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Storytellers

There are two types of storytellers in this world.

One who tells his own story for himself, and one who tells his own story for others.

The storyteller who tells his story for himself is so that others can see him, so that he can see himself.

The storyteller who tells his story for others is so that others can see themselves. Strangely, when others begin to see themselves, they see him too.

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Oppressed Expression

Expression not expressed becomes Suppression.

Suppression further suppressed becomes Repression.

Repression not addressed becomes Depression.

Depression with added ajbetness becomes Oppression.

Oppression not forgiven becomes Death – as in, the living dead.

Are you one of them?

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Connected to God

One day,

“Mommi, what is a ‘church’?”

“Oh, a ‘church’ is a place where people go to pray to God.”

“But why, mommi?”

“To connect to God.”

“But they are already connected to God.”

“Yeah, you are right, but they don’t know that; that is why they have to go to church to do it.”

Two days later, while mommi was lighting up some essence and clamped her hands together in front of the altar,

“Mommi, what are you doing?”

“I am connecting to God.”

“But mommi, you are already connected to God. You are just pretending, right?”

Mommi laughs,

“Yes precious, you are right. We are all just pretending.”

~ just a mother-daughter conversation; which is so true, yet not so true. ~

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Tell a New Story

Mind needs to tap into the unseen polarities of itself to realize for itself its own inner truth which results freedom and delight as its end. When inquiry is carried out on the validity of its story, the outcome is not really that simple. And if mind can go all the way, it can really blow itself away in joyous awe!

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What stops me from anything or for the matter of fact, stops anything to happen to me or for me is the story I tell about it.

Here is a story which I found amusing reading this morning and wish to share.

Wishing you the same joy, if not more as you immerse yourself in the truth of this story, albeit just another story.

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Recently I took on a coaching client who is also a motivational speaker, author, and seminar leader of some repute. I will call him “Mack,” for fun and his anonymity. As I first began meeting with Mack to coach him on expanding his business, he told me the story of his income in the past few years and brought up the “fact” that 9/11 had harmed him financially, as it harmed everyone else in “this business.”

“It didn’t harm me,” I said. “And I’m in this business. Just as you are. In fact, 9/11 helped me a great deal.”

“Well, I don’t know what you’re talking about because 9/11 knocked the wind out of me. I had a bad year because of it. A bad two years, really.”

“That’s your story, I guess.” I said. “But that’s not the truth.”

“It’s not the truth? Hey! Talk to anyone in the speaking industry.”

“It’s their story, too. I know.”

“Are you saying 9/11 didn’t harm my business?”

“That’s what I am saying.”

“Well, 9/11 happened. And my business went down the tube. So what else could have done that?”

“You. You and how you respond to 9/11.”

“How is that?”

“You created a defeated, inadequate response to 9/11.”

“Really?”

“Really. And until you can see that, we aren’t going to get very far with this coaching.”

Mack said nothing. I could tell he was trying to decide if I was right. Finally I could see that he may have become open to revising his story about his career after 9/11.

Mack said, “Okay. So maybe that’s true. Maybe it was my weak response to 9/11 that hurt my business. So what needs to change in me?”

“All that needs to change is the story. The story of you now says that 9/11 came along, and 9/11 had power and you had no power, so you lost money. You made that story up, just as you might have made up a story about a dragon and a knight and a maiden for one of your kids one night. It’s totally made up. My response to 9/11 got me business because I made up a more useful story for myself.”

“What did you make up?”

“I made up that 9/11 was a terrific opportunity for me to help clients who had the wind knocked out of them and were wanting something to revive them. I made up that, because so much training was cancelled, it created an even greater need for training than before. I made up a story that said 9/11 opened the door to huge opportunities with organisations that were demoralised by cancelling company meetings. And by using that story instead of yours, I thrived after 9/11.”

“So, my story wasn’t a very good story.”

“Not very useful. It was good, in a way. It served that part of you that wanted an excuse. Stories always serve some part of us. We think we need our alibis. But it’s up to us to find out if they are serving the weak part or the stronger part.”

“So my story was weak.”

“It portrayed you as weak and 9/11 as strong. You were not the knight in your story. So the story of you was kind of depressing, really. Ever go to a movie and come out thinking the movie was depressing? I listen to the story of you and 9/11 and I am feeling depressed just listening to it.”

Even though Mack made his living teaching other people to find strength in adversity and to look for the lesson in every problem, he was not learning from his own speeches. It was easier for him to live inside a story about himself that made him one more victim of Osama bin Laden.

