By Matahariji Dearest beloveds, It is our deepest honour to once again come forth at this highly potent and auspicious time with the second part of our message. There is so much going on in the higher and more subtler planes of consciousness currently, and this is all very much due to the influx of […]
Through the darkness and into the light…
She walks steadily arm in arm with twin
Forgiveness present, but can not forget
Though this is what binds them together so tight
Hes a mirror of her own internal thoughts
Catching her like the quick sea tide
Making her breathless when he is so cold
She fears too much soul searching… and work
But like a true Phoenix rising
She grasps the opportunity with both hands
And pulls down hard on the dark unforgiving past energies of rejection and fear
Determined to eradicate them from her entire consciousness
This is the only way out from this eternal torture
To fight her inner demons is to tackle his
Deep down at the core root of the issues
For he is the yang as a result of her ying
Welcome in the light. Time to take control.
Show willing to spirit;
By loving oneself and boundaries are set
He feels the shift and it unsettles him
So best run? Or come back just before it is too late
Forever a connection, as there were before this
Will it resolve in this lifetime or next?
Many a lightworkers job to do
Whether solo or duo it is entirely up to us…
My dear twin.
Welcome to Not Freud’s Couch. Grab a brew or a glass of wine, and get comfy. The other morning I wrote this short post which came to me rather inconveniently as I was getting ready to do the school run. However, like with anything…if I did not get it down at that time…it would have never been captured and would have passed me by. Post edifying, here it is, I hope you enjoy it.
The more I delve into my social psychology studies, the more I realise it’s not what you see on the surface or the outside of the person that defines who they are, it’s more about what is deep within. No matter how much you think you know a person, it is never possible to know a whole person. It’s like each person is made up of a billion stars and you might know 150 of those stars.
Some people are more giving and open than others…so with them you might you 152 of those billion stars that make them up as a person.
You will never know their deepest thoughts or fears, as we ourselves do not know them either, burried away in the deepest depths of our pure existence, usually for our own protection, and perhaps the protection of others.
You will never know their fleeting thoughts, as they walk up a street and take in their surroundings; and their thoughts as they look at the faces of the people passing by.
You will never know their dreams or nightmares, even if they recall them to you; they are already another version of that very same dream or nightmare.
The sounds they hear, the things they smell, the love or hatred or other emotions they feel inside, the things they feel and how they feel them. You will NEVER know. You can have a similar experience but you will never have the same or repeat experience as anyone else.
Our human experience is an individual one, but one in which we are all connected by a big web of emotional ties and cords. But as for ‘knowing’ humans all we can do is observe what is going on on the outside, for the inside is it’s own universe within a galaxy of humans.
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Wishing a very wonderful Saturday morning to all you sofa surfers. Some of you may know I started a pledge of sobriety for 90 days….I am currently on day 11. I can feel the creativity flowing back. Here’s a short post following my Saturday morning muse…..see what happens when I don’t have alcohol to numb my brain!
“Are we all just actors? A character we have created block by block. Every day we wake up and get ready as if we are going onto a stage. We do our hair, we do our make up. Every day we are interviewed by others, and we interview them. Mostly, we act how we think other people want to perceive us. Playing that character…or whatever character fits for that day “mother”, “student”, “funny friend”, “caring friend”, “employee” etc… or playing all of your characters at different points in one day. With so many ‘characters’ who really are you? Most of what makes up ‘you’ is created by you. And, yet the most pure version of you is locked away, with only the necessary parts peeking 🌱through to allow you to play your role.”
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The reason we have started now is because personally this is the most difficult period of time in the year where it will be the biggest challenge for us. I myself will be having to experience for the first time in a very long time (since a teenager) a sober birthday, Christmas and New Year. Our first sober day began on Halloween, October 31st 2017 (yesterday) which is quite apt, as when I recently researched the origins of the word ‘spirit’ as in alcohol such as vodka, from Greek mythology means ghoul or daemones (demons), which is very fitting for Halloween, don’t you think?
A Buddhist monk called Kong, whom I met in Siem Reap, Cambodia three years ago helps to run this charity. Myself and a friend were lucky enough to meet him whilst walking down a Street in Siem Reap. For those unaware Cambodia is a country with 98% people following the religion of Buddhism. It is custom not to approach the monks and speak to them, they must first approach you. I had previously said to my friend that I would love the opportunity to speak to a monk before leaving Cambodia. It turns out that the universe was willing to provide that experience! Kong stopped me in the street, and invited us to his temple and offered us a blessing. In exchange we stayed a while and helped him practice English, which he is studying at university.
I returned to Siem Reap this August and arranged to meet up with Kong again. He is now helping to run a charity for disadvantaged children and families in the province of Siem Reap as mentioned above. Many have no toilets or running water, despite the fact Cambodia is in no way water deficient. Hundreds of children a year die from diarrhea and sickness due to the contaminated water they are forced to drink.
