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Eddie

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Ripped to shreads
« on: October 16, 2017, 12:00:10 pm »
Hi Jed,

I'm deciding not be a lurker for too long. I came across your first book last week and read it. Rarely do I have a chance to personally thank authors for their work and it is a pleasure for me to do so. Thank you!

Many passages in the book indicated that I've experienced something at least one other person has been through. The one that jumped out the most is the following:
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On the other hand, if it feels like you’re being skinned alive, if it feels like a prolonged evisceration, if you feel your identity unraveling, if it twists you up physically and drains your health and derails your life, if you feel love dying inside you, if it seems like death would be better, then it’s probably the process of awakening. That, or a helluva case of gas.

The phrase that I've used to describe what it feels like what has been happening is being ripped apart, dismemberment.

I really don't know "where" I am in the journey. Obviously, the where is a relative term in the context to that analogy. I've been through stages of deep depression and read plenty of books. I've taken breaks and tried to just be unconscious again, but this experience is like a moving train and there's no getting off alive.  Intellectually and maybe emotionally I understand non-duality.

Pinned between the annihilating desire for truth and responsibilities of existing as Eddie, I'm learning how to just enjoy the ride.

I've already begun the "journaling" exercise for writing and examining one's beliefs and perceived truths. It has been fruitful already.

Further, I go...



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Jed McKenna

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Re: Ripped to shreads
« Reply #1 on: October 16, 2017, 01:06:01 pm »
Thanks for you post Eddie and welcome to the forum.

Only thing that comes to me is ... hmm... further.... yeh, sounds a little boring cause I keep saying it, but I keep meaning it.

Love ya, Jed.