Archive for November, 2007

30
Nov

breaking through to the cardinal fear

It’s truly amazing to watch the things that come about because of this site and what’s written here. This week has been pretty lazy for me as we’re into the last few working weeks of the year and nature’s slowed me down to help me rest and heal from all the revelations and heavy-duty mental workload. I’ve come to understand a lot of things and felt a massive change in myself in terms of the levels of nervous energy that usually accompany me wherever i go. I could have slept all day today, and those who know me will understand how unusual that is. I’m fairly apathetic about writing but i do want to talk about something.

I’ve learnt a lot recently but one thing has stuck out more than anything else - that many of us have what i call a “cardinal fear”. A crippling and paralysing institutional fear that is the root of all the maladaptive and dysfunctional behaviour we exhibit. Everything that we do that is unhealthy is a symptom of that cardinal fear rather than a problem by itself. When we deal with that fear, the other problems go away. Healing is a process of “rolling back” each problem until we get to the root issue.

When you are gardening, you need to regularly weed your flowerbed or field to make sure only the plants you want flourish. If you allow others to develop with them, they become suffocated and die. But everyone knows to properly get rid of weeds you need to pull them up from the root. If you simply rip off the part of the plant that is above the ground, it just grows back and nothing changes. Our cardinal fear is the same - whatever else happens above the soil will grow back unless we strike at the base. Our cardinal fear is our “root” fear, the root of everything. To heal and develop properly, it must be taken out there rather than dressed in bandages to leave the wound festering underneath.

This cardinal fear is almost always generated from your father and seems to set in around 5-7 years old. Something goes wrong around then. It is so subtle that for most of your life you don’t even realise it’s there at all and a lot never do. I’m not saying everyone has the same thing, but there is a unsettling similarity between those i’ve known that could be considered a strong pattern. That fear settles in very deeply and becomes so much a part of us that we can’t understand why we’re doing what we’re doing and when it even happened in the first place. We’re all so proud that none of us will ever acknowledge that anything that happened that early affected us then, or affects us now.

The types of people who i am coming to believe have a cardinal fear are alcoholics, drug addicts, psychopaths, gambling/sex addicts, schizophrenics, bullies, anorexics, bulimics, attention/drama seekers, compulsive liars, victims, game-playing manipulators, co-dependents, wife-beaters, self-harmers, violent and aggressive abusers, sufferers of depression and more. These are not labels that denigrate – these people are not “damaged”, they are brave and needing support more than anything else.

My argument is that anyone who suffers from one or more of these behaviours has a root cause to it – a terrible and destructive ingrained fear that set in when they were young and consequently drove them as they grew up into very destructive cycles. And this article is my theory.

That age between 5-7 years old is a crucial time in our cognitive development where we form our opinions and attitudes about the world around us. I think of this root cardinal fear as a massive shard of glass or a metal spike driven right down your throat like a man swallowing a sword or a scalpel left inside you after surgery. Because it has struck when we are small, that shard stays inside and we gradually get so used to it that it’s not there anymore. It’s only when we look later on in life and are fed up with there being something “wrong” with us that we can’t articulate that we begin to look for it and take the damned thing out to feel better within ourselves and solve that lifelong “problem” with ourselves.

Something happens that strikes terrible ingrained and crippling fear into us – an incident, a prolonged suffering of abuse, an illness, a problem – it becomes pathological and for no fault of our own. We are not old enough to understand what’s going on or to be able to tell anyone what we’re thinking, which makes it effectively involuntary.
My own cardinal fear is a combination of being forsaken and being hurt by those who have power over me. I decided somehow when i was young that anyone who had power or authority over me would always misuse it and hurt me, and that was because i didn’t deserve to be treated properly. Hence my problem with authority and my distant behaviour when it comes to attaching to anyone romantically, or forgiving them when they hurt me.

You see that’s the understanding of a child’s mind we need to grasp – everything is an absolute. If one person does something, everyone will, always. Everyone does this, it always happens this way – etc. We can’t recognise that type of thinking when we’re adults, but more importantly, that thinking is done in the heart, not the mind. The way we thought as a child is not how we think now.

Let’s take a more dramatic example of when a father leaves in middle childhood, around that age when a little girl is 5-7 years old. It’s very, very common in this country and probably every 3rd woman you meet comes from that kind of childhood. Up until then, the father is a source of strength, protection, power and shelter – our sense of security comes from that protection and validation comes from his delight in her of how lovely she is. Children are cruel and will bully each other for any reason whatsoever (primarily because they are mimicking what they see at home) and the father is where she finds shelter knowing she will always be safe if he is there to protect her.

Then suddenly, one day, he is gone. That protection and security disappears without warning. She doesn’t understand the ways of the world, why it would happen or even that it would happen at all in the first place. She is vulnerable, scared, upset and everything is frightening. Fear sets in everywhere as there is no safe place or refuge from all the scary things out there. Her mother is upset and bitter and more cold to her than usual, and it’s confusing and disorientating. The bullies really get their teeth in and she’s more scared than ever. Mum’s scared too, so she takes it out on her little one. She just doesn’t understand.

About then, she makes decisions about the world around her – what it is, how it works and the way things happen. Her child mind is not mature enough to fully understand so it becomes subconscious. Like all little ones, she thinks it’s her fault that Daddy isn’t there anymore. Men hurt women. Women are powerless over men and you have no control. People who love you abandon and forsake you. One minute you are loved, and then suddenly you are not and that love disappears overnight. You can wake up one day and everything is gone. Daddy left because he although he loved her and mummy, but he doesn’t anymore. People you love are there one minute and then they are gone the next. You are safe today but tomorrow you will be harmed or at risk. Daddy left because she wasn’t lovely enough and didn’t love her enough. Daddy decided she wasn’t worthy to be loved and left.

These things make no sense to us because our minds are mature as adults. But to a child, they are reality in every sense of the word. We think that way and experience them that way. That is the way life is at 7 years old.

And from that moment on, she lives her life always waiting for day that the love she experiences will disappear overnight. Abandonment and loss is round every corner. She waits for things to inevitably change suddenly without warning and crush her emotionally. She can only ever commit 99% to anyone or anything because she expects them to leave or for it to break down. When she doesn’t hear from someone, she doesn’t expect to ever see or hear from them ever again. She is always checking if things have completely changed because she is always expecting them to. She can’t rest or relax in someone’s love because it will never be permanent or unchanging. It will always be disappearing one day down the line and she will be getting hurt. That day could be tomorrow morning.

Her cardinal fear sets in slowly and invades everything she does. That fear is that she will wake up one day and the person she loves will be gone and everything will have changed without warning.

So she grows up and discovers that her beauty and sexuality lure and control men, and she invests everything into those things to try and take control over that fear. But it is never enough because they grow bored or cheat, and never appreciate her for who she is. She always has to know how much they care all the time and commands their attention at all times just to feel safe they aren’t intending on leaving overnight, as all people you care about do. That fear drives her. If they cheat or leave, it is because she isn’t beautiful enough or worthy of their love, as she suspected.

She seeks out older men, and those that have similar traits to her father, and particularly seeks protection. She desperately craves love, and has so much to give, but is driven by massive and overwhelming fear. She is filled with anger that she can never pin down or express. But it is anger created and fuelled by that terrible lifelong fear. She becomes aggressive, desolate and enraged by her powerlessness. She is trapped by herself and can’t understand why.

She punishes herself to make herself beautiful enough that they will never leave. None of them will see her in any way other than amazing. She takes that question of “Am i lovely?” to the men she loves that Dad should have answered a long time ago, but she finds no answer that fulfils her. Her fear kicks in every time she feels neutral or insecure (that they might leave), so it turns into controlling and obsessive behaviour – possessiveness, insecurity and envy, as well as extreme jealousy. But under it all is fear - one cardinal fear that goes back to the beginning when she made all those decisions about the world. She is always making the wrong choices because her decisions are driven by fear.

You can spot that cardinal fear quite easily. Just look for the extreme and irrational reaction. Taking that example, for either a man or a woman, and the time that they say “i thought i’d never see or hear from you again”. Now that isn’t rational or reasonable, and it’s a child speaking. Of course you will as they are an important part of your life. Nobody disappears overnight in the adult world unless they die suddenly, but that’s not as common as we believe. But it is their fear talking, not reality. The child in them is appearing and speaking. That cardinal fear has been woken up and is starting the mental washing machine. In mine, you just look for when i am overwhelmingly violent, emotionally speaking. It means i’m scared and hurt.

And then you realise they are actually reacting to something that happened when they were 5 years old. They aren’t addressing that situation, but their fear that’s being stirred up because of that situation. You do it too. What we imagine talks, not what is actually happening. Our fear speaks, not our eyes or ears. We are not in that moment – we are looking at it through a lens we made when we could barely pronounce polysyllabic words. And we don’t know why. We can’t remember thinking all that when we were small as it just doesn’t make sense now we are older. We don’t even remember that stuff happening.

Now imagine that fear as the root of a plant set inside someone, and the branches growing out of the trunk as the symptoms and problems they suffer. You can cut off as many of the branches as you want, but the root is still embedded in them. The same problems will keep resurfacing until the root is taken out. You can put them on medication, let them put on as much make up as they want, send them to clinics, put them on programs, send them to counsellors, the list of possibilities are endless. But the root cause is those decisions they made when they were young when that traumatic event occurred and allowed that cardinal fear to take over. Only dealing with that cardinal fear can release them.

