Culture
If we can take Daniel Quinn at his word, the culture is the story of a people and how they came to be there. Taken another step, we all have an internal culure, the story of who we are. Move enough times and you realize how much of what you think of as right, wrong and proper, is nothing but cultural assumptions.
Still, we carry a story inside of us. We dont think of it as a myth, or a story, because we dont review it. It is who we are. our culture.
Yet therapy, I am noticing, is the process of altering that internal culture. First, you identify the stories you tell yourself. About who you are, what your relaitonship is to the world, how you are valuable, or not valuable, good enough, or not good enough. How you got to be where you are.
The therapist then lets you look at each of those in turn. If they are a bad therapist, they just poke holes in it. Its useful, but the mind recoils and you genrally end up healing over the break twice as thick- like bone. If they are good, they will simply point out the contradictions where your myths colide and cause you pain.
And then, you can slowly recognize them as stories. once you do that, they are yours to retell. now some of them are so old that tney will never be retold, but they can be reheard. They let you repond differntly, or see them as delusions.
Zen, interestingly works the same way. You sit. Still. And soon the mess of your mind clears. Then in the clarity, once the aggitation is stilled, you see a mirror of your mind. You see the pastures where your mind wanders, and you see the stories you tell yourself about your self and the world. There is no guidance, its self guided, yet everyone finds the guidance there, inside, once they learn how.
Thats all.
The GABA really seems to help. I am too long for this shit to think that its a magic bullet, but even if its just a helping hand, I dont need to do this the hard way. Not only that, but there is value adn merit to taking help from people, and GABA.
I am taking 750 mg a day, but with the PTC greenlighting 2g a day. It inhibits neurotrasmission. Thats that filter we are talking about. Oh, I came up with an analogy, so maybe you can understand. Its not perfect.
You know those 1990s pictures that looked liked choatic dots, but when you relazed your eyes, you could see sharply a sailboat, or a dolphin, or whatever? Thats normal. You can see your thoughts adn the edges between people, noises, relevancies, and priorities. My life, when its bad, let your eyes get tight...all dots. The sailboat is there still, but lost in the dots. Dots of voices, people, smells, noises, the beat and the singer are one. A million voices as important as the next. Each memory so terribly important. Its all there. even the sailboat. I wake, I work, I say intersting things, but all I see are dots.
Thats all folks. G'night.
Still, we carry a story inside of us. We dont think of it as a myth, or a story, because we dont review it. It is who we are. our culture.
Yet therapy, I am noticing, is the process of altering that internal culture. First, you identify the stories you tell yourself. About who you are, what your relaitonship is to the world, how you are valuable, or not valuable, good enough, or not good enough. How you got to be where you are.
The therapist then lets you look at each of those in turn. If they are a bad therapist, they just poke holes in it. Its useful, but the mind recoils and you genrally end up healing over the break twice as thick- like bone. If they are good, they will simply point out the contradictions where your myths colide and cause you pain.
And then, you can slowly recognize them as stories. once you do that, they are yours to retell. now some of them are so old that tney will never be retold, but they can be reheard. They let you repond differntly, or see them as delusions.
Zen, interestingly works the same way. You sit. Still. And soon the mess of your mind clears. Then in the clarity, once the aggitation is stilled, you see a mirror of your mind. You see the pastures where your mind wanders, and you see the stories you tell yourself about your self and the world. There is no guidance, its self guided, yet everyone finds the guidance there, inside, once they learn how.
Thats all.
The GABA really seems to help. I am too long for this shit to think that its a magic bullet, but even if its just a helping hand, I dont need to do this the hard way. Not only that, but there is value adn merit to taking help from people, and GABA.
I am taking 750 mg a day, but with the PTC greenlighting 2g a day. It inhibits neurotrasmission. Thats that filter we are talking about. Oh, I came up with an analogy, so maybe you can understand. Its not perfect.
You know those 1990s pictures that looked liked choatic dots, but when you relazed your eyes, you could see sharply a sailboat, or a dolphin, or whatever? Thats normal. You can see your thoughts adn the edges between people, noises, relevancies, and priorities. My life, when its bad, let your eyes get tight...all dots. The sailboat is there still, but lost in the dots. Dots of voices, people, smells, noises, the beat and the singer are one. A million voices as important as the next. Each memory so terribly important. Its all there. even the sailboat. I wake, I work, I say intersting things, but all I see are dots.
Thats all folks. G'night.
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