For those who have been to Cambodia you will know what I mean when I say they are the sweetest most beautiful people, who have had an extremely rough ride from 1967-1975. A civil war was one of the bloodiest genocides in history. Majority of the Cambodian academics and anyone which were seen as affluent (even for the fact they wore glasses as it suggested they were readers?!) in anyway were wiped out by Pol Potts in the cruel regime. This has resulted in what can be described as a lost generation with huge social impacts.
The affects of the war are still very apparent and after meeting these people again we’ve decided we would like to help make some of these families and children’s lives better by helping to offer the most basic of things, like a water well for clean water, which costs around $300. It would be awesome to raise more than this and provide as much as we can to collectively make a difference, but any amount will make a difference to this poverty stricken area.
This challenge is not going to be easy for my partner and myself as our whole social life revolves around drink. Anyone who knows us knows we love a good old party and we are under no illusions that this is going to be a tough journey. However, it’s nothing in comparison to the daily struggles that plague majority of the lovely Cambodian people.
How you can help? If you are willing to spare any amount of money (maybe the cost of a pint), or no matter how small please sponsor us on the Just Giving page. We will keep posting updates, and of course at the end of the 90 days (End of January) we will be advertising how much money has been raised, and what effect our collective efforts have had on a community in Cambodia.
Thank you for taking the time to read, at the very least I hope you have learnt something new about the social affects of war, how they affect generations to come, and how people in countries not as developed as ours still live without their basic needs being met.
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“It is not what you give, or how much, but your intention behind it, that counts” Anon.
Welcome to Not Freud’s Couch, the social sofa. Just out of interest….how many social media posts do you see in a day or week from people (who you know, or celebrity blogs or vlogs) writing about, or photographing themselves ‘giving’ to the poor, homeless, saving animals etc. Whilst I am not saying all of these posts are portraying an illusion of kindness, I do often wonder what the givers motivation is. I have seen ‘selfies’ of people with the homeless posing with the sandwiches they have just donated to them. I wonder how many of the people that take these shameless selfies take the time to speak to these people and learn their story.
“You should give something to someone out of love and because you want to, not because you are getting something out of it.” (My 10 year old daughter’s perspective)
A close friend of mine recently partaked in a sponsored activity. A large group of them all stomped up and down mountains raising money for a cause arranged by a person for a personal cause. The person whom has arranged many charitable activities has recently become frustrated at the lack of media interest; and furthermore expressed her disappointment that my friend and other group members had not managed to raise the set amount of at least £100 each. I was astounded that a person whom in one light appears so charitable, in another can be so ungrateful.
I understand in some respect that highlighting social issues can have a snowball effect, encouraging others to do the same. But is there such a necessity for try and gain some sort off local fame in the process? Is this what ‘charity has become? Forgive me if I appear somewhat harsh in what I say, I am not in anyway trying to piss on anyone’s parade, and any charity work is surely good in some respect. But when homeless are offered a sandwich or help is given to an elderly person crossing the road, perhaps there is no need for the selfie and some claim on social media as to the good deed done for the day. I just can’t help but feel that if the person doing the charitable thing is more concerned with how they look to other people than the good of the cause it could be construed as a borderline narcissistic act.
What are your thoughts and opinions? I am being harsh? Please get involved and tell me what your perspective is on this, as it is ALWAYS wonderful to hear others points of view.
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🌟 Stars, is it your time to shine bright? Do you have an idea for a short blog post that you would like to contribute? If the answer is yes or maybe, then give me a nudge, is love to hear from you.
A very interesting perspective on using natural plants for visionaries and Shaman practice. According too Graham Hancock Amazonian’s see Westerners as sick, suffering from Humania, where we are so obsessed with material things we are detached from spiritual practice. According to Amazonian’s we are in need of healing because we are so detached from the real purpose of our life path. It opens up the channel for discussion about consciousness, what it is, or believed to be, and how in Ancient Egypt they knew what it was. It was spirit. Is it a coincidence that the plant used to connect to a higher consciousness has been banned in America and the Amazon rain forest is being wiped out? Just to clarify, this Ted Talk was also banned….
Does anyone have any thoughts on this?
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Welcome back to the social sofa. Grab yourself a brew and settle in. Today I thought we could discuss ‘Ego’. A word we have all heard but perhaps attach a different meaning or perspective. EGO, as in you egotistical bastard; or Ego as in self esteem or self importance. In psychoanalysis ego is the part of the mind which mediates between unconscious and the conscious and gives us the sense of personal identity. The importance of ‘I’.
We read much about discarding the ego. Is there anything wrong with having an ego?
