Every day, we wander around in our simulation, without realizing how comical or absurd it is. Driving along our little roads, to our little jobs, and to our little schools in our little vehicles.
Consider that the next time you get a minute to reflect on your limited existence.
Really think about it.
It’s bizarre, right?
We all pretend we don’t poop, fart, or have sex, but we are humans. Doing human things in human skin, which covers our souls.
Souls that aren’t human.
I will say that the more I comprehended the simulation, or “the trance of unworthiness” as Tara Brach likes to call it, the more I realized how silly the things I thought “mattered” were.
I’d spent most of my life in a trance. I thought my job defined me. I thought I needed a college degree to mean something. If I only had that outfit, I would be happy. Thinking that my lawn needed to be perfectly cut. Thinking that I needed to go to church to be good. So many more platitudes, and so little blog space.
Once I broke out of the trance, I could finally be happy. It didn’t happen overnight. It has taken over two years of daily meditation, affirmations, and reading.
I never imagined I’d use Christopher Cross’s yacht rock ballad Sailing in a blog post, yet here I am. I was listening to his lyrics as I was watering my sunflower plants in the back yard and it made me realize how connected I am to the earth and to other living things. How much peace they bring me and how that lifts me out of my trance.
“Well it’s not far down to paradise. At least it’s not for me. And if the wind is right you can sail away. And find tranquility. Oh, the canvas can do miracles. Just you wait and see, believe me.”
I respect these living things, and if I can have this relationship with something as “insignificant” as a plant, why can’t I have this relationship with my neighbors? Yes, even the one that stays up all night listening to loud music. This is a work in progress. Rome wasn’t built in a day.
It made me consider the other things that shake me out of my trance.
Songs that remind me of happy times. And songs that remind me of less-than-happy times. Birds whose songs I initially assumed were just cheerful, but subsequently discovered might also be sex noises.
Being outside almost instantly disrupts my trance. Working in my yard, hands in the earth, looking at the beautiful flowers? All of that wonder snaps me out of my earthly stupor and makes me recognize that something far more significant is at play here.
The sunshine. The rainfall. Everything together is a lot more powerful than I am. I’m just taking care of my own personal ecosystem (aka-yard) inside the boundaries of my simulation that I call life.
If you looked through my phone pictures right now, you’d find an embarrassing number of images of my pets. Dogs, flowers, and book quote screenshots. Repeat. I have a really uneventful life, which makes me extremely content.
Every day, I ask my pets, “Who is the soul in the dog suit?” They seem to be familiar. My dogs, unlike any other presence in my life, bring me out of my daily trance.
I used to shove my food into my body and move on. I never thought of eating as an experience, but rather as a means to an end. When I began eating mindfully, I was able to break out from the trance and appreciate food much more.
This has been my mindful yummy eating treat for many of my summer lunches.
I was going to add that spending time with others helps me break out of my trance, but that isn’t always true. Regardless of how good my intentions are, I frequently hide behind my shell, my habits, to protect myself when I’m among others, especially those who aren’t a part of my daily routine.
Spending time with the people I feel the most comfortable with enables me to break out of my trance and enjoy life again. I’ve said this before, but when I’m in my sacred space, I’m able to connect more deeply with individuals that I might not always feel completely at ease with.
I admire the efforts that younger individuals are taking out to make the world a more comfortable place to live. More aligned with how we ought to direct the course of our lives. It is less about the monetary value, the amount of hard labor, and the imposing of antiquated customs, and more about the light that is within each of us.
The future looks very bright.
However, due to those pesky trances, many of us don’t see that. I hear misguided comments like, “I fear for the future.”
Break out from the trance.
Love other people not commodities.
We are all connected to one another.
“It’s not far to never never land. No reason to pretend. And if the wind is right you can find the joy. Of innocence again. Oh, the canvas can do miracles. Just you wait and see, believe me.”