The Conscious Cataclysm: Sympathy For The Devil

5/25/14

Sympathy For The Devil

Ever since the moon started waning I've been working on letting go of some things that are just not working in my life and things that I feel are holding me back. Among some of those things are negative self talk, and drinking alcohol.

Back in my teens, twenties, and early thirties I drank quite heavily and pretty much every day. Something happened though and the desire to drink was completely taken away from me. I no longer even had a taste for it. I simply didn't want it. It was really weird and could almost be described as being something of a miracle. I didn't drink from my early thirties until just recently and I started drinking a little wine because I felt that would be okay. Wrong...it gave the taste for alcohol back to me.

Like I said I've been working on letting it go along with negative self talk. Something really strange happened in my mind this morning that I want to share with you. I had gotten up really super early....like 3 am early...anyway, I decided to see who was online on a website that men in my area use to hook up. I started talking to a man and found out that he lives near me. There was a problem though....neither of us drive. He was afraid to walk to my place because I live in a pretty rough area of the city. I'm used to it...I've been down on this level for a long time and have become pretty street wise. Actually, I have gotten to know most of the crackheads and prostitutes around here. I was trying to decide if I wanted to walk to his place. I told him that I couldn't make up my mind and he asked me what it would take to convince me. I thought, "Well now..." I told him that I thought that was an interesting, intriguing question. He offered to give me a couple of beers when I got there to rejuvenate me from the exertion of walking there. That did it for me....a chance to hook up and have a few beers....yee haa....

When I got there, the man had a really nice house with expensive stuff all around. He's nice looking and super intelligent and after the dirty deed I'm sitting there drinking my fourth beer in the span of like an hour and we're talking. We had a really good conversation. I found out that he does conflict resolution for law firms, has traveled extensively, and several other facts that made me want to be in his reality instead of the one I'm in. I finished my beer and told him that I had better start walking back home. I started walking and I had a damned good buzz going on. I was making my way through the city back home and suddenly a song popped into my mind. Just the first line....I couldn't remember any more of the lyrics. That first line just kept playing over and over. Please allow me to introduce myself, please allow me to introduce myself. The sun had just started coming up and I'm walking past some of the bars downtown when I started noticing really large cigarette butts on the sidewalk. I've been homeless before and not had any money and have resorted at times to picking up butts like that and smoking them so I started picking up the ones I saw this morning and sticking them in my jacket pocket for hard times.

Enter the negative self talk... I'm not going to go into all that my mind was saying to me but it wasn't good and I knew it but couldn't stop it. All the time that one lyric was playing in the background of all the negative chatter going on. Please allow me to introduce myself, please allow me to introduce myself. I was almost home when I caught a glance of the crescent moon. I remembered how I had intended to let go of the drinking and negative self talk and here I was doing both. I actually started shaking my head and kinda doing hand motions like I was shaking it all off. I did that several times and said out loud while nobody was around, "Shake it off....let it go..."

I got back in my apartment and I sat down at the computer and googled the song lyrics I had been hearing. Turned out it was an old Rolling Stones song...."Sympathy For The Devil." A song about Lucifer introducing himself to somebody. Pretty creepy huh? Now I'm trying to think what the hell that could mean. Did it mean something or was it just a weird coincidence or something? I don't know yet....what do you think? Shake it off...let it go....shake it off....let it go...

Birches

When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay.
Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them
Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning
After a rain. They click upon themselves
As the breeze rises, and turn many-coloured
As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.
Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells
Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away
You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load,
And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed
So low for long, they never right themselves:
You may see their trunks arching in the woods
Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground,
Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair
Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.
But I was going to say when Truth broke in
With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm,
I should prefer to have some boy bend them
As he went out and in to fetch the cows
Some boy too far from town to learn baseball,
Whose only play was what he found himself,
Summer or winter, and could play alone.
One by one he subdued his father's trees
By riding them down over and over again
Until he took the stiffness out of them,
And not one but hung limp, not one was left
For him to conquer. He learned all there was
To learn about not launching out too soon
And so not carrying the tree away
Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise
To the top branches, climbing carefully
With the same pains you use to fill a cup
Up to the brim, and even above the brim.
Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish,
Kicking his way down through the air to the ground.
So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be.
It's when I'm weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig's having lashed across it open.
I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate wilfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree~
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

Robert Frost

From Emerson"s "Self-Reliance"

“There is a time in every man’s education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better or worse as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given him to till. The power which resides in him is new in nature, and none but he knows what that is which he can do, nor does he know until he has tried.”

