Spilled Milk

 ... Bella Ciao Ciao Ciao...

As I came across a snippet of this revolutionary song while scrolling, the first words that came to my mind were "Spilled Milk". And you might ask, why is that? So let me explain.

As per my limited knowledge, this was an Anthem for an Italian revolutionary workers movement. I wondered about these movements and revolutions. What makes loving parents take up arms, take to the streets and fight to death, endangering the lives of their loved ones? In what universe could that be a rational thing to do? Instead of, say, find a small boat and escape to a distant land away from this chaos and rebuild a simple, hard-working but happy life from scratch. 

And the answer that came to me was: because there is no other way. Not because it is physically not possible, but because it is emotionally not possible. I mean, once you have come face-to-face with suffering and injustice of a certain level, this is now spilled milk. You cannot put this back into the glass. You cannot undo the knowing of evil. Then, how do you continue living? It would damage your psyche for sure unless you fight with this evil. (Of course, you could join forces with this evil, but that would damage your psyche even further.) Even if you sail away to a far off distant land, you are taking your damaged psyche with you. The resolution to the problem of survival may have been solved, but the resolution to the psychic damage from meeting evil would always remain elusive. And if you ignore it, you will unconsciously pass on the trauma to your children, generation after generation would suffer without even knowing why. So, it makes sense that you might want to take the full force of this blow and. not pass it on to the next generation's burden. 

All this is of course my speculation. It is hard to know how they felt unless you are in the exact same situation. There are places in the mind you haven't traveled to, a privilege you should be thankful for. But the mind develops through little explorations, isn't it? Well, how much of this is growth, and at what point does it becomes damage? There is no answer to this because it really depends on the specific case. Every experience, every blow - can either be used for growth or for damage. No one is to blame, but both these outcomes are possible, I think depending on how much effort you are wiling to make, how much you seek.

In other words, the solution to every "mental health problem" exists. Some are of course more difficult than others.

Someone is going on with life, there are some rules and everything is great. This goes on, until something breaks. Until one day one is faced with a situation that abruptly breaks this paradigm. The milk is spilled. A door has already been opened which you cannot close. You cannot unsee what you saw. Well, then instead of fighting with it, you find a way to harmoniously live with this. Is this dysfunction? No. That is literally how experiences expand your brain. This is your new life now, and it necessarily needs to be different from your old life. There is no definition of how little or how much this can be before one starts calling it dysfunctional. Actually, dysfunction doesn't exist. Of course, some ways of attempting to solve this new problem are more constructive than others. But all instinctive attempts make sense and do take one closer to solving the psychic wound.

And different people have different kinds of psychic wounds. Which makes putting people in boxes inherently a violent thing to do (although I understand that the brain does this to simplify things especially in a perceived dangerous situation where it is imperative to act fast). Anyway, the people in the Swaminarayan community have a psychic wound where I suspect their focus has become very negative. And they have found a way, a ritual, a practice, that helps them live happily or maybe take them closer to easing the pain from this wound. The absolutely need the exceptional prostrate submission to God. Someone needs dancing and singing, someone needs silence. Someone needs sex, someone needs celibacy. Someone needs rebellion, someone needs submission. People need different religions, different lifestyles, different political systems even. I don't understand the need to fight for a "true" system. But I don't know, if you say something works because of absolute faith, then you cannot not believe this to be the absolute truth applicable to everybody - and thus by definition prevent you from seeing the nuance. In fact, in this situation, the nuance becomes your enemy and somewhat of a threat to survival. And you fight it like one, I guess. People fight to preserve their systems. 

Sometimes, this could become a vicious cycle. Or a dirty little puddle, as I want to call it. The system itself can induce a specific kind of psychic injury which makes the system necessary for survival. That's quite a scary thought. Maybe it's possible to transcend these things. As I said earlier, some ways of trying to heal are better than others. 

Moral of the story: don't be afraid of spilled milk. Accidents happen all the time and milk can get spilled by mistake. Anytime, anywhere. Keep cool, calm down, take inventory. Denial is not going to help you, and crying or panicking will certainly not. Trust that there are sponges and cleaning gear available for everything you could have possibly spilled. Spilled milk. Or blood. Or stinky trash. Or sticky slime so hard to clean. There is always a way. If you keep calm and look for a solution. There is no need to overreact, nothing is lost, it's a small setback but it can be taken care of. Relax. Breathe.

Don't be too attached to the past. Do not cry over spilled milk.

