Who makes the “intention” anyway?

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Who actually did make the “intention” that I had trouble acting upon, and who decided to not act upon it? These questions popped up in my Morning Pages today, and they follow on my previous post, Dead Intentions, so I thought I’d share my thoughts:

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I was up until almost 3:00 am on the internet again. It is now 11:40 am. I feel as though I have been sleeping under too many covers. My brain feels stewed. I don’t know why I do this to myself repeatedly. I think I did have a bit too much caffeine yesterday, and that may have contributed to my late retiring for the night.

I am really annoyed that I am feeling so groggy and stewed brained. I need to put a timer on the computer so I cannot view it beyond 11:00 pm or so.

I feel rather yucky in my stomach but that is because I had three pieces of pizza at supper even though I had decided, on the way home with the pizzas, that I would have only two pieces and then fill up on fruit. I had no room for the fruit. Now (the morning after) my stomach is  full of greasy fat from the pizza.

So why do I have desires and make intentions and then ignore them later? I even know I am ignoring or even violating my intention. And then I have regrets later, after the act of ignoring or violating the intention. And it’s not only regrets, it’s self-condemnation and anger directed at myself. I seem to disrespect and even hate myself for these deviations from my good intentions.

So why does this happen, and more importantly how can I stop it and stick to my intentions? This isn’t just procrastinating on my to-do list. This is actually failing to do what I personally want, or what some aspect of me recognizes as “best” for me or others.

It seems like there is another, out of control, aspect of me that rules in the moment, and it drives me to do what the other aspect of me considers wrong. So which aspect of me is right — the one which doesn’t want extra pizza and does want to go to bed at a reasonable time, or the one which ignores these good intentions and does what it pleases in the moment, even when what it pleases is definitely not good for me? Which one is “me?”

Did “I” make the intention to NOT eat three slices or did “I” decide to eat the third slice anyway in spite of the good intentions of the first “I”? I had decided to eat two pieces and fill up on fruit, but I ignored this decision anyway. So who is the real me? The one who decided on two pieces or the one who ate three pieces, or the one who is now angry at “myself” for having eaten three pieces?

Or is there a real “me” at all? Do I have a “self?” Or am I just a product of random bio-chemical processes, looping thoughts, that fluctuate moment by moment? Which “me” is the real “me?”

(emphasis and paragraphing added to my Morning Pages)

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Am I a community of selves – each vying for control or dominance – the kind and gentle one or the one who is impatient and angry? the content and satisfied one or the one who complains and criticizes? the “doer” or the procrastinator? the believer in God or the one who doubts and questions everything? the one who feels united to, and  integral with, this magnificent universe or the one who feels alone, isolated and vulnerable?

(This post has been sitting in my drafts folder for about three weeks waiting for my perfectionistic self to let it be published. Tonight “I” decided to rebel and go ahead and publish it anyway. “I” hope that’s alright :)   Also, I have checked out Borderline Personality Disorder and I don’t fit that diagnosis. I just mention that because what I wrote above may look similar to BPD)

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So, have you wondered who makes your intentions? Who changes them?

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Words divide; Love unites.

I haven’t posted for a while so I thought I’d copy/paste one from my other, mostly inactive, blog. This was published there on May 25, 2010. It is primarily about religion, but applies to any groupings or divisions shaped and defined by words, such as ethnic, racial or political differences, sexual orientation, beliefs about educational philosophies, child rearing, debates about global warming, conservation, etc.. We are all in this mysterious thing called life. We need to pull together. Let’s let Love prevail.

Here’s my old post (slightly modified):

I have heard that there are well over two thousand Christian denominations and countless divisions in other religions too. And I ask what causes the divisions? Both within and between religions? Words. That’s it. Just words. And they are man-made words. Words thought up by (mostly) men. Human ideas about how it should be. People’s ideas about how they have it right and everyone else has it wrong.

