[For background on this post, see here].
A review of a process I undertook on myself this morning after a series of days having very frenetic/chaotic dreams and waking up with a good deal of confusion-stress.
I feel myself right now split into almost two zones. Zone 1, as it were, is my day to day generally content layer of experience. While I’m very busy in an incredible number of ways my life is really good. I’m deeply at home with my wife and our relationship is very life-giving, life-affirming. I’m almost finished with school, which I’m definitely looking forward to, and while not the best of all solutions, I have a job to carry me through in the interim period between graduation and whenever it is that a parish appointment becomes ready, then I’l be ordained and enter ministerial life. I live in a nice, safe neighborhood in a beautiful city.
So things are good on those levels. I’m very grateful, feel very blessed in my life.
As I lay in bed this morning I could feel that space. I came to decide (or more like “it” decided) that these set of more positive, sorta easy relaxed feelings were located up above my head and slightly behind me to the left. Just over the pillow, floating slightly above the bed.
When I put my attention to that space, those feelings were more pronounced.
Another set of feelings, which felt as if they were riding in a plane beneath the former set, were also apparent as I groggily lay in the bed. It was a feeling of a bundle of agitation and nervousness. This feeling was located in my stomach.
The process of locating them in a very literal sense created a clear bifurcation and spatial separation. I oculd label where I was betwixt the two A. The easier/more relaxed feeling-space B; the more difficult and confusing one C. [This is not exactly how it is normally done in Clean Space Technology, but for now that’s ok].
When I inquired as to what Space B knew, it was the kinds of things I mentioned earlier: gratitude, blessings in life, natural ease in the life process.
Interestingly when I looked into Space C (i.e. the agitation), it knew that it did not know. I was expecting this space would know what the cause of the agitation/stress was (especially since it’s somewhat weird given everything else in life, including Space-Feeling B).
The word “bundle” is the metaphor; the metaphor is the key (more on this idea here). The key is to enter the metaphor (and not seek what the metaphor externally refers to–the metaphor is itself the central thing). [For the theoretical background, this is now mixing symbolic modelling with clean space, both outgrowths of the work of David Grove].
The metaphor-image of bundle led to a futher clarification–an image of a rope tied around the bundle.
–What kind of rope is this rope?
Heavy. The kind that would rip/cut your hands if it slid across them quickly. Almost like straw–which brings me back to the bundle image. A bundle of bundles. Themselves tightly wrapped.
Here it breaks off and I feel the need to step away and come back to this issue at a later time.