They’re called pathways. Actually, it has something to do with neurons in our brains transmitting back and forth to each other. They transmit new ideas, new experiences, new facts, and this back and forth, this “learning” creates the so-called pathways. Then the information is stored up there. This is a good thing; this is how a healthy brain works, it keeps track of all we see and do and experience. It records all of our thoughts and memories, those worth savoring and unfortunately, those better off forgotten.
I like to imagine a little mole with a lighted mining cap on, digging his way through all of the bad memories and the sadness that I have stored up there that I sometimes feel holds me back from experiencing love and happiness. He is a determined little guy I think, and the more I put him to work the easier and less tedious it seems to get. I must say, he is making progress at long last.
One way to look at it is that our brains are like hard drives and they need to be cleaned up now and then. The only way to do that is by making room, by “forgetting” all of that which is not necessary for our existence, and creating space for new pathways to be forged. Ideally the new pathways would supplant the less noteworthy and trivial stuff that is cluttering up our everyday lives. To put it simply, our goal should be to throw out all of the bad memories that are holding us back, dragging us down, suffocating us, and replace them with new, fun, loving experiences that enhance our lives in positive ways. It’s not always easy though.
I am not much into meditation, I have trouble quieting my mind, but I have come up with a way of getting my little mole’s attention and so far we seem to be a good team, we are working well together. First I have him take out the trash, I make a conscious effort to “let go” of an unpleasant memory (my god where to start?) and I visualize it as a picture or a written document. Then I have him incinerate it. Then, in an effort to redirect myself physically and mentally, I either get up and go do something, or if that’s impossible, I just shake my head as if to “erase” the thought, and then we go to the next step.
He is a cute little guy. I watch him as he cleans his little shovel, so as to be prepared for all the digging of course—it is dark and cluttered up there at the moment. This little guy has his work cut out for him. But he gets to work and I actually picture him creating, wait for it…a new path. I think a positive thought, I visualize something happening in my future that is pleasant and I manifest that thought and it immediately makes me feel lighter. This thing has not happened yet but I am laying the groundwork as they say, and I feel like I am creating the space for it to happen. I may only be experiencing the event in my head but I am creating a foundation on which to build new experiences and new memories. Then I go out and make them happen.
I am making room so that a fresher, freer, happier me has space to breathe. I can see the sunshine, the proverbial light at the end of that long dark tunnel. Soon he and I will not need the lighted helmet anymore. Maybe that’s why when you learn something knew, have a new revelation, accept a new reality we say we are enlightened. Here’s to making room. It sure feels good.
Quintesse 46-50, F 10 Responses 8 Dec 24, 2012