Monday, January 27, 2020

Minding the Mandala

Good Morning Relatives

how is your dreamtime?  when I got hit in the head last summer it seemed that my molecules got disarranged kind of like if a sand mandala gets shaken the molecules are still perfectly individual colors but they are no longer arranged in the pattern they were prior to being struck

for someone like me this can be a problem when I first got hit it was like the world around me became permeable like everything was visible through scattered light prisms   in the Dreamtime I had/have really bad nightmares which I never have before  sometimes it was like different realities were all mixed up together     slowly they are finding their way back into patterns that are not threatening or horribly destructive but that path includes terrifying flashbacks, confusing messages from Those Lightening Strike Beings, warnings that I can't understand, maps to my way back to me that I can't remember when I wake up, and a few other things that made me very aware that the shock to my brain and body when i got hit scattered my psychical transportation system my mandala but not to the wind thank Life  not to the wind   all the little colored sand molecules are still in their container its just going to take some time to put them back in order.

I imagine a great pipe organ with all the pipes out of order and the vibrations that pass through create a dysphonia wind rather than a song of solomon I don't think I've ever considered that the sound that is created by the wind in trees that are in a peaceful forest or grove is radically different than that of trees that have been traumatized by a tornado or even the sound of the trees that are left scorched and bleeding in Australia after the bush fires

my brain got whacked and it scrambled my molecules  Do you remember the movie "What The Bleep Do We Know" that came out in 2004?  see if you can find it and watch it one of the things that physics has illuminated (I don't think science discovers things because just like columbus discovering america and The Human Beings that lived here they existed as does all things before some banana head was made aware or illuminated to their presence that does not make them a discovery rather an awakening don't you think?) is the understanding that we consist of a collection of matter in which our consciousness resides believed to be our identity in the present idea of reality   we exist in cohesive units of molecules shaped by a ? soul? character? mandala?

and each of those cohesive units each mandala which have a unique configuration (like snow flakes or chemical structures) which exists as three sets of these individually uniquely configured molecules that are in constant motion  because each set rotates in and out of what we perceive as the visible manifestation of zillions of other mandalas who are "rotated in and embodied" all around is as this time and space reality as we know it or as we think we know it since its alway moving changing and each and every nano second is unique unto itself we can be attached to it we can exist consciously with in it and participate in the constant forming and reforming of It's mandala which is what I have an idea the miracle of life really is but we can never "know" it because it is unknowable.

So, attached to each of our particular unique mandala of molecules is our awareness our "Nowness" sometimes I think that the citta (consciousness) vritti (whirlpool or waves) of our each own particular mandala which in the yoga sutras are alluded to as having five different types of motion is like a complex living system which most of us are stuck in very beginning illusion and we don't really even look for the instructions let alone begin to explore our own individual mandala universe but, that's a different blog altogether sort of. anyway what I was trying to get to was that the consciousness our individual consciousness actually doesn't move about our universe it only hops from one set to the next that appears in this time and space so that we can maintain our story, our illusion of what where when and how and who we are. when we can be so much more if like Patanjali alludes to in the yoga sutras we can learn to be still and use motion rather than letting motion run through our static illusion of who and what we are.

I copied something from a yogpedia website (I tend to glean grains from different fields like a knowledge thief but that does not translate into supporting or condoning their premise or runaway thoughts and ideas just so you know but it makes really interesting bread/food for thought) :


In "The Yoga Sutras of Patanjali," yoga citta vritti nirodhah is the second sutra. It roughly translates to “yoga stops, or stills, the mind's fluctuations.”{(For example here I disagree with the above conclusion about what yogapedia says that particular sutra means and just like aiming a pistol the shorter the barrel the more drastic the aim can be off if you point it in the wrong direction i.e... you will completely miss your target or your path or your destination  words like commas matter and save lives) it's off topic but what I believe that sutra (Now Consciousness Waves Inhibited)  is, Yoga which teaches Now can be used to inhibit our consciousness's attachment to movement which in turn frees us from the illusion that we are stuck in our own perception of reality.  Those fluctuations, or citta vritti, are limiting, habituated thought patterns – misconceptions that prevent one from seeing the truth about the world and the Self.
According to Patanjali, there are five types of vritti:
  • Pramana (correct knowledge right knowledge) (FYI Krishnamurti teaches that the word or idea Know is a static word that is immediately an indication of false thought or understanding when applied to any living thing because there is very little in our "world" that is static and thus we cannot "know" anything)
  • Viparyaya (misconception false knowledge)
  • Vikalpa (conceptualization Imagination)
  • Nidra (sleep)
  • Smriti (memory)
The vritti can be painful (klishta) or non-painful (aklishta), but they always affect one's ability to find truth. Joyful thoughts can prevent the individual from reaching a true sense of self just as much as fearful thoughts can.

