Agreed, Jed, more awareness is good; it's like medicine: good for ya, but doesn't always taste very good going down.
It often feels like I have much to say until I come to the forum. As I begin typing, or as I contemplate how I can put into a few words that make sense of the torrent of thoughts and feelings experienced...often there's a strong sense that it's pointless--meaning nothing I have to say really means anything in the 'big picture,' or what is said is not intelligent/helpful. And/or even with the anonymity here, feelings of shame and fear arise, or I get my own answer. But I type anyway.
I seem to be achieving my goal of being forced to notice and feel, and deal with who I think I am every single time I post something, or even think about it, and every single time I receive a response, or not receive a response. And, within this forum that is almost always intensely frightening.
I do not like this process..........Sam I AM. I do not like it here or there. I do not like it anywhere. I do not like this process Jed I AM. Now where did the thought of Green Eggs and Ham come from? Same 'place' all the other thoughts come from.
There are times, though, when neutral feelings are present, or deep feelings of gratitude arise to have been given the Grace to really Begin to Feel Truth. That's just the greatest gift. But it has a hefty price tag. I would like to get to the point when I can say, "Say, I do like this process, Jed I AM!" At this point, however, all I can say is, "Thank you, Jed I AM, for pointing the way back 'inward.' Thank you!"
So here's this point again: post or delete? Who decides? Is deciding actually even happening in this moment? Already written?
.....minutes pass by.....post it it is. Looks like fear does not win today. I'm still not sure who or what 'decided' that, or if (the illusion of) decision making occurred in this moment. From what I can gather, there's something here that's tired of playing this game, tired of dreaming, wants to wake up and grow up. So here's this willingness to take the medicine/pay the price of looking at and feeling fear based crap. And, really, the deep sense is that the only thing I really give up is ignorance....fear.