These words cause “us-and-them” groupings and divisions. People gather around one set of words and take comfort in the false certainty that their words are “right” and others’ words are wrong, or at least mostly wrong. Then they get puffed up with pride in their superiority and feel they must defend and assert their “words” even at the cost of shunning the “others”, or even killing them. See the Inquisition, witch-burning, pogroms, suicide bombings, communist re-education camps,the KKK, the Holocaust, Rwanda,… just for starters. 

But words are just symbols. They just stand for reality. They are not reality. The map is not the territory. Reality doesn’t change. Words do. We used to describe the world as flat. Everyone believed that. Now we describe it as a sphere, a ball. The world hasn’t changed but our words about it, and our beliefs, have changed a lot.

I can count on reality but I can’t count on words. Words are useful to the extent that they provide a predictive model that helps me prepare for what is coming next. But in the history of humankind the models have always required updating and improving as our understanding grew. Clinging to a model and defending it with one’s life betrays a lack of understanding of the tentativeness of models. Even worse is defending it by taking the lives of others.

There is an analogy from the East:  words, dogmas, doctrines, beliefs, creeds, are seen as a finger pointing to the moon. The moon is Love. It’s the moon that matters. It’s the moon that is the object worthy of attention. It would be silly to stare at the finger (words), polish its nail, put a ring on it, worship it… all the while failing to notice the moon (Love)!

Now suppose there are six, eight or ten of us standing in a circle at night. We are each pointing a finger at the moon and at the same time we are each gnawing on our neighbour’s finger trying to destroy it, while at the same time trying to protect our own finger from the teeth of our other neighbour. Nobody has time to look at the moon (Love)!

Fingers (words, beliefs) will all age, wither and die. 

Only the moon (Love) will remain!

Words, dogmas, doctrines , beliefs, creeds, will all age, wither and die (how many revisions have there been down through history?). Only Love will remain. Only Love is a constant.

And so with gratitude I will focus on Love. I will practice returning in gratefulness to Love whenever I wander or deviate from the path.

Love is a fire. May my divisive words be consumed by the fire of Love.

May Love abound. May Love flourish. May only Love remain.

May all beings everywhere be filled with Love.

  

I did a follow-up post later called “Bent fingers, Blind eyes.” It was about corrupt or misleading beliefs (crooked fingers) and about some people’s inability (blind eyes) to put even good beliefs into practice (inability to see the moon or Love). But perhaps that’s a post for another day.  ;)

I hope this post isn’t divisive. I hope it fosters unification in Love. Let me know what you think.

Some Good Questions

On this blog I hope to explore just how much of me is authentic, genuine, real, and how much is the result of social conditioning, programming, and religious or political indoctrination.

Who am I ? That’s a good question. I am often convinced that I know the answer, only to find out shortly thereafter that I don’t know.

Is there a “god”? Integral to this search will be an exploration of whether or not there is a “god” and, if there is one, what his/her nature may be like. Part of that will be an examination of whether or not prayer “works” and if so in what way and for whom.

Where do I come from? Why am I here? Where am I going? I anticipate looking at these questions as part of my search for who I am.

Of what does my “core” consist? Is there at my core a “Basic Goodness” as the Shambhala Buddhists teach? Is there “That which is of God in every (hu)man” as the Quakers claim? Is there a line separating good from evil running through my heart as Solzhenitsyn believed? Am I the temple of the Holy Spirit as St. Paul proclaimed? Is my heart of hearts good, or, as Calvin taught, totally depraved? Will something survive death?

Can words ever capture or describe reality? If not, then this whole blog will be just noise – a very real possibility!

Will you join me in my search for “me”? Please comment on my posts. I welcome, and I am sure I will benefit from, your criticisms, comments, knowledge, suggestions, wisdom, experience.

I make no claim to “know” anything so please don’t let anything I may say spoil your own faith. What I write is just “opinion”. Take it as such. I may change my opinions almost daily! That has been my habit.

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