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Eureka… ! (Phew)

I just had an epiphany. ๐Ÿ™‚

I’ve been in a shocking grump since yesterday evening.

Yesterday morning, the sun was shining for the first time in what feels like forever. I was beginning to think we had moved to Narnia – the land of interminable winter. But the sun didn’t so much stream as positively gush through the window and I stretched into it and felt instantly energised. I was positive, buzzing, happy… But by the evening, the grump of the previous day had returned.

I can list my grievances: the cold is back, it is snowing again, I have two very poorly people at home and feel rather run ragged, I’m tired (when my alarm went off this morning, I was more asleep than I have been in an age). And on a bigger scale, my family situation is more screwed up than any I have heard of, other than in books giving extreme examples of how wrong families can go…

So, I was hanging out the laundry this morning, with that catalogue of disaster running through my head. On loop. Again and again and again. And above it all I clearly remember these two sentences registering:

“I feel like I’m on a fucking rollercoaster. I hate it.”

“So get off. “

Now I read and listen to people I admire and respect speaking about the power of thought all. the. time. And intellectually I get it. I totally understand that your thoughts can change your life. That what you think is what you become. After all, the man in my life had begun to cower in a corner as I quite literally became my grump. My head was aching, my brow knit, my shoulders slumped.

But I’m not kidding – when I heard those words (which I guess I thought to myself anyway, huh?) “So get off.” it was as though a lightbulb had switched on over my head.

I got off.

The headache lifted that instant.

I straightened up, smiled. It had gone.

I remember reading both Eckhart Tolle and Byron Katie talking about moments of total turnaround. I suspect theirs were much more profound and life-altering, and permanent. I’m not claiming for an instant to have cracked it.

But for today, at least, my world has changed.

And isn’t today all we have?


Ox-Carts…

“You need to know the strength of the ox cart, and not overload it.”
Ajahn Chah

Teddy was awake all night.

Again.

All night.

I watched every one of those hours pass.

So when 7.30 rolled around and it was time to get up, rouse the troops, help those who couldn’t find pants and socks, get the porridge bubbling, the lunchboxes emptied, cleaned and filled, bread toasted and baby goop prepared and shovelled into an ever-moving target, I was destroyed.

No. I wasn’t.

Curse you victim consciousness! ๐Ÿ™‚

I am no longer able to make those statements.

In the very recent past, I would have pulled myself out of bed with a whole raft of grumblings, complaints, injustices and dissatisfactions pushing my shoulders towards the floor. You know the sort of thing: “This is so unfair. Why didn’t he let me sleep just two consecutive hours? I can’t face doing breakfast. I’m exhausted. It’s so unfair. This is going to kill me…”

Indeed, learned response almost had me there this morning. But I can’t do it any more. Having read Lynne Forrest‘s Guiding Principles for Life Beyond Victim Consciousness and learned of Byron Katie’s formula for turning your life on its head in The Work, statements such as “I am destroyed” don’t work any more. I’m tired. Sure. Very. It’s been three nights. And it’s okay to be tired. What isn’t okay is to become a victim of my tiredness; to be curt with Jem, to be short and moody with my boys. Victim consciousness, it seems, takes your victimhood and imposes it on those around you. “I am exhausted and unhappy about it,” it says “so I’m going to make sure everyone else suffers, too.”

It’s terribly easy to fall back into the trap of victimhood, to feel sorry for yourself and bemoan your lot, but it helps absolutely nothing. And I say this without a shred of judgment – no evaluation of myself or of anyone else who falls into the trap. It’s a symptom of our society today, after all. It is a simple statement of fact. If I succumb to being a victim of my life, and project that victimhood onto those around me, not only am I deeply unhappy, but I drag everyone who comes into contact with me into that low energy forcefield.

Days like today are the most dangerous: tiredness can fog the thinking. We tend to act ‘on autopilot’ when tired, and old patterns of thinking and behaviour are all too easily re-entered. So how do we deal with the difficult days? Because some days just are more difficult than others, for whatever reason. It’s okay to have problems, it’s human to have problems, but it’s the way we deal with them that dictates our entire world. We’ve all heard the term ‘Positive Mental Attitude’ (and already I’m ducking out of the way of the barrage of things about to be thrown at me) but, pure and simple, it’s true. If your perspective is essentially one of positivity, health and growth, then that will be your experience of your immediate environment right now. If your perspective is one of negativity, depression and defeat… today will suck. The quote at the top of this page is pertinent to this very topic: know your limitations. If you are tired, then today is not the day to become a slave to your to-do list. Pare it down to the bare essentials, the minimum. Anything non-essential can simply wait.

My meditation yesterday took the form of a very long, very hot bath (midday no less – shock horror!) with an inspiring book. It was the second consecutive night of very little sleep and I knew I was good for nothing much. My priority, at such times, is of course to keep it together for my family, so while Teddy was asleep and everyone else at their educational establishments, I took the opportunity to shore myself up for the after-school onslaught. I emerged sparkling, shiny and ready for anything. Actually, and I’m not exaggerating, it was probably the most blissfully happy and at-ease-with-the-world I’ve ever felt. Bertie’s boisterousness barely touched me, his brothers’ various demands and need for attention were met without a hitch. Indeed, such was the benefit of a little self-nurture, that I even had the energy to bake a banana cake, bath the youngest three and nitcomb two of them (my efforts were rewarded with not a nit – hallelujah!)