There are so many girls like this around. All suffering inside and searching for that answer and wondering what is so “wrong” with them. All finding the wrong answers that leave them even emptier than before. The answer is that nothing is wrong with them at all, and they are perfectly healthy and reacting as they should. These people are absolutely amazing. It takes a special kind of strength and beauty to be able to live and function normally under that degree of oppression. They are to be celebrated and honoured, not cast aside. But they are also alone right now as i write this. Your job is to get off your ass and learn to see them differently.

Look inside.

Those people you think are “damaged”, “crazy” or “cold” are scared. Their anger comes from fear. Their needs and quasi-obsessive behaviours are driven by that cardinal fear, and they need release from it. Look further than their skin and what they’ve done. Understand what drives them and forgive them because it wasn’t their fault. Their responsibility is to re-learn and re-explore that mental programming, and it takes a very, very brave person to do that. They have courage unlike anything you will ever know, possess or experience. Only those who have been wounded but get back up to face that dangerous world are the ones you can count on to fight next to you or trust to have your back. What you see now is nothing compared to who they could be once they exorcise that cardinal fear.

Imagine the energy inside someone who has suffered for so long under that fear. Imagine their potential when they are released from it. Imagine their beauty, pride, strength and sheer magnificence when they are liberated to be free and beautiful – they shine unlike any other type of person on earth. They can do things that no-one else can and are more driven than anyone else. They are unstoppable and a force of energy so explosive it can blind you. Freedom after so long and a lifetime to spend releasing others from the same thing and making something of themselves. A world brimming with possibilities that used to be a place they didn’t want to be.

That’s why you believe in people and look past their faults, mistakes and strange behaviour. When you understand that their fear keeps them prisoner, they are a vulnerable human being rather than a monster that can’t be reasoned with. It is our task, mission and priority to find and recognise them, and then turn on the light in a very darkened room because they may not be able to see the light switch themselves. They may even hate you for showing them it because they were meant to do it themselves, and they may label you as someone who fancies themselves as a psychiatrist. But you have to bother, and to have faith. Only those who have had the light switched on for them can realise why you need to fight through their protest to show them, even if for 2 fleeting seconds.

Don’t fear the pain or their fight. Don’t fear their darkness or the battle that lies ahead. Don’t fear the resistance you will get for breaking the brick wall down. If you truly love someone, be it as a friend or romantically, your sacrifice means they are liberated, and greater love hath no man that he lay down his life for his friend. They won’t understand it as such, but that is the nature of sacrifice. They won’t understand why you love them or how, but your response is the same every time – just show them, without words or explanation. Their heart will figure it out.

“…but then I realized I would rather fight with you than make love with anybody else.”

29
Nov

educating ourselves out of creativity and fear

“All fear is based on the idea that we need something. The definition of fear is the thought that we are not going to be able to have something we think we need. The person that doesn’t need anything has no fear of anything. When i don’t need anything from you, i don’t fear you. When i don’t even need my own life, then i’m not afraid even if you kill me. Then i really don’t need anything from you. i don’t even need you to stop killing me.”

Holy fucking shit.

Neale Donald Walsch - The Emotion of Fear

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“If you are not prepared to be wrong, then you won’t come up with anything original. we stigmatise mistakes. We are educated out of creativity. There isn’t an education system on the planet that teaches dance every day to children like we teach them mathematics. The whole purpose of public education throughout the world is to produce university professors. We need to radically re-think our idea of intelligence. “

Sir Ken Robinson - Educating Children Out of Creativity

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And Piers, if you’re reading this, this is why i told you when we were 13 that dyslexia has nothing to do with intelligence.

And Dan, oh Dan. Oh Dan. Spanked for 30 secs in public. About time :)
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28
Nov

you are a bad son

These words have haunted me all my life and i haven’t even known it. It’s the message i’ve been given every day conciously and subconciously for nearly 30 years. I have no idea what it means for your father to be pleased with you or proud of you, just for who you are. My children will be told so obsessively it will get embarassing.

My spirituality keeps me going and on the path, and i revel in it. Its amazing what we all take for granted and look down so easily on others for. I’m not naive or ungrateful enough to imply that i am somehow less fortunate than a person who’s father has passed away - at least i still have the chance to deal with these things as mine is still here for me to have a conversation with. What i do suggest is that it is a different issue when it’s half-measured and confused because of that. Half a dad can often be harder to contend with than one who’s not there at all.

Today is the day i learnt about the relationship of fear with anger.

Every few weeks i try to get along to the Tuesday service at the Acorn Christian Healing Centre in Hampshire because its like a petrol pitstop on life’s motorway for me. It’s one of my favourite places in the world for its peace and unbelievable collection of wise minds, along with the L’Abri Fellowship Centre which is also close by for when i need time to study in the quiet. I didn’t sleep well and was so incredidly agitated and tired from the night before, but that’s always ok when you go to Acorn. It’s a place for the weary to lay down their burden for a while and soak up the kindness and compassion on offer there.

The hilarious thing about Acorn is that every time i go, the damed sermon/talk is always directed personally at me. Today it was about fear - not the “oh dear” kind, but the crippling, paralysing kind. In Christian terms, its known as that feeling where you have to get out of the boat to walk on the water.

As the talk went on, i just got incredibly emotional and was absolutely fuming. Really fucking angry. But as the minutes went by, i started to realise that it actually wasn’t anger at all. It was fear. Holy shit. I’m scared? Is that what it is? It feels like anger? How the fuck did i miss that and what exactly am i scared of around these old ladies? Later on as we were praying, the ladies i was with at the time said they felt me physically shaking (not badly, just unsteady) and i had no idea whatsoever. All that time and i had presumed that the massive aggression response that precipitated yet another verbal onslaught from me was my righteous wrath. But in a lot of cases it wasn’t anger, and isn’t anger.

I talked it over in philosophical circles as i often do, and the consensus was that the difference between the two is that anger is typically a temporary emotion that serves a specific purpose (e.g. to warn us of impending danger), and longer-term adrenaline pumping is about chronic pathological fear. The response to fear is fight, or flight. Flight’s obvious, but fight exhibits the same actions and response as anger. Seems simple when you put it like that, but not so simple when you’re in the middle of it. Fear is about the anticipation of what might come, not what is happening in the moment or happened in the past. Fear is a fat ugly prison warden with no propensity for being liberal to her prisoners.

My eyes always dart around - when i watch myself on video (painful) i always notice that i am forever flicking around looking everywhere. Looking for where the next threat is coming from. That’s not a bad thing, it’s only bad when it gets pathological.

I learnt that if we look on anger being a fire, then fear is the wood and logs that make up the fuel that drive and sustain it. Until we remove the source of the fuel, the fire will keep burning and raging away. Fear invades our lives so mercilessly that we often can’t tell the different between when we’re scared, hurt or angry. We get these things confused, especially when someone’s throwing stuff at us emotionally that seems over-the-top or almost irrelevant to the situation. To control our lashing out, we need to control the basic primal fear that is rooted so deeply into who we are. That’s when we need to go right back to the beginnings of when we picked it up. Once the demon is named, it’s a lot easier to cast it out. That root is the father, once again.

Who is the father and what does he do? That’s an easy question for those who have experienced it and a very hard one for those of us who haven’t. It must seem blatantly obvious to you. It hasn’t been to me. Dad is the one who is ultimately strong, powerful and invincible. He protects you and makes you feel safe when you’re scared. He is the one who fights your corner, shelters you from harm and the one you run to in times of trouble for his strength, kindness and magnaminous durability. Safety is the key word here. You respect and fear his strength, and obey his authority. He sets the rules and boundaries and enforces punishment, as well as validating your growth and worth. The father is the most powerful and invincible thing in the world.

The trouble comes when the father is that powerful figure, but also a source of fear rather than safety. Suddenly the most deadly of fears is instilled - the world is no longer safe. There is no comfort or shelter. You are running. You are terrified. There is no home, no rest and no-one to protect you. Fear takes over and runs so rampant that it becomes a personal institution. But its not the average fear an adult feels, but the overpowering and terror-inducing childish sense of fear that cripples and paralyses you. And it stays for life until you revisit and rewrite the mental VCR.

The very same thing happens when a father disappears or dies. Suddenly that sense of protection and security is gone, and fear takes over. But it can be worse as there is the sense of rejection that sets in from a child presuming that Daddy leaving is their fault. To a child, everything is their fault. When we revisit it as an adult, we know it wasn’t our fault, but we didn’t have the emotional mechanics back then to understand that. But the feel sticks and rots in the background. Nothing is secure and abandonment lies in every relationship. Fear underlies everything we do whether we know it or not.

Such is the precious mind of a child. Better to hang a millstone around your neck and throw yourself to the water than face the punishment due to anyone who harms a hair on the head of the little ones.

I feared my father. I didn’t recognise it for a long time as fear, but it was fear. I feared him in a way that was pathological because he is from a generation of men who grew up being beaten at home and in school, and it “never did them[me] any harm”. What they failed to realise is that the harm it did them was teaching them that violence does no harm to children. It does do enormous harm. It makes them terrified of anyone who has power over them and teaches them to expect and fear violence at every corner.