Even to this day you will hear motivators such as Mack talk about what 9/11 did to them. Other businesspeople, too! I hear this from them all the time. And when I hear it I think that they are the idiots Shakespeare wrote about. And I don’t mean that in a negative way. Because they are not “stupid” idiots, really, as much as unconscious people living in stories that are full of sound and fury (the planes CRASHED into the towers, and I was so ANGRY, but I LOST a lot of business!), in Shakespeare’s words, as in a tale told by an idiot:

“Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more. It is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.”

 ~ Macbeth, V.v ~

Mack struts and frets after I talk to him about revising his life story so that he, himself, will have more of an active part in it. Right now, he wants to portray himself as a victim of things that happen to him. He wants to say to me that life has happened to him.

But if I’m to work with him at all, I must return him to the source of his power. I can’t have him not see the stories he’s telling. Because once he sees the stories and their power to limit him, he can tell new ones. We communicate our value through stories, not through claims or sales pitches, but through stories. Mack couldn’t see that. He would make up a story, such as the one about 9/11, and then tell it as if it were the truth.

But, it was just a story.

Stories have huge power to alter the whole world. Look at the story of Jesus and Lazarus. It wasn’t really raising Lazarus from the dead that impacted the world in such an unforgettable way (indeed, there are groups of scholars now trying to prove that the story was apocryphal), but rather the story about it. It was the story of Lazarus that spread around the world and changed the world.

Notice how we subconsciously know all of this already. Inside, at some level, we do grasp the power of stories to create who people think we are. People will bring up the name of someone and ask, “What’s the story with that guy?”

Or see if this scenario sounds familiar:

“Did you meet our new division manager?”

“Yeah, I met her yesterday, have you?”

“No, not yet. What’s her story, anyway?”

And then will you trust what you hear? Sometimes our stories are so divorced from reality it becomes comic. Ask four children who grew up in the same family to individually recount some major event in the family history. Some traumatic moment that everyone should remember. The amazing result is that you will get four entirely different stories. Four different perceptions based on four separate interpretations that create four stories, not one.

What do these stories signify? External reality? Was our dad really that distant and cold? There’s no truth to that, just a strange mix of stories and tales told by idiots. The stories say more about the teller’s internal fears and hurts than they do about external behaviour. We project these stories out onto the world and make the world reflect the inner feeling.

Stories alter external reality to fit our pre-existing beliefs.

But what fun when we see and understand this! Because we get in touch with that shaping power we have, as an artist working a spinning wheel of wet clay does. What shall I make Dad into today? And who would I, myself, like to be?  

~ Excerpts from Are You a Story Told by an Idiot, The Story of You (and How to Create a New One) by Steve Chandler ~

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Love & Fear

There are only two feelings
Love and fear
There are only two languages
Love and fear
There are only two activities
Love and fear
Two motives
Two procedures
Two frameworks
Two results
Love or fear
Love or fear

~ Rumi ~

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Not the Problem

The form is not the problem,
But the meaning put onto it.

The world is not the problem,
But what is interpreted onto it.

The “I” is not the problem,
But what is believed onto it.

Buoyantly, flowing;
Meeting each, where it is;
Without identifying, without identification;
Hence without “I”,
Is it possible? 

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Leaving

Pain in separation is really just something misunderstood. The ancient thoughts carried forward up till today of ‘I am in pain’ either because of I am leaving him/her, he/she is leaving me, or we are leaving each other is always targeted at a person out there or myself.

As I looked deeper into the abyss of the mind and the meaning of leaving, I’d have to agree with Byron Katie that no one is really capable of leaving anyone. The meaning of leaving or separation is very much emphasized to a point of being misconstrued. If you take the word ‘leave’ literally, it is to describe a movement away from someplace to another; or to bring it closer to home, is to leave this place here and now to another place somewhere else. In this context, our loved ones or beloveds ‘leave’ us everyday and we are not hurt, distraught and somewhat unaffected by such movement. Yet, leaving in terms of a relationship, a place or a situation seems to carry some kind of deeper meaning beyond a physical movement and that is what upsets people about the meaning of ‘leaving’.

My previous understanding of how ‘leaving’ causes pain is because of ownership hence having that something or someone go away makes me feel that I have lost something I owned and that makes the ‘leaving’ painful and unbearable. Yet, as I looked deeper into the abyss of the mind, pretty sure that I was missing something since it cannot be about the other person ‘leaving’ me or the sense of ownership that has caused my upset, I came to see that it was the experiences or even wishful experiences to be experienced which are being hung on to in the mind.

