reply to post by Sissel
I spent about a year in the same program you did and I learned alot from it too.
Sounds like we both learned the same things. Good for you.
What used to piss me off now seems so silly because I have realized what was really going on.
My sense of self was being challenged, or so I percieved.
Once that happens, all bets were off.
It has been not only changing how I respond to a percieved threat but also re-evaluating what I consider to be a threat in the first place.
Ego, as far as I have been able to tell, starts soon after being born.
When your parents start saying your name.
Well, really it isn't YOURS yet since you haven't declared ownership of it yet.
Once that baby starts responding to it though, look out. Ego has been born.
He has taken that sound (the babies name) and incorporated into his understanding of himself.
He has declared ownership of it.
Once that happens, it is all downhill from there.
As Echart Tolle understands, I also don't believe ego MUST be a "BAD" thing but it certainly needs to be first recognised for what it truely is and
Now that he has taken ownership of the sound of his name, he will now be forever bound to it whenever someone calls it out. He will ALWAYS react to
someone making that sound.
But, ask yourself, is your name.....YOU???
Or is it a sound which you have agreed to let represent YOU?
What happens when you stop ownership of that sound?
So, I am not Chris, therefore I don't give two squirts of piss what anyone says about him.
I am all that is,was, and ever shall be.
I am infinite consciousness having a finite experience.
I no longer identify with my name but I still agree to let it represent me while I am here.
Nothing has changed but my relationship to that sound.
Don't get me started about my online persona.
That is a trip, how wrapped up people get in their digital egos.
Again, people create an avatar and an online name which they agree to let represent them while they are here.
And just as predictably, they let their egos rule and DOMINATE them and the person in control of it is a thousand miles away on a laptop in a cofee
shop or more likely in their parents basement.