For many in the Western (developed) world it is difficult to function without an ego. It’s a protective layer fed by the society we live in. Consumerism, self importance, striving to be better than the next. That constant comparison of keeping up with Mr and Mrs fucking Jones. But what does it all actually fucking mean. I know of many who appear to have all they would ever need, marriage, kids, a top dollar job with a detached house, a rose garden and a picket bloody fence with electric gates to their driveway and a sports car perfectly positioned so their nosy, envious and competitive neighbours can see it. Are they happy? I’m not for one minute suggesting all are not, but many are likely not to be. Why do we attach things to the meaning of happiness? Why, when some appear to have it all do they still want more, NEED more even. Because their ego wants it. It makes them (temporarily) feel good.
As a person who had it all (not to the level I mentioned above may I add…) I was terribly unhappy. I had (on paper) a very good job at a law firm in a city, I owned my house, I had a husband, we enjoyed family holidays with our children, I had a new car, I had lots of new clothes, we went out on nights out with friends, ate expensive food and drank champagne. I was not happy. I would go so far as to say I was miserable and ducking depressed. I had all that society told me I needed in which to be happy and I fucking hated it. I don’t think I even liked ‘me’.
At the age of 30 I filed for divorce, sold the house, left my job at the law firm and for the first time in my life I actually asked myself ‘what do I need?’
‘What do I need?’ is not the same as ‘ What do I want?’ I did not need a mortgage, I did not need a car on finance, I did not need an emotionally draining (abusive) relationship and I did not need an overly stressful job where I didnt get to spend enough time with my children, apart from when we were on vacation.
I suffered a lot of critism from people around me, even some family. But I had to follow my heart. Once I had become aware of what my ego was, and my ego’s cravings I had no option but to change my life.
It’s near impossible to abandon your ego in Western society as our developed country is designed to feed it, and in order to try and abandon it you would have to go against all expected social norms. For majority of people this is too much. For some, perhaps they simply move to a country such as South East Asia where the focus is not on what you have or what you can get but on who you have around you.
So in answer to my question of ‘ what do I need?’ It was simple: my children, a close set of friends and immediate family, and a place I can call home. I trained to teach yoga to children and worked at a charity with young people at risk is sexual exploitation for a few years which finally led me to my studies of social psychology. Without the courage to change I would not be the person I am today. Do I still have an ego? Of course, it’s difficult to dispel. I’ve been reared in a western society where we are given a personal identity and self importance. In Eastern culture there is no ‘I’. They believe everyone and everything is connected. I do not have the priviledge of this view point. I am however grateful that I am aware of my ego and it’s cravings (it’s that cheeky monkey in your brain we need to keep in check every now and again).
I’d love to hear your thoughts and perspectives on ‘ego’ and perhaps how your change in perspective over time has shaped your life?
Until next time…
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I had all good intentions of putting pen to paper whilst on my travels in South East Asia, but to be frank and honest, I was too busy immersing myself in the culture (and sun). I did not connect to wifi and used my phone merely as a camera. I feel it is important now and again to have a bit of a technology detox and it felt right at that time, so I followed my intuition to do just that. I have returned home refreshed, topped up with inspiration…and fucking jet lag. So here I am, writing at 4.30am UK time (10.30am in SE Asia).
The experience was nothing short of amazing. I took a short trip from Thailand over to Cambodia, visiting Siem Reap. I never expected to be so lucky to see Angkor Wat a second time within two years, but I could nt resist the pull to visit again. I went a sunrise and it was absolutely fucking spectacular. Perhaps the fact the huge temple is built on a spot where two ley lines meet is why. Aside from the awesome architecture…because it really is stunning…its the atmosphere of the place. It is nothing short of incredible. Photographs do not do it justice because not only can you fail to see the sheer size of building, but you cannot feel in a picture what it is like to be there.
As the sun comes up the magnificent temple reveals itself, ever so subtly. The local macaques add humour as they play around the temple and are looking for food.
This also reminded me, as there were hundreds of people walking around the temple once the sun had come up….that this generation of monkeys have probably been here as long at the Wat has.
I feel a huge amount of gratitude to have visited this UNESCO site twice in my life. Each time I have taken something different from it, but equally I’ve still experienced that same spiritual feeling. Seeing a monk wandering around in the grounds was a reminder that this is still a temple used to worship Buddha. There is something truly magical about this place. I have heard reports that people find it too busy and it spoils the experience. I’d say in future perhaps they should call ahead and let them know that they’ll be arriving so they can tell everyone else not to bother 😉
Id recommend going on a weekday through the off season period though. I’ve been twice in August and although relatively busy, it’s still peaceful and you can grab a spot in the gardens to sit and watch the sunrise (or sunset). Fingers crossed you’ll get to see the monkeys too.
I cannot recommend visiting here enough if you ever get the chance. If any of you have visited already I’d love to hear from you and feel free to share your photographs. What was your experiences?
With any luck our next social sofa experience will not be so jet lag induced, but for now I’m going to try and readjust my sleeping pattern, so I can function as a relatively normal human being.
Until next time friends….☕