Falling in love (even for five minutes)

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PART ONE

I have a personality something like a nice mellow golden retriever. I quite simply love to love. Love to love you, Baby. Yeah, yeah, yeah. (Wag, wag, wag.)

If I had my way, I would openly love anyone. I’m aware how unrealistic that is on our troubled planet, but in my dream world, loving openly, freely, and enthusiastically would be a brilliant way to live. I have a natural inclination to look for the good in people; it simply feels better to me to look for good than to look for bad.

I think it would be great not to have to censor my attraction for people. If I liked something about someone I would like just to say so. I could talk about anything without filtering for political correctness or worrying how the other person might misinterpret my words.

The love that I speak of is not always nor not even necessarily romantic or erotic. Yet for the most part social forces have dumbed down love and sex to the level of a Jughead comic or a Hallmark card. If a comment can be taken as a romantic compliment, it becomes one. So on the slight dangerous side, for example, if I, a male, were to tell a female that I loved how her pink, fleshy lips looked, oh, my, God!

Some people would be threatened or instantly offended by such a remark, no matter how innocent and complimentary it may be in my mind. It would automatically be taken as a suggestive sex wish or a come-on. It would be cast as erotic or romantic because in the Jughead world we talk about physical characteristics of people we are attracted to when we want to share an experience with them. In the old days this would translate to the ever-ubiquitous “Va-va-va-voom!”

“Who, me?”

Then comes the issue of appropriate versus inappropriate behavior, the definitions of which are becoming much murkier these days. Appropriateness is not objective. Excluding flat-out illegal harassing activities, what constitutes inappropriate behavior fluctuates from person to person and from situation to situation.

One woman in a committed relationship might like to hear compliments about her pink, fleshy lips. Another may hear it as disgusting. She might think or say “You can’t say that because I’m taken” as if any possibly flirty comment is invasive and needs to be met with a strong defense.

Imagine a world where a golden retriever is put through human scrutiny whenever he or she  comes up to people to ask for a pet. “I can’t pet you because I am taken. Go away! Shoo!”

For the most part, I keep my yummy-thought-spewing mouth shut. I have learned the art of not sharing those wonderful, delicious thoughts I have about people. There are many unopened gifts gathered underneath the consciousness tree because I have such an active beauty-seeking mind.

PART TWO

When I am attracted to someone for whatever reason, what’s happening psychologically is a process called mirroring. Admiring something in someone else reflects something inside me that I feel good about or that makes me happy.

We’re brainwashed to think that when we are attracted to someone, or to someone’s qualities, that it’s all about who and what that person is. We’re taught how that person bewitches us or drives us crazy or casts a spell on us or is even better than us. Our love songs, romantic movies, erotic movies, and countless other sources lull us into giving the object of our affection huge gobs of emotional control over us.

Yet the truth is that feeling admiration/desire is as much a reflection of who we are as individuals. It reflects our inner landscape—what’s going on inside our minds. If I have loving feelings for a woman whose creativity I admire, it’s as much about my creativity as it is about hers. I notice her creativity because I value mine. And that goes for any other trait I am drawn to.

So the feeling of falling in love (even if it’s for just five minutes) is as much a world of inner discovery as it is being charmed by another. It’s a concentration of energy inspired by someone yet also generated from within me.

I can fall in love at the drop of a hat—or virtually any other article of clothing. I look at someone and appreciate something about that person and feel a burst of energy which I associate with the falling in love phenomenon. It doesn’t mean I need to “have” them (whatever that means.) It means that they are stimulating my neurons.

Although most of our culture thinks of love in physical terms because that’s what we’re taught, love for me is also an energy burst, an upward mood swing, a sense of delight or creative stimulation. This welling-up of energy loves to be expressed, which in this case means communicated or shared. When that crosses into the area of “inappropriate” in the land of romantic boundaries, I just love privately within my inner nature park.

People often wonder why I am so quiet. Perhaps it is because I have too much good to say.

PART THREE 

After having thought about mirroring for awhile—years—I have come to see it as a way we love and express ourselves. So how does that work if I as a man am particularly attracted to a woman with fleshier lips? Does her physical anatomy have anything to do with me? Strangely, yes!

Body parts turn out to be tagged with symbols. Usually unconsciously, sometimes not, we assign symbolic meanings to things including body parts. This symbolic meaning will accompany any interaction that takes place between people. Perhaps I imbue a woman with thicker lips with the symbolism that she is very sensual, would be lovely to kiss, has a more generous personality.

Of course, this is entirely subjective and, as they say, subject to change without notice. My first impulse may be to be attracted or not attracted to a feature for a given reason which could instantly change with the flow of circumstances.

Meanwhile, any given person is much more than one body part or attractive feature, so this symbolic interaction is happening in many realms all at once. Everything we do involves working with the symbols that we have assigned to countless physical and metaphysical qualities—and with those other symbols people have created in their lives.

PART FOUR

The irony will always be that each individual has his and her own symbolic context through which everything is filtered. The outside reality is inwardly perceived.

Realizing that not everyone likes a golden retriever personality in a human being, I know to control my behavior in an affection-neutral style. I know not to express myself without editing for generally accepted standards of appropriateness.

