In my previous post, I spoke about the book by David R. Hawkins, M.D., Ph.D. called “Transcending the Levels of Consciousness”. I’m writing about it here again because it so succinctly highlights some of the struggles that we go through in our journey through life. We often relate to life as if it is a linear progression of steps: the first leads to the second, the second leads to the third, and so on.
In reality, life is rarely so cut-and-dry, instead taking us two steps forward and one step back (or sideways). While we may be spiritually advanced in some areas of our lives, there are others where we languish, and yet there is always an opportunity to progress and move forward in any area of life that is important to us.
While this might sound like feel-good speak or mind games that we play in an effort to convince ourselves there is hope for us after all, I prefer to consider that life is a game and there is no harm in trying something out to see if it works for us or not. An adventure begins when we consider that we don’t know something and that there is also something new to be discovered. The worst that can happen is that we will realize that we already knew the answer and we can return to business as usual, but the best that can happen exists in the realm of dreams, of realization and of self-actualization…all realms that are difficult to imagine except when we actually experience them, and to experience something requires action.
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I am an avid reader and practitioner of all things spiritual. For the past couple months, I’ve been resonating around the level of “Neutrality”, which is a level of consciousness characterized by inner peace and non-attachment to outcomes, akin to the saying “live and let live.” The level is denoted by the number 250 according to one of my favorite gurus. I took it as a sign that my Level of Consciousness had moved up when during a recent weekend to the beach the number 239 was written on my arm and later
The guru (and author) I refer to is named David R. Hawkins, M.D., Ph.D. He has written many books on the nature of the human ego, his consciousness research through applied kinesiology, and spirituality in general. His work is fascinating in that it shows the mechanics of the bridge between the physical and the spiritual realms of life, and how to transcend the levels. The levels of consciousness he talks about in his books and research are demonstrable and relatable. For example, as this summer began I set some intentions for the upcoming months. I picked up his book “Transcending the Levels of Consciousness” from my bookshelf and quickly identified my current level as the level he refers to as “Neutrality”.
Given along with the description of this level was information about the common roadblocks that are encountered when trying to move beyond it, namely being withdrawn or indifferent. With this information in hand, I’m continuing again to push forward with my work to witness the healing mind. I love watching others grow and overcome, and ultimately become. It’s beautiful…
In the end, we’re all just vibrating masses of energy. You, me, everyone.
It was March 2007 and I was sitting on the floor in my Manhattan apartment — new supplies spread out in front of me: paints, paper and brushes. I had never really attempted to paint before this moment. I had never even thought it was possible that I could paint an image that I had in my head. At the suggestion of a friend, I was encouraged to simply go for it. Sounded easy enough, and in reality it turned out to be. I painted into the early hours of Sunday morning, however this is not the interesting part of the story, as this was the arrival point after a rather long and circuitous journey.
My art education started in college where I studied architecture, which included art history classes and art classes. It was as close as I was willing to let myself go in the direction of my interests at the time. Somehow I had it that I had to do something rational, something explainable — something practical. I was rigid and prone to over-analysis of life’s trivia. I understood computers and their programs, but not people and their programs. I understood facts, but rarely emotions. I was like a robot, wound up tight with anxiety and full of shoddy goal-oriented programming. In college I began taking Dexedrine, which I took constantly for something called Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD) and all it made me want to do was smoke cigarettes and work more. It wasn’t a creative type of work either. It was that arduous left-brain focused work filled with “I have to’s” and “Just-check-one-more-anything-off-the-list-and-then-you-can-have-fun”. The fun rarely came, but the work always seemed to line itself up nicely for my overactive Dexedrine-fueled ambition that drove me down my own road to nowhere. I was miserable.
What I was miserable about was being trapped by my own feelings of aspiring to express myself and simultaneously invalidating my aspiration as selfish and “not what the world needed”. Looking back it seems odd that somehow I rationalized to myself that although the world didn’t need another artist, it definitely needed another architect. My mind was full of inauthenticities, shadow selves, insecurities and disempowering thoughts…frankly, they’re still there. The only difference being that today I have spent a lot of time training myself to see these errant thoughts for what they are, which is to say powerless thoughts that ebb and flow much like the tide. It’s all about pushing past this morass.
What is clear now is that I was simply struggling to communicate and connect with others through my creative expression. What are you struggling to communicate?