A simpler life

No Joe, and you recommendation is what I see myself doing -- getting off the merry-go-round. I've already gotten heat from my (ex)family (who are really the ones who did me in this last time and precipitated my fall), and I told them where to stick it.

The old Cpl is dead.

It's a decision I made. I'm done with it. So this isn't a bump in the road, it's a derailment. The life I had worked so hard for, and sacrificed nearly everything for was taken from me, so the only way out that I can see is abandoning the life that can't be, picking a new one and going with it.

I've already also got the repercussions "Gee, i thought you were someone else." To which I respond: "I was. That's over. Climbing the corporate ladder? What I was doing that for is gone, can't get there from here. Now there's no use for the climb, let someone else go for it. It no longer has a purpose, it's getting thrown out."

So, I'm not just cleaning the stuff from my house, I'm also cleaning the bats from my belfry, so to speak.
 
"Forget your lust, for the rich mans gold, all that you need is in your soul."

Words that helped this 11b
 
That was an interesting article there Howard. Thanks for the link. (Personally, I agree with the writer's point of view.) The mention of "anger" toward the end got me thinking of Elvis Costello's song "I'm Not Angry".

I got to take a class 3 years ago that helped get me back onto the path that I always thought I was on and found that I had strayed off of. It was a really big help to me going through my divorce at the same time. I latched onto a few small books to keep with me in case I strayed off again or just got really confused. The first one that I'd use is "Don't Sweat The Small Stuff...And Its All Small Stuff". It kinda falls into the "psychobabble" heading but I like its short and gentle prodding toward ordering your mind/thoughts to help keep an even keel.

Cpl, I'm not trying to recommend this to you. I've followed all of your recent posts here and while I kind of have a rough idea about what you've gone through, I certainly don't really know or understand your situation. The recent thing about family being involved helps bring out more of the reason for the impact its had on you. I'm hoping that at the end you'll come out healthy, strong, loving and at peace.

Good night all.

Rick
 
Cpl - good luck to you, and it sounds like you're doing what you need to, and your continuing on the right track.

I'm going through a similar situation right now: purging tons of stuff from my packratting days. I have a garage full of old - some antique - tools. Some of which I haven't used since I bought them. Same for knives, clothes, books, CD's DVD's, etc. A good deal ain't a good deal, if it's never used.

Dealing with my sentimentality is the hardest part; letting go of my little comforts from the past, and making do with just what I need, is tough.

~Chris
 
So this isn't a bump in the road, it's a derailment. The life I had worked so hard for, and sacrificed nearly everything for was taken from me, so the only way out that I can see is abandoning the life that can't be, picking a new one and going with it.

I've already also got the repercussions "Gee, i thought you were someone else." To which I respond: "I was. That's over.


Man - I really - REALLY - understand that feeling. This is the 4th year since i have been disabled -- everyday my mind tells me all kinds of negative crap - especially "your not really a man any more " - or - "you used to be somebody".


and chronic pain just sux period - the pain day after day it just wears me down

i have a lot of friends and allot of people know me from all the volunteer work i have done over the years and they tell me i am a great guy and saved their life and etc etc - and my mind says "well that's nice of them to say that but they really don't know what a failure you are"


man - it drives me nuts -- well anyway - you said -"picking a new one and going with it" - I hope you are able to find / pick a new one that is satisfying

Eric
 
... A good deal ain't a good deal, if it's never used...

...and if you have to carry it around, dust it, protect it from thieves, insure it, move it to another house, shuffle it when you are trying to find something ...

Remember in Dicken's Christmas Carol, Marley's ghost wearing the chains of gold he forged himself?
 
Howard: thanks for that article. It outlines ONE of my many reasons for dismissing psychology. It's a religion of priests with no god.

I'd rather talk to a Buddhist monk, Hindu Priest, Catholic priest or NDN shaman (and I don't belong to any of those religions) than a head shrinker, because at least those guys understand there's a Spirit and when it's sick, quaint little sayings and physical drugs are worthless.

However one quaint saying I can use (and usually shuts them up) is "A definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result." The last 3 years has been doing the same thing over and over and has left me in flames, spiraling down toward a smoking hole in the ground -- so I'm doing something different.
 
Really a lot of pain and sadness in this thead.

For the most part I have always had a really happy life, and I really like Cpl , always enjoy his posts, and some of y'all others who have posted in this thread I know and like too. So really makes me feel bad that y'all have had these really "Dark Nights of the Soul" so to speak. Not fair.

Serious smoke going up for blessings, grace and love to blow your way. :thumbup:
 
Good reference, Howard. I've wondered if that was the path I was on.

I wrote a bit on it a while back. I'll have to see if I can dig it up.
 
Really a lot of pain and sadness in this thread.

Snip: and I really like Cpl , always enjoy his posts, and some of y'all others who have posted in this thread I know and like too. So really makes me feel bad that y'all have had these really "Dark Nights of the Soul" so to speak. Not fair.

I agree wholeheartedly with hollowdweller on the parts I didn't snip out and especially with what he said about, "really liking Cpl" and what follows.