In the above sort of commentated on excerpt from the yogapedia website the only type of vritti that is not of this place and time what we think of as reality is Nidra or sleep this is the place I think of as Dreamtime when I visit it by simultaneously holding on to the Now of a particular set of molecules as they travel and my citta my consciousness my self awareness 

my self awareness does not have to be attached to this place I believe that is one of the things that Patanjali was trying to communicate with the sutras our citta if our consciousness is not attached to the whirlpool that is moving around us then we are able to not only be still but we are able to move when our molecules blink in and out of time and space 
if we (whoever we are) inhabit embody a mandala that has three exact sets of molecules who as a body travel in and out of this recognized or aware time and spaceness and due to our attachment to the illusion we "live " in our citta jumps in and out of each mandala set as it changes places with its cohort     ....    where do the other two sets of molecules go? 

and if we (whoever we are) travelled with that set as it went wherever it was going would not we "wake up" in whatever time and place our molecules travelled to? until that set came back to now where our embodied set of molecules was sleeping Nidra. 

well thats my experience anyway 
so back to the island  I did tell you I was thinking about islands in the middle of the night didn't I? well I was and in that Harrison Ford movie about the girl who goes to the island to get engaged to someone she doesn't love I remember Harrison Ford tells her "Lady, It's an island. If you didn't bring it with you you're not going to find it here." I always thought of that as one of the great truths, movies are full of them by the way. 
so if you go to an island in the Dreamtime whatever you bring with you or not is what you have so why do we care if our mandalas are beautiful, complex, flexible, strong, aware, centered, grounded in integrity and exposure to ideas, concepts, principles, colors and their shades, different skills and the list goes on and on and on  (didn't you ever really look at what those monks were trying to communicate?) imagine having all that all that is available incorporated indoor mandala and whoosh! when you were transported to another time and space situation all that library of ability (physical, mental, conceptual, spiritual, linguistic, etc...)  was at your fingertips, why because A. you might need it. B. your life or someone else's might depend on it. C. it might be central to your mission  i.e... your on an island and if you didn't bring it with you whoops you don't have it at your disposal 

which kind of creates the inkling of an idea that what This Time and Space is for is for us to add to our library within our mandalas i.e... to activate what we already have and thus sort of like a super power we can carry with us when we travel with our molecules to somewhere/when else and carry out our missions  cool huh?

I've been avoiding working out  lots of noise in a gym, lots of noise when I use the water rower, lots of snow and ice outside so the bike is a bit precarious etc... the excuses go on and on while I accumulate a subconscious fear of blobness and my physical strength goes down the winter tube like a bobsled it accumulates speed exponentially as is drops 
so in the Dreamtime Those Old Spirits who are always trying to communicate with me in their language (they never can seem to remember that I am really bad at languages definitely not my super power) put me in a place where I was / became the target of a serial rapist killer person /guy  AND guess what I didn't take with me ?..... speed physical strength and my old apparently slipped away like a banana on ice tai chi abilities so THAT was a wake up call 

so mind your mandalas relatives  it matters when you figure out (ps don't try this unsupervised or at home) how to travel with your molecules 
I'm off to go for a walk with my dogs and then come back in and do fifteen minutes on the water rower followed by level one tai chi qigong
love ya 
mean it 
mbdvm

Friday, January 24, 2020

Am I who I Am or Am I who was whammed

Good Morning Relatives

Wow, I was looking back at some of my old posts, actually I was so far only able to look through one, Walking on Water, and while it was really great to be able to see all that stuff that happened and read through the never ending story that life really is, what my brain my mind was really looking at while I was reviewing the past was not the story, it was the writing. Examining old blogs made me acutely aware not only of what kind of mind my brain used to be but also what kind of story I used to be able to tell more importantly, what I am not able to tell now/yet.

