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Letting Go Of the Past

Those who only look to the past are certain to miss the future.

the past is not real

There is nothing wrong with learning from the past, but the mind can masochistically replay painful memories from our past, or from the pasts of those we may profess to care about.  This dark process will create anger, jealousy, envy, paranoia, and suffering.  Continuously replaying the past, yours or anyone else’s, not only causes immense pain, it also stops us from living a happy and mindful life in the present, and it will make dark all our possible futures.

Because I suffer from a serious personality disorder, I would allow my mind’s stories of the past to contaminate and blight my whole life, without learning very much at all.  I continuously carried around with me all the pain, suffering, grudges, resentments, and jealousies ~ sometimes from things that happened years before, and often from things others did years before I even knew them.

This is self-destructive.  Continuously replaying the past can create a self-fulfilling prophecy.  My dwelling on thoughts of the past, my own or anyone else’s, will lead to similar events happening in the future.  This process of reliving the past is more like self-torture than a positive learning process, because there is one thing you should know ~ no matter who you are, you cannot fix the past.

When we replay the past in our minds we relive all the big mistakes we made, all the bad things that happened to us, and all the horrible things that people have done to us.  And, the terrible thing is that some of those horrible things probably happened before whoever did them even met us, or knew who we were.  This distorted and paranoid view of the past becomes impressed on our subconscious, which then uses it as a template to deal with the present, and projects it into a dark and painful future.

When we listen to our mind’s stories about what should have happened, about what we or others should have done, we are no longer experiencing real life, we are instead lost in the subconscious mind’s paranoia, suspicion, and judgmentalism.  This leads to pain, stress, anger, anxiety, guilt, and apathy.

We all need to find a way of letting go of the past, for the past is nothing but a memory, and memories aren’t real life.  Other than counselling, working with a psychologist, hypnosis, self-hypnosis, or psychotherapy, I only know of one way to reprogram the subconscious mind so that any memories of the past are no longer painful and dark.  To act ‘as if’.  Act ‘as if’ the past isn’t painful, that it no longer bothers you, that the past no longer causes suffering, grudges, resentments, and jealousies.  Do that well enough, for long enough, and that will become your new reality.  It may take a year.

Some say that he’s an evil bastard just because that’s how he acted in the past.  Or that she’s an alcoholic addicted tramp because she used to drink too much, smoke pot, and screw around.  All I know is that the past is another country.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

don’t look back to a dark past,

live in the present

 

Monochrome Monday ~ Memories

The worst part of holding onto the memory isn’t the pain, it’s the crushing loneliness.

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Not all memories need to be bad ones ~ but then why are all my memories and dreams in out-of-focus monochrome?

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

this isn’t a memory

it was a nightmare.

Living In The Past

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Being There.  Do you know how that feels?

Do you know what it’s like to conjure a memory.

When I cast my mind into the past it no longer feels like a remembered event to me.  It is as though I am watching myself act out the memory, as though I am being taken back there by a Guardian Angel, or a concerned Goddess, or a malevolent Ghost.  Perhaps it would make more sense if I said it was like Doctor Who travelling back in time and secretly watching an earlier version of himself during some critical event.

Imagine George Bailey being shown the possible shape of Bedford Falls when it was renamed Pottersville, an invisible observer to a possible future built on a different past.  That what it’s like for me now when I remember my own past.

There memories are not what it was like, they are the shape of what it was really like.

When I cast my mind back just a couple of years I see a very horrible version of my life back then.  Not how it was on the surface, but how it really was, deep inside and with the interconnectedness of all things.

dungeonMy memories of myself, in my apartment, (the garret), from a couple of years ago.  It’s gloomy, the garret isn’t white and bright, it’s dark and dingy like a mediaeval dungeon.  The walls are grey stone dripping with moisture, there are rats on the floor, one small, barred, window high up in the wall.  Light is from the guttering stub of a candle.  I am at a small table, writing.  And, I am old, wizened, hunched-over, dark and defeated, an evil version of myself.  That is not what it was like.  That picture is what it was really like.

My memories of the past have become vivid metaphors where the truth is revealed.

Spooky, weird, disturbing.  Insightful, valuable, true.  These strange visions of the past are teaching me how to learn, how understand the interconnectedness of all things.

Respectable scientists using optogenetics have shown that memories reside in specific brain cells.  A while ago I suffered a fractred skull and intracranial bleeding, so perhaps my memory cells were damaged, and I have ‘relearned’ my own past.

Whatever this strange gift is, I am glad of it, for now I see the true past for exactly what it was.  And, much of it was bad.

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Christmas Pastjackcollier7@talktalk.net

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gold coast sunset

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California coast sunset in pain meanders

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nirvana poltergeist soubrette in vain leaves

a wicked Pandora the utmost coquette in disdain lures

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she is a madonna boasting fishnet in lust with black flowers

offshore a lost vignette, just constrained emotions

the aura a ghost so forget your lost memories

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words and pictures by jack collier      jackcollier7@talktalk.net

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