Innerworkings

4.11.23 - Qiryat Shemona, Israel 

Last night I had a bad dream.

and this morning I pulled the “Dream” oracle card reversed. Dream is the oracle property for the Poppy plant, which when reversed, symbolizes addiction, loss of touch with reality, materialism, obsession, unintentionality, and temptation. 

I had asked the cards what innate quality I should access in order to find inner peace. Perhaps, it's about coming face to face with my subconscious demons. I can only think to leap in the literal direction, which suggests doing some dreamwork to put a mirror to the face of my ego. 

 

Writing Prompt: When am I pursuing false ideals for the sake of vanity or personal growth?

  • my attachment to “non-monogamy” because I don't want to look like someone who needs someone else
  • “i am a full time musician”. I am not anything full-time; I am many things always. 
  • “i am perfect and never wrong”. I am flawed, but open to learning and growing. Like every other human being on this planet, I don't know anything. 

Ignis Natura Renovatur Integra 

Nature is completely renewed by FIRE

When I was a child, a boy with seemingly a lot of power called me "ugly". On a separate occasion, he told me that I couldn't sing. This was on the night that I played the lead in the school musical and sang my first solo. 

On both occasions, I believed him. I identified with those thoughts early and let them dictate my understanding of my talents thereafter. All this time, I've thought I was free. 

When I'm told that I am beautiful, I struggle to accept it. When I'm told that I can sing, I laugh to myself. 

When I can separate from myself, I can see my talents, as tangible things gloating on the space above me. They surround me, but they are not me. 

On a profound level, the teachings are touching very significant areas for me - the areas of self-love, direct communication, manifestation, will, desire, ego, psychological death, and spiritual ascension. 

Of course on the surface my ego looks to be steeped in darkness, lust, perversion, but if i'm to zoom out and use the ego to my advantage, to treat is as my slave, not my master, then I can see, with great clarity, the power I have to claim by purely examining it. 

To examine it would be to begin the process of freeing myself from past conditioning, and from the fables of childhood. 

what matters 

it doesn’t matter what people say 

what matters is if you believe them 

i would argue that 99% of human communication is people projecting their insecurities at each other 

and the way we interpret that information is steeped in bias as well 

how do we hold on to what we know to be true about ourselves? 

i am a musician 

i have been singing since i could talk, and i’ve been recording myself long before i even made my first friend 

all that is dear and precious to me is within me 

no one else has the ability to see, understand, or to question that 

and those that do are actually just questioning something inside of themselves

i think about guitar 

It’s painful 

It requires real work, patience, dedication, hope, fear, bravery 

And when you get to the other side, you’re faced with a forest of mountains 

 

I’m being taken through an exploration of my own mind 

And the ways in which it’s powerful yet so fragile 

It’s like a fun house where every thing becomes an exaggerated version of itself 

 

the paradox of 

if “love” is about having, then desire is about wanting 

can we want what we already have?

1.2.22 

observe 

the nature of it as though it’s a wild animal in a forest 

watch it 

get to know its patterns 

and remember God 

nothing will happen to you 

everything will be fine 

the universe doesn’t give you anything you can’t handle 

with these ordeals comes the opportunity to learn and expand 

we need these ordeals

The Professional vs The Amateur 

Because the process of learning is one without end, a professional will always also be an amateur throughout the whole of her life. The professional is first born as an amateur, then spends enough time exercising the skill, that she is able to break into a new realm of understanding, of submission to the skill, making her no longer just the student, but ironically the master of it. 

The Amateur reveals herself in her effortful approach to mastery. At times awkward and timid, she curiously stumbles through new expansive chambers that have transient walls. And she expends great effort wondering if she can truly pass through them. By encountering these ‘walls’ frequently and with persistence, she is able to perceive them as mere illusions and finally make it through, uncovering new chambers on the other side. This happens in a sort of lucid dream state, over and over, urging the Amateur, with patience and desperation, to keep discovering new chambers.  This patience and desperation serve to push the Amateur through hallways at which she’d normally pause, unsure which might be the ‘right’ path to take. Through those hallways, the Amateur is able to unearth the potential to transform herself into a Professional. 

Where the Amateur may pause, reluctant to take authority over her skill, the Professional will glide past, almost in a drunken dance to a waltz whose beginning she knows well. She’s been here before and has mastered its cunning elegance in meter, its intoxicating, cascading arpeggios, as well as the undeniable risk involved in following it through narrow corridors. Yet, as she dances, new flowers bloom in the fields of her mind, the windows of her ears are blown open, and new winds come in and flow throughout the whole of her, such that even when she reaches that point in the waltz that she’s never encountered before, the Professional can let herself be taken by the winds of its whims. 

We can think of the dynamic between the professional and the amateur as the dynamic between a master and a student. There may be a period of delay in between the moment a student becomes a master and the moment a student becomes aware of her mastery. For a period of time, the Amateur looks to the outside world to satisfy all that is confused inside of her. To take an idea from Rilke, I would say that the mastery enters into the Amateur unassumingly, without alarm, and she is changed immediately, in the way that a house changes when a guest enters into it. And eventually she can perceive herself as a Professional and in a perfect situation, so too does the world. 

About Money 

If we take into consideration the root ‘profession’ in professional, then we can consider the economic implications of the distinction between a professional and an amateur. A professional is a skilled worker who is awarded money for her work. From her skill, she makes a ‘profession’, one that continually drives her overall purpose for creating, and becomes dependent on extrinsic value in order to remain alive. 

In the same token, I take it as no accident that the root ‘ama’ is found in the word ‘amateur’, depicting the root of love, or soul in the work of the amateur.

(to be continued...maybe)

09.20.21 

incognito mode  

it’s time to reconnect with the mothers  

satisfy my soul 

lift my mind, seriously raise it from the cement 

course correction 

08.26.21 

i don’t know what season we’re in but i love everybody and everything 
I’m actually not sure I’ve ever experienced this amount of extended joy in my life 
i’m just constantly really happy and grateful 
despite the burning buildings around me 
i’m really, really enjoying myself 
i’m kind of letting life write itself, letting the stories write themselves 
extracting lessons and blessings from all of this 
also! things are starting to make so much more sense… maybe the extended joy began when i bought this piano 
suddenly it’s so clear what was missing 
i’d like to get rid of most everything in my apartment except this piano 
one by one 
anyway, i think i’m destined to be an amazing pianist and composer 
as boring as it sounds 
it just feels so fucking good 
and it makes so much sense to me, it feels more natural 
i enjoy it 
i mean think about it. who the fuck makes it through like 10 years of piano lessons? it has to be someone who really fucking enjoys that shit 
and the jazz stuff, i connect to so much because it’s the perfect intersection of nature and spirit  
like 
wtf 
i’m so excited to be on this journey of learning and fully blossoming into my butterfly

reiki 

stay grounded 
foot reflexology 

am i scared of my heart? 
unpack this with no judgement or fear 

sugar is the devil  
cords coming out of my ears 
who talks shit to me that i’m believing? 
someone close 

it’s me.  
do loving mirror work 
look in the mirror in my eyes and say “i love you” 

my legs want more attention  
move my legs more  
dance! 

prioritize sleep 

keep making strides to be on top of my money  

fall down into my heart 
find openness and i will be free 

create a vision board for the heart 
how important it is to me ?
what fuels my heart?