It makes me incredibly dull. Sometimes it means putting my tail between my legs.

 

 

Where do ideas come from?

thinkerHave you ever wondered where ideas come from?

You notice them wandering around inside your brain, but have you considered what happens to cause them? Is your brain the actual idea generator as we are all taught, as science assumes?

OK, sure, far-fetched sounding, but some people who think of these things postulate that our beloved brains may be more like cosmic hunters and gatherers than actual idea generators. The mind may actually exist outside the body. The brain may be more like a sensual receiver for our physical world and somehow merges data from cosmic consciousness.

WHY IS THIS IMPORTANT?

Science has been fascinated following rivers to their source. Same thing here. Let’s do a reality check on reality.

We’re accustomed to taking credit for our brilliant ideas without really investigating the source. A whole legal system is set up around copyrights and trademarks and ownership of intellectual property. We do this all assuming that people create ideas inside their heads as if their physical brains do all the work.

Yet mystics tell us that we already know everything, or have access to all the answers. What is access? Spiritualists often talk about the cosmic library system known as the akasic records. To get there you have to leave your bodies while in meditation/astral travel. This to me sounds like the physical brain reeling in input from consciousness that dwells outside the brain.

I suspect it would be quite a paradigm shift if we ever proved that brains receive brilliance more than generate it. It would surely have an impact on competition as it points to the notion that good ideas are gifts. You didn’t make it up. You found great ideas in the cosmic glurp.

Meanwhile, if the mind resides outside the body, it may not even require the akasic records. The mind could be an aspect of the soul communing with other souls. It’s also said that when we sleep, we leave the body. We could be attending all sorts of parties we never know about!

LIVING IN THE GOOGLED UNIVERSE

These days it’s much easier to think that you’re birthing a brilliant and original idea, only to discover that someone else has already been there, thought that.

In the old days, when you “created” an original idea, it would take great amounts of legwork and research to find out if it had actually been produced, published, or legally claimed. These days we have Google or Bing or numerous others.  When I come up with what I think is an original idea, I immediately check it out in a search engine.

On one hand, it’s shocking to find out how many times my “original” ideas or slogans or phrases have already been thought and used. On the other hand, I have come to worry less about being the first person to think of something. It’s romantic and ego-pleasing to believe that I discovered somethng pristine in the wilderness of consciousness, but technology shows us that other great minds are out there spewing out similar if not identical concepts.

Naturally, I am not condoning or encouraging plagiarism, idea theft, or trademark infringement, especially for commercial enterprises. However, I am suggesting not to worry so much if you want to write an article or play with a slogan that, while original to you, may turn out to have already been used by someone else.

If, on the other hand, it matters greatly that you are original, do use a search engine for quick insight on what has been created and if your glorious new idea is old hat.

MY CREATIVE EXPERIENCE

Within my own head, it does not impact my pleasure one bit to consider that ideas that occur to me come from somewhere other than the hardware of my brain. It’s actually more fun for me to wonder where the idea came from.

Was it something I did or thought or felt in some other lifetime? Was it a cosmic whisper from one of my spirit guides or backup singing angels? Am I just tuning into the cosmos like a radio telescope and by chance overheard a conversation voiced by someone somewhere in deep space?

Lots of times I cannot trace the origin of my ideas in my physical history. It is as they came from somewhere else. One time in my early adult creative life I came up with a novel idea about an afterlife. People would leave a physical life and appear at one end of a world that was ten thousand miles long and a few miles across. They had spiritual bodies that felt real but did not need to sustain them with food or drink. They felt no pain. Their task was simply to walk the length of the planet to the other side. The journey would take as long as it would on Earth.

Presumably, the time they took to walk the planet would help them debrief from their life just lived. At the far end, they encountered a cliff, and which point they were told to jump off. Taking the leap was an act of trust and faith. Logic would have told them that if they survived the transition to the long, skinny planet, jumping off it would not be suicide. It would be just another transition, and they would end up where they were supposed to go.

When I first conceived this idea, I had not heard anything about the astral plane. I knew very little about reincarnation. Then I stumbled upon medium Ruth Montgomery’s new book A World Beyond. I was astonished. She described in her book so much of what I had imagined life was like for the residents of my long, skinny planet.

Had my brain conceived this or received this?

PUT ON YOUR THINKING CAPS

Remember in childhood when school teachers would make a ritual of having kids put on their thinking caps? It’s easy to see in that ritual the metaphor of a thinking antenna that beams in ideas from the collective consciousness outside of human bodies. Brains then receive and process this data, being like a fine tuner of cosmic voices.

This may appear to degrade the role of the brain from sage to idea processor. I don’t think of it like that at all. The brain is phenomenal, and part of that may turn out to be how it blends inspirational input with its duties as shepherds of our physical destiny. Consciousness may be brain data mixed with out-of-body input.

Scientists are still trying to figure out how brains manufacture near-death experience phonomena. From what I can tell, science doesn’t recognize that ideas originate from outside the brain and that the mind exists, or can exist, outside the body. But the idea that the brain processes the out-of-body mind intrigues whatever it is I think with.