Post by synapticrythms on May 16, 2010 19:30:52 GMT -5
It is amazing to me what one can find on the internet these days.
I have been seriously searching for a little longer than three years since my wife passed away suddenly. There is nothing like the destruction of a huge ego-identification package like a loving marriage to really stir the existential pot.
My wife and I practiced yoga for about 8 years before her death, but I never really understood what that whole game was for until after she died. I ran across Jed McKenna's books the day after the one year anniversary of my wife's death. The books rewrote my entire life's story in one fell swoop. I dropped all forms of contact with the outside world as much as humanly possible, and I spent Christmas and New Year's of that year writing like a madman, blowing off ego skins like there was no tomorrow.
The writing process outlined in those books has been my main tool until just the last couple of months. Something else is taking place, and I am not sure where exactly I am. I know that it seems like I must feel my way forward rather than intellectualize my way forward. It is disconcerting, because all the tools I have used in the past are just simply useless now.
I have given up trying to gauge progress against anything or anyone, and I find myself with a simple, very deep longing to simply be free of the whole mess, meaning my own spinning of my own web. I can see it happening daily, and I then deconstruct daily. I feel sometimes like I am stuck, and then I realize that my entire life outlook has changed in one week... yet again.
I do know that I enjoy spiritual discussions, because it is the only satisfying use of my time these days.
Nice to meet all of you.
I have been seriously searching for a little longer than three years since my wife passed away suddenly. There is nothing like the destruction of a huge ego-identification package like a loving marriage to really stir the existential pot.
My wife and I practiced yoga for about 8 years before her death, but I never really understood what that whole game was for until after she died. I ran across Jed McKenna's books the day after the one year anniversary of my wife's death. The books rewrote my entire life's story in one fell swoop. I dropped all forms of contact with the outside world as much as humanly possible, and I spent Christmas and New Year's of that year writing like a madman, blowing off ego skins like there was no tomorrow.
The writing process outlined in those books has been my main tool until just the last couple of months. Something else is taking place, and I am not sure where exactly I am. I know that it seems like I must feel my way forward rather than intellectualize my way forward. It is disconcerting, because all the tools I have used in the past are just simply useless now.
I have given up trying to gauge progress against anything or anyone, and I find myself with a simple, very deep longing to simply be free of the whole mess, meaning my own spinning of my own web. I can see it happening daily, and I then deconstruct daily. I feel sometimes like I am stuck, and then I realize that my entire life outlook has changed in one week... yet again.
I do know that I enjoy spiritual discussions, because it is the only satisfying use of my time these days.
Nice to meet all of you.