You're all seven eyed, inbred sloths!

Spirituality
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I SAY AGAIN! [B]You’re all seven eyed, inbred sloths![/B] YARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

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I’m guessing nobody got offended, angry, defensive, or experienced like emotions when I said the above. Probably because you’re not seven eyed, inbred sloths. I’m sure there were a few, “WTF”'s, “Ummmm” and “Hahahahah’s” but not much else. :slight_smile:

I used to be a professional baseball player. Towards the end of my rather short career, I was experiencing a ton of pain in my shoulder, neck, and upper back area associated with my throwing arm. It resulted in me spending a lot of time in the training room and missed a couple games and practices. However, I worked harder than anyone. I got there early, stayed late, and was incredible devoted (and by devoted, I mean I was compulsive) to my desire to make it to the major leagues.

One day, the coach I respected more than anyone sat me down after practice. He told me that I was, “Being labeled a pussy by the other coaches”. I just sat there in silence because I would have cried if I uttered a word. I WAS NOT A PUSSY. And I would prove it!

I stopped going to the training room and I went to every practice and game. The pain persisted and got so bad that I would go the emergency room almost every night to see if they could figure out what was wrong with me. Being western medical doctors, they gave me drugs. Huge doses of pain killers and muscle relaxers.

I ended up taking so many muscle relaxers that my roommate would have to beat me to wake me each morning. I took so many pain killers that my stomach was torn to shreds. And I was bearing down so hard that I ended up with shin splints and hemmorhoids to boot.

One day, I couldn’t take it anymore and medically retired.

The traumas, both physical and emotional related to baseball have affected me a lot and letting go of them has been a long process. One day, my guru and I sat together eating and he looked up at me and said, “Would you like to take a shortcut?”

“Sure.”

“You’re a pussy.”

Emotion flooded from me.

My guru explained that I became a pussy because I did everything I could to prove I wasn’t. I attached to it rather than feeling that initial hurt and letting it go.

So if for some reason you were hurt by being called a seven eyed, inbred sloth, I apologize, please let it go. I don’t want to see what happens if you attach to the idea.

#2

You were a pitcher?

#3

Center field.

#4

Nice post. Made me smile.

#5

You were a pussy?

Lol, joking, I had too keep consistent with the questioning

That is so amazing. It’s always us guys trying to be all that, that are not all that. That’s so good, I’m taking this idea with me.

#6

Yeah, cool post dude.:cool:

To David,

Letting go is useful practice for dealing with life’s ups aand downs.Sometimes i am reminded of that story of the buddhist monk that was criticised by another for carrying the princess across the river because they were meant to be chaste or whatever,not ogle women or be in their company.But the guy says no i left on the river bank ,it is you still carrying her around.

If you can introduce a thought and let it go,then you can learn to let-go thoughts that intrude unsolicted,uninvited.Spam thoughts.This makes use of the higher limbs acesnding all through Samyam and back again.

It is easier to do when you’ve got some inner silence cultivated;then it happens more intuitively.But there is a quantum shift that occurs.How this can work when someone says something that really winds you up,leaves a weightier imprint/foot print ?. Well i think you can take that negative energy you’ve got and transform it spiritually, through practice, particularly while in the deep meditative state.Then what arises out of that is pure bliss consciousness.This is a morally regulative state that does not seek to find authority too much outside of itself. It just knows,senses,feels – like an inner intuition or inner knowing.Does’nt need rational explanation for (good,moral)action.

#7

Thank you again David for the wisdom, laugh and WTF. :slight_smile:

#8

I think I enjoyed being called a seven eyed inbred sloth. :slight_smile: It sure made me giggle.

I especially enjoyed the post as well. Thanks David!

#9

I’ve been called worse.

#10

Should have taken steroids instead of pain killers, then you would have made it LOL

But would you be more happy?