Posts Tagged ‘happiness’

Unintended consequences of meditation

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My healing journey floundered through therapies with little impact.

Healing seemed impossible until I wandered into a new hybrid therapy that used mindfulness, ACT (Acceptance and Commitment therapy).

Being obsessed with healing, I meditated with a vengeance. Five hours a day for five years.

Healing was slow without direction or the wisdom needed to heal, so I sat more.

Healing arrived in subtle ways at first, then plotted a path to wellbeing.

Unintended consequences arrived with the planned ones.

My compassion center opened wide and I could feel others suffering intimately.

To this day seeing homeless people tears at me emotionally.

I feel their suffering immediately, it impacts my life, my thoughts, and my emotions.

It is a helpless feeling, I can not impact all this suffering.

My happiness is clouded with knowing these souls suffer in my midst.

Most people ignore or do not see these souls as people worth caring about.

Yesterday, while buying a pizza for my grandkids inside this crowded market, I asked for a extra slice.

While buying that piece of pizza, I announced that slice was for the homeless guy at the exit.

It was not to enhance my ego, but to show others it is ok to care and give.

Most were shocked, a few smiled and I could see the givers amongst me.

We need to be a country of givers, a society of compassionate souls.

The landscape I see does not resemble giving, we have become takers as a country.

Open your compassion center, giving to the less fortunate is a road that leads to a happy, fulfilled life.

We think money and power lead to happiness.

Happiness is not an isolated feeling, hard to be happy with suffering overwhelming our landscape.

Please share your feelings on others suffering.

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Happiness is permanent.

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Happiness is permanent.

It is always there.


What comes and goes is unhappiness. 


If you identify with what comes and goes, you will be unhappy.

If you identify with what is permanent and always there, you are happiness itself.

Poonjaji, 1910 – 1997, Indian non-dualist teacher

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The Deepest Meaning!

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“The Self Compassion Skills Workbook”

The deepest meaning of self-compassion is relating to every part of ourselves with compassion.

We have compassion for our anxiety,

for our loneliness,

and even for our self-criticism.

It means that every thought, every feeling, and every behavior can be embraced with compassion.

In fact, when we learn how to have compassion for the parts of ourselves that give us the most discomfort and pain, we discover that growth and healing become much easier.

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Limit the noise!

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In the TV series “Elementary” Holmes decries, resist filling your mind with unimportant data. It works much better using less bandwidth.

Worthless trivia clogs the mind, think what trauma thoughts do to the minds ability to focus.

We can only focus on a finite amount of data at one time.

I,truly believe this and have benefitted greatly.

Trauma or unworthy thoughts get less time in my consciousness.

At the first signs of my mind grasping negative thought, I breathe and come back to now. Sight is my anchor for coming back to now.

Very simple for me, I have come back to now letting go of thought, until it is habit.

Does not take talent or intelligence, it is repetition, it is concrete and immediate. Takes more willpower and courage than smarts.

We can learn how to stop judging and start observing life.

Try it today, give up judging, come back to now, immerse yourself in what your eyes see.

Observe not judge.

It will change your personality.

Expecting different result from the same behavior is crazy.

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Can you tolerate ?

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Can you tolerate Focusing the senses on the present environment without narration.

In simple words can you take in what the eyes see, the ears hear and the nose smells without judgment.

Start small, how about the next five minutes.

If we can do it for five minutes, fifty minutes is possible.

Take action, small repetitive practices like this make big changes.

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Hiding in plain Sight!

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Most people I run across have lost sight of the importance of gratitude and kindness.

We all think we are flawed or we need to change, overcome or cure something to be happy.

Gratitude becomes hidden, buried amongst unfulfilled desires, replaced by Worry, doubt and unworthiness.

Hard to be grateful when we feel loss, hurt, sadness, anger, hate, jealousy or depression.

If we have a disorder like Anxiety, PTSD, depression, bi polar etc., how often do we feel gratitude.

We have a mountain of gratitude, an unlimited amount of kindness available right now.

We search for all these external cures when vast amounts of gratitude and kindness are available right below the surface.

Gratitude for ourselves remains hidden deeper, harder to find.

I know people who shower others with kindness, then ignore giving any praise for themselves.

In fact, many feel unworthy, who shower others with praise and kindness.

How can we be grateful right now?

We have to let all those false judgments about who we are go!

We are present, in this moment, focused and aware, that is enough.

The mind can be trained to focus, to empty itself of ruminating thought and be present in this moment.

All the noise fades into oblivion, and we see what has been in front of us all along, hidden in the confusion of thought and negative emotions.

How will you know if a better way of living is available?

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Who am I?

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I was given my identity from my parents, my mother said God made me to be a professional baseball player. My father had stronger convictions about who I was.

Of course my “Ego” was created around this edict. “Who am I” was decided for me, “I” did not have a say according to my parents.

Before 30 I was out of professional baseball, who was I now has always been a conundrum for me.

My father treated me differently depending on my performance. Yes, it was complete conditioned love ❤️. A toxic love of brutality and control.

What hapoens when your first caregivers steal your identity?

You wander through life lost, looking for meaning, relevance, identity.

At 67 my “Ego” has dropped that baseball ⚾️ moniker.

It was hard to accept others definition of who you are.

My childhood was stolen. It is our job to limit the impact to just our childhood.

It was only my childhood, I have found out “Who I am “ during my healing journey.

I am not any label and definitely not unworthy.

I am present, aware and focused. That is enough!

I am a giver, a person with large amounts of gratitude, a content, calm, kind man.

That last sentence did not appear without great effort on my journey.

Find your true self through inner exploration and discovery.

Trauma is an invisible prison!

Refuse to label, stay present, alive, and active.

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