As i have written before and will continue as a reference my childhood. Here I am this blonde headed, little, happy, curious, playful, white, girl born into "middle class", in Houston, Texas, America. In the beginning years my parents had built a modest life, public school is where i started my "education" and played and had friends that were black and white and we didn't realize color or status, we were innocent, we were free.
My parents wanted a better education for my brother and i and decided to place us in a private, baptist, school with very wealthy, white people. I was put into this school in 1st grade. Still innocent I went to my new school with the same spirit, happiness and freedom I had always known. Almost immediately there came a day when all of this changed so drastically that I didn't want to go to school there anymore.
It was "Go Western Day" and we could wear what we wanted to school instead of our uniforms. My mom tried to dress me in a cute little outfit and I insisted in picking out my own "cowgirl" outfit that i was proud and comfortable to wear. Excited about the day I went to school and withing 30 minutes of class a boy made fun of me in front of the entire class and they all started laughing. I left the room and went to cry in the bathroom, I was crushed. The teacher followed me to the bathroom and tried to convince me that they were not laughing at me and to come back to the class. I knew she was lying and had to go back to class anyway.
Here is what is curious how is it all those kids had an idea about what little girls outfits were supposed to look like? How is it that 5 and 6 year olds have all these "ideas" already about what things were supposed to be... their programming was already in place from their parents and community. This is where my innocence really diminished. I started to become vastly aware of how different I was from all the other kids I was around. I began to see that people want you to behave a particular way so you can "fit in" and that so much of it was bullshit and steals our freedom. The battle began to be my free spirited self and I started to wonder "where do we come from before we are born, what are we really here for given such a short period of time, and where do we go when we die."
Maybe in looking back to find where we lost our innocence, our true freedom, happiness and connection to each moment can we at least begin to remember and recall what THAT feeling was.. the truth of who we are before we started allowing our fears, emotions, past experiences, programming, family, society, community to run our lives and only piece meal moments of peace and excitement to us. Maybe in looking back we can make a beginning of realizing our true nature and happiness and that it didn't depend on our external circumstance.
the extra mile
"If you take a look at the way you have been put together and the way you function you will find that inside your head there is a whole program, a set of demands about how the world should be, how you should be and what you should want.
Who is responsible for the programing? Not you. It isn't really you who decided even such basics as your wants and desires and so-called needs; your values, your tastes, your attitudes. It was your parents, your society, your culture, your religion, your past experiences who fed the operating instructions into your computer. Now, however old you are or wherever you go, your computer goes along with you and is active and operating at each conscious moment of the day, imperiously insisting that it demands be met by life, by people and by you. If the demands are met, the computer allows you to be peaceful and happy. If they are not met, even though it be through no fault of yours, the computer generates negative emotions that cause you to suffer.
For in stance, when other people don't live up to your computer's expectations, it torments you with frustration or anger or bitterness. Another instance: When things are not under your control or the future is uncertain, your computer insists that you experience anxiety, tension, worry. Then you expend a lot of energy coping with these negative emotions. And you generally cope by expending more energy trying to rearrange the world around you so that the demands of your computer will be met. If that happens you will be granted a measure of precarious peace; precarious because at any moment some trifle ( a delayed train, a tape recorder that doesn't work, a letter that doesn't arrive-anything) is going to be out of conformity with your computer's programming and the computer will insist that you become upset again.
And so you live a pathetic existence, constantly at the mercy of things and people, trying to desperately to make them conform to your computer's demands, so that you can enjoy the only peace you can ever know-a temporary respite from negative emotions, courtesy of your computer and your programming." ~ The Way To Love
My parents wanted a better education for my brother and i and decided to place us in a private, baptist, school with very wealthy, white people. I was put into this school in 1st grade. Still innocent I went to my new school with the same spirit, happiness and freedom I had always known. Almost immediately there came a day when all of this changed so drastically that I didn't want to go to school there anymore.
It was "Go Western Day" and we could wear what we wanted to school instead of our uniforms. My mom tried to dress me in a cute little outfit and I insisted in picking out my own "cowgirl" outfit that i was proud and comfortable to wear. Excited about the day I went to school and withing 30 minutes of class a boy made fun of me in front of the entire class and they all started laughing. I left the room and went to cry in the bathroom, I was crushed. The teacher followed me to the bathroom and tried to convince me that they were not laughing at me and to come back to the class. I knew she was lying and had to go back to class anyway.
Here is what is curious how is it all those kids had an idea about what little girls outfits were supposed to look like? How is it that 5 and 6 year olds have all these "ideas" already about what things were supposed to be... their programming was already in place from their parents and community. This is where my innocence really diminished. I started to become vastly aware of how different I was from all the other kids I was around. I began to see that people want you to behave a particular way so you can "fit in" and that so much of it was bullshit and steals our freedom. The battle began to be my free spirited self and I started to wonder "where do we come from before we are born, what are we really here for given such a short period of time, and where do we go when we die."
Maybe in looking back to find where we lost our innocence, our true freedom, happiness and connection to each moment can we at least begin to remember and recall what THAT feeling was.. the truth of who we are before we started allowing our fears, emotions, past experiences, programming, family, society, community to run our lives and only piece meal moments of peace and excitement to us. Maybe in looking back we can make a beginning of realizing our true nature and happiness and that it didn't depend on our external circumstance.
the extra mile
"If you take a look at the way you have been put together and the way you function you will find that inside your head there is a whole program, a set of demands about how the world should be, how you should be and what you should want.
Who is responsible for the programing? Not you. It isn't really you who decided even such basics as your wants and desires and so-called needs; your values, your tastes, your attitudes. It was your parents, your society, your culture, your religion, your past experiences who fed the operating instructions into your computer. Now, however old you are or wherever you go, your computer goes along with you and is active and operating at each conscious moment of the day, imperiously insisting that it demands be met by life, by people and by you. If the demands are met, the computer allows you to be peaceful and happy. If they are not met, even though it be through no fault of yours, the computer generates negative emotions that cause you to suffer.
For in stance, when other people don't live up to your computer's expectations, it torments you with frustration or anger or bitterness. Another instance: When things are not under your control or the future is uncertain, your computer insists that you experience anxiety, tension, worry. Then you expend a lot of energy coping with these negative emotions. And you generally cope by expending more energy trying to rearrange the world around you so that the demands of your computer will be met. If that happens you will be granted a measure of precarious peace; precarious because at any moment some trifle ( a delayed train, a tape recorder that doesn't work, a letter that doesn't arrive-anything) is going to be out of conformity with your computer's programming and the computer will insist that you become upset again.
And so you live a pathetic existence, constantly at the mercy of things and people, trying to desperately to make them conform to your computer's demands, so that you can enjoy the only peace you can ever know-a temporary respite from negative emotions, courtesy of your computer and your programming." ~ The Way To Love