I had a very weird epiphany when I woke up today, well, before I woke up actually. I was told by my dream world that whatever is alive, isn’t mine. It doesn’t belong to me.
My body for instance, is alive and therefore is not mine – it isn’t me. It’s part of the world, made from the world, consists of the same elemental ratio’s as the moon and the stars.
I understood this on a cellular level. I understood exactly why and how my body isn’t me/mine.
My eyelids are no more mine than the grass growing on somebody else’s lawn.
This thought was as clear to me as one of my ayahuasca insights – a plain truth that can’t be told in words, only felt.
We are like puppet masters. We have perfect control over anything and everything alive, but we go about it the wrong way. We go about it in the way of “ownership” when in fact, we own nothing. We think what we own we can control, but since we own nothing, we can’t control anything – but we can!
It’s hard to explain, obviously. I mean, how do you explain the unexplainable?
The more effort you put into your garden, the more fruitful it becomes. If you don’t tend to it, you’ll get nothing. It’s a respect thing.
When you stop believing you lord over your manor, body and possessions, you start respecting them more. You understand that you actually have to care for them, and not the other way around.
Respect is very powerful but we got it all wrong. We don’t understand the true meaning of respect.
What giveth can taketh away.
Belief is also powerful.
People who worry all the time, like hypochondriac’s and over-protective parents, they may worry over things, but they don’t actually “believe” anything bad will happen. Nobody does.
If you believe the worst will happen, that’s fear and whatever you fear happening will come true.
People who worry take preventative measures in tending to their garden so the “fear” never reaches them. They believe as long as they stay diligent in their worrying, they’ll never have to face the belief that something bad will come.
I don’t condone worrying, I’m not saying that. Only, that worriers often tend to things and take great care. It’s not the best way to go about living and certainly not the only way.
If you can help something, why worry about it? If it can’t be helped, why worry? I think I read that on a Buddha meme.
If you want to “own” a plot of land, what you’re actually committing yourself to doing is taking care of it. Not owning it, but tending to it. Like children, like your body, and even your friends, you tend to these things. Not out of ownership or control, but for a greater good that no one is capable of understanding yet. I can’t even grasp it even though ayahuasca told me repeatedly why: To evolve. And that we can only evolve together.
It’s not about expecting reciprocation for your efforts of involvement – it should never be about expectation or assumption. Tending a garden is a bad example.
We are walking, talking, bodies of influence. That’s all that we are.
It’s now a few days later, maybe a week. I’m not sure why I didn’t publish this post. It was basically done.
But anyway, I don’t feel good. I’m exhausted. Owning a business is a cruel joke.
My up’s and down’s are all over the place. Just last week I felt the happiest I’ve ever been in my entire life – no joke or embellishing – I was on top of the world. This week however, I’m back at feeling lousy.
I’m going to tell you something that I discovered last week and omg, it works! It sounds so simple that you’d mistake it for something stupid.
I discovered the power of prayer (I’ll tell you why I prayed in a little bit). The way I did it was, I lit a candle and stared into the flame asking it to grant me strength. I also asked my ancestors for help. You know, like tribespeople do.
I learned in my shaman ceremony experiences that fire eats away demons. You should always look into the fire and it sucks the demons out of you through your eyeballs.
That’s why I prayed with a candle. I put two and two together. Catholicism and shamanism.
So anyway, I prayed and went to sleep and wouldn’t you know it, the next day I felt amazing. More amazing than can be put into words. My business made over $1700 that week and I was finding joy again aside from washing sheets.
But if you don’t continually tend to something, it wears off. Once you start expecting it to last, once you stop respecting it and thinking that your success is your own doing and not something celestial, or that it’s a “right” and not a privilege, you start to sink again.
Nothing is in my control but at the same time, it is! It has something to do with being humble. Being humble and believing in something bigger than you. Something bigger, but it’s also in you at the same time. Like a coalescence.
Oh God its so hard to explain. But if I ignore or don’t acknowledge this bigger power and rely solely on myself and what I think I can control, I fail. When I stop respecting God in a way. By showing no acknowledgment for a higher power shows that I don’t respect him.