I was beaten for my “own good” with all manner of implements why my sister listened silently scared that tonight was the night when her father killed her brother. I was held down screaming in “restraint” with my neck pinned to the floor by my father’s knee until it nearly broke and routinely crushed after he brought down the door i had barrocaded with my bed and chest of drawers. His favourite was the “half nelson” arm lock that drove my face into the carpet. It was all disguised as “discipline” for my appalling and exceptional behaviour. My fault. I was an evil child that caused all the suffering in my family due to being “willful” and “rebellious”. It was only later that i learned to spot those responsibility-avoiding lies for what they are. When it comes to abuse, the hidden message is what you miss, even if you hear the words and mop up the blood.

My father’s own mistake was that he failed, and still fails, to see the difference between discipline and punishment. Discipline is about teaching a child to use their will to exert self-control, and punishment is an act that enforces a small degree of suffering deliberately to show one’s actions in life result in consequence. Both are acts of love, and entirely separate. Having discipline is not eating that extra cream pie or waiting for something. Punishment is being confined to a step on the staircase to indicate shame. Discipline is not beating a helpless infant to scare the fucking life out of them so they don’t do it again. I learnt quickly in Africa that pain arising from punishment means very little and its about the aggression of the person beating that does the evil work.

Learning what a father is and what a father does is so essential to those of us with that ingrained fear because we are programmed against our will to repeat the same behaviour - it is the only template we ever knew and hence the reason abuse of any kind is passed down the generations.  Most carry it on an its too late to resolve the damage after its been done. The challenge for me and my sister is to rebuild and re-program emotionally so we don’t repeat it. I’m so incredibly proud of Jose for the amazing mother she is. She is literally the perfect mother. I can’t fault her in any way - Kristian (Zair) is a child who lives without fear and has the spirit of a lion with a huge smile on its face. He amazes me. She amazes me. I hope i am half the dad she is as a mum.

Fatherhood’s one main aim is to bestow masculinity and award a son his name and his prowess. In my case, i have always been a bad son. My The pets my father has kept are even “manipulative” and “know exactly what they are doing”. Nothing is ever good enough to earn his acceptance, approval or pride. His justification is biblical in many cases, and his demands are full control by dictat, to be the one who advises and that i live out the things he didn’t achieve. In my mind, he is even beyond the reach of God (now that is insane). For the unintiated, abuse is not just doing something, it is not doing something. Parenthood comes with a responsibility to validate and support the emotional and spiritual growth of your children. Not supplying that or actively restricting it is forsaking that is abuse.

It was my fault. My behaviour was the reason i was terrorised. I made him do it and provoked it. If i had been a better son i wouldn’t have had it. If i was like the other kids there wouldn’t be a problem. If i had been a good son and obeyed his parents, and not been born the unwanted, petulant, disruptive miscreant i was, we would have lived a delightful life with no problems and my parents wouldn’t have suffered the stress that led them to divorce. If i had been more like my gentle and quiet sister everyone would have been happier. I didn’t deserve boundaries because i was his property and his to do as he wished with me. If i hadn’t willfully misbehaved and rebelled my father would love me. If i had been the way he wanted me to be, he would be proud of me.

All fucking horsehit lies. Every single fucking one of them. But lies sown into the heart because they were fed into the mind of a child. A father should love his children unconditionally. If you want to know why i could murder him without a second’s thought, that’s why. My counsellor liberated me from them by explaining that my uncontrollable behaviour was entirely healthy and natural because i was simply reacting to a very negative home environment. It wasn’t my fault after all.

The wound for me was being forsaken and rejected. Press that wound in me and you get trouble - a massively violent reaction that wreaks absolute havoc and unlimited destructive potential. They say that to anger someone is to conquer them. If you anger me, i’ll fucking conquer you instead. Becoming attached to someone uncovers that wound and results in behaviour like that in January and February. Love me and then either forsake me or sell me out, and despite it being expected because i’m waiting for it, out comes my fear and the world starts spinning from my rage. That rage is driven by that pathological fear and is instinctual defensive anger.

Each of us have a trigger that provokes that terrible and ingrained pathological fear. It is so insidious and long-term that we don’t know it’s even there. It generates and fuels anger that controls us every minute of every day. It’s childish and entirely primitive, and runs on the rules and framework we recorded into our minds when we were small. That fear feels like insanity - like a total nervous breakdown and loss of control as the adrenaline takes over. We do things that don’t make sense just to satiate the mad anxiety building up and hitting us in the chest. Madness results. The more fear there is, the more ridiculous our actions. That is why i forgive the one that hurt me the most. I see through what’s happened to the fear driving it.

If you listen to “Kick Down The Door” (a tune i wrote a while ago) when it gets released next year, you’ll know exactly what it’s about now.  The chorus is pretty harsh: “my turn to kick down the door / i’m not frightened and small anymore / i will repay you / i will punish you / i’m coming to kick down your door“. It’s dedicated to “every smile you stole from me”. One of my favourites. “Where Were You” and “Wake Up Screaming” are in a  similar sentiment.

What is so incredible about opening up and facing your demons is the remarkable greatness it brings out in the people around you that you bizarrely aren’t surprised by. The support i’ve received has been extraordinary - even from people i don’t know who’ve dropped by and felt compelled to email me.

From the gorgeous and heavily-pregnant George:

Good for you Alex. I wish you a lot of luck. And patience really is a virtue. I can’t wait for you to prove that to the world.

But the last word is Jenny’s.

Tears are not a bad thing as they are a release that most people are afraid to have. Tears are something people feel they have to hide and be ashamed of. Fuck that - tears are an emotion that has as much right to exist as smiling or laughing - its an emotional release and for people to be human and complete you must be able to accept the good and bad side of emotion. I personally am proud of you (sorry dont mean to be patronising) for confessing to tears and having the emotional abilities to be able to recognise them for what they are. I have seen many councellors and not one of them has told me that it is bad to cry or good to hold you feelings in so fuck it. Be proud of who you are - for what you are dealing with and having the bollocks to face it head on and not hide for it is something to stand up and be rpoud of. Fuck anyone who says thats wrong and you shouldn’t be vunerable. There aren’t many people who could contend with what you have and come out the other side but you have - you may not be smiling yet but you will be one day.

“No weapon that is formed against you will prosper; And every tongue that accuses you in judgment you will condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord, And their vindication is from Me,” declares the Lord.

27
Nov

romancing your hidden shadow

Alex, tried to post this as a response on today’s blog, but it wasn’t having any of it! Post at will if you wish and welcome to the darkside, it’s a fabulous journey!

This guy is brilliant, and extremely funny. Much food for thought and worth watching.

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Welcome to the underworld/subconscious mind. The subconscious mind that seems so dispicable that we disown it instantly. But Alex you are now at the tipping point. By acknowledging that you have a shadow you now must break down ALL the doors to face it. I am very happy for you! It’s a bit like spitting Dracula out into the sunlight of your spirit, the only way over it, is through it. May you romance your shadow and fall completely head over heels in love with it. Then only true peace can happen.

Some quotes and recommended reading follows:

Carl Jung
1958

Beneath the social mask we wear every day, we have a hidden shadow side: an impulsive, wounded, sad, or isolated part that we generally try to ignore. The Shadow can be a source of emotional richness and vitality, and acknowledging it can be a pathway to healing and an authentic life. We meet our dark side, accept it for what it is, and we learn to use its powerful energies in productive ways. The Shadow knows why good people sometimes do “bad” things. Romancing the Shadow and learning to read the messages it encodes in daily life can deepen your consciousness, imagination, and soul.”

from “Romancing the Shadow,” by Connie Zwieg, PhD., and Steve Wolf, PhD.

Jung’s Theory of The Shadow

The Shadow describes the part of the psyche that an individual would rather not acknowledge. It contains the denied parts of the self. Since the self contains these aspects, they surface in one way or another. Bringing Shadow material into consciousness drains its dark power, and can even recover valuable resources from it. The greatest power, however, comes from having accepted your shadow parts and integrated them as components of your Self.”

from John Elder

WHAT WE DO NOT DARE LOOK AT, WITHIN OURSELVES, WE TEND TO PROJECT OUT ONTO OTHERS………..

Shadow wants to be heard, simply that. But if it isn’t, it turns nasty. It becomes a veritable demon, witch, or son-of-a-bitch, demanding its pound of flesh….in very painful real time, not dreamtime.
Pay attention to your shadow. If you keep distancing yourself, saying “Heavens, it’s not my fault!”—then heaven help you. Hell won’t.

Katya Walter

Jung continued:

Everyone carries a Shadow, and the less it is embodied in the individual’s conscious life, the blacker and denser it is. At all counts, it forms an unconscious snag, thwarting our most well-meant intentions.

One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.”

