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Authors: Natalie Sudman
Tags: History, General Fiction, Military, Philosophy, Parapsychology, Body; Mind & Spirit, Iraq War (2003-2011), New Thought, Metaphysics, Near-Death Experience
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entered the physical world as a complete being, a full-blown personality, a consciousness with intentions and agreements. My being blown up by a roadside bomb in Iraq isn’t the fault of the person who built the bomb, the person who placed it, or the person who triggered it. It wasn’t bad luck or coincidence. It was an event that my Self cooperatively created and agreed to, and for my Self the event was and is meaningful, creative, and fun. It might have been unnecessary or avoided had I consciously developed different belief systems, but the value of the experience is not diminished because of that fact.
With this understanding, I may be in unpleasant circumstances, but my conscious mind’s joy is understood as a choice that can only be destroyed by my choice of perspective. I can choose to view myself as a victim of circumstance or as a creative instigator and cooperative partner. I can choose to view my circumstance as random and meaningless or find and create the meaning in them. My joy need not be destroyed by a self-absorbed colonel, a terminally ignorant administrator, the incessant cell phone chatter of a self-important suit on the airplane, or losing sight in one eye. My joy is destroyed by believing that they can affect my joy, thereby making it so. The moment I become aware of myself as a Whole Self, I cease to be a victim of anything. Instead, I become the cooperative creator of my own experience, fully responsible. It’s possible to change my trajectory by changing my thoughts.
The wording of that is not meant to imply that I’ve mastered this perspective in my own physical life. This is not always simple to apply . Consciously connecting to the intentions of my Whole Self is not always straightforward, and beliefs are often deeply seated or otherwise difficult to identify, much less dissolve or change. And certainly changing one’s beliefs may sound like an unrealistically simplistic or lame approach to joy for someone starving to death, blinded, or missing limbs—I don’t mean to diminish the reality of pain and anguish: it exists, it is real, and it matters. Personally, being in the throes of a migraine or nerve pain or falling down a flight of stairs because having only one fully functioning eye doesn’t afford the best depth of field, I’m not wondering how I created this torment and leafing through my beliefs to find the source. I am often, however, aware of and at least slightly amused by my perception of these events as flaws in my life. I’m also perpetually sure that I created the experience, so after the cussing has run its course a quick flip through my beliefs or a little chat with my Whole Self is sometimes in order . The differences between the intentions of the Whole Self and the intentions of our conscious physical minds can be a yawning gulf, which can seem confounding if not downright outrageous.
Describing t he idea that we each choose our experiences, no matter how difficult or nasty, worries me for the possibility of an erroneous assumptions being made from the statement. It isn’t someone’s fault if they’re injured or otherwise have a difficult life. Our cultural beliefs support ideas that consider anything less than an idealized perfection to be a flaw, a mistake, a problem, a lack, a weakness, or the wages of sin. Science tells us that only the strong survive, which then makes sickness, age, or injury an implied threat and, again, a fault . Religion tells us that good things happen to good people. It is absolutely essential to understand that, from the perspective of expanded awareness, all experience is valuable. So when I say it is my responsibility and choice that I got blown up, and it is others’ choice that they have been injured or hurt or are living difficult lives, that is not to be interpreted as placing blame. I’m not thinking, It is my fault. I’m more likely to be thinking, It is my unique gift to myself. I can try to appreciate it in some way.
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With this understanding, I may be in unpleasant circumstances, but my conscious mind’s joy is understood as a choice that can only be destroyed by my choice of perspective. I can choose to view myself as a victim of circumstance or as a creative instigator and cooperative partner. I can choose to view my circumstance as random and meaningless or find and create the meaning in them. My joy need not be destroyed by a self-absorbed colonel, a terminally ignorant administrator, the incessant cell phone chatter of a self-important suit on the airplane, or losing sight in one eye. My joy is destroyed by believing that they can affect my joy, thereby making it so. The moment I become aware of myself as a Whole Self, I cease to be a victim of anything. Instead, I become the cooperative creator of my own experience, fully responsible. It’s possible to change my trajectory by changing my thoughts.
The wording of that is not meant to imply that I’ve mastered this perspective in my own physical life. This is not always simple to apply . Consciously connecting to the intentions of my Whole Self is not always straightforward, and beliefs are often deeply seated or otherwise difficult to identify, much less dissolve or change. And certainly changing one’s beliefs may sound like an unrealistically simplistic or lame approach to joy for someone starving to death, blinded, or missing limbs—I don’t mean to diminish the reality of pain and anguish: it exists, it is real, and it matters. Personally, being in the throes of a migraine or nerve pain or falling down a flight of stairs because having only one fully functioning eye doesn’t afford the best depth of field, I’m not wondering how I created this torment and leafing through my beliefs to find the source. I am often, however, aware of and at least slightly amused by my perception of these events as flaws in my life. I’m also perpetually sure that I created the experience, so after the cussing has run its course a quick flip through my beliefs or a little chat with my Whole Self is sometimes in order . The differences between the intentions of the Whole Self and the intentions of our conscious physical minds can be a yawning gulf, which can seem confounding if not downright outrageous.
Describing t he idea that we each choose our experiences, no matter how difficult or nasty, worries me for the possibility of an erroneous assumptions being made from the statement. It isn’t someone’s fault if they’re injured or otherwise have a difficult life. Our cultural beliefs support ideas that consider anything less than an idealized perfection to be a flaw, a mistake, a problem, a lack, a weakness, or the wages of sin. Science tells us that only the strong survive, which then makes sickness, age, or injury an implied threat and, again, a fault . Religion tells us that good things happen to good people. It is absolutely essential to understand that, from the perspective of expanded awareness, all experience is valuable. So when I say it is my responsibility and choice that I got blown up, and it is others’ choice that they have been injured or hurt or are living difficult lives, that is not to be interpreted as placing blame. I’m not thinking, It is my fault. I’m more likely to be thinking, It is my unique gift to myself. I can try to appreciate it in some way.
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