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Mental and Emotional Alchemy
Dec. 23rd, 2014 02:04 amWorking on a piece of alchemy where i transmute despondent complacency within a terrible situation into the will and patience to work toward being able to do something i actually fucking love.
I think the key is to recognise that the connections of complacency are, at base, nearly the same as those of patience. To think of them as molecular siblings wouldn't be amiss. One atom of intention, here or there, one oppositional ionic bond. You mountain fold and valley fold the highest from the lowest and you're already halfway there. Think of it:
The complacency is the anti-desire to do anything but sit in place and despair. The despondency feeds on the hopelessness of itself. The antithesis to the dream of perpetual motion, a greater and greater stillness. Less and less energy to do the work.
But every force contains within itself the description of its opposite. Its undoing. It's sinistral twin. And so we dig down deep to understand the mechanisms of despair, and, as we dig, we find that we've crafted a machinery of patience and hope.
Not empty hope, but a determination that things can, must, and will be better than this, and the determination to make them so.
There's a relationship there. They're not so different, they and they.
Determination:Complacency::Will:Despondence
So we use the will as a bridge to the bond and we shift the electron layer--nudge it wavelength by wavelength-- and we see that if we can give in and rest, then we can plan, poise, and wait.
The stillness of a tree is not the stillness of a suspicious river log is not the stillness of a rock on the edge of a mountain, but stillness is stillness is stillness. The potential in your acquiescence--to be surprised by a sudden shift and change--can be made into the kinetic, by the merest tap.
If you can give up, can that become being patient? If you can keep doing the same fucking horrible thing, day in and day out, then can you build, piece by piece, the thing that will make you happy?
They are connected. Converted transpositions of ability and desire. What's the energy source, though? Where's the clarity that it can be done? How do we generate hope from hopelessness?
I guess that's the secret of becoming the Philosopher's Stone…
Time to go to bed. Long drive, tomorrow.
I think the key is to recognise that the connections of complacency are, at base, nearly the same as those of patience. To think of them as molecular siblings wouldn't be amiss. One atom of intention, here or there, one oppositional ionic bond. You mountain fold and valley fold the highest from the lowest and you're already halfway there. Think of it:
The complacency is the anti-desire to do anything but sit in place and despair. The despondency feeds on the hopelessness of itself. The antithesis to the dream of perpetual motion, a greater and greater stillness. Less and less energy to do the work.
But every force contains within itself the description of its opposite. Its undoing. It's sinistral twin. And so we dig down deep to understand the mechanisms of despair, and, as we dig, we find that we've crafted a machinery of patience and hope.
Not empty hope, but a determination that things can, must, and will be better than this, and the determination to make them so.
There's a relationship there. They're not so different, they and they.
Determination:Complacency::Will:Despondence
So we use the will as a bridge to the bond and we shift the electron layer--nudge it wavelength by wavelength-- and we see that if we can give in and rest, then we can plan, poise, and wait.
The stillness of a tree is not the stillness of a suspicious river log is not the stillness of a rock on the edge of a mountain, but stillness is stillness is stillness. The potential in your acquiescence--to be surprised by a sudden shift and change--can be made into the kinetic, by the merest tap.
If you can give up, can that become being patient? If you can keep doing the same fucking horrible thing, day in and day out, then can you build, piece by piece, the thing that will make you happy?
They are connected. Converted transpositions of ability and desire. What's the energy source, though? Where's the clarity that it can be done? How do we generate hope from hopelessness?
I guess that's the secret of becoming the Philosopher's Stone…
Time to go to bed. Long drive, tomorrow.