A Prayer Of The Optina Elders

Prayer of the Optina Elders

O Lord, grant unto me that with Thy peace I may greet all that this day is to bring.
Grant unto me grace to surrender myself completely to Thy holy will.
In every hour of this day instruct and guide me in all things.
Whatever tidings I may receive during this day, do Thou teach me to accept tranquilly in the firm belief that Thy holy will governs all.
Govern Thou my thoughts and feelings in all I do and say. When unforseen things occur, let me not forget that all is sent by Thee.
Teach me to behave sincerely and reasonably toward everyone, that I may bring confusion and sorrow to no one. Bestow on me, O Lord, strength to endure the fatigue of the day and to bear my part in its events.
Guide Thou my will and teach me to pray, to believe, to hope, to suffer, to forgive, and to love.

The Dalai Lama's Approach To Achieving Happiness

"Happiness begins with distinguishing between spirituality and religion. To have a spiritual dimension in your life, you should appreciate your potential as a human being and recognize the importance of inner transformation through a process of mental development.

The art of happiness has many components. It begins with developing an understanding of what are the truest sources of happiness and setting your priorities in life based on the cultivation of those sources. "It involves an inner discipline, a gradual process of rooting out destructive mental states and replacing them with positive, constructive states of mind, such as kindness, tolerance, and forgiveness."

Walt Whitman

"Hours continuing long,
sore and heavy-hearted,
Hours of the duck, when I withdrew to a lonesome and unfrequented spot, seating myself,
leaning my face in my hands; Hours sleepless,
deep in the night, when I go forth,
speeding swiftly the country roads,
or through the city streets, or pacing miles and miles,
stifiling plaintive cries; Hours discouraged,
distracted -- for the one I cannot content myself without,
soon I saw him content himself without me;
Hours when I am forgotten,
(O weeks and months are passing,
but I believe I am never to forget!)
Sullen and suffering hours!
(I am ashamed -- but it is useless -- I am what I am;)
Hours of my torment --
I wonder if other men ever have the like,
out of the like feelings?
Is there even one other like me -- distracted -- his friend,
his lover, lost to him? Is he too as I am now?
Does he still rise in the morning, dejected,
thinking who is lost to him? and at night,
awaking, thinking who is lost?"

Uncovering The True Face

"Withdraw into yourself and look. And if you do not find yourself beautiful yet, act as does the creator of a statue that is to be made beautiful: he cuts away here, he smoothes there, he makes this line lighter, this other purer, until a lovely face has grown upon his work. So do you also: cut away all that is excessive, straighten all that is crooked, bring light to all that is overcast, labor to make all one glow of beauty and never cease chiseling your statue, until there shall shine out on you from it the godlike splendor of virtue, until you shall see the perfect goodness surely established in the stainless shrine."

Piontius "The Enneads"

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas

New Improved Stress Management

Never put both feet in your mouth at the same time because then, you won't have a leg to stand on.
A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.
Some mistakes are too fun to only make once.
Birthdays are good for you. The more you have the longer you live.
Since it's the early worm that gets eaten by the bird, sleep late.
Nobody cares if you can't dance well, just get up and dance. (Unless you're Elaine from Seinfeld)
You may be only one person in the world, but you may also be the world to one person.

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Birches

From Emerson"s "Self-Reliance"

A Prayer Of The Optina Elders

A Method Of Self-Reflection

A Rule Of Thumb

The Dalai Lama's Approach To Achieving Happiness

Walt Whitman

Uncovering The True Face

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

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New Improved Stress Management

Walt Whitman

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