Dec 31, 2004
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A model of human-being: I don’t have a soul: I am a soul; I have a body.
A simple reframe and all at once, many things that didn’t quite fit, fall into place. Body and soul each has its own protocols: its own needs and problems, and its own solutions, too. When we try to solve the one’s problems with the solutions for the other, we just have confusion and frustration.
It’s like parents and children: when either one runs the family according to its own imperatives, the other suffers. When the parent expects a child to behave and think and feel like an adult, or when the child, through noise and persistence, controls everyone’s energy and opportunities, the family flounders about in a chaos of pain and confusion.
Then there is the Grandparent in that family, that represents the higher consciousness, or the connection with the Divine: can give good advice, but doesn’t make policy. That is the Parent’s job, to make policy for the family, influenced by the Child and Grandparent. If only it really was done that way… Usually, it seems that the noisiest gets their way most often. [That might be the rambunctious child or the bullying parent or the parent who needs the spotlight all the time…]