Right now, I find thoughts are ticker-taping through my life on money and eating, mostly because the money and eating courses are well underway.
I find it fascinating how these two forms of energy (money and food) have to do with consuming and taking in, but also letting go and releasing.
If money and our favorite food were lying on a table in front of us, we might see our hand reach out to take it.
I see it. I want it. I could take it. I’ll take it. I have it. It’s mine!
Did it provide what I was looking for? Did it give me what I really wanted?
Sometimes, this very pattern is extremely unsatisfying, but compelling: Working very hard and long hours for money. Eating way too much.
To explore this cycle, what if we went back to the seeing it, before we grabbed it or consumed it or used it, and paused right there?
Sometimes, the first time we “see” something we want is in our minds. The food or money isn’t around, but we picture it vividly. The color, the feel, the bank account statement, the spending, the texture, the possibilities, the excitement, the security or the focus on this pleasurable thing.
This thing called food. This thing called money.
People will say in the classes as we’re looking at our beliefs these common and stressful thoughts: “I can’t stop eating” or “I can’t relax around money”.
So what if we looked today at this “wanting” experience that happens when an image comes to mind of food, or riches? This is before we get it, but we’re dang sure we want it. See how good it looks?
I want, want, want it.
Is it true?
Huh? I mean….of course that’s true! What an odd question! I have tons of evidence of this being true. I’ve grabbed it a thousand billion times. I’ve consumed and spent it. I’ve used it. I’ve eaten it.
I am the one who wants that thing. It’s been true for so long.
Are you sure?
Can you absolutely know it’s true you want that pile of money or that bowl of sugar? Is there no room for any doubt at all? Are you positive…forever and ever?
Boinnnnggggg! (That’s like a cartoon frying pan hitting me on the cartoon head)!
I can’t know it’s true I want it! If I pause a moment, it seems like I don’t. I have no idea. Weird. I thought I was in a frenzy every time, but now I’m not so sure. Woah.
How do you react when you think you waaaannnnntttt it?
That’s easy. I grab like a Tasmanian Devil. I feel very unsatisfied.
So who would you be without this stressful thought that you For Sure want what you’re looking at? (Oh that cash, on that ice cream, oh that love, oh that attention, oh that success….)
Oh my. I’d start laughing.
Without the belief I want it?
And something opens up, because maybe I really wanted something else all along. Maybe I want safety, security, love, soothing from serious trauma in the past, connection, intimacy.
So often, I wanted intimacy–to really join closely with someone. Food was next best thing. Money was for those other people who deserved it.
Turning the thought around: I don’t want it. My thinking wants it. Not “I” or me.
How could this be just as true, or truer?
It didn’t really fulfill me. It didn’t eliminate the pain. I didn’t feel comfortable even after I had it. Spending or eating or hoarding or starving all happened, and still something feels empty or too full.
I’ve also worked with so many people with tons of money who aren’t perfectly content. Or who are eating the perfect diet, and they aren’t satisfied.
Turning the thought around again: It wants me.
How could this be true?
I know this sounds cosmic. Like, what is “it”? Seriously? Are we talking the food wants me, or the money? That doesn’t even make sense.
But I like this turnaround anyway. Life wants me. Love wants me. The present moment wants me, fully here, not half here, not wanting-ly here full of my complaints about what is.
God, Allah, The Friend, Presence, Surrender, Rest, Being wants me, the real true me that is not alone and not abandoned and not freaking out and too scared to inquire.
in the flood
which has yet to come
in the prison
which has yet to exist
the game of chess
I’m already the checkmate
a single cup of your wine
I’m already drunk
know the difference
between image and reality