Who has not at one time or another felt a sourness, wrath, selfishness, envy and pride, which he could not tell what to do with, or how to bear, rising up in him without his consent, casting a blackness over all his thoughts, and then as suddenly going off again, either by the cheerfulness of the sun or air, or some agreeable accident, and again at times as suddenly returning upon him? Sufficient indications are these to every man that there is a dark guest within him, concealed under the cover of flesh and blood, often lulled asleep by worldly light and amusements, yet such as will, in spite of everything, show itself… It is exceeding good and beneficial to us to discover this dark, disordered fire of our soul; because when rightly known and rightly dealt with, it can as well be made the foundation of heaven as it is of hell.”

- William Law, The Grounds and Reasons of Christian Regeneration (1739)

More Quoteables

The range of what we think and do
is limited by what we fail to notice.
And because we fail to notice
that we fail to notice
there is little we can do
to change
until we notice
how failing to notice
shapes our thoughts and deeds.

–R.D. Laing

The shadow is both the awful thing that needs redemption, and the suffering redeemer who can provide it

–Liz Green

Robert Green Ingalls said: “in nature there are neither rewards nor punishments–there are consequences.” We aren’t being singled out for punishment, we are merely experiencing the consequences of our own rigidity. If we choose security over change, we have to suffer the consequences. As Gail Sheehy summarizes succinctly: “If we don’t change, we don’t grow. If we don’t grow, we are not really living. Growth demands a temporary surrender of security.”

We can learn how to recognize our own rigidity and how to correct it. It takes honesty and courage, but the rewards are immense. First, the suffering stops. This is the surest sign that we have chosen the right path again: the unnecessary suffering stops. More importantly, new possibilities open up everywhere in our life. Where everything seemed sterile and barren, and there seemed no possible answers, now everything seems possible. The possibilities may be scary, because each offers a path that we have never taken before, but it’s a good kind of fear, like the fear that a fine pianist experiences before a concert.

from “Shadow Dancing” by Robin Robertson.

[Jung] told me that he once met a distinguished man, a Quaker, who could not imagine that he had ever done anything wrong in his life. “And do you know what happened to his children?” Jung asked. “The son became a thief, and the daughter a prostitute. Because the father would not take on his shadow, his share in the imperfection of human nature, his children were compelled to live out the dark side which he had ignored.”

(A. I. Allenby describing a conversation with C. G. Jung.)

The secret is out: all of us, no exceptions, have qualities we won’t let anyone see, including ourselves—our Shadow. If we face up to our dark side, our life can be energized. If not, there is the devil to pay. This is one of life’s most urgent projects.”

Larry Dossey, M.D., Author of “Healing Wounds”

Each psychology is a confession, and the worth of psychology for another person lies not in the places where he can identify with it because it satisfies his psychic needs, but where it provokes him to work out his own psychology in response“.

James Hillman

He (Great Spirit) governs the flowing of all waters, and the ebbing, the courses of all rivers and the replenishment of springs, the distilling of all dews and rain in every land beneath the sky. In the deep places, He gives thought to music great and terrible; and the echo of that music runs through all the veins of the world in sorrow and in joy; for if joyful is the fountain that rises in the sun, its springs are in the wells of sorrow unfathomed at the foundations of the Earth.”

J.R.R. Tolkein, “The Silmarillion”

The Core of Shadow Work is this: To KNOW YOURSELF FULLY, from as many angles as are required, in order that you might dare to let yourself go free. Being neither judge, jury, prosecutor, nor defender—you give no explanations, nor do you require any. You are AT HOME in your place between the sun and the moon.

~The Reconnections.

Light to the dark side, Jedi Knight!

26
Nov

you’re juliet, so i must be romeo

Stella’s thought on why this site is as popular as it is and is so compulsively viewed hit me by surprise, but she’s right. Her point was that to read all this is me becoming vulnerable, and it’s rare to see and be privvy to. I don’t fear talking about the things that hold me back as they are things that will soon be historical. I know i’m not perfect. Most people who know me and read this already know my faults. My last few posts have concerned a lot of people and generated a lot of comments that i am going through a lot. I am. But i’m glad i am going through it.

I’ve come to see this year as a very strange journey - one i’ve had to take alone that’s deliberately separated me from women, business and anything else that i looked to to fix the hole in me. Its a uniquely masculine journey and designed to transform you from where you were, to where you need to be for the future. One of the books i’ve spent a lot of time reading (”Wild At Heart”) has resonated more than any other.

It explores the idea that every man has a deep question that needs to be validated by his father: “Am I good enough?”. And every girl has a deep question that also needs to be validated by their father: “Am i lovely?”. If it is not answered, we take it out into the world to get it answered elsewhere. Our lives are spent trying to have that question validated. 99% of the time, not only is that validation never apparent, we actually get attacked and injured emotionally right where it hurts the most. We are delivered a pretty vicious blow.

Central to that line of thought is that every man, and every woman, bears a wound. Both receive it from their father - if you look around you’ll notice every person who has taken a destructive detour somehow has a paternal conflict. Every rebellious kid, criminal, nymphomaniac, withdrawn loner, anorexic, sufferer of depression and more all share a common theme - a problem when it comes to the paternal relationship. Fathers are absolutely critical. Take away the father and the whole house comes crashing down. Mum comforts, Dad validates.

I can be a very violent man - not physically, but emotionally. I don’t trust authority. In fact, i don’t trust anyone with any power over me because anyone who has had any power over me has abused it and hurt me. Becoming attached or caring about someone is a pretty traumatic and scary process. I picked up a lot of things that i never should have. The message i got very young was that i was irrelevant, worthless, evil, disposable and many other things. I don’t blame my upbringing for my problems - i am merely acknowledging that they have shaped and moulded me.

In my experience, one of the greatest fears women have (other than not being beautiful and being abandoned) is a man’s anger. You have no reason to fear a man’s anger unless you have been harmed by it somewhere down the line. Anger in itself is not frightening - the actions of evil and violent men are. What women want in all men is strength. When that strength goes bad, fear is the result. The mistake a lot of us men make is to take our deepest question to women. We try to find our strength from them when we need to be offering it to them instead.

John Eldredge explains it candidly in “Wild At Heart”:

That strength so essential to men is also what makes them heroes. If a neighbourhood is safe, it’s because of the strength of men. Slavery was stopped by the strength of men, at a terrible price to them and their families. The Nazis were stopped by men. Apartheid wasn’t defeated by women. Who gave their seats up on the lifeboats leaving the Titanic, so that women and children would be saved? This isn’t to say women can’t be heroic. It’s simply to remind us that men are designed the way they are because we desperately need them to be the way they are. Yes, a man is a dangerous thing. So is a scalpel. It can wound or it can save your life. You don’t make it safe by making it dull, you put it in the hands of someone who knows what he is doing.

When you take that question to a woman, you will never find it. The journey is one you must go on alone, and you are led away from all the false answers. Men run after beautiful women because if they find Juliet, then that means they must be Romeo. We’re ashamed that we might not be strong or be wounded in some way, so we deny there is a problem. Hitler nevered denied that he was beaten - he only denied that it hurt or mattered. Taking that journey to the centre of your pain is terrifying, but it is necessary. The wound that drives everything needs to be acknowledged, faced and healed before you are able to bear responsibility for power placed in your hands, and simply, that you are able to be a man and be strong enough for the woman you will protect. If your strength has gone bad, it needs to be redeemed.

Back to John:

There, under the shadow of a man’s strength, a woman finds rest. The masculine journey takes a man away from the woman so that he might return to her. He goes to find his strength, he returns to offer it. He tears down the walls of the tower that has held her with his words and with his actions. He speaks to her heart’s deepest question in a thousand ways. Yes, you are lovely. Yes, there is one who will fight for you. But because most men have not yet fought the battle, most women are still in the tower.

Most men haven’t fought the battle. One of them is me. Another is my father. Or his. Its not easy to admit its there and that it mattered, but i don’t want the next one to be my son. I can be appallingly destructive and cruel if i want to be, as we all can. We’re meant to be dangerous, but we must use that strength and capability for good and not be driven by that wound we carry. Women who do the same become desolate and cold. A woman cannot fix it, school cannot fix it, a job cannot fix it, a newspaper article can’t fix it and so on. When i’m lashing out, it’s because someone or something is pressing on that wound and the rage flowing out is me shouting out about that wound more than it is about the person who pressed it.

To paraphrase someone, “i never know if you love me or you hate me“. That coming back in strength concept is the basis of why women are always fooled by a guy who claimed to have radically changed. I’m not going to make that claim at all, as my actions will be telling, not my words. It’s about me and the way i feel, and it’s not a tool to be used to manipulate people. I will always have faults, but that burning anger inside me leaving will be dramatic enough without me needing to sell it.

So what you do when you acknowledge that wound is grieve and mourn it, very privately. Thankfully, Its a relatively quick process because mother nature has designed us to auto-healing and resilient. That’s where i am - working through what caused that wound and allowing it air to automatically heal after i’ve let the tears and fear out. It means stopping and facing the resulting silence for all the terrifying things it brings that i’ve run away from. To get to the darkest place and walk around it and own it. To look at those awful and traumatic things for what they are and let them pass through me instead of trying to push them down or deny they are there. You do terrible things in anger that are almost as crazy as what you can do when you’re terrified.