As for our supper…

… Jem cooked ๐Ÿ™‚


Victim Consciousness

The last few days I have been grappling with the concept of victim consciousness. (I suspect this is only the beginning of conversation on this thorny subject). You hear it all the time: “He’s such a victim!”, “Don’t be such a martyr!” and we all know the kind of person that sort of statement conjures to our minds. But what we often fail to realise is just how insidious and embedded in our collective societal behaviour victim consciousness is, and of course just how much we succumb to it ourselves. It has been eye-opening for me to realise the extent of it in my own life and consciousness. And humbling, frankly.

I should make it clear that I’m not talking about the literal interpretation of victim, such as the elderly couple who fall victim to a con-man or the schoolgirl victimย  to the playground bully. What I am talking about is our own perception of ourselves as victim to our own lives.

There are, of course, the more obvious causes of victimhood, a word which can often be replaced with the term self-pity: something major happens in your life, rocks your world, knocks you for six. You lose a parent, your home is repossessed, your spouse loses a job – all legitimately earth-shattering events. And I am not suggesting for a minute that those things aren’t devastating. We all need to go through a process that enables us to make sense of it, to find a place to put it, to make it a part of our story without making it central to our lives. We are only human, after all.

Lynne Forrest, who can be found here, describes the tricky field of victim consciousness thus:

“Iโ€™ve found that moving out of victim consciousness requires that we move into its opposite, observer consciousness.

A primary requirement for accessing observer consciousness is the knowledge that our thoughts and beliefs generate our feelings, and prompt our behavior. In other words, our reactions and feelings about others and our life situations determine our state of mind, NOT those people and situations. When we respond from that understanding we do not feel the need to personalize what people say and do. We understand that our life situations do not cause our reactions โ€“ our thoughts do.”

In other words (and here’s a mantra for you): It isn’t what happens to you, but how you deal with it that counts.

Of course, before you even begin down this road, a large degree of emotional honesty is required: are you completely honest with yourself? Can you face up to your problems / faults / failings / tendencies / ingrained unhealthy habits? Not to anyone else, necessarily, but to yourself? Can you (and this is a big and important one) question yourself honestly? Examine your actions and their motivations with total frankness? We are all capable of shining a flattering light on our behaviours, of presenting them from a different angle in order to gloss over the less attractive parts. We have probably all, after the event, been ashamed of something but not wanted to own that emotion and so put a little spin on it, given it a flavour it perhaps didn’t truly have, in order to present ourselves in a better light.

I’ll hold my hand up to having a big problem with all this. It is all too easy to pass the blame to pretty much anything in my life: people, circumstances, tiredness (as mentioned before)… but ultimately, I am attempting to teach myself to understand, no one and nothing can make you feel anything. People can try to shame you, but unless you have broken your code, strayed from a path of integrity, then shame and guilt are not yours to feel. They can try to antagonise you, but unless you actually make the choice to be angry – guess what? – you don’t have to! Similarly with feelings of hurt: if someone sets out to hurt you, it isn’t imperative that they succeed. It is up to you whether to feel sorry for yourself, or to see that the problem does not necessarily lie with you, that circumstances beyond your (and possibly even their) control have led them to behave in a certain way towards you. It need not affect you. And ultimately, of course, it is generally through such adverse conditions that we are compelled to examine ourselves a little deeper, to search a little harder for explanations, to study the process of life and truth just that bit more.

Far less obvious victimhood, however, but just as problematic, consists of the doom-laden thoughts that infiltrate our minds at any given moment of the day.

10.30pm – Exhausted from a long day. Children asleep, baby asleep, head on pillow, eyes closed, just drifting off and… “Waahh!” Baby awake. My instant reaction is: “Oh God. Not again. I’m too tired for this. Why does this always happen?” also translated as “Poor me!”

Just how useful is that reaction?

As I said before, the buck stops with me. This baby of mine would not be causing these perceived problems had I stuck to my guns on the sleep-training front. Even that, though, smacks of blame, doesn’t it? Rather than wasting time on fruitless self-recrimination (after all, what’s done is done and Teddy is all the happier for the extra months in bed with his mummy), what is the solution? I know very well what it is, but it is up to me to instigate it. I have left it a little late, so it will be a little more difficult. But it will not last forever (everything is impermanent), and a little discomfort now will pay dividends in the not-too-distant future. So. Sleep-training here we come!

Byron Katie, the founder of The Work, has produced a story book for children called Tiger, Tiger, Is it True? which encompasses, in simplified form, her philosophy towards a more spiritual, less troubled and more honest life. I have found that first question enormously beneficial. You know when you’re tired, or hungry, when things begin to pile in on top of you and a grumbling tirade begins in your head? “They never bother to pick up their things after themselves. Nobody in this house knows how to use a bin. That woman never smiles. I haven’t slept for months….” After each negative statement you find yourself thinking, I challenge you to summon up every ounce of emotional integrity in your being and ask yourself: Is it true?