Wow so different today it's a small peek into the effect that the brain injury had/has had on me so far I say so far because like the word yet so far doesn't fence me in, so far allows me to recreate me it is the path forward far has a nice intonation doesn't it so that some day I can meet myself again coming down the road.

Yesterday I was visiting with my good friend and sometimes therapist Dr Judy C after she had visited with Dr Rachel the audiologist who recently diagnosed me with three separate "injuries?", conditions? that are a result of the brain injury I had this summer they are Hyperacusis, Misophonia, and Tinnitus and my friend who has and is and will be a great support for me was pretty taken aback about how horrific my life/sound world became and remained so every minute every second of every day since 6-6-2019  she understood how horrific my mental life has become and she was pretty amazed that I was handling it all as well as I am/was.

I'm not so sure I am handling it that well. I seem to have put so much focus into trying to ignore/manage/shut out the ever-present sound pathology that clings to my head like an invisible sound amplification film that was sprayed inside my brain and is completely totally impervious to any attempt at volume adjustment that modern medicine or even medical imagination has come up with that I have been unable to have any except the smallest most fleeting relief from these three brain invaders let alone enjoy or easily participate in the common shared experience that we live in or even begin to be understood or supported by the rigid unyielding parameters of the workers comp insurance that is supposed to insure that I am able to return to a non affected state that I have disconnected with the consciousness stream that was/is my wonder woman blogging self. yeah I had trouble finding my way through and out of that labyrinthian thought also but, I think it is accurate.

so why am I disconnected from me? why does it appear to be so? Am I disconnected? or am I so completely focused on managing the three space invaders inside of my brain that are trying to consume me and my life that I am barely able to function let alone let flow onto the page the integrative imaginative and deeply clear rich mental complexity that was my bloggness self before I got hit in the head last summer.

Misophonia: she is like the Gorgon of the brain stalking about like a fire spewing dragon headed Being that never sleeps.  She hates and I mean HATES particular sounds and when they occur she raises the fear level inside of me way beyond red alert more like a blazing cosmic exploding purply orange lightening strike white consuming tidal wave of anxiety and nightmare.....
why is that so? because its not just that I pick these sounds up, thanx to having concurrent Hyperacusis (the brain damage from the work injury this summer changed something in my central cochlear and brain auditory complex so that it amplifies sound reception in my head way WAY, WAAAAY LOUDER than it really is. Technically any sound above 20 decibels that's essentially a very soft whisper to me sounds like I'm sitting with my head inside a rock concert speaker)
so misophonic sounds channeled through the hyperacusis amplifier turn into something other than what you hear for example; try escaping the sound of rain on the roof that sounds like millions of ball bearings falling right over your head while trying to sleep or trying to focus on washing and rinsing when the water in the shower  hitting/hating your skin sounds like its going to take your head off, or the sound of people including yourself talking or eating in a restaurant making your head hurt so bad that you have to excuse yourself to go vomit in the bathroom every five to ten minutes, or the sound of this blasted keyboard  a zipper or velcro on a winter jacket the cars on the highway a quarter mile away the dinging of the car when started random conversation screaming kids the list goes on and on. I wonder if Apple makes a hyperacusis sensitive keyboard or if there are any doctors at all left whose hands are not attacking a keyboard the entire time they are "examining" me in a medical or therapeutic visit? when was the last time your doctor actually touched you or looked at you with your clothes off? Misophonia has a very long list of unacceptable phonic intruders and thanx to the hyperacusis she has every right to believe that those sounds are a major threat.

