Loneliness is it really so bad?
Pointing the finger outward never does work. And it is not going to work this time either. But at least it might give you some idea of what a wolf looks like dressed up as a sheep. The only way to change things is to get to the feet and dance. And really and metaphorically dance, and take a pen and dance on the paper. Get into building a real solid set of roots to the point that they are real. And so they can be called on in times of fear. Alone if just to play with the letters slightly, another truth from the word orrises — all one. We never are alone, but separate we hold ourselves from the Greater Force.
Yesterday sorted through the many different articles in bold titles found on my page Medium Publishing. One of them caught my attention and just a click away was reading just how bad loneliness is? Really? The author went on and on how such a situation would cause illness and stress. It would also be the cause of depression. What? Can we really blame the process of not being with other people harmful?
Hardly, come on, depression and stress are maybe real things but let’s not add being alone to the long list of causes. The claim is that research had “proven”that long periods of time lead to high levels of stress. And this was the cause of depression and many other associated symptoms. Oh my goodness, it sounds like some more of that science that is done on rats and then transferred over to humans that already were sick. But the end results are: see a doctor and by some medication! Look, I am not going to write it — but choose any four letter word, and say it at least once with great disgust!
Loneliness is a word that even comes with a sad story before there’s a story. How did that happen? When being alone is one of the most profound ways of healing one self; period. The greatest of Yogis spent long spans of time in isolation. Jesus, the person that christian religion likes to title the “only” son of God — He spent more time alone then with people. And how about Einstein? Albert Einstein one of our greatest theoretical physicist developed the theory of relativity. And he didn’t do this in a cafe, sipping coffee, and texting on Facebook. No… the man would lock himself in the study and might not even come out except to do the necessary. And what… we want to still call loneliness a bad name?
We give the word and state of happiness so much credit. Too much credit if you ask me. It is over rated and part of the scam used to sell more stuff. And that includes our pharmaceutical business friends. But if you talk to a talented people person, like Antoniou Platon, he will tell you that those happy go luck folks are really hard to get any kind of a photo that has substance. Another one of my favorite photographers, Peter Lindbergh wants nothing to do with smiles or laughter. He claims that such expressions are just a wash in a photo.
The point is that loneliness is a word that is given a bad rap. Being alone is not the issue. In fact, true deep joy, and satisfaction with self and life — comes from spending ample time alone. The negative affects which the long L-ness word is given, is due to folks who are treading on water as if death already has a hand wrapped around the ankle.
The thing is in order to get deep life changes, changes that are substantial and make a difference — one often has to sink. Is drowning is too freighting? Maybe walking into the dark cave would be a bit more comfortable? And cave, or the bottom of the lake, either way there is a death. It is something that comes along with transformation of any kind. It’s a death of the insufficient one, the self serving one, often called the ego.
But when this part of self trashes and screams in front of our inner viewer — we witness a false sense of isolation. A dark blanket separating us from the light. And there in those moments when we muster up a solid foothold and do not run, or tread the waters — the separateness slips away like graphite pencil marks under the gum eraser.
Those who know my work, also know how I go on and on about grounding. The importance of that root system rooting us deep into the ground. And as darn weird as it might seem, is it any more weird then a wireless video conversation over the Atlantic Ocean? The thing is that the poor chap that can’t handle even a day of being alone — is without a foothold. He has no idea that under the soul of his foot exists a lifeline to the all-togetherness. *ops, miss-spelling sole instead of soul. Hmm… maybe not? Point is that if a person has no tools, or awareness of how to tread water, well then swimming is dangerous and most likely will end in death. Is that right?
But we do not give swimming a bad name? Come on if we want to give something a bad name, lets start with pointing to our support systems, which have for a long time have been jerking on the chain. And even stealing the bones in the dark. The three that first come to name is the medical industry, food industry and religious churches.
Pointing the finger outward never does work. And it is not going to work this time either. But at least it might give you some idea of what a wolf looks like dressed up as a sheep. The only way to change things is to get to the feet and dance. And really and metaphorically dance, and take a pen and dance on the paper. Get into building a real solid set of roots to the point that they are real. And so they can be called on in times of fear. Alone if just to play with the letters slightly, another truth from the word appears — all one. We never are alone, are we? But separate ourselves from the Greater Force.