Could this possibly be the secret into “The Secret”? Into the Law of Attraction? By simply acknowledging and respecting a higher power? By not proclaiming ownership or control over everything we enjoy or care about?
Ayahuasca tried drilling this into my skull that I must let everything go and to trust. Over and over again she kept repeating, “let it go. Trust. Let it go. Trust.”
But then she said everything is in my control. Everything that happens to me is all my own doing.
Me – “But how do I change anything?”
Aya – “You must let go of it first.”
Being humble and showing gratitude….I understood gratitude and appreciation for the first time last week.
A major reason why I prayed was because of that horrible thing that happened in work a few weeks back that involved the cops. It led to an awful review on Yelp. It was one of the lowest points in my life – so low in fact, that it made me say “fuck it. Fuck it, I don’t care anymore.” That helped ease the burden a bit.
But then I prayed. I prayed and Yelp taken down that awful review the very next day.
The reason why I felt appreciation had nothing to do with Yelp taking down the review. It’s hard to explain but I’ll try….
Before this whole ordeal with the cops started, I was worried about the business. Worried over financial matters and little else, but still, it was a heavy burden.
But then the cops showed up at my doorstep and I wasn’t just worried anymore, I was terrified. This terror lasted for weeks until that man left his nasty review on Yelp and my terror escalated into insurmountable water boarding torture.
But now that it’s finally over, I realized that I wasn’t appreciative before the cop incident happened. Before the incident, I felt the height of my anxiety was at its max over my financial situation and I had very little to be appreciative for.
“It can always be worse.”
That phrase taught me what it means to be truly appreciative. You’d have to experience it for yourself to understand what I mean. Things can always be worse.
I learned so much from this incident – so freaking much. I learned that things can always be worse, but more importantly, I learned to respect and acknowledge that nothing is in my control. It’s like I have to hand everything over. To put it down. And by putting it down, only then can it be in my control – but it’s not at the same time because if I think I can control something, I never actually put it down in the first place.
I feel like I’m losing my mind.
I have no kids, I don’t work much, my mom makes me dinner and my dad takes care of the house – I have a tremendous amount of time to be alone and philosophize and even when I do work, my hands are occupied but my mind isn’t. I have virtually no distractions that derail me from really sinking in and trying to comprehend all this stuff.
But after learning appreciation, I actually want to be in work. I want to massage again if it’s only to get the business back on tract. I’m starting to respect it, you know? I’m respecting and appreciating everything that I already have. I want to tend to my garden.
All this blows my mind. How I can see everything fitting together too nicely, too completely.
Respect shows lack of control over a thing (or a person), Appreciation also shows lack of ownership (control). Humility acknowledges a higher power. They all fit together.
Plus if you tie in Strength with everything else – it takes a very strong person to hand over their control. It takes a Brave person.
The opposite of all this? A power seeker. Someone who lets fear govern them. A power seeker will never inherit peace of mind or happiness. They’ll never hand over their power or relinquish their ego.
I have to remember all this. I absolutely positively can NOT forget any of it.
I don’t understand yet how happiness is a state of mind, not a destination. It’s all about the journey and not the end point. I don’t relate to any of that yet but I’m extremely close to finding it.
After praying with the candle – literally right after – I felt it. The happiness. And I feel it every time I write or do a video blog. And I don’t think it has anything to do with happiness, but rolling with everything, you know? Sort of like being stronger than life’s punches.
Happiness is not obtainable, but withstanding the punches is. It’s how we react to the punches, that’s how we spread our influence out into the masses.
Anyway, aside from all that, I had a crazy lucid dream last night. As always, whenever I have a lucid dream, I grab the nearest person and start making out with them – it doesn’t matter who they are. If it’s a man, that’s great, if it’s a female, I’ll settle. My libido is astronomical. And I’m so passionate! The kissing alone sends me into ecstasy which confuses me since I thought I had to love the person for the ecstasy part to happen.
But then I stopped being lucid and turned into a big human-sized ant fighting for a Captain ant in his ant army. It wasn’t a bad dream and the armor accessories were pretty cool.