The decision maker

I’m constantly reminded of my problem.  I am only conscious of about 15% of my mental activity.  The part of me that is conscious is not running my life.  It is the 85% of mind that is subconscious that is in charge and that part seems to have a different agenda than my consciousness.

My favorite question to ask myself and others is, “who makes the decision to get up in the morning”.  I watch for the decision maker to show their face, but alas I have not found them yet.  Sometimes “I” decide to sleep another hour and then I “wake up” to find I’m in the bathroom or the kitchen putting on breakfast.  Who made that decision?  How was “I” over ruled.

Who decides for you when to get out of bed in the morning?

 

Toxic people

In 1996 or 1997, about two years after I had left an abusive relationship, I was in my osteopath’s office.  My internal arts teacher was also there.  I was complaining of an energy block in my third chakra. It was chronic and persistent.  My osteopath was working on opening my energy and getting it flowing when he asked my teacher’s opinion.  My teacher came over to take a look, then said, “I’m not going in there” as he backed away.

Oh my goodness, was it that bad?  And what was it?  My teacher referred me to Anne Mackenzie an energy healer and intuitive.  The initial session took hours.  She removed everything that was ready to go from the multiple energy bodies that we all have.

The third chakra is about our self will, our personal power, and our ability to assert ourselves in the world.  What Anne “saw” in my third chakra was a huge stake – about four inches in diameter.  It was the accumulative affects of the verbal abuse from my previous partner.

I had thought that I was not taking on the “crap” my partner was putting out.  I was aware that he was a “sick” person and thought that was my defense against internalizing his messages.  However, the conscious mind is only 15% of my mind and apparently the 85% of my mind that was subconscious was not only believing his messages, it was holding on to them.

That relationship had ended two years prior and I had naively thought it was done and over.  I had never dreamed that I was suffering from long term effects.  Needless to say, Anne pulled the stake out and got rid of it.  My feeling of blockage was relieved.

What I learned was that “sticks and stones can hurt my bones, and words can damage my energy body.”   I also learned that my ability to “let words slide off my back” was not as strong as I thought.

I am now more aware of the effects of words and subtle attacks.  I also know that the only way people can attack me or insert stakes into my chakras is if I am vulnerable.  These vulnerabilities are caused by misbeliefs.

For instance, my mother thinks it is good when people she loves yells at her, since it helps them release the tension they carry.  (And carrying tension leads to illness.  So she fulfills her need to be helpful by being yelled at.)  From her actions we can ascertain that she might have beliefs like: ” I have to tolerate abuse for the good of others” or “other people can only relieve their tension through me”.  She might also have, “I am responsible for other people’s health”.  The list of related subconscious beliefs goes on and on..

My actions within that abusive relationship suggest I may have internalized my mother’s beliefs about tolerating abuse.  Having a belief about being responsible for other people’s pain, would lead me to be vulnerable to other people’s verbal attacks.  I might have the tendency to subjugate my power to the needs of other people.  These are all beliefs that can be changed.

Avoiding “toxic” people is great when I’m vulnerable.  However, it is not a long term solution.  I want to heal completely and become invulnerable.  Uncovering my misbeliefs and correcting them is the way I obtain freedom from toxic people.  If I’m not vulnerable, they are not toxic.

Hitchhiking

I was driving to the post-office yesterday when a gentleman, nearly in the middle of the road, stood with his thumb out.  He seemed determined to get a ride.  I stopped, lowered my window and asked where he was wanting to go.  I thought I could not be much help since I was only going a couple miles, but it turned out he was also going to 7th street.

circulator bus stop

The Neighborhood Circulator Bus Stop

I told him to get in.  He rushed back to the curb to get his bag, while I removed the extra items off the passenger seat and secured my valuables.

Although many people are wary of hitchhikers I don’t let irrational fear hinder me from picking up people that need a ride or hitching a ride myself.  There are a couple of rules of thumb that I rely on.

First – always trust one’s intuition.  I don’t enter into situation that make me feel uneasy.  Acting from the gut and not rationalizing away uneasiness is the best way to proceed.

Second, always ask where the other person is going without giving away your information.  For instance, if I’d decided the gentleman I provided a lift for was “off” during our conversation, I could have simply said I’m not going where he wants to go and then driven off alone.

Now, I’m a little paranoid and always expect a threat.  This is a result of childhood trauma.  I don’t want to live my life from a paranoid place, but I do indulge myself a little.  Once the person is my car I make sure my purse or other valuables is not within their reach.  I also use my peripheral vision to keep an eye on them.

In this case, I picked up a man that I could easily overpower (assuming he did not have the same martial arts training I’ve got).  And, although I’ve gotten the intuitive assessment that he is just an old guy that needs a ride to the drug store, missed the free neighborhood circulator bus, and is burning up in the heat, I am still casually watching to see if he produces a weapon.  (I laugh at myself.)

This ride ended uneventfully at Walgreens, where he told me, “love ya” and gratefully exited my car.  I guess I am just an extension of the neighborhood circulator.  Feels good.