Wishful experiences here is to mean future experiences which one wishes to experience of either of an imagined future or a similar past. An attachment to form or person happens because of the thinking or belief that only this person is able to provide that experience hence at times causing conflict to either separate or not separate with this person. It is really more of the experiences that we find it hard to seemingly let go which then translates to an attachment to the person. These experiences held on or imagined to be fulfilled by this particular person are the ones which becomes unconscious guilt in the mind thus bringing up the same upset again and again over the same thing. This also includes unconsciously linking past experiences experienced with this person hence making it unbearable when this person is seemingly ‘leaving’ us because there is a fear of not being able to experience the same kind of experiences again which is perceived that only this person can make happen.

In truth, each experience itself is unique due to different conditionings arising and each person that arrives at our space seems to bring about different experiences so to speak. Due to comparison, there is always a tendency of preference and hence when the experience is not experienced in fullness per se, and being unconsciously held on in the mind, it becomes a perpetual desire. And desires unfulfilled inevitably turn to greed and later on, anger or hatred.

Breakups become painful not because this person has left me, or I have left this person but more because there is an unconscious guilt lingering in the mind of unfulfilled wishes of experiences or a lack of appreciation for the previous experiences experienced. Again due to clever comparisons, there is a tendency to argue why the wishes were not too much to ask for or even just an innocent request just to have it once more. The victim mentality has hence naturally arisen due to the mentality of lack. Yet, it is through all these mental states which I can put my inquiry into to see the truth or untruth of it. That is, only if I am willing. Else, I will go on feeling threatened by this meaning of ‘leaving’ that had led me to believe how my core can always be shaken so easily.

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Your Choice

Someone asked me the other day what I thought of people who stays in their jobs for money and yet resents the job they do. I pondered for a moment and answered him, “it’s their choice.”

Some people may agree and some may not, and that too, is their choice. Yet as long as they think that they have no choice, it is still their choice to think that way.

The only reason why I think I have no choice is because I have chosen the choice of no choice. And that can only happen because I think I know. Yet a mere simple question to myself “how do I know that i know”, I am humbled by my own questioning and am suddenly open to the possibilities of something else that I may not have known earlier.

If I know everything, surely I have no choice but to know what I know. And that sheer admitting or acknowledge that I may not know everything, I come back to my own innocence again, willing to learn something else of what the world can teach me so that I can know what I did not know before.

Clearly, this person who asked me this question was asking how I viewed the sufferings of those people who chose to stay in their jobs despite feeling miserable about it. My take is still the same, it’s their choice and no one can ever know what is best for them, save for themselves.

It looks like ignorance who chooses sufferings, yet who am I to question their choice of suffering or not. And people tell me that they don’t have a choice and my take is still the same – it’s your choice.

We do have a choice to choose between suffering and the end of suffering, and that is the truth. But if I am suffering still over a choice I made today, perhaps I have just could now make my choice to choose the path with less suffering or ultimately, the end of it. Now, wouldn’t that be some kind of intelligent or wise choice?

Of course, it will be nice to make a wise choice to end suffering ultimately yet it is my choice or the choices of others when I choose to respect my choice of respecting others’ choice? It is their lives ultimately and all I am asked to do is just to state my choice that leads me to my own inner peace and the end of my own suffering. Whether it is to go forward to share with someone how his suffering is unnecessary, or to just love him or her in her own chosen suffering, I take responsibility for it anyway because it is my choice and has absolutely nothing to do with others.

Someone asked me why do I give people choices when I can dictate. My answer is simple. If God has given me free will, who am I not to give the same the others whether they choose to suffer or not? Part of my business is to share what I have learned and that is it. Whether you use it or apply it or not has nothing to do with me and it leaves you your choice to make your own choices. Not to say that I can actually ‘give’ others free will too for what is there to give without the receiver at the other end? And is it my choice or within my control that the person has to receive what I offer? At the end of the day, my choice of dictation onto others would probably end up backfiring on me. And would I do that to myself, no way! Again, my choices can only be within what I can deal with, within myself, for me and if I am thinking that my choice can benefit another – I might as well be mad.

Everyone has a choice. When I think I have no choice, it is only because I think I already know. If I could give up what I already know, and don’t know anything can knowing occur once again what I did not know before.

Somewhat paradoxical yet so true. And it is only possible when the mind is open enough to question and realize the possibility of not knowing.

These words “I don’t know” may sound foolish to the mind that thinks it knows; yet the very same of “I don’t know” is a bottomless well of wisdom, peace and freedom to the wise.

Then some people ask again, how to choose when there is no wisdom? The same questioning, “how do you know there is no wisdom”? It is not a sheer judgment of what it is or my own interpretation of what is wise and what is not?

