Whether it is a dark, warm and cosy space, or a bright and colourful rainforest that helps with the transition from a dense experience to a sparse one, it doesn’t matter. It’s whatever takes my mind off the clock that turns into my holy saviour, my meditation. Being mindful is to counter my heavier thinking thru a regular program or ritual to help bring balance into my life, regardless of however temporary that change of state might be.
You see, within each successful mental transaction I convert stress by rerouting pressure from one part of my mind to another, awakening the positives that were incubating behind the scenes thru a three-stage habit:
- From a pushy demand to escape an undesirable situation, I head straight to the internal archives for help.
- I refine or photoshop the results that I find as much as I can using my mind’s clinic and utilising ‘positive imagination.’
- Finally, here comes my reward as I project a new cooler scene with an attention-grabbing taste that covers any heat.
I can’t say that I would blow my fire out entirely, because, in reality, things inevitably came back to bite.
This whole time I was Mindfooling myself. I’d augment my psychology as a way to deal with life!
From anxiety I would find my way to serenity, keeping my space alive for a short while. Or at least, until reality surfaced. Which it always did when the value from my thoughts dried up and I’d lose my trancelike state.
So, after profoundly seeing this process, it became clear that it would now be in my very best interest to reduce or optimise this cycle. Thus, I deal with my fluctuations lightly between fragments or contrasting states of mind, instead of always diving head-first into Mindfulness as per usual.