Misophonia HATES a multitude of sounds that I am totally unable to prevent from reaching her inside my brain and that is where she lives this sound hating gorgon headed amazonian woman that is trying to protect my brain from re-injury. I am quite sure that that is what she is up to. The reaction that courses through me when misophonic sounds strike the wings of her helmet and reverberate off of her shield is wearing thin my ability to prevent her from laying waste to the land and my life. I recognize that any inappropriate negative response directed outside of me would not be good but I have to say if I want to be completely honest that my patience is wearing thin my constant vigilance is tired of being constant and while Misophonia appears to be a super hero with an honest mission, I am not sure my counteractive wonder woman skills are as developed as hers are. although, in my gut when reviewing that previous statement I can tell that I am more endless than she is. hmm maybe a little more compassion for her rather than each of us trying to hack each others head off.

Misophonia is a hatred and I mean HATRED IN THE EXTREME of certain sounds which means that I have an intense negative emotional response to particular random sounds which results in my brain releasing the limbic kraken who in turn pours fear into my central nervous system via my limbic system (feel free relatives to look up any of these medical terms) resulting in extreme physioemotional reactions like anger, fear lots of fear, confusion, vomiting, severe fight or flight which rapidly turns into "Attack ATTack ATTACK!!!" and I have to stop all of this every time it happens before I set my own house on fire.

all of which is going on inside of me while everyone else around me is pretending that nothing is wrong yep that's what I just said everyone else is pretending nothing is wrong because I no less than a half a nano-second earlier just explained to them how I perceive the world around me and already they have moved on to what ever screensaver their attention span is focused on now. do you think that peoples addiction to transportable technology has stopped their ability to brain dive?

I understand that Misophonia operates with the soul/sole intent of saving me from further trauma to the head, but until I can convince her that I am no longer working at the sawmill, that all the random sounds I encounter are not indicative of eminent danger; I have to grab ahold of me and Her inside of me and keep me in a neutral place and position so that I don't end up annihilating my remaining chance of being an acceptable and well adjusted common person among the masses so much so and so constantly that I end up with e x t r e m e l y s l o o o o w s p e e c h pa t terns and so rt o f a f r e e z e frame body and mind that makes me appear to be .... Brain damaged? well I am brain damaged but not in the way science has imagined.

My damaged brain has become my own personal dysfunctional super hero and my outward appearance of being damaged is more to do a loss of my multitasking ability combined with having to be otherwise engaged inside my own head and body while everyone around me pushes me to be better, to get well, to be normal.

when Relatives was I ever normal? I'm not sure how it's going to work out in the long run I think taking the time to outline what is going on inside of me will give me a clue.

Actually given the circumstances thank life that I am functioning so well as I appear to be

something is niggling at the edge of my consciousness there is something here among the active rubble that is trying to fall into place and help me see in my own particular way how to work with Misophonia how to communicate with the outside world and make my own decisions as to how I can get well and how I can find my way. maybe if I can find a quiet place I can think about it.

thanx for listening I think this is enough for today  I'll look at hyperacusis next time.

take care relatives sometimes it takes time to realize that if all I am doing is reacting to my environment (while I can be glad for who my baseline is) I am determined to work my way back to sitting back and seeing, hearing, understanding, observing and choosing who and how I want to be in the world around me isn't that what life is? really

Later tater
love ya
mean it



Wednesday, January 22, 2020

Dude Where's My Brain?

Good Morning Relatives

It's been a while.  

Monday I got reconnected to the internet here at home. It's a little scary. Anxiety about change maybe? Anxiety about being public, I'm not sure but it has taken me till Wednesday to sit down and refigure out how to log in and write a new blog post and I am here, HERE, heRe.  LOL heRe I like that 

It reminds me of a T-shirt a friend of mine (Deb) has it says: 

Let's Eat Grandma
Let's Eat, Grandma

Commas save lives

LOL isn't  that funny!  Deb is funny I miss her face and all the individuality that runs across it, her kindness, her intensity, her integrity, her humor and her steadfastness.I miss her sharing with me/others how she sees the world.  I miss Karleena also she has gone on to the Spirit world leaving behind a gap where her passion and majestic humor used to be. Karleena we enjoyed your beingness 

it might take me a few tries to get my brain up and running again in MLB blogstyle
I got hit in the head last summer and it caused a TBI with multiple changes in how my brain perceives and interacts with the world around me and the within me world as well  so heRe we are I are I am working my way back to IAM

I think it's a good idea