I don’t want to wound my son or daughter. I don’t want to scare the people i care about. I don’t want a church full of people at my funeral cursing my name for all the pain i’ve caused them. I will never be able to commit to the things i want to do if there is a part of me that is involved simply for the purposes of validation - that will lead to failure, i will never find the answer, and it would be dishonest. I want to be able to smile naturally without it feeling forced. I want those i love to feel safe and protected under my strength, and see the terror i inspire in those who threaten them. I want to be able to love someone fully and be vulnerable with them knowing i can actually trust them not to hurt me.

I’m pretty scared and not really looking forward to it, but it must be done. I have paid too high a price this year, one that i couldn’t actually pay like before. But courage is what you need when you are afraid and confidence comes afterwards. That darkness is mine and i will conquer it because it has domninated for too long. Not to prove anything to anyone, but to release me, from me. And when its done, then we really start and nothing will stop me because the world will never be enough. I will break down every fucking door in sight, one by one if i have to. No more hiding or being scared. I will walk into any darkness. And next time, it is what is in the darkness that will be scared.

And this is why i am so blessed. Imagine having friends that are as insightful, captivating and emotionally brilliant like my favourite Suz. It’s amazing what you can learn from the library that is the lives of others.

Suz says:
girls are just as bad as boys
Alex says:
yah but what’s their motivation? with boys its getting their end away…
Suz says:
the same for girls.  They get horny too and I think for some (well for me) its about control
Alex says:
thats very interesting - controlling men?
Suz says:
yeah it goes way back
Suz says:
used to think I wasn’t good enough and so I’d pull men that I thought were out of my league in an attempt to make myself feel better about myself…hence the control
Alex says:
did it work?
Suz says:
to a certain extent, sometimes it didn’t
Suz says:
and then it would move on from now i’ve pulled them, why don’t they want to go out with me
Alex says:
a never-ending trail
Suz says:
I should have been in therapy but I have managed to stop bein so stupid
Alex says:
when the problem was inside you and couldn’t be healed from outside
Suz says:
exactly. i’d blame the guys but then realised that it was me
Suz says:
all stemmed from an inferiority complex that I now no longer have as much
Suz says:
i realised I was doing it but it wasn’t until someone came along and actually wanted me for me that it didn’t become as much of an issue

Jenny said to me tonight that i do everything for power, status and ego, and i responded abruptly by correcting her wrong assumption. It’s about seeing children die in front of you and realising you have little time that may be snatched from you at any moment. It’s about living a life of significance that inspires and liberates others to do the same, and to show that nothing is impossible. It’s about wanting something more and having a greater cause to fight for, and overcoming what’s inside you and holding you back.

The road that led me here was dark, and it was painful. Life is about breaking things as much as it is about making them - breaking bonds that keep us tied, patterns we repeat, and pain that is passed down generations. In my case i had to learn the hard way and saw a lot of people get hurt in the process. And i can honestly say it was down to one person, but i can’t name them simply because doing so would make them think it was another attack and scare them even more. Its ironic as they think they have no worth or value whatsover, yet they are the only person who has been able to change me out of thousands of others just by being who they are.

Oh, and apparently my aura is as big as a house, green and has a red covering. Not sure what means, but i might just go and get it photographed in Putney soon.

25
Nov

future 500 published in today’s observer

25
Nov

mike strutter & man stroke woman

The net is full of so much shit - weird people, bizarre desires, rare objects, information on how to make nuclear weapons. But occasionally, there are moments of genius that are diamonds in the rough. A lot of content owners are now using the net to try out new ideas and get away with a lot more than they would do on normal broadcast TV.

The Strutter Bubble” from Mike Strutter’s StrutterGear

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Man Cold” by Man Stroke Woman

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Pure unadulterated genius.

23
Nov

driving out the devil of january

In hindsight, I lost my self control and made a very serious mistake in January. The seriousness of which i couldn’t really comprehend until now as i’ve paid a heavy price for it. But we’ll get to that soon.

Wow. That last blog of mine (”for it is i that command your anger“) provoked a huge response. I was really moved by what people wrote to me about it in reply. I forget how many people tune in and read this stuff every day. It was written spontaneously on the train but been forwarded on a lot- even people who don’t know me have read it and sent me messages. I guess it’s a return to form of the greatly-loved MySpace blogs i used to do. Despite them being essay length, what i write always gets fully read somehow and is warmly received. You get to feel my heart break and my smile open up when the sun shines.

The silence of the ones who didn’t was almost as interesting. A lot of people ask why i talk so openly about supposedly private things and put them out in the public domain. My dear mother chides me for it every time i see her and nobody else quite gets it. The answer isn’t simple, but one of the main reasons is that it helps people. It helps me too, but it liberates others to talk and think about the same things. If it’s printed here, it’s no longer hidden in the shadows and recesses of the soul. It’s honest, and it’s from my heart. There’s nothing up here you couldn’t find out through talking to me in the pub. In a lot of ways it’s actually easier to talk to the world and/or a crowd than it is quietly to one person.

My nephew has given me the fuzzy-headed cold he also gave to his mummy, but i’m going to forgive him for it as it also transpires that despite being only 3 years old, it looks as if he is following in his uncle’s footsteps with the ladies and has a 3 year old girlfriend at playschool called Katey. She has brown hair and brown eyes apparently, and his friend Harvey has a girlfriend called Millie. I want to talk about a little of what’s been going through my head in the last week, as the change in me is quite dramatic. Like i said before - change the paradigm, change the world.

Lately i’ve become very sensitive to my father and his ways, as i’m more concious than ever about how many things i have involuntarily picked up from him. I see his seething, coma-like indifference, lifeless impotence and childish dictat more than ever. I’m studying myself to determine which parts of me are from him and working out how to exorcise them like the revolting demons they are. I actually can’t believe how absurd his way of “living” is and how utterly blind he is. It shocks me and worries me. I know that the final thing i have to do is grieve him as my father is essentially dead to me, and our relationship is non-existent. That hole in my heart needs to be grieved and sealed whether i like it or not. I can go willingly or resist.

You can program the mind at will, but the heart is a different story. A father’s role is incredibly important and easily undermined. I’ve always denied the importance of my father but suffered for his absence invisibly, which has meant a whole lifetime of repressed anger and hurt that only surfaces in the same way his does - unexpected explosive rage and chronic moodiness. I am quite the cheery type but when it comes to the bigger more important issues, things change.

I don’t attach easily to anyone and trusting someone with my heart is terrifying, which is why i never do it if i can help it. It’s an impossibly difficult balance of wanting to be close to someone but trying to keep a safe distance for when it inevitably goes wrong. I love very, very intensely and i adore people who do the same. The only thing you have to do to win my heart is to love like crazy. You can’t keep a distance in relationships because it’s only fair to reciprocate the same commitment as you are receiving from the other person. I often provoke that inequality by wanting more commitment from someone else than i am willing to give myself.

I was deeply hurt. I felt betrayed, worthless and humiliated. I was nearly physically sick and that familiar burning sensation was about as intense as it got. I couldn’t see for my absolutely uncontrollable rage and lashed out over and over again. I wanted blood.

I got it.

Anger is my traditional response to any kind of hurt as i’ve never been the “sit there and take it” type to say the least. The human grief response is well known and documented - shock, anger, sadness, experimentation and finally, acceptance. Pulling down the curtain of assumed hatred is a very effective defence and a way of numbing it all out. Somehow gritting your teeth, tensing up and widening your eyes contains the emotional wave and helps you to stop feeling so powerless. Most men do it as we’re not as emotionally resilient as the fairer sex.

If i think you’re a moron, i’ll poke fun at you. If i can’t be bothered with you, you stop existing to me. If you’ve pissed me off, i’ll rant at you. If i’m scared, i lock down and criticise you. If you’ve hurt me, i’ll lash out.

I don’t trust authority. I don’t trust anyone who has any kind of power over me in any way - legally, financially, emotionally - any type. It’s a very simple explanation, and that is because anyone who has had power over me has misused it horribly to harm me.  Althoguh i’m coming to see that they were only human, my heart will not let me be vulnerable in any way. It’s no coincidence that those i’ve been most attached to have suffered so violently for the hurt they’ve caused me.

But you have to dive into the wound and cauterise it to seal it shut. I realised what my father would have done in response to what was thrown at me in January. Yeah. Guess what. Exactly what i did. At that moment that the rushing aching pain in my chest came back. I felt like a fucking idiot. I may have maintained the moral high ground but it means very little when you think of all the times people have said “you’re just like your dad” and you’ve laughed at them for such a cheap and desperate shot. I may be different in a lot of ways but when it comes to the fundamental human response to extreme pain i clearly learned by example.

The price? The only girl i ever wanted to marry and give the world to came to see me as a genocidal monster of epidemic proportions, which locked her up like ice and terrified her for good and destroyed her trust and affection for me. I didn’t care back then - all i saw was a very nasty, cynical and hurtful person i wanted to bring back down to earth with a vengeance. It’s a heavy price and has weighed on my heart all year. But it was my act and my behaviour, and i must own it and take responsibility for it. It was my mistake and i made it. I am a man, and I accept my part and the consequences. What i should have done is to have shut my mouth, walk away and spoken to her a few months later. Quite a fuck up, and not my finest hour.

