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We can view depression not as a mental illness, but on a deeper level, as a profound, and very misunderstood, state of deep rest, entered into when we are completely exhausted by the weight of our own false story of ourselves. It is an unconscious loss of interest in the second-hand — a longing to ‘die’ to the false…
– Jeff Foster
(Courtesy of Monica Cassani)
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The best evidence that certain words bring you a real benefit, is the state of relief, ease and relaxation you instantly feel while writing something meaningful.
Indeed, to ascertain how this imponderable and ultimately uncontrollable wellness gradually emerges with every right observation I make, I then know that my written word is a great instrument to heal…to bring sense and fulfillment not only to myself, but to others as well.
2013/03/30 9 Comments
It is difficult, if not impossible to bring this subject to general attention. Despite the fact that everybody at some point suffers from it, due to shame or bad conscience people refuse to have a fair discussion about this.
The healing solutions society offer – medication and therapy – are short-lived and
don´t solve the problem. There are very few willing to admit, but the widespread symptom of depression is clearly a sign that society itself is diseased.
OUR DISEASE IS OUR FALSE RELATION TO LIFE.
Nobody admits that though, as that would mean that people assumed their individual
and societal failure.
Thus, if you want to heal, you have to heal the whole society – which, of course, seems
like an impossible undertaking.
What is obvious is that you simply have to find impossible solutions to an impossible problem.
You are literally groping around if you want to find veritable answers.
You may seem forced to look way beyond the general belief hold by everyone and
delve into very uncomfortable questions, if you want to find a way to recover.
You are totally on your own.
But against all odds, if you heal, you heal the whole society.
I know from personal experience what Depression means.
I have suffered from it most of my adult life. First now after years and years of intense searching and unimaginable hard work, I am finally onto something which seems to cure me.
The point is that if I manage to heal myself, I think I might be able to help others with the same predicament.
It is indeed inhumanly difficult to take up such a huge subject-matter and condense it in few words. But here is some worth-while reflection I wrote to a friend who is in the process of tapering himself off of his psychiatric medication.
“I am very pleased to hear about your decision. It means that you are no longer giving your power away to some phony substitute – namely medication -, which is nothing but a means of keeping you numb and estranged from yourself, but you have the guts of facing “the problem” directly.
The process of healing depression entails confronting What Is in total, “choiceless” attention, seeing what is, but at the same time, dispassionately disidentifying from
It is indeed the art of bringing unwavering Attention in the middle of turmoil.
It is not easy at all…
You see, depression can exist only “in time”. If you manage to “suspend” time, you may find instant relief. “Relief” means actually feeling and coming in direct, immediate contact with your real Life-force Now. With your unadulterated emotion.
You may feel some glimpses at first. First it´s like a whisper, but these whispers become more and more palpable.
Each time you acquire and sense the relief of healing, the more confidence you have that you can do it.
It is done somehow in stages.
Don´t rush, let the process take care of itself. Take it step by step. Let it happen.
Let it unfold.
2013/03/12 2 Comments
I was feeling troubled, weary, hopelessly sad. Stuck. Nothing was working for me.
Out of the blue the message was seamlessly delivered within me:
“Let it all go! Stay still! Nothing exists but this Second. You are just a second old.“
I just stopped in deep amazement. These were not “mere” words, oh no.
It was a wonderfully soothing, almost palpable, reassuring feeling of peace.
My gloom and sorrow were instantly blown away. Such an indicible relief.
I felt joy again. Motivation.
I ran straight to the gym. I felt incredible energy. Those otherwise
draining and boring exercises, felt now like pure joy.
An hour and a half passed like a breath.
IT ALL FELT LIKE A HAPPY SEQUENCE OF SECONDS.
Really, I have never before experienced this wonderful ease…
There was no effort anymore…No tiredness, just some kind of joyful rhythm.
One, one, one, one…As if One was the only really existing number.
I went to the locker room. I was so incredibly elated.That simple place felt like a castle.
A guy had finished his work out, and was checking himself in the mirror. I couldn´t help smiling at his vanity. We changed few words.
So after putting my clothes on I went down and sat for a while contemplating
the meaning of ”Nothing exists but this second, you are a second old”.
I grabbed my notebook and wrote as the Voice made itself heard again:
“There is nowhere to go. The destination is always now.
Grasping that, you stop creating “future” and when future is suspended,
the past dies too. When time is invalidated, all conflict and suffering instantly stop.
You proceed moment by moment with the steady pulse of every second.
This Second is the might pulse of the Universe, it comprises all there is.
So know, there is nothing to achieve, nothing worth fighting for, nothing to endeavour as it all swiftly comes to you.
There is nothing to know, no Einstein, no Beethoven, no authority whatsoever, nothing to obey or fear.
There is only this blissful breath - Everybody and Nobody in a Happy Dance.
Once you know this, all doors are wide open“
I was in a total state of bewilderment, as what I “heard” was astoundingly
Yet, not only that it felt, but it was true…
The evidence of this truth was wonderfully played out to me:
Finishing writing I heard someone talking to me. It was the “Vanity boy”
from the locker room. As he looked at me, his conceit had vanished from his countenance. Quite astounding, he was literally shining, almost transformed.
It was no doubt, he too sensed the spell of that uncommon presence.
I could hardly belive it, but
HE “HEARD” WHAT I HAD WRITTEN WITH HIS EYES…
“Great job! Best of luck with whatever you are doing there…”, he said, leaving with a grateful smile.
2013/02/26 2 Comments