This discussion is so fundamental you might say; “Humpf, why is he discussing this in this manner? We all know this, he’s not saying anything new, nothing we don’t already know, humpf…eh?”
Why you loudmouth twerp…wait a sec, I am arguing with myself, and that’s a duality, um? Oh well…
But let’s continue, eh? Sometimes I get out of bed with all these counterparts running around in the bat’s belfry.
Simply; I wish to point out a mechanism which occurs as we deal when faced with a romantic breakup. This has occurred, yes to some.
Options. When we are the ones who wanted the relationship to continue as it was, no rocking of the boat. We are comfortable with the continuance. Naturally, we are faced with what we see as a disavowal of the pledge of love, a breaking up of the compact sealed with amorous hugs and kisses, and romantic memories. In some cases; Children. Yes.
Of course, what we have built is a citadel in part of what we took for granted to be aligned with our Identification with Self. We don’t want that to be deconstructed. We’re not quite finished with it. How rude, eh? This is the reality, this thing knocking down the door barging in. The proverbial wakeup call. Unconsciously perhaps we failed another ideal, that of our mate.
These things we make, idyllic citadels are all ingrained unrealities, mere things which we carry with us in our knapsacks as we exit the door, like a child on a morning having forgotten to brush our teeth heading out to the first day of school (the first day of “Life”, the journey, the mystery). Outfitted world items, supplied by the consensus (indoctrination). But then, oh how it hurts when these are disassembled, torn down.
At stake is the Psyche. I, me, self; Identity (a thing so precious, essential)
As I breathe. As I breathe in truth.
At moments like that (breakup, disassembling) we are poised on the edge of Duality. We, those who are not strong enough, become pawns of Duality. Victims.
We do things, react with emotional deeds which are intended to “Get the proverbial rise out of the old mate”
The things we do are, in our minds at the time, deeds which we swear, conclude are those of despisement, of hate, “Eh, see, I too don’t love, eh?” (Now, this will get them, wake them up to “Reality”???).
But it never was a reality.
It was just a bid of the Psyche, as is all else we engage in to but keep the Innate Void at bay.
And so, this striking out in anger, paradoxically, in heartfelt irony is too a stance for emotion, a telltale avowal of the child within our breast’s compact with trusting whimsy, chaos, all that is out there which complies with the construction of the Illusion of Life we have built.
Our poor and beleaguered Psyche.
Which at the point in life that it intuited the Innate Void never could nor would truthfully buy into this fabrication of Reality, of Truth we did build.
And so it worked frantically at erecting negotiable substances of Fiction. “Life”.
Emotion then is to blame. To blame for this Duality our Psyche fearfully has constructed. Mere counterparts and preferential.
Today’s unrequited lesson has been that of two denials; One in the field of reacting, responding to hurt, push to shove. How our stance is that of confession, admission when we attempt to go as a countering act instead.
The second denial is that of the foundational truth; We are a flawed creation abandoned by choice, left to our own devices (this truth, this reality) which are unmagnificent, though we don’t see them for what they are.
This is the Biblical Psychology, different from man’s which is born out of the impacted Psyche (Void Impacted) so that it must erect all within its creative process to deny Truth.
The Gospel of Christ is the True Story.
That Void Innate which impacts, as it is, our Psyche to follow and erect more untruths needs to be filled with God’s Life.
God must visit our hearts but it has been left up to our will.
Thanks for your visit my lovely friends. Sincerely; MAO