Editor’s note: The following article refers to spiritual concepts. Please read Lovefraud’s statement on Spiritual Recovery.
By Shocknawe
As a fellow victim of a spath, I’ve been both heartened and heartbroken by the stories told on Lovefraud. Also, like many of us here, I have a natural inclination to feel for others and to do what I can to support and assist in whatever way I can to help ease others’ difficulties that’s a key reason we were targeted in the first place, isn’t it? My experience has caused me to try to understand the nature of suffering and what can be done about it. So if the members will indulge me, I’d like to share some thoughts that have come to me as I continue to process, and perhaps help those on a similar path.
In the immediate aftermath of the trauma of victimization, there is a palpable shock, a disorientation and confusion a feeling of suddenly being lost, without direction or meaning in our life. Combined with the actual physical trauma to our bodies, this period can be at turns, agonizing and terrifying. It is completely natural to seek relief from such pain and torment as quickly as possible in whatever way we think will work, and so we often become consumed by the urge to escape our misery; we may spend our entire lives in this search. We try to escape the pain in countless ways through analysis, trying to make sense of the senseless, or through some authority, or conversation with those close to us who may impart some perspective or rationale that will ease our minds, or simply through distractions of every sort to just help us get through our days and nights. (Hopefully, this does not include harmful alcohol or drugs.)
What these and other forms of relief-seeking share, and which we all understandably engage in, is a common thread: a belief that if we do something, we will bring about the end of our suffering, even if only temporarily, and restore to ourselves a sense of normalcy, before the storm. We in the West have a cultural bias towards self-determinacy in the face of adversity, and we are heavily conditioned by that culture to act.
I’d like to suggest a contrary approach for consideration to those currently dealing with our particular brand of anguish and misery.
The constant searching for escape from our pain is like digging in the earth again and again, in the hope we’ll harvest the fruit that offers the nourishment we yearn for. Maybe in a time of profound distress, what we really need is just the opposite: to cultivate receptivity and stillness, to simply provide the rich soil in order for peace to take root.
Rather than actively seeking escape, perhaps, as unnatural as it may feel to us, we need to be inactive to become inwardly quiet and allow the opportunity to focus on the purification of our hearts and minds. Instead of filling every moment with outward activity, chatter and escape, we could benefit from the solitude our situation forces upon us to create a space inside in which to heal. Through subsequent acceptance and openness, we become receptive to assistance from those aspects of our nature that have our best interests at heart, for some a Higher Power, which brings peace. In short, we don’t find it by actively searching, the relief we seek finds us when we create the space through stillness to allow it to happen. Not the space of a “time out,” but the eternal space we cover up and which is inside us all the time underneath our “lives.”
It may be that the infinite forms our searches for solutions to our suffering take, are in fact no more than escapes dressed in productive activity. Paradoxically, perhaps by dropping our active urge to find peace, and becoming quiet and receptive, we consent to allowing peace to find us.
♥ h2h
It does seem a bit chattery here tonite. It’s good to see 😀
One Joy Step,
Yeah, I know. I went from a yoga person to a gym person..lol. I still practice yoga…but my weight was out of control.
Husband meditates every morning for the past at least four years. Now the cat that really loves him meditates too. You should see them, I need to take a pic of it. The cat’s paws are on his leg (while in lotus) or the cat it on it’s back with all four legs in the air..WEIRD!!
I wish I could do as much. But stillness was a blessing for me. I moved away from the spath and quit my job all in one weeks time. Then I did not work for two months. I just rested my body and went on walks around the track, or around my neighborhood. It was good for me then not to deal with people and just rest. I’m glad it happened that way. I wish you the best One Joy!
We might have the makings of a party!
where the heck is EB!? we can’t have a friday night party without her. Silver was a great friday night partier, as was Kim.
Hens;
He already has a gift for me — a small painting he finished yesterday.
Hey! Everyone is out of order LOLOLOL
BBE,
Tell him to go F*&K himself with his painting…Stay away from HIM!!!!
The stock market went down, but you don’t have to!!
Blessings!
What’s this I hear about someone having a BIRTHDAY??!!! 🙂
Happy Birthday BBE: xxoo ~ Best of wishes for a happy (and I DO MEAN: H-A-P-P-Y LIFE! mwahhh!
hahahaha @....... Ana….
Whose taking orders?
Are you the waitress??? {hic}
Ana – animals walk through the tents of the big courses all the time. I like the paws in air pose, though (beached turtle pose ? hmmm, don’t think cat would appreciate anything but cat being referenced…how about we just call it ‘paws waving in air pose’ or ‘katmasutra’.)
I had some bad chemical exposures in the last couple of weeks and my usual infrared sauna is being repaired….so i found another person – a woman who offers a wide range of services, who charges 4 times as much. It was a HOT HOT sauna. I told her 125 degrees is what i usually do, but i meant FARENHEIT. it was 170 F when i got in. thought my nips were going to burn off. It helped so much though. my mind is so much clearer and my stress levels are fluctuating (instead of just sitting in the high end). I am going to do some more things in the coming weeks to help my health.
feet are slowly improving. wanted to go to the water tonight , but did too much earleir and must rest and I remembered that the damn ‘cigar boats’ are in town – which means being on the lake will be toxic. 150 powerboats racing and burning thousands of gallons of fuel over two days. don’t think they want me to do their marketing for them. 😉 Yes, it brings a lot of money in to the city, and yes they are very pretty, and going fast IS fun, but it’s gruesomely inappropriate to burn all that fuel. period.
so, tomorrow i will go out of the city to visit my mom, and deal with the toxins excreted by my dad instead. 😉 I miss her SOOO much. I want to go buy her a gift. I’d really like to take her a picture of me, but i don’t have a recent one.