I did it again because the next time round was 10x as hurtful. Me lashing out was expected, so i simply did what was expected of me out of spite. Again, not quite my finest hour. I can’t take it back, but i’m not sure if i want to as without it i wouldn’t be here right now re-programming and getting better for it. I’m sure there will be a reason behind all of this loss and carnage.

The consequence is that i am now a monster that always reacts like that every time i get angry, and everything i do is designed to ruin lives. Every disagreement, angry moment and/or frustration is another explosive life-threatening rage that is terrifying. What i did, i did because it was an extreme situation and i reacted in an extreme way. Ironically that person who is terrified of me lashes out just as badly, but their weapon is the deadliest form of anger: silence. There’s no more obvious way to express your own rage. That person doesnt know it but they’ve changed and influenced me than any other human being has done.

I did it again in Autumn with the PT project and my girlfriend of the time. It’s what i know, and very much the male thing - up the aggression level, divide and conquer and heal whilst the rest of the world is dusting itself down. As long as they’re fighting fires they can’t hurt you. It’s a very dramatic display of showing how hurt you are. But anger blocks empathy and you can’t see the other side. Don’t get me wrong the other side always, has a lot of blood on their hands but there’s nothing you can do about them at all. Only you can change your own part of the world.

I can’t start a war every time i get hurt, as much as i want. I can’t lash out and destroy everything in response to people and circumstances that threaten me. So i have to re-learn and re-train my way of dealing with extreme stress so that i don’t become someone people fear. I could leave it, defiantly and produly refuse to apologise and just procrastinate it away for 5 years until that devil in me had ruined even more. It’s not easy to put down that anger mechanism - you’re naked, vulnerable and powerless. It’s not exactly unnatural for a man to want to invade a country when he has been wronged, so to get some perspective on things i’m not alone at all. Women have good reason to fear an angry man. Even more so if they’ve been harmed or scared by one in the past and maybe even feared for their life.

Suffering does teach you sensitivity and empathy though, and i know very little about either of them. I’m certainly not tolerant and write people off so easily - another paternal trait. I don’t really do understanding or forgiving because its so hard to connect with someone else’s humanity and be accepting of their failings. I’m not perfect and neither are they at all - i just wish i could feel that compassion when i need to. I’ve survived until now by cutting people out, gritting my teeth and refusing to give anyone the time of day when it comes to rehabilitation.

I want to be the compassionate guy who has the heart of steel. I’m not too strong like that. But i know i don’t want to follow the pattern of explosive rage and unpredictability that scares the life out of people, particularly those who are deeply fragile from being stalked or hit by evil men who came before. But i also want to be able to be furiously angry if it fair for me to do so without the other person over-reacting and thinking they’ll be attached or killed. I have no idea what to do instead of it. The very worst situation is when the other person is silent - when you communicate maturely and regular i shouldn’t think it actually becomes much of an issue. If you’re too scared to even talk about difficult or painful things without fearing for your life, disaster is on its way whether happens.

So the devil must be forced out. I won’t be that man or allow the people who love me to be scared of me. I won’t be a father that terrorises his children, or a husband that terrorises his wife. I just will not allow it. I can’t allow it. I won’t pass on or carry on what was forced on me. I will not be like my father. This time it cost me too much.  I am not going through what i have gone through this year again. To put it bluntly, i couldn’t take it a second time around. It’s painful to acknowledge but i have to follow my own advice and deal with those issues. I finally learnt what actually matters, but only but destroying it. How ironic.

From the thinking i’ve been doing, i think it’s about the anger. My sis so wisely and femininely said to me a while ago that i was a chick and needed to break out of my own shell. How i laughed. A chick? Don’t be so fucking gay. Then she explained that if you crack the shell of an egg from the outside, the chick will inevitably die. The only way it survives the gestation process is to break its way out of the egg itself when the it is ready. She likened it to me finding my way out of my own hard shell  Ridiculous analog, but she has a point.

I’ve come to see that the red haze of rage that follows me everywhere used to protect me, but is actually hindering me. It’s the first time that i’ve been brave enough to contemplate letting it go. It’s blocking me from my own happiness and being able to connect with the world. What’s coming out at those extreme times is that repressed anger. My system got so overloaded with anger and frustration that it shut down to avoid any more, and the mechanism it did with was clinical depression. Lifting the cloud of depression means letting go of that anger. So easy to write yet so fucking difficult to do. It will take a lot of love and trust on my part.

It’s amazing what can happen when you let go and see the world in a new way. It changes everything. Prayer has helped me enormously as my spirituality is the most important thing in my life. I’ve spent a lifetime trying to work out what’s wrong with me, only to find out that that shelf of frustration 10ft thick has kept me virtually blind to the fact that the shelf itself is the fucking problem.

So the questions are the same. Will you believe in me like i believe in you? Will you put the past aside and forgive in me same way i’ve forgiven you? Do i have to ask you “where were you” again and find myself asking you over and over again? Will you accept that i’m not perfect and actually am pretty fucking useless? Will you accept me as i am and help me like i want to help you? Can you love me regardless of everything i’ve done wrong?

Time to call it a night for me. The days are getting darker earlier now, and this year wasn’t the year i thought it would be. I’m still not sure if i’m ok with that, but i suspect i will be. Nothing is impossible and goodbye to one part of you is an introduction to something new and wonderful you’ve yet to be able to see until it announces itself. I don’t care how short or long my life is - i just want a good life. One that amazes and inspires, the fairytale that happened in real life. All of these things ends in the way we choose and there are no rules for us to play by.

Remember where i was when you ask me “where were you?”, because the answer will be that i was there, but either you didn’t see me, thought i was too busy or didn’t care, turned me away or were too scared to ask me to help or forgive you.

Where am i right now? With you, by your side, as you read this.

She said I don’t know why you ever would lie to me, Like I’m a little untrusting when I think that the truth is gonna hurt you, And I don’t know why you couldn’t just stay with me, You couldn’t stand to be near me, When my face don’t seem to want to shine, ‘cuz It’s a little bit dirty well

Don’t just stand there, say nice things to me, I’ve been cheated I’ve been wronged, And you don’t know me, I can’t change, I won’t do anything at all

I wanna push you around, well I will, well I will.

Push” by Matchbox 20

21
Nov

for it is i that command your anger

I’m so tired. I’m on the train back from speaking at Mediatech and both physically and emotionally shattered. The world has just been against me this week and i’m coming to understand just how much anger i have repressed over the years and how i have misused it. I know i have to mourn my father. I know i need to get into anger management and therapy to talk through a lot of things i’ve been through. I’m not scared of it and will face it. I have a trail of broken hearts and damage i’ve caused bearing down on my shoulders and the echoes of relationships past that haunt me, as well as the faces of the future coming popping their metaphorical heads round the door to let me know they’ve arrived.

I never really imagined being where i am now – i thought about it, but being there is another thing entirely. I worked, slipped up, slipped up again, worked, blocked, loved, worked, fell down, worked, fell down, loved, hated, fell down, you get the picture. It seems so unreal and i’m only at the beginning. What people see and who i see as me are so different. I’m beginning to see why life allows you to carry so much emotionally from an early age – it’s because later on you will carry great responsibility, and you need to be strong and mature enough to carry it in the first place. Not all the pain you’ve suffered was without purpose or simply random.

I never dreamed for a second that i’d be welcomed onto the stage by Doug Richard from Dragon’s Den with massive praise in front of a thousand or so media professionals and investors to chair a discussion with people from Channel 4, MTV and the BBC, and for them to be addressing me. I never really felt the confidence i have now when i present and somehow manage to apparently entertain and enthuse my passion so much in an audience. I didn’t even think i’d survive this year, but somehow so much has happened and lifted me up on an invisible wave. I do know now that it is my place to be. I need a business colleague that does the maths and gets on with the sensible stuff so i can get out there and front all the evangelical, passionate, exciting and glamorous things. That’s my place, under the lights.

In January i was overjoyed at the whole idea of getting married for the first time in my life and speaking to a few thousand people. I’ve always maintained i never, ever wanted that, or children. But i wasn’t sure about me. At the end of the year i am so far on my way that i can’t believe it. I built all this. It was worth it. I sacrificed everything and i still don’t regret it. I’m starting to believe in me. Everything i am labelled, i am in part. Despite all of the pain, my life has accelerated so far that i’m still trying to take it all in. I’m just me, faults and all. And there really are lots of faults.

None of this is easy. It never, ever will be. Things will get harder each time you overcome an obstacle. The darkness is so seductive and compelling, and it loves to draw you into itself very slowly comfortably. Before you know it you are powerless and feel so weak you can never see an end to any of it. You’re overwhelmed and chained down by the weight of all your concerns and problems. You may think i’m arrogant and smug, but i can tell you from the heart that i know just as well as anyone else how desperate it can be. I won’t cry in front of anyone, but believe me, i cry. It’s made worse for me because i’m proud, but i’ve come to see it now as me actually operating normally.

There are times when my despair gets so bad all i can see is black around me everywhere i go. The whole world turns its back or raises its fists and it’s just me in the corner having to fight my way out. I’m always on my own despite having so many people around me. Whole weeks can pass by and nothing will change or get better. You lose faith and get disheartened. You want to give up and get out. You don’t want to be there anymore or have to do any of it anymore. You wonder what the point is at all, or what the purpose of you being here is. There’s no answer and your chest just burns and caves in. Then the wolves arrive at your door and they kick you when you’re down.

