When the Student is ready, the Teacher will appear

Last night, the people who witnessed my reaction to what was, for me, a traumatic event no longer wonder why I’m single, and why I’ve chosen to live alone for nearly 25 years. While it is frightening for others to see the effects of my Stories on me, can you imagine what it’s like to actually be me? I’m like Peter Boyle’s Frankenstein before he learns that fire isn’t all bad. And, lucky for me, I’ve got a few Gene Wilders in my life, too, who love the monster-that-is-me nonetheless.

I won’t go into details about what happened, but suffice it to say that I received a tearful reaction (from someone I deeply love) to an honest statement of what I wanted. I was just not going to say anything at all (they don’t call it a Martyr Complex for nothing, I realize), because I feared it would cause upset, but I thought I would summon my courage and just do it. Intellectually I realize that we can’t “make” anyone happy or sad, but when I saw the tears well up in those eyes, I HATED myself. Absolutely hated myself. Then, for a brief moment, I hated that person, too, because my mind had not been read correctly, and I’d actually had to voice my true feelings. But mostly, I hated myself. I stormed off, hopped on a bus, got lost, and eventually sat in a pub doing puzzles and wishing I had enough paper with me to do The Work. For, as painful as the situation was for me, what comes up, comes up, and that’s what you do The Work on. You can’t shortcut or try to work on Big Stuff if it hasn’t come up yet. Last night, though, up it came.

And let’s face it: I’ve spent my life stuffing things down, dishonoring my thoughts and feelings, and running away from my frightful self. (I understand now, though, why so many Mind-Body writers are from my generation. It was the way it was for us, especially in the Midwest, I think.) What I heard growing up will sound familiar to the Baby Boomers. It didn’t matter whether it was happiness, sadness, fear, or anger — if it came up, it was greeted with, “Wipe that smile off your face” or “You can laugh now, but you don’t know what’s in store for you” or “Stop crying” or “I’ll give you something to cry about” or “Did you grow up in a sty?” or “Pipe down, for Pete’s sake.” Oh, and any number of names. Crybaby. Sissy. Chicken. Scaredy-cat. Klutz. Idiot. We tried to earn better names, like Perfect Student, Quietest, Smartest, but they were rarely forthcoming.

At no time were we considered to be “perfect the way we were,” because our parents didn’t think they were themselves. It’s hard — impossible, really — to teach what one does not know. I’m lucky now, though, because those in my life here understand that concept. They accept themselves, warts and all — and they accept me, even if I am Frankenstein now and then. Goodness, I don’t even accept me! But I’m getting there.

And I must be ready to heal the thoughts that are causing me so much pain, because they’re showing up in abundance. I get a few moments of joy, followed quickly by yet another barrage of fear, or anger, or depression, in all its terrifying intensity. My Thought Families, you know, have great-grandchildren, and they’re all married. I have the tools to deal with them now, and a safe place for me for them to speak, but it’s still a frightening process to me.

For those in the War Zone here, I want to remind you that thoughts cannot be let go of. It’s impossible. This is not “mind over matter” stuff, okay? Do you think if that were possible, truly, I would keep myself in this hell? I assure you, I would not. That’s why Byron Katie’s belief, that thoughts will drop themselves after honest inquiry into them, is such a comfort to me. It does actually work, when I do the Work. But it’s not instantaneous, and it requires a Thought showing its ugly, frightening face before I can identify which relative I’m working on and how to move it out of the house.

Yes, these episodes are scary and bewildering, but at least I know I’m on the right track. Katie also says these thoughts don’t raise their beloved, ugly heads until we’re ready to deal with them. Living alone, running away, working in environments where honest emotions are discouraged, is it any wonder they’re only showing up now? I’m with people I love, and I’m not working. Yeah. Think about it.

Teachers, you have arrived. And as your Student, I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. Please overlook my trembling, awkward hands; my unsteady gait and over-steady gaze; or my little zippered neck. I’ll be dancing to “Puttin’ On the Ritz” in no time.

4 thoughts on “When the Student is ready, the Teacher will appear”

  1. I love you, my friend. And I thank you for being capable of more honesty–eventually–than the baby boomers in my own life ever will be. It takes TONS of courage and you are to be commended.

  2. I have to get a copy of this book. Katrisa was talking about it, and I was touching on some of those “Okay to be me” concepts with my counselor. I bet the library has a copy!! Thanks for this post. I think it was what will finally push me to read it.

  3. Yes, I think the library has a copy — or at least, Katrisa has it! Someone sent me a CD collection, “Your Inner Awakening,” which the library might also have. I’ve found it to be very powerful; like listening to the books Kat and I have read of Katie’s. The other great place to go is to http://www.thework.com. They have a bunch of videos of Byron Katie, free worksheets, the lot. It’s really great.
    I think the beautiful thing is that each story is unique. While we have universal thoughts (I’m too fat/skinny/ugly/unhappy; I’m too poor/rich/unsuccessful; etc.), our perceptions of Reality differ greatly. In the past I’ve said, “Divorce and childbirth: two of the most common life events, but each and every person experiences them differently.” We’re unconnectedly connected, if you know what I mean.

    So, even if you can’t get the exact book Kat or I talk about, it doesn’t matter, for it will be your experience of the 4 questions and turnaround that will change your life. I wish you good luck, and all the joy you can handle!

  4. And I love you! You are an inspiration to me: so wise, practical, and intelligent, and yet compassionately objective. It’s not a mix one sees very often, and I’m grateful to have it in front of me, every day. Muah!

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