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Finding the Inner Voice

I was talking to an associate once about meditation.  I was explaining to him about controlling the inner voice.

“You mean voices.” he said, ”I have a lot of voices talking in my head sometimes.’”

So, what we came up with during that sitting was how to find ones control voice among ones inner voices.  Getting a handle on your control voice will help you get a handle on controlling your thoughts, and, thereby, have better control over your life.

Here’s how you find your control voice:

1. Look at the palm of your hand.

2. Wiggle your fingers.

3. Say to yourself, with words inside your head, ‘This is the palm of my hand, and I have just wiggled my fingers.’

4. Mentally note where this voice is, and how to refer back to it.

Here’s another way to look at this feature of the mind.  It is focus, a trait and ability of the Human mind.  Aside from short confirmations, such as, ‘I’m going to enjoy this.’, focus does not need to talk in order to function efficiently.  In fact, it is probably better if it keeps its mouth shut most of the time.  All you want is the place from where the voice comes.

Learn to control it.  Get quiet, and relaxed.  Have that voice count your breaths.  Don’t allow any of the other stray voices, nor stray thoughts passing through your mind to interfere.  Practice this till you can do it for several minutes.

Following this phase, get quiet, and relaxed, then set your focus in a lawn chair out in the yard of your mind.  Let stray thoughts, and voices wrestle, and tumble, and fool around further out in the yard of your mind.  Observe them, but don’t acknowledge them, nor interact with them in any way.  Most of those stray thoughts, and voices will just leave.  This is a more Buddhist form of meditation.

Another thing to do is to allow your focus to rest entirely.  Set up a guard in your mind that intercepts those stray thoughts, and voices.  This guard informs those stray thoughts, and voices that you are busy at the moment, and asks them to come back later.  I actually use the vision of a theater usher in an ushers monkey suit and a flashlight that approaches stray thoughts, and voices, saying, ‘Shhh!  If you don’t be quiet, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.’  This is a more Christian form of meditation.

When you are skilled at controlling your focus, you can practice ‘contemplation.’  Contemplation, like meditation, is a form of mindfulness.  To practice contemplation, one picks a subject, or a phrase, or a system, or an object, and explores it with their mind, excluding  thoughts on anything else.  This practice is often referred to as Platonic Exploration, due to certain philosophical views Plato professed.  A contemplative session is also referred to as an ‘Edisons Nap,’ as Thomas Edison was adept at overcome engineering problems using this technique.

Till next time, remember, you have one of the rarest, and one of the most phenomenal material matrices located up there in your brain housing group.  Learn to get the best out of it.  You are spectacular.

Exit Stage Right

I’ve contemplated death Platonically, as an academic exercise.  To study death otherwise would be a waste of time, as one could not publish their conclusions.

Brian Reed with a camel in Iraq.In my personal life, I’ve recently had an event that caused me to revisit my contemplations on the subject.  This is a picture of my cousin, Brian Reed.  Brian was an adventurous man who died tragically in a motorcycle accident just a day or so ago.

This blog post is dedicated to the memory of my comrade and cousin Brian.   As such, it is also a venue to shamelessly garner sympathy for the loss of Brian from as broad an audience as possible.

Carl Sagan said that the purpose of Humanity is to be a venue for the Cosmos to examine Its Self.  Somewhere in my study of religion I came across an ancient Christian text that proclaims it is the nature of Humanity to seek God … I can’t seem to find this passage again, so you’ll just have to take my word for it that it was written.  Though the two expressions use different verbiage and are from divergent camps on the subject, they say the same thing.  In any event, using the criteria that Humans are intended to be vessels for experiences, Brian was an expert practitioner of Humanity.

This is what I came up with.

The human is comprised primarily of two distinct  rudiments, matter and consciousness.  Time, Space, nor Energy are directly discussed at this juncture, as they impact the subject matter to a much lesser degree. Matter is very easily discernible, to the extent that most of us come to believe that matter is all we are.  On the other hand, consciousness is so ethereal that it is undelineateable scientifically … yet we experience physically through consciousness.  Life is the state of consciousness and matter becoming a team.

There comes a point to all of us when the body sustains wear and damage to the extent that matter is no longer able to retain consciousness, and consciousness is no longer able to sustain matter.   The team is forced to dissolve, and the constituents go their separate ways.

The fate of our matter after death is obvious.  After death our physical being is recycled by nature  … “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.”  The very atoms of which we are made then have the bragging rights to a most spectacular adventure.

The fate of our consciousness is far less obvious.  The question of the disposition of our consciousness after death has been a subject of debate and speculation for thousands, and thousands of years.  I don’t think anyone really knows, and I won’t even pretend that I have a definitive answer.  However, it seems logical to me that if our matter is assimilated back into the infinite store of Cosmic matter, it must be so with our consciousness.  I believe that our consciousness is absorbed by the infinite consciousness of the Cosmos.  I also believe that whatever ethereal construct of which our consciousness is made then has bragging rights to a most spectacular adventure.

Till next time, remember, you are yourself spectacular, and, if I had my druthers, I druther you didn’t run with scissors, nor ride motorcycles.