The Voice In Your Head
Is a Confidence Trickster
Dear friend,
It’s now night dark at five in the evening here in London. At four there is still light. Late afternoon I can see all of the plants in the garden and the neighbouring houses; the little ginger cat with his new bright green collar, paws tucked beneath him surveying his territory from the roof of a kitchen extension.
Plastic turf, fig trees, lawns with neat borders. It’s a patch work.
Now covered by the blanket of night.
I’m really feeling the absence of an animal in permanent residence here. But we travel so much, even a cat would be too much of stretch now. Not adopting an animal feels like a discipline we’ll cling to for as long as we can before we fall off and succumb to a creature finding us.
When I don’t know what to do, I withdraw into non action.
My soul will prompt me when the time comes around.
It’s a moment.
Moments pass.
I’ve finished coaching for the day. It was light when we began the last session. I get so absorbed in the coaching conversation, that although I knew it would be so by the end of the call, I didn’t notice the approach of the dark at all.
There’s this place you come to when you step onto a path of introspection and self awareness.
You notice there’s a voice in your head narrating your life experience.
Until you notice it, you mistake it for reality.
As if every thought arising within our minds is true.
The reason the thought seems true is because you thought it.
You’ve been mistakingly relating to the voice as if it was who you are.
But when you notice it.
You realise it can’t be you.
Exactly because you are looking at it.
Space opens up in your mind and you can no longer identify the same way you did before.
You can stand back and watch the thoughts in your mind, and you can listen to the monologue and you begin to wonder who it is standing back watching and listening.
That’s a non reversible stage in the evolution of a human being.
You do slip back into getting triggered and frightened by your own mind, but not for solid blocks of time.
Not years.
Maybe not even months or weeks.
Maybe days, or hours or moments.
Time changes.
It’s a kind of miracle.
Something that might maybe have taken thousands of years happens in one loving moment.
Miracles save time.
Recently I’ve noticed people around me using the word miracle. People I wouldn’t expect it of.
There must be something in the air.
The voice in your head is a confidence trickster.
Passing itself off as you.
But you’ve known that for eons.
The question is.
What do you do with it?
Other than the obvious.
Being kind.
Forgiving.
Loving.
Being you.
Till tomorrow
Love
Mikey