Hell yeah! F*** the self!
I had this encounter yesterday, the first time somebody has actually intentionally harmed one of my kids. This annoying kid knocked my eldest daughter off her bike intentionally. I told him off and then my wife came out and told him even more furiously. The kid was with his siblings on bikes too and went back to his dad and lied that I was taking pictures of them. So his dad came over asking why are you taking pics of my kids. I was shocked at how calm I was, I just said I am not taking pics of your kids, me and my missus told your little one off for knocking into my little girl (not really little anymore) and didn’t like getting told off so has come running to you making up I am taking pics of him. I have kids myself, you think I would take pics of somebody else’s kid without permission. He then told off his boys for hurting a girl and made them all take their bikes in and go inside lol.
In the past I would have been too afraid to talk with someone like him. He is an ex prison convict, for burglary. He is one of the local tough guys most people fear. His friends look like the sort of people who would beat you to death for fun. His kids are terrible though, they make me want to use the derogatory term we have here called chavs. I was surprised to see my aggression triggered towards children though. They really have no fear or boundaries about doing whatever they want these kids. One of them climbed on a roof of a shed and urinated in a neighbours garden recently too. I am pretty sure there will be other clashes with this family ahead too. The residual affects of the aggression lasted the rest of the day until sleep.
Great description, I am stealing that one.
Same, it is getting easier to see into my inner workings openly and sincerely.
My dad used to always call me a sniveller.
That is deep. I came to a similar conclusion too. I am trying to be less pathetic bit by bit too.
Yes, it is what I didn’t like about AF at first, I knew it was going to change me and I would not be the same ever again.
Yes, but is more a base attention for me rather than the need for a relationship or love. It was more an egoic need for attention and lust.
Yes, PCE’s not since 2007 but EE’s are happening regular now. Your description is in line with what I have experienced. But the problem is not feeling safe when I am not in these states. My sense of self is this vigilant gatekeeper who believes he knows best in keeping me safe, I am afraid to give way…to concede control…it is weird…
Yes, I have always been a deeply fascinated and curious kid. I always turned that fascination into creative input though, linking new ideas and creating a new internal world from the things that fascinated me. If I had just followed that fascination directly, I think I would have had a PCE sooner in my life. I agree, most of my EE’s have had that fascination, wonder and curiosity in play.
Yes and yet my need for safety, a sense of self obsessed with safety, perpetuates its own feeling of unsafety to try and then assuage that feeling and project that only I can make myself feel safe again. I am seeing this clearly at play now, I am the unsafety and the false promise of safety all in one.
Yes, I felt like that bubble had varying thickness, and seeing family and friends ill/hurt/suffer thickens that bubble and then when you suffer and are hurt it thickens more until its almost opaque and not transparent and there is no way out of the suffering it seems. But that barrier really is still just a bubble and it can pop at any time and the actual can come through or as close to the actual as possible with felicity and EE’s.
Yes, look at me it has taken a over a decade to get to a point of regular EE’s. It is so easy to get side tracked, make excuses, get pulled into love and other challenges. Maybe “I” can’t feel bad about something that won’t be my reward.
Haha, so true. That was why writing is addictive too. I believed I was going to be somebody so important and special and when it didn’t seem to be happening I still had the pleasure of making worlds in which I could be special or important. Alternative realities where my life turned out better.
