No
one can make another feel right about their self,
and
every human possessed of a personal inner reality
has
doubt about the rightness of their self,
(except
males at the extreme end of the aggressive scale, and females so on the
sexual;
the
former, a case of being barely civilized; the latter being the apparent
intended norm).
No
creature lacking thought, (and hence an inner reality),
has
any doubt about itself;
no
feeling that it personally may not be quite, right;
without
an individual inner reality such is not possible;
automatic
instinct will drive it to do all that it does proper to its species,
and
it with no capacity for doubting what it does or what it is.
Man
alone can feel that he is not-quite-right;
that
he personally is somehow not up to par -- fully acceptable,
and
much of his civilized life is spent in seeking assurance from others that
he is.
Ordinary
men solicit such support in both informal and professional settings,
from
friends and family; from priests and psychiatrists.
All
normal, sane people in the tribe of homo sapiens feel naturally, to some
degree, that they are not quite right,
and
just as intuitively do they seek for another to tell them otherwise.
As
is endless the case with city affairs,
the
view from outside of town plainly shows not only that this never occurs,
but that humanity is made to ignore the failure,
(nothing
more than another example, from the mortal perspective,
of
how life currently goes about its business in man).
No
amount or type of talk with another human being, friend or paid consultant,
will change how a person feels about their self.
Regularly
intelligent people will say that decades of analysis,
or
a lifetime of discussing and pondering their feelings of not being quite
right
have
definitely lessened their intensity when all that has happened is that
they
have gotten older and their sex drive has distinctly decreased.
Everyday,
educated people’s inner reality makes them believe that their feeling of
not being quite right is due to some experiences, or series of same
in their life, generally prescribed to be of such negative impact as to
make the person
banish
it from their inner reality -- razure it from memory;
(another
dazzling move by life to provide man’s mind with a super convenient explanation
for
a
matter he obviously is not intended to look into, [not in any large numbers
at least]),
Nothing
occurs in any person’s life which makes them have a feeling that
they
are somehow -- not quite
right;
not
lack of affection; not presence of abuse;
experience
does not cause humans, (in their inner reality),
to
feel doubts about who they are and how they live -- being a human,
alive does.
Things
are arranged in man’s inner, thought driven reality such that
he
is made to believe (or at least publicly profess to)
that not only are
post
natal occurrences in the outer reality the cause of his feelings of
doubt
concerning the rightness of who he presently seems
to be,
but
that such feelings can be changed -- primarily via verbal
assurance from another that such is not truly the case and that the feelings
are unjustified.
Perfectly
sane, normal people say, with a serious contenance and tone,
that
they know such change to be possible when,
(as in all
the other various stories covered here),
the
plain, in-sight, everywhere-around-man evidence is totally to the contrary,
but
life’s present arrangement with man is that it demonstratively wants him
to
think that his individual feeling of not being quite up to acceptable par
is
probably, if not surely, undeserved,
and
can be changed -- done away with even -- through endlessly talking
about it,
and
the ultimate assurance by aother human being that you are, “Just fine.”
With
a bit of readily available sarcasm and very little effort,
such
people and their clearly spurious beliefs can be held in ridicule,
but
the few, wanting-to-get-to-the-bottom-of-things are in no position
that
affords
them such privilege;
they
too feel themselves to be, not-quite-right
--
but
on a higher – more metaphysical level,
and
this take may not be without substance,
but
in one specific feature, their situation is the same as everyone else’s,
(s.c.);
their inner reality tells them that their feeling of not being quite
right,
of
not being fully awake and conscious,
can
be changed, or at least meaningfully affected by
something
that another can say.
The
apogee of this is in the revered concept of a student needing
verification
by a Master that he has achieved the goal,
that
he is in fact now, Enlightened,
or Awake,
but
all the territory this side of that, (what-should-be),
curious notion
is
littered by smaller facets of the same idea, viz:
that
through detailing minutely, (and endlessly if necessary),
your
self perceived short comings and overall vague feeling that
you,
as an individual, human-being-person are somehow not-quite-right,
to
some other human-being-person, that they, (with the proper knowledge,
of course),
will
be able to say something to you which will finally clear everything up,
and
make all such feelings go away.
No
other human being can do or say anything to you that will change the way
you naturally feel about yourself;
there
is, (as long ago discovered by a few), the possibility
of, (shall we say),
un
naturally doing so -- entirely
on your own,
and
the foundation absolutely necessary, which few ever establish,
is
the personal realization, understanding -- and thus acceptance-of
--
the
clear fact that everyone, (save male madmen & female sexbombs),
feels
that they are not quite right for the job of being whoever they are.
The
intent herein each day is never to be discouraging,
but
the unavoidable truth is:
you
can never reach the mythical, enlightened inner land of Shangri La
until
you fully realize the precise nature of where you presently reside;
you
cannot get to there
without recognizing for yourself what here
is,
and
it is not what
life has the other six billion sane, normal people around you saying, individually
and collectively, that it is.
The continued giving notice to what other humans say is going on
only encourages your feelings of them being fools -- which keeps
you one.
Operationally speaking: no one else on this planet knows what is going on,
Though no one can tell you, what-is-going-on,
what
someone who-knows can
do is similar to the sculptor, who when asked
how
he produces a statue from an undistinguished piece of stone, replied that
if,
for instance, he intends to sculpt a horse,
he
simply chips away everything that does not look like a horse;
something
like this, someone else can
do for you:
chip
away everything that is not
what you are looking for --
but it is still you who must ultimately recognize that what is left is a horse.
You
can and should be also your own inner reality sculptor,
and
through your private, unbiased investigation,
chip
away from your mind’s undistinguished natural mass,
everything
that does not look like IT
--
(or
from another verbal perspective):
you do not really have to, wake-up if you will just chip away and discard everything that does not look like being awake.
J