When things seem to be at their absolute worst, remember one thing: you can always make it even worse 😈  Lol, don't do it.

Satyameva Jayate : The Truth always wins

Yes, this used to be a boring sentence, I heard from here and there. Mainly, on the bottom of the Asoka pillar with the four-headed lion, which also appears as an emblem on my passport. Yeah, it's the same anthem. It could just as well have come from the mouth of an old man moralizing. Something like, "Honesty is the best policy", you know. Not something you would tattoo on your skin, or psyche, or want on a label stuck to you for the rest of (or a significant part of) your life. It could have been something more interesting, something with literary depth, perhaps a beautiful and reflective and romantic sentence from a good author. But oh...

And today at 33 years old, this sounds so profound and meaningful to me. Oh, how life changes! How it expands and makes us see more and learn more. Sometimes you can't keep up, you have to zone out to apply brakes on the growth, it happens much too fast and chaotic. Then it slows down to use only one part of your brain as a background process. This path - though subconscious or unconscious - actually takes up the majority of your processing power. But it's not a problem. The complexity of our immediate experiences in the world is too small and can be handled by a much smaller GPU aka the conscious mind. This whole arrangement thus causes a pseudo-split in the circuits processing different things. It is possible to go on like this forever, to live out the rest of your life as per script, oftentimes known as Fate. You might think you write the script, but you are actually deeply 'inspired' by your motivations and likes and wants and desires, etc, you know not comes from where. Yes, it comes from your subconscious. To some insightful people, who can glance into your subconscious, with a lot of knowledge and brain computation power, it is not a very difficult task then to 'predict' your Fate. Sometimes, if your Fate is leading towards something negative, it is even possible to use some spells or magic, aka somatic psychology, to produce a shift in your subconscious that can help you evade your Fate. So yes, there are hacks. Like motivational videos, relaxation techniques, fantasies, etc. 

However, the subconscious is a powerful force, many times stronger than you. You cannot fight and suppress and win, like many religions like Christianity propose, by asking you to not commit sins. Yes you can have temporary victories and I guess the world can roll on it for a while, I guess it is possible to have continuous distractions too. But it all got to give way at some point. Unstable equilibriums have short lives. I mean, don't get me wrong, they exist because they have a purpose - get you over and across an insurmountable barrier. But the same energy that was your friend and got you across the barrier now becomes your enemy if you continue living with the same energy. One has to learn how to say thank you and good bye to friends.

Given that for most people, you don't get to be the slave-master (not even a good one), nor the slave (which some people try by avoiding accountability), the only thing you can do is build a life-long friendship. If nurtured well, this is the most sacred and deepest friendship you will ever have. In my opinion, you need 2 main ingredients. One is trust: you have to build trust by showing up consistently and lovingly even if it gets hard sometimes. If you win your dragon's trust, there is no feeling you can ever experience that is more exhilarating. You are overcome with so much love and gratefulness. The other ingredient is fun: you have to enjoy doing fun things with your dragon. I know we are not often told this, but fun is powerful magic. It creates bonds like no other. Your dragon is a shape-shifter and many versions will come along, sometimes even multiple ones. Sing songs and dance and make love with all of them. For the little ones, make them pretty and colorful and give them enough kisses. And let each one of them come and go without resentments. These elements, Trust and Fun - together conjure up a beautiful sense of security and blissfulness.

Does too much knowledge interfere with magic? Maybe they compete for trust, but I think awareness can integrate them. One got to basically trust and build faith in the process. Not merely talk about it.

Did I digress? I probably did, I don't know. But I was basically talking about how I grew up. What really happened that made my brain capacity expand and understand more complexity than say 10 years ago. So much that today the words 'Satyameva Jayate' sound infinitely profound. No, it's not petty moralizing - that was the only association we had with truth as children perhaps. And later, I associated truth with love and trust. But now I see this phrase as an expression of something beyond this life. That it talks about a process over many decades and even generations. Hundreds of years that civilizations rise and fall. Many people try to erase the truth. Maybe they burn books, they kill people, they destroy evidence. And yet, what is true emerges from the depths. It always finds a way. Evidence of course gets harder and harder to destroy, but there are attempts to dilute it with propaganda that sometimes gives a temporary illusion of success. I believe however that, no matter how good we get at using advanced technology to suppress the truth, even if there comes a day when it is possible to destroy every shred of evidence even from our own memory, the truth remains somewhere buried deeply in our psyches and will emerge victorious from the depths whenever the time is right. The truth always wins.

