I had a fantastic idea for a post last night. It was great, I mean really great and inspiring too. Unfortunately, I didn’t write it down and woke up without a trace of it in my memory. All that remains is an inaudible echo or faceless impression…
and this post.
I have to make up on the spot. Consider this post to be the Jim Belushi of posts. John is gone and there is nothing I can do. Sigh.
Memory is a beautiful gift. A wonderful electromagnetic gift. One technique that I have used to detach from past anger or pain and forgive is what I call ruining the record. For instance, out in public one day a woman who was obviously having a bad day scowled at me exclaiming “get out of my way”! I wasted about two minutes farming the anger that she threw at me before I decided to re-write the script. I sat in my car visualizing her doing the exact same thing, except this time she was wearing a pink bunny costume. I did the exercise again and she was dressed up like Santa Claus. I began to laugh and my joy returned. I felt compassion for her and what happened that day, this life to have her acting like that towards someone who is just totally awesome and humble.
I’m not necessarily saying that it is healthy to do this in every instance but I do find it beneficial to disengage any anger that I have in any situation. Our memory is not accurate anyways, so why hold on to it so tightly? Scratch the record. Add color. Make a fun song play in the background of a shitty experience. Loosen the hold that memory has over you. When I say memory is a gift, I mean that it is something to be enjoyed and not something to hold us hostage.
That being said, this post was way less exciting than the one the I forgot.
Thoughts, inventions or ideas seem to be like general bubbles that float unattached through the electromagnetic ether. Our brains, being receivers can tune into this or ignore it at will. A pen is a wonderful tool for anchoring a bubble into material manifestation. The lesson here is to write shit down!!!!!!!
Especially great ideas.