The battle isn’t the one you see, it’s the world you don’t. It’s getting up in the morning when you don’t feel like there’s anything getting up for. It’s swallowing down when you get rejected or knocked back. It’s not the inspiring and positive words, it’s how you keep it together when nobody wants to hear your side or what you want to say. It’s being enthusiastic about something no-one else seems to want to believe in. It’s actually doing it when you think you can’t, or forcing yourself to get out of the boat when you want to walk out on the water. Out there it’s cold, and where you are is nice and warm. It’s realising you’re putting it off and forcing yourself to do it right now. It’s confronting the person you are terrified of. It’s stepping out to believe in someone when everyone around you tells you that they’re not worth the bother.

Its saying “i believe in you” and “i forgive you”. No matter what you’ve done, what’s happened or how much of a hit you took or how much was destroyed. To choose to believe in the good that person is made of. It’s saying you’re strong enough and showing them your heart is big enough. That you didn’t stop loving them because of what they did or what they said, and that they don’t need to do enough, be enough or have to earn your love. That the most valuable thing in the world flows freely like the most powerful and gentle river in the world, just because that’s part of who we are. It saying “i will not be scared to love you now and in the future because of the past”.

But you’re not alone. It feels like you are, but you aren’t. Your courage inspires and liberates others to do the same. I’ve lost count of the amount of times people have written to me saying i’ve inspired them. I don’t recognise how or why, even though they offer to tell me and i’m touched by it. It’s not false modesty either – i just do what i believe is right and risk what i need to. If i don’t, i will die. I may not be right every time. But that’s me – always running and pushing. It’s the way i was made and the person i am. I will regret what i don’t do. If i make a fool of myself, so be it. If i get rejected yet again, so be it. What matters is you do it.

As i walked down the path my mum said “good luck for tomorrow.” Without even thinking i turned to her and replied “i won’t need it. I’m good enough.” I can’t believe i’d said it and it was so automatic. At that point i realised i’d passed an important milestone – for a woman it’s knowing you are worthy of being loved, for a man it is whether you are good enough, and that reassurance and validation needs to come from your father. You can spend all your life searching for it in the wrong places and through the wrong people. But for me the time has arrived when i finally know i’m actually good enough. In my heart, not just my mind.

Whatever they did to me, i survived. The times i lost everything passed. When the flood came i washed up on the shore still breathing. They may have choked the life out of me, wrenched me from place to place and lashed out to hurt me over and over again, but i got up no matter how badly injured i was, just to say you hadn’t taken me down. I had no energy or will to do it at the time, but my auto-pilot picked me up. I was scared, worried and uncertain, but the thing i was certain of was that i should get up somehow. I loved regardless of how scared i was.

What i wanted to say was that even when it rains all day, there is hope. Don’t give up. Cry if you need to, but don’t give up. Fall apart, sink into your bed, hide in the sofa or walk in the rain. But never, ever give up. Nothing that is worth anything is easy to get, and if you get it easily, you won’t value it. When you ask yourself what the point of it all is, as i have so many times, the point of all of it is - you. You are the point. You are the purpose. This world is for you, not just for other people. You won’t ever feel for certain you have it right, and there is no perfect day. You can only risk, because that is all there is. If you don’t take a risk, you risk it all.

Maybe you’re in a cage and can’t unlock the door. Maybe you’re in a hole so deep that you can’t seem to climb out. Maybe your day to day life feels like an endless loop of the same thing. Perhaps you are angry with yourself for being scared or not knowing what to do. Maybe you think everyone else seems to have it all figured it out and you are the exception. It didn’t work before or it will all go wrong. Maybe you are just too scared to try to do anything. Perhaps you think you’ve fucked up too many times to be forgiven or aren’t worthy of someone’s love. That’s the time to ask for it, because only when you ask can you feel the response.

You are more than your skin or the way you look. There is a person locked up in you that wants to come out and enjoy all the wonderful things, but to do that is to risk being hurt at the same time. If you expect to get hurt, you will always lock your heart away. As much as you want to, you can’t do it selectively as it doesn’t work like that. Don’t let anyone tell or convince you that you aren’t worth what you are. Understand their bias and see their own unhappiness. See their fear and how they inflict it on you. See how your success would threaten them. Don’t believe what they say. Make sure your heart doesn’t believe it.

You never know whether what you’re doing is right, but you follow your heart. You believe in the best and choose to trust that things will work out in a beautiful way. You step out, take a chance and put your hand out for someone to catch. They’re doing the same so you find that person. You envision a world together that is better than you have now – the dream, the wonderful place you want to be in, and you just believe in it and focus on it. That is all that matters. You know where you are isn’t perfect but you all you think about is getting to that special place – that snapshot in time that’s so blissful and incredible. You work together to get there and just being with each other on the journey, for all the highs and all the lows. You can reach it, you can touch it and be there. All you need is for both of you to want to be there.

There are hurdles, but your vision keeps you together and on the road to the same place. It’s that vision that gives you the strength and the courage to work through the difficult times where everything seems like it’s lost. You fall back on your plan, and your dream. You choose hope, and the positive version of your situation, or you choose fear and the darkness. It’s not naive – the more you visualise and work towards it, the more real it becomes. Sometimes it’s hopeless. Nothing seems to make sense or work out. Where you are is hell. Everything’s gone and there is no way back. Accepting circumstances over your heart is a choice. Magic is where you believe in something bigger than yourself and where you are – the place you want to be and the resilience of the human spirit to overcome the darkness.

I live in that place in the future, and i don’t believe in the limitations of now. Most get lost in how impossible everything is in the moment they are in. It may look like there’s no way out or no hope. We are not in Auschwitz, and even those imprisoned there believed in hope and the human spirit. Nothing took their dignity and some of the most incredible and amazing acts were released from being in captivity. Only the most inspirational stories come from adversity. Perfection is a lie, and a flawed concept – and ironically, isn’t fulfilling. Only the fight and spirit for perfection is.

You could be on the floor right now with nothing – no chances, no hope, no future and very little reason to smile and even less energy to keep up the brave face. But i can tell you now that i will always be there for you. Yes, me. Angry, horrible, cruel, ferocious Alex, who you think hates you, doesn’t care about you, doesn’t respect you and wouldn’t even give you the time of day. And for a very simple reason - most of the people who said they would be there for me never were. I won’t allow anyone else to go through their darkest hours alone like i have. I will reach out if no-one else does, take your calls or give you a hug. I may be a monster but i will never, ever refuse compassion when it is needed. I may be cold, tough and hard, but i know what it is to be forsaken better than most i know. The word “forsaken” is tattooed on my forehead and is my own wound.

Of course you can put up walls, barriers and blocks designed to protect you from the world. You put someone or something in the middle as a proxy to shield yourself. But time passes and you come to see that you are not stopping the threats out there in the world from getting in, you’re actually stopping you from getting out, and trapping yourself. Those things that shield you from what could hurt you stop you from being able to let the love in you out. The problem is that you have too much love to give and it’s overwhelming. It’s like covering yourself in cling film and suffocating yourself just so you can stop people from touching your skin in case it makes you melt and open your heart up to them.

You can get out. You can live. But you can’t do it on your own. It means you need to reach out and trust in the human spirit – that those who care for you will care for you, will mean what they say and for you to commit to them truly and solely. You will make it. You will make it because you are with people who want you to and support you on the way. You are only fighting yourself or rejecting what could be. “No” is the safe option, and “yes” means you want to try and want to love and live. It will never be safe. That’s why it’s magical. What matters is you put out your hand for someone to grab it and pull you out of the coma.

And some time down the road it will cease just to be about you, but about who you share it all with, and who else you bring along. It’s ok to need someone or want what you want. Nobody should make you feel guilty and you shouldn’t feel like you have to please people. The only time when you can truly realise you want to be with someone is when you are totally on your own. That’s not fear, it’s just the human condition to want to be with another person for company and to feel secure in your own little world together. We need to do it or we die.

Next year i’m recording a whole bunch of tunes with a band i’m putting together, and the lead track is called “Where were you?”, which sums up everything i feel and have felt. It’s what i ask myself when i look at someone.

That’s my question to you right now. Where were you when i was suffering? Where are you right now? Do you even know where i am or how i’m feeling? You read this and it goes straight to your heart, but where were you when it mattered? Where will you be next time when it matters and i need you to be there? How will you even know when that is? What will your excuse be? Will you expect me to call you and let you know?

That’s when you need to ask yourself why you don’t have the relationship you want to or think you do with me.

That probably sounds like a real self-pity trip. It’s not. I am just beyond pretending that anyone actually means what they say or that they would truly take the bullet for me. I’d take it for you. Not for the heroic status, but because no-one would take it for me. My children will never go a day without knowing they are loved to death and that i am ridiculously proud of them just for having woken up and been mine. I may be someone to be scared of, but you always know i would take the bullet no matter what. All i’ve ever asked is for someone to do the same to me – to love me in the same way, with the same intensity and the same soul.

