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Thoughts Are Not Our Mind or Our Reality

This week’s best insights inspired by my AI generated imagery.

Thoughts are not our mind. They arise out of our mind. Thoughts are like balls rolling through the open, fluid landscape of our mind. If we don’t stop them, they just roll on by and fade away.

Can you step back and watch your thoughts rolling through your mind?

We construct ideas about things and events, one building on another, creating edifices of belief that we take to be real. But are they? Are our thoughts about a situation the same as the situation itself, or could we be misreading it?

Thoughts and beliefs are not reality; they are merely our interpretation of it. They are a mirage of reality, not reality itself.

Do you regard your mind with bewilderment as you would an alien landscape populated by strange, incomprehensible beings? Do you know your thoughts, or are their contents – beyond a brief glimpse here and there – a mystery even to you?

Feeling down? Invoke your inner hero to come rescue you. Imaginary friends are good for adults too. They’re parts of yourself that can lend a helping hand when you need it. How might your hero self rescue you today? Imagine it happening, complete with how it would feel, and you’ll feel better.

If we reflect on why certain interactions we have trigger illogical and often explosive reactions, we may find areas of brokenness in ourselves – times where we feel as if we’re falling apart.

If our fight, flight, or freeze response kicks in in response to a stimuli that causes no threat to our adult self, then it’s likely a trauma response from an event or series of events in our childhood. Like bullying.

Trauma responses can be destructive in our lives and relationships, and they hold us back from fulfilling our potential. But we can reprogram ourselves, rescript the past event(s), go back in our imagination and rescue our child self.

It’s called schema imagery rescripting. It involves revisiting past experiences and re-imagining them to promote healing and growth.


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"If you must tell me your opinions, tell me what you believe in. I have plenty of doubts of my own." - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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How Alive are Trees?

In his bestselling book, The Hidden Life of Trees, Peter Wohlleben argues that to save the world’s forests we must first recognize that trees are “wonderful beings” with innate adaptability, intelligence, and the capacity to communicate with — and heal — other trees.

Are Trees Sentient Beings? Certainly, Says German Forester – Yale E360

When I walk into the forest, though I don’t see eyes, I can feel the trees watching. Their consciousness is nothing like ours; their forms resemble no human’s – they certainly do not have breasts – but still in art we often portrait them anthropomorphically as a way to show that they do indeed have some form of spirit to which we can relate.

I sense the trees in the forest are a community, their beings interwoven in a network of roots, branches, leaves and a unique kind of knowing awareness that communicates without words or thoughts.

Take a walk in the forest and allow yourself to feel the trees. Open your heart and fall in love with these gracious beings.

This video is available as an NFT at https://nature-spirits.uncut.network/nft/34360982973.
It can be seen in context of the Journey into the Psyche on the Imagining page.

What do the trees in the forest around my house say to me? Something like this – only not in words, of course.

‘We watch, us trees, we watch in sad and silent knowing as the humans blunder across the landscape, wreaking havoc in their greed and selfishness. Some see us, feel us, even hear us and take heed; most, unfortunately, do not. Love of the natural world is lacking and yet sorely needed amongst these hairless apes. It matters not to us what humans do to themselves, but if they do not change their mindset – and soon – they will doom us all.

‘A human heart full of love for the forests, and for the shrubs and trees that grace their farms and cling to life in their cities, is a blessing that must be nurtured. Only when the majority have such love. awareness and understanding of the true beauty and value of all the natural world will the necessary global healing truly begin.

‘Do what you can to bring this about and we will bow to you in gratitude.’


How do you feel when you walk among the trees in the forest?

"Every great advance in science has issued from a new audacity of the imagination." - John Dewey
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Remember to Look at the Roses

Contemplative thought of the day.
The art, inspired by the feeling, provided a focus for contemplation from which the words arose.

Time passes. Moods change, and invariably, something shifts. Perhaps a feeling, a sense of direction, or a new resolve comes from our self-reflections. Perhaps it was smelling the roses and admiring their form that moved us from our slump. Maybe we talked to someone about our concerns or cleared our heart and mind with meditation. Or perhaps it’s just that things seem brighter after a good night’s sleep.

Whatever the reason, eventually, we will emerge from our low, gather our strength, and be able to face the world again. We just have to ride out the rough patches, knowing they are a natural part of life. Nothing is wrong with us. We are simply a human being human.

But remember to look for the roses! Beauty is all around us.

"The longer we dwell on our misfortunes, the greater is their power to harm us." - Voltaire
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When our Sense of Purpose Crumbles

Contemplative thought of the day.
The art, inspired by the feeling, provided a focus for contemplation from which the words arose.

Sometimes, our lives come crashing down around us. All that we are is stripped away. Perhaps we lose everything in a disaster, or perhaps it is our mental calm, our surety of ourselves and our place in the world that suddenly crumbles. What are we to do? How do we go on with no sense of purpose, ungrounded? 

Some introspection is needed, questions posed. What is important to me? What do I want? What is most important? What will give me the most satisfaction when I look back over my life as I lie on my death bed? 

The process may be prickly, uncomfortable, but asking is necessary. And we may need to rest in unknowing for a while, make friends with uncertainly, while we smell the roses and delight in their colour. The answers will come from our wisdom self if we are still and listen, open even to no answer and able to simply be with the silence. Trust. We need to trust in ourselves, trust that the answers will come from within and not go searching for them elsewhere. Looking outside for answers is a distraction that merely prolongs our uncertainty. That is the knowing that will light up our eyes.

In brief: When our sense of purpose crumbles, we need to trust that answers will come from within. Searching outside of ourselves is a distraction.

"Friendship is the marriage of the soul, and this marriage is liable to divorce." - Voltaire
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