Once I peeled away what wasn’t mind by finding the root cause of my suffering (legacy, not mine which was primarily velcro-like subconscious patterns or orbits I kept playing out), I was able to find and establish my identity’s anchor, allowing me to be me regardless of what was going on around me.
From that space, I could see what hooks, usually pretty deep, tended to pull me off into their dramatic orbits. Finding the root of those hooks, in my case, usually fear based, allowed me to replace them with beliefs that better served me, like knowing I will always be alright regardless of what goes on around me.
For instance, I will be able to continue to breath after screwing something up at work. I will be able to see what I did clearly and remediate immediately, usually by being vulnerable and admitting what I did. In doing so, people around me will most likely be very forgiving, maybe because they know, they’re not perfect either.
Knowing what a hook is, understanding its core within the perspective of my mental map, has made it easy to see it for what it is, something outside of who I really am. For me, a hook is an annoying distraction that separates me from the moment and therefore, away from my life and away from love.
It was helpful to learn how just label something then watch it in a detached way as it passed through its cray-cray orbit away from me. Instead of saying to myself, “I am pissed off!,” I now say, “This is what anger feels like,” then watch it just move on through, unsticking itself from my day that otherwise would be thrown off course onto some other swirl of drama.
I’ve come to have more energy, instead of being drained by the day. In fact, it’s been pretty liberating to be detached enough to where that craziness doesn’t even find me anymore as much as it did. All that craziness is seeking someone else, unfortunately, who still has that open port for its hook to latch onto.
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