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Cassie
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Date Posted: 15:51:42 05/02/01 Wed
I've been having a discussion about the body with a couple of friends and it's SO interesting to see how differently we relate to our bodies.
Some of us see our body as the enemy, not trusting it, having to father it a lot, having to discipline it, or having to use our mind to discern what needs to be done about it.
Some of us just ARE our body. Seeing the world as our enemy, seeing that our bodies are always taking a hit, feeling them in their woundness and pain. Feeling the pain of HAVING to father them in order to make a living.
Some of us mother our bodies, feeding them, giving them cigarettes, letting them sleep long hours, seeing that they have been in a battle for a long long time and honoring them and loving them.
I'm confused about my body. For a long time, growing up, I saw it as the enemy as in the Christian Tradition. Then I joined the New Age/Thought people whose mantra was, "I am NOT my body, I am free". There is only MIND, the body is an illusion. The body is just a piece of meaningless meat.
Etc. Etc.
I am just beginning to discern how much I have been a victim of what others have taught me.
The sense I now have about my body is that I have been severly dissociated from it for eons. Absolute eons. The plunge into the shakedown was just that, a huge and deep plunge. A shock. This body goddam fucking HURTS! I don't want to feel it! It carries all my pain. I don't want to BE it.
No wonder all these New Thoughts about not being it. Very comforting that. But I am coming to see that those very thoughts are the real illusion. The truth is that my body holds my pain, waiting, waiting, waiting for Me/Consciousness to come and hold the pain with it. To hold the pain AS it. Finally, and with great relief, my body is not alone.
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