I want nothing else. That’s it. Just that. To be true, and actually tell me. To show me. To take the bullet for me. I do measure someone’s value by what they’ve done with their lives, but not in the people i love. They are incompatible with that idea. You don’t judge someone’s worth when you love them. You don’t see the bad spots, and if you somehow do, they make you love the person more. I don’t look at my nephew and see his faults – i’m fascinated by how wonderful he is and how much he makes me laugh. When he falls down i am just filled with love for him and i help him up and give him a kiss on the cheek to let him know everything’s OK.

These are the only things that matter. If you’d asked me a few years ago my answer would have been different, but things have changed for me. My heart’s opening up slowly and i’m beginning to face some of the things i’ve inherited and trying to change the future that i will have. I want those i love to share in it and cheer me on, not be scared of me or wonder why i’m doing it. I’m doing it so they can watch, and enjoy the rewards with me with a smile on their face. I’m doing it so i can whisper how my day was when i climb under the duvet to feel my skin brush against the skin of the one i love, and to know that no matter what the world throws at me, i’ll always come home to that and it’ll be OK. I felt it once, and since, there is nothing else that has ever mattered again.

But most of all, i’m not doing it so my father will actually be proud of me. I know that will never happen and i’m coming to accept it. There is a need in all of us to gain that approval and validation, but i’m moving past it. I’m OK with the idea that he doesn’t actually like or respect me very much nowadays, as disturbing as that sounds. It’s hard to forgive when i know i have to. I don’t want to. I want him to suffer, and everyone else who’s hurt me.

I look at him now and see a small and weak man who is scared of me and threatened by me. I will not spend my life living out the ways i involuntarily learnt from him or seeking his validation. I will not justify myself or account to him because it will never end – there will always be another thing i have failed at. I will never be good enough or warrant any interest from him even if was the fucking prime minister. In fact, that would make it worse. But i also won’t carry his anger or vicarious thinking. I see how unforgiving and explosive he is. I don’t want that to be me. There is no harder battle than undoing a lifetime of the wrong teaching. It’s like stripping away who you are.

I am angry. I have a fucking right to be. I’ve kept it down for so long now that i don’t know any other way. I thought it helped me to cope with the pain in the moment by gritting my teeth and sucking it down. I have to ask for help to get better and learn new ways. I need you to show me how some of this works and figure out what i need to stop doing. I’ve been so angry for so long that my own system shut down to stop it, which meant depression. I didn’t even know it was anger. I just thought being angry was about screaming, when it’s not. It’s far wider and more complex than a tantrum.

Life is that journey and not a destination, as Aerosmith so rightly say. It’s a harsh rollercoaster ride. Or it can be a gentle tedious cruise control on a boring motorway. The choice you have is which one you want it to be. To change and break out means you need to risk being hurt, scared and maybe lonely, because that’s what you’ve always known. Or maybe everyone else is like you, and because they fear the same thing you will both do your best to avoid it and it’s the common fear that actually bonds you together and forces you to work it out together.
You can sum it up by saying it’s about where you want to go, and where you could go together, not where you are or where you’ve been.

The choice is who you go on the journey with, and who do you choose to take on the ride. The answer is someone who will be there with you in the moment, live and breathe the vision you have together and fight. Fight like there is no tomorrow and nothing else matters. Someone who will travel any distance and die for what you want to make together; someone that feels and loves as intensely as you. That is your passion and your travelling companion – one who will shelter you from the coming cyclone, keep you warm when it’s cold, but you down when you are out of line and love you so passionately, crazily and intensely that you feel like you want to pass out. That is living. That is being alive.

Ask yourself this . Who is the greater person -the one with no faults at all, or the one who is brave enough to acknowledge their faults and change to overcome them?

There is a little person in me who wants to get out and break out from the shell, but that needs a lot of love, as feminine as i think it sounds. I’m not scared to admit what i need. The question is whether you care enough or believe in me like i believe in you. I would take the bullet and step out even though i’m terrified. Would you do that for me? Am i important enough to you? Is your fear more important than me? Are the circumstances more overpowering than what is in your heart?

But one thing i do know now is that it’s about what you learn on the journey and who you go on the adventure with. If you have no-one to share it with, it is meaningless. For me it’s about when you with a person who takes you away from it all to another place in a second, just by being there and the chemical reaction you have; the one who drives you crazy in almost ways, makes your adrenaline surge and takes you to the point of insanity; that person who has changed you more than any other; someone who makes you feel you could be anything you wanted to be; the one who makes it seem so insignificant in comparison to being with them; the one who you would give it all up to live on the side of the street with just because of how they made you feel. That person you look back with and go “fucking hell”.

So would you take my hand if i reached out to you? Would you see me as an angry dictator or someone closing their eyes, cringeing and hoping someone might value him they way he values you? If you’re reading any of this and it’s hitting you in the chest, it only means something if you do something about it. Don’t just fucking sit there.

And the day ended with this.

“Your resume is far too long. How old are you? 28? I don’t think you know just quite how extraordinary you are. I get the feeling that this isn’t just an entrepreneur thing with you, is it?”
“No it’s not. It’s about doing amazing things and changing the world. I don’t feel that at all. I feel tired. It feels like i’ve had to lose everything to gain the world.”
“Hah. Its sometimes the way. You’re going make a lot of money and be a very successful man. A lot of people are watching you, including this team. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”
“Thank you. But there is no amount of money, and nothing i could do, that could give me what i want.”
“Hah. And what’s that? Let me have that DVD and i’ll take a look.”
“The person i chose above all the others that i want to share it all with.”

The video will be published in the next few weeks, so i’ll pop up today’s session on this site as soon as i get it.

All these lives that you’ve been taking
Deep inside, my heart is breaking
The world outside these walls may know you’re breathing
The world outside these walls may know you’re breathing
But you ain’t comin’ in

All These Lives” By Daughtry

20
Nov

passive and aggressive anger

Looks like it’s time for me to get into anger management therapy, amongst other things. Naturally being me, i’ve read all i can find on the subject as understanding is key. I need to stop the violence in my head because it’s going to lose me everything precious in my life.

Anger can be of one of two main types: Passive anger and Aggressive anger. These two types of anger have some characteristic symptoms:

Passive anger can be expressed in the following ways:

  • Secretive behavior, such as stockpiling resentments that are expressed behind people’s backs, giving the silent treatment or under the breath mutterings, avoiding eye contact, putting people down, gossiping, anonymous complaints, poison pen letters, stealing, and conning.
  • Manipulation, such as provoking people to aggression and then patronizing them, forgiveness, provoking aggression but staying on the sidelines, emotional blackmail, false tearfulness, feigning illness, sabotaging relationships, using sexual provocation, using a third party to convey negative feelings, withholding money or resources.
  • Self-blame, such as apologizing too often, being overly critical, inviting criticism.
  • Self-sacrifice, such as being overly helpful, making do with second best, quietly making long suffering signs but refusing help, or lapping up gratefulness.
  • Ineffectualness, such as setting yourself and others up for failure, choosing unreliable people to depend on, being accident prone, underachieving, sexual impotence, expressing frustration at insignificant things but ignoring serious ones.
  • Dispassion, such as giving the cold shoulder or phony smiles, looking cool, sitting on the fence while others sort things out, dampening feelings with substance abuse, overeating, oversleeping, not responding to another’s anger, frigidity, indulging in sexual practices that depress spontaneity and make objects of participants, giving inordinate amounts of time to machines, objects or intellectual pursuits, talking of frustrations but showing no feeling.
  • Obsessive behavior, such as needing to be clean and tidy, making a habit of constantly checking things, over-dieting or overeating, demanding that all jobs are done perfectly.
  • Evasiveness, such as turning your back in a crisis, avoiding conflict, not arguing back, becoming phobic.

The symptoms of aggressive anger are:

  • Threats, such as frightening people by saying how you could harm them, their property or their prospects, finger pointing, fist shaking, wearing clothes or symbols associated with violent behavior, tailgating, excessively blowing a car horn, slamming doors.
  • Hurtfulness, such as physical violence, verbal abuse, biased or vulgar jokes, breaking a confidence, playing loud music, using foul language, ignoring people’s feelings, willfully discriminating, blaming, punishing people for unwarranted deeds , labeling others.
  • Destructiveness, such as destroying objects, harming animals, destroying a relationship between two people, reckless driving, alcohol abuse.
  • Bullying, such as threatening people directly, persecuting, pushing or shoving, using power to oppress, shouting, using a car to force someone off the road, playing on people’s weaknesses.
  • Unjust blaming, such as accusing other people for your own mistakes, blaming people for your own feelings, making general accusations.
  • Manic behavior, such as speaking too fast, walking too fast, working too much and expecting others to fit in, driving too fast, reckless spending.
  • Grandiosity, such as showing off, expressing mistrust, not delegating, being a poor loser, wanting center stage all the time, not listening, talking over people’s heads, expecting kiss and make-up sessions to solve problems.
  • Selfishness, such as ignoring other’s needs, not responding to requests for help, queue jumping.
  • Vengeance, such as being over-punitive, refusing to forgive and forget, bringing up hurtful memories from the past.
  • Unpredictability, such as explosive rages over minor frustrations, attacking indiscriminately, dispensing unjust punishment, inflicting harm on others for the sake of it, using alcohol and drugs[3], illogical arguments.

Shit. This isn’t going to be easy.