The Fall

 Life is interesting when you are going through something. But aren't you always going through something? That is the very definition of life - and yet you panic. Because you fear the wind pushing your ship around and forget that when at the steering wheel the wind is your friend. When you are surfing, the waves are your friends. Yes, they are unpredictable and they should be, because how else is a dance possible?

I thought I'd hate everything. I thought I'd see the world through dark grey shades. I had fallen in love with the winter, grown attached even. And I didn't want it to end. I was scared. What I didn't know was that I had just fallen in love. When spring came I fell in love with spring and when summer came I fell in love with summer. I fell in love with my friends, I also fell in love with strangers. I fell in love with the guy sitting beside me in the tram. I fell in love with the shopkeeper who gave me free baklava. I fell in love with the colors. I fell in love with Berlin. I fell in love with life. And this wouldn't have happened if I didn't first fall.

Purple Cabbage

 I was asked to do some quick and short creative writing with 'purple' and 'cabbage', so here we go...

When you mention marinated purple cabbage among the list of ingredients in my tacos, you needn't say no more. I'm already drooling, waiting for my taco order. I forgot whether it was barbacoa or carne asada. I forgot whether I asked for extra cheese. I do remember though, that I asked for generous amounts of red salsa and green salsa and guacamole. Staring at the counter waiting for my order, I already feel my teeth biting through the slightly sour and crunchy purple cabbage while an explosion of juices from the delicious salsa and flavors from the tender meat fill my mouth. I'd slowly savour it as time would stop, until it reached my stomach with a wholesome gulp and a kick of euphoria. I was rudely woken up from my reverie by a man telling me - "I am sorry, we are out of purple cabbage. We only have green cabbage. Would you still like your tacos or would you prefer your money back?"

My heart sank and then I felt angry and then I made one of the most difficult decisions of the day. "I'd still like to have my tacos," I said. So, I had my tacos with boring but standard green cabbage, which wasn't so bad. I was satisfied enough with my day.

Crisis Again (but fainter...)

 

 

I was almost going to post this on my Instagram story because it resonated with me on some level, or wanted a certain someone to see it to understand, with a slight bend towards coercive social shaming that this is one proud way to live, in fact the trendier one. Maybe I wanted to shame other people too, I don’t know. Or maybe I didn’t want to, I was just considering the implication of doing that. Because that is what it would mean had I shared it to my story. But I didn’t because it did not resonate with me on that level. 

Yes, I do think I am indeed that kind of a rebel. And I am happy to see I am not alone. And I do see other people caged (but who is to say I have no cages?). But I don’t think it is wise to look down upon another person’s experience, even if it might feel like it is spiritually backward. First of all, needing to look down on other people’s life choices and feel extremely snug and proud about your own, in order to feel good, shows a poor source of confidence for your own choices. It is a trauma response. Interestingly enough, going through that stage is a necessity though. For the ego and for forward propulsion out of the injured state. I did go through that stage, I look back now and think. Identifying with the song “I’m an Albatross” exemplifies this avatar. Or archetype, if you’ll call it that. You need to become ‘something’ to handle ‘something’. You could choose either, based on which something you can control. It’s an interesting topic to delve into.

I'm an Albatross:

After realizing how much bucketloads of crap I had put up with because of the 2018 drama in my life (it was very shaming in some way, hard to explain. Kind of like, someone looking at your most vulnerable parts and laughing at them… ), I became dead focussed on ‘sanity’ and ‘normalcy’. I had zero tolerance for bullshit. But honestly, the drama was a blessing in disguise and I knew it on some level even then. I was now a fierce tiger and dealt excellently with any bullshit coming my way. I also got blessed with amazing people who are my best friends even today and my most favorite condo in Tempe. It felt like magic, like God was blessing me. I shed off weight by disconnecting from the old. Any weird stuff coming my way slipped off me like water droplets off a lotus leaf. My fighting spirit intact, I felt invincible. And then the epitome of sanity and normalcy and beauty and harmony, cherry on the cake, was delivered to my doorstep as my roommate who then became my boyfriend.

