
I would recognize that I was “bargaining.”
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Friday, October 14
At the homeless shelter where I stay, bunks are supposed to be assigned daily strictly on a first-come, first-served basis. But they try to give each man the same bunk as he had the night before. It’s an imperfect system.
About a month ago, we got a whole new crew of peacekeepers. They have their own favorites, and I am not among them. About ten days ago, Kelvin and Marvin were in line behind me. Steve, who was assigning bunks, sent word out to ask if they were there. They got called in and assigned their bunks. I got turned away.