We all make choices as to what to do and how to present ourself. We each have our own sensibilities and fill our mind accordingly. It keeps us busy and gives us something to do. My own mind has a fondness for constant activity and quiet is the exception to the norm. I am a contemplative sort and enjoy the quiet of my mind. I have to choose it.
In the transition between the quiet and active mind I find the component’s of how, of disposition and motive, of attitude. They are like shadow’s that dart trough my awareness hoping I will give chase. These shadowy images are product’s of structured thought. The habit’s of mind. If I choose to let them go I must also amend the thought’s that own them.
These shadowy impulses are predictable. They follow the pattern of thought that produced them and move effortlessly through its maze. Their very existence is determined by us and we have the tool’s to cope with them. We can change the way we think. What we think.
I am working to employ a method that, for me, is new. Simply letting it go. It applies the strength of other tool’s that I have tested and found true, image and affirmation. I spent year’s using, image and affirmation, to correct determined and chronic behaviour, that was injurious to my person. I created a seemingly new person. The old person, I am sure, has a durable shelf life and many people remember him. Certainly the police record is a durable testament. The malcontent met his end almost thirty year’s ago. Maybe I should have the record expunged.
I wonder, how many incarnation’s do we have in a single lifetime? Maybe there is some cat in us from our distant evolution. Nine?
The affirmation and image I am using to, simply let go, is simple. Affirmation’s work best that way. This affirmation is just one word and conveniently is also the image. Transparency. When a shadowy image I am disinclined to chase presents itself, I think, and imagine, transparency. The shadowy siren finds no place and fades away. I expect this will break some component of habit and bring forward the next footfall on my mystic path.
The Mystic Tourist