We have our own taste bud preferences for suffering. The clearer you get, the more you can see them in yourself and in others.
These flavors, if indulged, can actually affect the earth suit, causing it to take on the shape of the suffering itself. I once stood in line behind a woman in the grocery store who had the most strongly defined Martyr Mask I have ever seen. Her suffering went something like,” I always do everything, but it is okay; Don’t worry, I’ll do it all, I always d0. You just relax, while I work.” This very mindset was worn into the deep expression on her face and in her body. In that moment, I wished I could massage the lines and setting of her very self, to see if we could smooth it all out. She was alone, in a store, wearing her suffering like an outfit while those whom she imagined imposed upon her were no where in sight.
I can read minds. It just isn’t that interesting, so I don’t.
People have no idea how much information they send out into the world through the flavor of their suffering. Each mind in suffering is individual, but similar in a collective of delusion.
The Clear are sharing in the field of unity. I don’t pretend to understand, but I know when it flows to me.
When I stand in front of the classroom now, often I no longer worry about what I know and what I don’t know. I am often plugged into something beyond me that fills in the right answer at the time in a way I never would have “thought” of…there is no planning for that. When I perceive of myself as separate, I can stop this flow, going for a laugh, thinking of something smart, worrying that I don’t know and I should. When I am clear, none of those postures come into play and I tap into something beyond.
It is worth it to get out of the way and let it flow. And the universe lets me collect the paycheck, though I didn’t do the work. 😉
Hey Mister can you help me sir I plead for your sympathy
Rains came pounding us down again
Your horizons they crawl up to my chin
I started to drown in your vision
I looked through your windows as they flew through the air
All I could find was a river in pieces
How long should we play the Martyr? x2
Hey Mister come down and see see your misery
Rains came pounding us down well again
Through your weakness I shed my skin
Open wide to my spirit
I looked through your windows as they flowed through the air
I was Left swirling in your pool of aggression
How long should we play the martyr?
Various unspeakable chants
Hey Mister can you help me sir I plead for your sympathy
Rains came pounding us down again
Your horizons they crawl up to my chin
I started to drown in your vision
I looked through your windows as they flew through the air
All I could find was a river in pieces
(c) 2002 Island Def Jam Music Group
Life as Improv 
I so know that Martyr syndrome, seen it in myself and others and also people taking on the shape of their suffering. And then when I am clear, (I like that term) then there is a kind of trueness and an ease.
Thank you for your reflection back. Your focus of the word “clear,” makes me connect to the Taoist recognition of water as clear, reflecting, soft, yet powerful, too. To be like a glass of water as I go about my life seems to be the flow that works… Like your Stop Thinking – be empty! Hope your flow is like water today, 365 🙂
Excellent! Whatever classroom you stand before, it is blessed to have your presence — whatever you say. And the Universe is thrilled to give you a paycheck for you are doing sacred work and adding your sweet herbal essence to the Collective Soup. Brava! Alia
Alia, how lovely you are to let such kindness flow! Makes me teary to see and be seen. Grateful to be in the Collective Soup with you. x!marga
I get shivers up and down my spine as you speak of how you are able to see other people with your Clear Vision. “The Clear are sharing in the field of unity” – I realize that we are the Clear, and we are now empowered to assist others. I also see that we are called to assist each other as these changes continue. Thank you for the Love you shower on all you meet.
Tomas
Tomas,
These electrical feeling trips go down the spine when I hear truth or experience a connection beyond words, so to speak, haha. Seems you are expressing something similar. So very shivery to share in this way. Thank you for the support and validation you gift to me about this connecting field. grateful heart! marga
I guess I would have to be more like the lady who wears her suffering like a piece of clothing. Ain’t it fun to suffer so? And to know you gotta go. Cause if you don’t the world’s gonna blow. So ain’t if fun to know – ME!!
Hahaha couldn’t resist a bit of an argument to a well written post. I did just post my story, in which I didn’t want to SEEM like a complainer, though there’s complaining through and through it. My hope was to help people not to fear bad things when they come – because they do. But, yes, there’s a bit of complaining that comes when bad stuff happens, unless you’re Forrest Gump.
Nice post!! 🙂
It is fun to know you, whatever you are wearing. Yes, funny. We all do mirror these outfits for each other – taking turns with the martyr suit, the worry suit, the defensive suit…until we don’t. After I grade a bit, I’m looking forward to checking out your blog! xforrest jump wannabe 🙂
hahaha me too!! (Forrest Gump wannabe) Have fun grading!!! 🙂 🙂 Marsha 🙂 I would offer to help, but I know you want to do it yourself!! JK
I need to have my earth suit ironed and smoothed out. Or maybe I need to smooth it out myself.
It is nice to be able to smooth out the worry lines and turn them into laugh lines, but lines do seem inevitable, don’t they? Here’s to our wash and wear and wrinkle free style!