What is more true about choices is facing the consequences of the choices made of an imagined future. And it is true, any choice made has its consequences. The unbearable consequences that we each are unwilling or dread to experience. The thing is, how do I know if I will be unable to face or will dread the consequences or that other people will actually be hurt by my choices? If I have made a choice to conclude such an outcome, surely that would only depict the already consequences of my choice. Something good somehow comes out from anything, whether I like it or not. Surely, it must too be my imagination if my choice can impact someone else’s life. I personally find it a little funny as it is like I am darn important for others, but not important enough for me. But then again, it is still a choice – in what you believe in. No right no wrong there. 🙂

I once read a book by Dale Carnegie years ago which allowed me to make a choice I never imagined I could ever bring myself to. In his book, he mentioned, “imagine the worst that could happen, and if you can accept that, what else can stop you?” Just for the sake of a past story – at that point in time, it was the choice between staying put in my dad’s company for the rest of my life (this part is imagined too :)) or to pursue my thirst in banking. I imagined the worst, which was that my dad would disown me. I asked myself if I could accept that. The answer was yes. Within 1 week, I got an interview with a bank which paid me miserly and left my dad’s company which was not an easy thing to encounter. But I did it anyway, and I enjoyed my working experience with the bank despite the long hours. I wake up with joy and I sleep with a smile on my face despite how tired the mind and body was. For a while, the relationship between my dad and I was unstable, but it was an important lesson for me to learn – that despite it all, I was alright. And my dad never disowned me although we did go through difficult patches. Today, my dad and I enjoy each other’s presence in peace. He could tell me things openly and I could listen to him openly without drawing into unnecessary conclusions that he is not approving of me, or that he does not love me. Of course, it is not this one incident that resolved it all, but it was the start of a journey to truly learn to connect to my dad with my heart instead of having to succumb to his wishes of having to work for him in order to connect with him. Although it started with a storyline of switching jobs, but that choice led to the betterment which not only befitted my sense of being in terms of my career choice but also my relationship with my dad and of course a whole lot of other things that came with it. It’s a long and winding journey and the journey hardly ends. But I made a choice you see, and it has been a great ride despite the multiple hiccups along the way. What’s life without a few huddles?

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The Incessant Relationship

Does a relationship exist because of a marriage?

Does a relationship cease because of a divorce?

It seems to me that these two things which is apparently constituted and somehow governed by law are just to validate and make a relationship official.

If I am fearful when I experience a person leaving me from a marriage or in a divorce, what am I truly afraid of? Is it because of that person leaving me, or am I simply afraid that the relationship is cut off?

How can that be? If anyone had notice, ‘no more relationship’ is also a kind of relationship. It is a relationship of ‘no more relationship’. Question that, and what you are left with is – the kind of relationship that it is.

Am I truly attached to the person that I am afraid to let go, to the relationship or more specifically, the role and identity of what I am in this so-called relationship? The role and identity that I would identify myself as in such a relationship would be one that I would define my limitations of actions with – what I am seemingly giving out and what I am seemingly receiving. If I am stripped from such a role or identity, does the relationship cease together with the limited actions of what I seem to be giving and receiving whether out of duty or out of love? If it is out of duty, might as well let it go, for any duty done out of obligation cannot come from joy. Yet, if it is done out of love, what makes me think without the role or identity, I can no longer do it?

Or is it simply, another form of relationship that comes into play? I can’t really stop myself from relating to someone. It just happens by itself naturally. Even if I don’t speak to a person, meet with a person face to face, or even sleep with a person – a relationship already exists; only my concept or belief of what it should be or should not be will tend to set in a little confusion that a relationship has ended or has to end, for that matter.

Perhaps it is more true to question what is it about me that I am finding difficulty in letting go. And when I am courageous enough to see what is beyond what I think I know, or what I believe I think I know, I’d find that it is still me. It is somewhat insane, here I am resenting being with this person and on the other hand, I can’t let go of this person. I am really kidding myself, and isn’t that strange? That we should find thrill in kidding ourselves?

A relationship does not cease though the form of relationship does, again due to concepts. I kiss this beloved and it is because I just do. I have coffee with another beloved and that is because I just do. What is the matter with that? Is one more special than the other? It seems like it doesn’t it? Because that is how I have believed it to be so. How a kiss is sacred, and how a cup of coffee is not.

I attended a court hearing today and the lawyer told us that if he has the right to object our divorce before the judge, he would do just that. He watched us whisper to each other’s ears and laugh joyously and he could not understand why we had chosen to take this path of a divorce. As we took some joyous time to speak to him, he was even more convinced that we should not be separated. And I merely told him, “what makes you think a divorce is the end of a relationship?”

