Who am I? Not the body, because it is decaying; not the mind, because the brain will decay with the body; not the personality, nor the emotions for these will also vanish with death.
Ramana Maharshi
I was recently asked by a good friend I hadn't seen in a while, "How's your life treating you?"
And I casually answered, like I tend to do, "Oh great. Everything's fine. You?"
In actuality I wanted to say, "Man. My life is hard! I ain't happy with it!"
I thought about that question again when I woke up this morning, to the news that some very unconscious people are using whatever they can against my son to gain the control they feel they lost over a situation they were so sure they could manipulate and control. If I thought their actions were based on genuine concern for the well being of those they are professing it is for...I would be more understanding and compassionate...but I see so clearly what the motivation is.
The key player in all this is someone who doesn't even have legal rights. It is her narrative she is trying to protect; it is she who wants to control this situation...to come out on top of it...to "win". Why? So she can protect her very sick and toxic personality that is professing to the world that it is the rescuer, the saviour, and she does so through lying, manipulating, controlling, bullying, slandering, and harrassing while making others into villains. I feel sick to my stomach when I think of her and what she is trying to do...all the while proposing to be so "Christian", so kind, and giving,when she is anything but. I see her personality disorder so clearly. She is personality-sick but unfortunately she was able to convince her loved ones through her manipulation tactics that she is the healthiest one, the sole holder of the truth and knowledge in this situation. Sigh!
At the same time I am dealing with the extreme "in your face drama" of another individual with a personality disorder that lives here. The epitome of unconscious, self-preserving pain body too often stares me down. And man, does that suck. It weighs on me. Even though I can stay calm, and cool headed through all the drama, my body still seems to soak it all up and it gets stored in my gut, in my muscles and in my heart. What comes from this personality is nasty stuff. It literally makes me sick.
There must be some learning I am supposed to gain in this confrontation with personality disorders. There has to be.That is why, maybe, they are in my life now when I am working so dillegently on dismantling my attachment to my own personality and contemplating this thing called "my" life.
I see how nasty personality is and how it causes suffering. Personality, regardless if it is considered "harmless" by society's terms or toxic and socially destructive, is not a healthy thing to identify with. It isn't who we are. Yet, it is so challenging for many humans to see that the personality they spend their lives creating and protecting is a useless, often harmful, illusion they created with their own resisting minds.
Now...I know I am not in a position to judge anyone for their personalities. If I see something nasty in another, I know that nasty thing is in this "me". Others are simply reflecting and I am simply projecting. Truth is, as all of us are, I have in the past, or have the potential to do so in the future the very things I am having a hard time accepting in them. I mean I did a lot of work...a lot of work on my own narcissitic tendencies and I have come far but I am nowhere near the point where I can judge other people for theirs. Until they are evolved, all humans have a tendency toward narcissicism and unwholesome actions directed toward others in an attempt to protect these illusions they see as reality. I am not above that.
I also get through the day reminding myself, "They know not what they do!" I tell myself they cannot see the nastiness of their own personalities and the effect it has on others. They, therefore, cannot take accountability for what those personalities do. Sigh!
How do you get through to others when the personality, the armour they wear to protect themselves and are constantly shining and polishing so others can be dazzled by the shine, has become their second skin....it is fused to them. It also seems to seperate them from others. Like a semi-permeable membrane, it makes them very selective as to what can come in. They blame others when anything in Life slipps through. What goes out, however, is another matter. They have little to no problem, it seems, bleeding, or sweating all over anyone else, without concern for the toxic effect of what they are spewing.
Personalities suck!
Is this "me" as awful as what I am observing in others. It has the potential to be...for sure...so I need to work extra hard to to get past personality in myself and others to the greater Self. Sigh!
"My" Life?
Anyway, as I deal with all this drama directed towards others or brought to my attention, I question what this thing is that I call "my" life. "Me", "mine", and "my" are concepts that have to go too, along with personality. They don't serve.
But when my friend asked me that question, I also wanted to say..."I right now don't have a perception of a "my life". This life, I have been given, is simply absorbed and buried under the lives of everyone around me."
This human I call "me" has no real issues other than some financial things and a few little health issues...nothing big...She should be embracing and enjoying this time she has on Earth. Why isn't she? She is absorbed in everyone's else's problems, challenges, and dramas...When I describe my challenges...they are all related to the challenges others are having in their lives. "My problems" are really not "mine", they are everyone else's problems that I have taken on and made my own. "My life" is not my own...I have given it up to everyone else... like I am one of those velcro targets just meant for other people's stuff to stick to.
I really have no big problems in life. I have learned to cope and chill with pretty well anything Life throws my way...What I identify as "problems" have to do with other people's life coping...not my own. I see "problem" in "my life" when others who I care about cannot cope or chill with what life has given them. If they cannot cope with it...I feel, for some strange reason, I must cope with it for them. I take it on.
Wow! That was an eye opening realization. Must explore that farther later.
No "My" to Life
Anyway...there is no "my" to life. I know that. It is just life...but this human has an opportunity to explore this life...embrace it...experience it. I would answer my friend now if I could,
"Life is treating me as fairly as it it treats us all. Grateful for that...I am learning some wonderful things about personality right now. Interesting. I am also learning that my felt experience of It is being complicated by the fact that I insist on living other people's lives for them instead of just living what I ahve been given to live. I guess, I will have to do something about that. Thanks for asking."
All is well in my world.