Warm Oil Bath

Being aware of and curating your feelings, in process, is a very personal experience.

My belief is that it’s so personal that you should be very cautious of expressing such manifestations outwardly.

Primarily because it’s a process that takes time and to share the journey can be akin to knifing the black cat in the box.

That is, shared observation run the risk of ruining the experiment by introducing false data.

The experiment doesn’t necessarily survive measurement, if you will.

The solution is to wait until you’ve arrived somewhere and test the results with those you trust and that have attained some degree of wisdom. 

Then the fat can be chewed when you’re in state to taste.

Feelings; at best they’re on your side, if you are too. 

But they have their own motives to be sure.

It all comes down to whether you see yourself as a gestaltian whole or a warring biosphere of greedy micro-replicants. Or both.

My faith on the subject, derived from some well-curated and totally uncorrelatable beliefs, is that the path to peace is twofold.

And the conundrum here is that the two approaches run contrary to each other.

Firstly, work through and embrace the feelings as if they are obscure pieces of a puzzle that will lead you to wholeness.

Others call this wellness, being the opposite of the illness of the soul.

But secondly, you must challenge the feelings too. Challenging them is very different to attempting to deny their existence.

It all depends where you want to end up.

Noting that feelings are both positive and negative, the common failing of us humans is to masticate on the negative ones and wallow in the positives 

There lies the beginners mistake.

There’s as much to be learned from picking apart those good vibrations.

And a final note; there’s no right path and there’s no right state of desire, when it comes to feelings.

One person’s hell is another’s warm oil bath.

I’ve known artists, for example, that would rather die than give up their driving existential angst.

And I’ve met folks without a care in the world that could be flattened with a warm lettuce leaf.