The truth is, it is not the end but merely a change in form of the relationship. And he said, “but clearly you still love each other!” and we laughed and said, “yes we do! and a divorce does not and can never possibly change that.” And he went into some fantasy that we might remarry again. It was amazing… we are right there standing in front of him and there he was fantasizing about us in the future.

We keep believing these concepts thinking the marriage is the union and the divorce is the separation, yet is that really true? I have come to see that it is pretty irrelevant. If I have to marry you to convince myself and validate our relationship by making it official in the eyes of the law, then perhaps a divorce can be spoken from the context that I no longer need to be married to you to convince myself and validate our relationship because I have realised.

So a dear beloved teased me today how a marriage doesn’t mean a thing to me anymore. This statement reminds me of the encounter where my ex-partner’s mom asked me if I will remarry again after the divorce since my ex-partner solemnly declare his wish to never get married again. I told her honestly that I don’t know. I can say ‘no’ now because I am currently labelled as single and available with no beloved around (not in an ‘official’ relationship with someone in the context of the world) and I might change my mind. And that is honesty. If someone asks me and I feel like it, why not? At least now I won’t be doing it to prove anything to myself or anybody! It is just me and my own little game!

It does sound pretty threatening to some and I can understand that. A friend was expressing to me how she doesn’t understand why she seems to be more affected by my storyline of the divorce than myself. It was clear what I seem to be doing seems to be threatening the solidity and stability or foundation of a marriage constitution. But think about it. It is just some paper and some ceremony that people go through to make it real and valid. Without it – does it mean what you have is not real or gone? Likewise, with it – does it mean you really, truly have it or that it is any real?

Even in death where it is deemed as a final separation, the relationship does not cease; because ultimately all relationships are ceaseless, as they are all symbolic of the kind of relationship you have with yourself, i.e. the mind.

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Is it truly ignorance or is it innocence?
If we knew any better, would we not have done better?
Whether to come again
from ancient lifetimes and countless rebirths
to learn, to understand, to realise;
and then once again
to love, and love and love
unconditionally, boundlessly, limitlessly
at least for one moment…
just for the sake of loving
is it not enough?

It has been said before
“you can love, but there is no need to attach”.

After that, does it mean
where there is no more attachment,
there is no more love, no need to have?

Untrue that there is no love, yet true that there is no need to have
for there will just be love whether there is having or not having going on.

Paradoxically, it is That what the Masters talk about
where there is no need to have
but you can have when and if it arrives at your door
when you are That as you are That.

For you see, when you are That, as you are That
how can it not arrive at your door for you to have if what you are is That
since what you wish to have is simply just a symbol of That anyway.

Yet its purpose is only, once again
to love, love and love
unconditionally, boundlessly, limitlessly
because you are That
fortunately, and unfortunately
and there is really nothing you can do about it;
only perhaps, forgotten.

To finally have or not have, has nothing to do with whether it is resolved, or not
though at some surface or sub-surface level, that seems to be true;
but becomes a bonus or a blessing or simply an emblem,
arising from completion.

Yet completion may or may not mean, to have or not to have.
Why draw a line?

As,
to have but need to have, is as good as not having;
to not have when I can have, is too, as good as not having.

So whether together or apart, does it matter?
If it is a blessing to be together, why not?
Yet, if together but apart, then what use is it to be together?
Still, to be apart does it mean not together?

If I am guilty of having, then what is the use of having?
If I am guilty of not having, then why don’t I have?
Can I lose anything that I do not have?
Yet, can I lose anything that I already have?

I love you anyway, even if I am upset.
I love you anyway, even if I believe I am upset with you.
Just because I am upset, or believe I am upset with you
does not mean that I do not love you anyway
although I might like to believe that, and behave that way
yesterday.

And you will notice somehow, how I love you anyway today,
is quite different from the way I love you anyway yesterday.

Today,
I love you anyway, because I realised I no longer need to have you or not have you.
I love you anyway, because I realised I do not have the choice of not loving you.
I love you anyway, because I realised there is no longer the I and the you which once had me fooled how for one instance,
I could not love you just by having or not having you.
I love you anyway, because I have walked internally and the veil of illusions have been lifted somehow
leaving me with humility, freedom and yes, That.

Today,
I love you anyway, because…
and it is just because…
beyond comprehension
beyond thinking
beyond will
and I so thank God for it.

So, it is true that I don’t need to have,
but it’d be nice to have anyway
if and when the having comes my way
eventually, or not.

I am already That
So I don’t really need That
But when That comes
Why not have That anyway?

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