I held on to this trajectory even through the difficult times that followed. I fought through and achieved heart-warming success because my conviction was strong and my goal seemed closer than ever. I was indulging in it all, perhaps refusing to see when the trajectory had changed and got out of my control. I was after all not as powerful as I thought. I am only human (and everybody else I thought as fools in the past were humans too). And the goal I thought was attainable turned out to be a pipe dream. Thus, it is a thing to have strong convictions and fight for them. It is also a thing to be humble enough to realize some of your convictions may be faulty or erroneous. I guess that’s what we mean when we say we are all searching for the Truth. And then religion has tried to answer this question, and so has capitalism or socialism or any other forms of philosophy. But religion does not give a direct answer and instead has all these twisted messages that one is supposed to interpret and make sense of. Whatever that means, one thing seems clear to me, that the answer is subjective. Otherwise, the answer would be known by now that we have been around for thousands of years. We are all on a journey.

The motive to me seems, is to live your best life. And keep in mind ‘best’ is subjective too. Basically, it means do your best - and that’s so vague, lol, I really love that we have such words which have an exact meaning but are still so unspecific. Anyway, for most part, it means attaining awesome states of mind, living inside a healthy body, enjoying and seeking sensations that Nature has to offer. And the way to do that depends on how we are able to synergize our internal experience with the external. Both of these can be tweaked, and so the confusion arises how to go about it. Honestly, it is a different dimension and we cannot fathom it. But we are able to go one step at a time, and then the integration will cause a movement in this dimension, like the integral of dx in mathematics (lol). The problems that might arise are: someone might pursue ecstasy, or someone might use negative experiences to determine their path (because those are more easy to know clearly). The right thing will just feel right, and you will know it if you let yourself know it.

So, how about the relatively recent 'crisis'? Without the minimal social support I had before I couldn’t be a fighter anymore. It will take a while to figure out what exactly happened with me. But this is not the first time I have experienced a crisis like this. At this point, I just realize there is so much to learn and accept that I don’t yet. I want to get to know myself better - but there’s no saying that that’s something unchanging (gotta find out too about what it is that’s constant). And which aspect is the dragon? And I guess at some point I will have to submit to whatever archetype is taking over me because that would be the next stage of development. Sitting on the fence is not an option (but still required for some time for the sake of healing). This avatar would rise and then it would fall and crash again. And I would still be okay. My previous crisis was guilt, and now my crisis is fear. I just have to carry it with me and caretake it and it will disappear via assimilation. I’ll be fine. I’ll be better than fine.

Selfishness

 I was inspired to resume writing when I recently read an article that reminded me of me - the way I drew analogies from life. I was like, why did I ever stop? Thoughts flit through my mind and are lost without a trace, like a particle-antiparticle pair created from nothing and destroyed unto nothing. Fatigue seems to have caught up with me, years of struggling to just make it over the line. Whatever another may argue, I think it was necessary. There was no other way to get what I want. Such is the world.

I thought I'd start with this topic about selfishness because it is my immediate answer to the article I just read. Although I have never before thought of the world the way the author does, I agree in many ways. I do think there is no universal one size fits all and some people are always going to suffer. Sometimes it's their own fault, sometimes it is not. Well, 'fault' itself is a hard-to-define word. There is no justice in this world, I believe that strongly. So, what is my response? I want to protect my soul in this cold, cold world. I am not saying people are bad, but they are all flawed and destructive, including myself. And most importantly, everybody has very limited knowledge and are making life decisions through games they don't even know they are playing. 'Why' seems to be a long forgotten word.

Given now that I was born into this mad world, I need to find the treasure that is mine, that is hidden, but I can get there. Most people don't even believe they can have a treasure! But sadly, some of them actually don't. Some people are so deep inside the well that they can probably never get out. They say, you can do anything - but that is bullshit. Some people are mentally disabled, they can't do 'anything'. Some people are poor. There are millions of other problems that people suffer from. But life is still worth living if you believe in it. They accept that suffering will always be a part of their life and make peace with it (a relevant religion or philosophy definitely helps). Having thus conquered pain, they set a realistic goal that can make their life better. In this process, they are able to live through the same emotional states another more privileged person is able to live through. Maybe even better. And thus they win at life.

Curled up and Cozy

So, I am back in the world of blogging, hopefully for good. I hope this lasts... or do I? This is the comforting place I go back to when I am not in an actively happy state. But am I sad? I don't think so. I don't know how to describe this state but it is what it is. However, this blog is not about my state. It is about thoughts that come to me. Which usually happens when I am in this state, lol. But I'd like to share this piece of me, for whatever it's worth, to anybody out there, in this world, in this cosmos or beyond. So, hey! Welcome to my blog. :)