She’s just sitting there again.
Like before? Just sitting there thinking about all the things that she doesn’t like about her life? Why does she do that? It’s like putting us in prison. Doesn’t she feel how much it hurts us?
Oh she feels our hurtin’ bad kid, she just doesn’t understand.
Doesn’t understand what?
See, unlike animals, humans have language so they develop this framework they call ‘psychology.’
Yeah. See, they can use their mind to talk to themselves, and they mistake their own talking for us.
Why would they mistake their own talking for their soul?
Well, see, they’re kind of loving their pain more than they’re loving us. That’s where they’re focus is. They don’t get that we’re a collection of experiences to be lived. When they’re lost they think that a soul is like this perfect shining thing, and so they keep sitting still and then they use their thoughts to compare themselves to their other thoughts about whatever their personal idea of perfection is.
Perfection?! And they each have their own ideas of perfection???
Yeah. Some wanna be skinny, some wanna be smarter or more popular or richer.
And they think if they get that they’ll get closer to us?
They think those things are us. Like I said, they think we’re a thing.
I’m still confused. What do you mean a “thing?”
Like, uh… an entity. They think we’re like a blob of glowing perfection or something.
A glob of…?
I know. But you gotta understand, they’re innocents. They all start like that. The boss figures if we lose them early, then they have their early life to learn to relax when they’re lost. When they do that they’re immediately home. It actually works pretty good. They call it, surrendering.
So if they go quiet they surrender then we start getting lived, but instead they’re trying to find the peace of surrendering by thinking about some blob of perfection?
They’re ‘better self,’ yeah. And, usually they won’t use the blob, they’ll use some other person –which is even crazier I know –but look– I’m not explaining it good. See, they think we’re like this thing that stays forever. They don’t get that we’re a collection of experiences that leaves oneness and returns to oneness. They don’t get that they have to spend us. They think they have to expose us, or be like us, or be pure, or extra nice or something. They think we’re a thing they get or achieve and not an activity they do.
So why don’t you just tell her!? Otherwise she’ll cry all night again for no reason and then we never get lived!
I know. It’s painful. But that’s all we can do is make it hurt. That’s us yelling as loud as we can. She’s the one that has to get up and walk us toward some unhurt. It can be anything. Peace, relaxation, kindness, generosity, fun, laughing, togetherness, love. She could use the legs and move toward any of those things, but we can’t just whisper in the ear. Her thought-words would drown us out. We talk in feelings.
I dunno why she wouldn’t listen. Otherwise she’s just letting us die inside her for no good reason.
I told you, it’s not like I can turn our feelings into words and then whisper them in her ear.
Then let’s signal someone else and get them to tell her.
Sure. Right. Now how the hell do you propose we do that?
Scott McPherson is an Edmonton-based writer, public speaker, and mindfulness facilitator who works with individuals, companies and non-profit organizations locally and around the world.
Following a childhood accident should have left him dead, Scott McPherson spent his life meditating on thought, consciousness, reality and the self. Seeing the emotional damage done by ego-based overthinking he began dedicating a part of his life to guiding students toward more peaceful and rewarding lives. He is currently a writer, speaker and mindfulness instructor based in Edmonton, Canada.