This post began, as most of them do. After that “perfect” amount of coffee, a little time to reflect, and some observations based on things that have been occurring in my reflection of the world.
I was driving, as I often am, when it came to me. And I was driving somewhere new. Not that I hadn’t been where I was driving before, but I hadn’t been driving where I was driving while having that blog-able moment come into my existence.
So much has “changed” since I last wrote. Sitting at the keyboard is like an explosion of all there is to say and making any sense of it, the process of refining it to one of my already lengthy essays on nothing (Truth/Love/Aletheia), is interesting to observe.
I’ve had moments in the past 3 years (has it really been 3 years? – I just checked, it’s only been 2.5 years) but the opportunity to just sit and type wasn’t made. There was that brief entry more than a year ago, an experience that was never completed by telling the story of it.
And that is the thought which provoked this entry. Telling a story, one’s story, to another creates an experience of who you are with that person. It creates an experience of who you are as an identity at least. Who we are cannot really be told, can it?
Despite the tangible gains I’ve made in becoming independent and free, I’ve been “feeling” awfully stuck. Stuck with my own creations, stuck with the stories I’ve told about who/what I am, stuck with who/what I’m creating myself to be. Stuck is an occurring when Truth/Love/Aletheia is concealed.
What does that even mean? It’s like wearing gold plated diapers, babies.
I’m stuck with blogging about a topic that rarely makes any sense to anybody other than me. It occurs that way at least.
My sense is that we’re all stuck. If you’re paying attention you can feel it. We’ve been stuck for quite some time. We seem to have a new medium for our stuckness as well. This online presence business, these feeds and articles that come and go.
They never go anymore though, do they? You used to be able to throw away the newspaper and it would biodegrade and you’d have to go to the library to find the microfiche of the old stories and nobody ever did that. They wouldn’t go get that microfiche and reissue the old paper to show you, prove to you who you used to be and stick you with it. Well, maybe sometimes, for the really “important” stuff. Now, you’re getting microfiched all the time. The old stories, they rarely go away. You’re stuck with them. Say it once. You said it. It will always be who you are.
Listening. It’s challenging, day to day, hour by hour, moment by moment. To hear and receive and be in the presence of another without assigning an identity to them. To hear and receive and be in the presence of one’s Self without getting stuck to the stories we tell.
Just Listen: Discover the Secret to Getting Through to Absolutely Anyone is the current audio book I’m reading. My wife laughed at me recently, paradoxically, because I’m such a crappy listener. She laughed because she knows that I’ve spent more time, effort and money attempting to “get better” at listening than most people you’ll ever meet. It’s just that, with all that listening I’ve “tried” to do I’ve heard some things. Some things that I really want everybody to know. If you’d all just shut up and listen.
This is where this blog entry, and the others, come into play. I’m going to tell you what I’ve heard. And I’m clear that this blog about things that are nearly impossible to communicate will be read scarcely. In blogging, I hear myself. I look back on these entries and know myself, if I’m listening. When I articulate clearly to myself and truth/love/aletheia is unconcealed it is a reference for me. I’m stuck with it.
Ironically, when it is not clearly articulated and I’m not present that becomes a reference for me as well and truth/love/aletheia becomes concealed and less present.
Just Listen: Discover the Secret to Getting Through to Absolutely Anyone is an interesting title. I’m listening to it more to Discover the Secret to Having Anybody Get Through To Me. It’s probably a sales title to sell more books. Just Listen. That’s all that really needs to be said. That may not sell as many books though. Because we just want to get through to absolutely anyone. In the book, Mark discusses techniques to put aside what you think, feel, want to say, to give the other the experience of Being listened to.
When the other is heard Truth/Love/Aletheia is present. Mark doesn’t say that. Another way to say it is that when the other is heard what “needs” to be said “disappears”. Somebody else said that. I listened. And got it. The experience of meaning having been made occurs. The other is known, for that moment, in that instant, to another. To you. If you’re lucky enough to listen. Mark doesn’t say those things either. That’s what I want you to know.
Now our most recent invention or medium for communicating is very good at getting the story told, widely. It is not very good at getting the story heard. It doesn’t disappear.
We’re all stuck. With it.
Or, is it just me?
With Listening for your Truth/Love/Aletheia,