Cpl I don't know what you've been through but regretfully I know up close and personal how bad - family - can hurt and especially - ex - family. My first real Love and the mother of my children hurt me in the very worst way a woman can hurt a man so much so that what might have been my, "Dark Nights of the Soul" became the, "Dark Years of my Soul."
My story is much too long and way too personal to get into here but if you want too hear about it just contact me by email...

~~Smoke~~ and ~~Song~~ for things to be fixed up for you in a Good and Gentle Way...

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Here's an interesting little article. If nothing else it gives an unusual angle to consider things from.


That was a helpful perspective. The machine comes for us in many diverse ways...

CPL, I am sad for your suffering, but hopeful you may be on the road to joy. i struggle in many ways, but I just need to do what I know I need to do. Simplifying is one of those things, and it is an ongoing painful process for me.

You mentioned "your church"? I hope it is a great one!

[18]*For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us.
(Romans 8:18 ESV)

This doesn't make suffering not suffering, but it allows us to lift up our faces and look beyond the present time, when we find grace to do so.

This link is to a song that i have found to be a blessing lately -

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oZDQzR8LK-c&feature=player_embedded


I hope this is not like salt into your wounds, but I can only offer what has been a help to me, even if the waters i have been through have not been as deep as yours.

I'll pray for you.

Your friend,

Tom
 
La noche oscura del alma is a way that some people end up treading. Some go that way and some do not. Great value can be found along that path, although there is pain and sadness along the way.

Good reference, Howard. I've wondered if that was the path I was on.

I wrote a bit on it a while back. I'll have to see if I can dig it up.

Here it is:

Hebrews 12:4 You have not yet resisted to the point of shedding blood in your striving against sin;

5 and you have forgotten the exhortation which is addressed to you as sons,
"MY SON, DO NOT REGARD LIGHTLY THE DISCIPLINE OF THE LORD,
NOR FAINT WHEN YOU ARE REPROVED BY HIM;
6 FOR THOSE )WHOM THE LORD LOVES HE DISCIPLINES,
AND HE SCOURGES EVERY SON WHOM HE RECEIVES."

7 It is for discipline that you endure; God deals with you as with sons; for what son is there whom his father does not discipline?

8 But if you are without discipline, of which all have become partakers, then you are illegitimate children and not sons.

9 Furthermore, we had earthly fathers to discipline us, and we respected them; shall we not much rather be subject to the Father of spirits, and live?

10 For they disciplined us for a short time as seemed best to them, but He disciplines us for our good, so that we may share His holiness.

11 All discipline for the moment seems not to be joyful, but sorrowful; yet to those who have been trained by it, afterward it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness.

12 Therefore, strengthen the hands that are weak and the knees that are feeble,

13 and make straight paths for your feet, so that the limb which is lame may not be put out of joint, but rather be healed.

THE SCOURGE OF GOD

The nature of chatisement is explicit in the diversity of troubles and sorrows that are imposed by the Lord upon his children, usually in the sense that he allows such things to befall them, with the holy and benevolent intention of improving the quality of their spiritual lives. An Old Testament example is Job who suffered the loss of wealth, loved ones, reputation, health, and honor - all upon the specific permission of God. David also suffered chastening in the matter of Shimei's throwing stones and cursing the king (2 Samuel 16:9); and David's submissiveness to that sore trial was evidenced by his saying, "The Lord hath bidden him." It is, therefore, a mistake for the Christian to view his tribulations in a sense of stoicism, or as a result of blind chance, or as the operation of the law of averages. There is an eternal purpose of God toward his children; and that purpose is personal and corrective - such is the meaning of chastisement. The full nature of it is revealed in that it wears many faces, appearing and reappearing in an infinite pattern of sorrows and hardships. It is the experience of all of God's children, there being no exceptions whatever, the absence of it denoting no favoritism on God's part, but the illegitimacy of the one apparently favored. It is a severe experience, as revealed by such a word as "scourges," applied to it here, and is not to be understood as any mock trial or superficial difficulty; but the child of God is confronted with actual tribulations designed to test the hearts of all them that pass through them. The chastening of Israel (Isaiah 1:5,6) showed "wounds and bruises"; and the true Christian bears in his body the marks of the Lord Jesus (Galatians 6:16).

The purpose of chastisement, as revealed in the following verses, is totally benevolent and springs from the infinite love of God for his weak and sinful human children. Three designs are involved: (1) that of correcting our faults; (2) strengthening our faith; and (3) promoting our eternal welfare. It is not God's will that his children should have everything they desire in this life. Riches and luxuries may cause pride to flourish in the heart; success in life's various projects may cause people to trust in themselves; and even true righteousness may lead to despising others; but against all such eventualities, the chastening rod of the Lord is upon the believer.

The scourge of God is the instrument of change the Lord wields to tear away all but what is the base state of being. When a person comes to a certain point in their life, they realize that they've squandered their years of things that, in the end, do not matter. They have but two choices. They can go about their lives as they have, grinding away in the clutches of uselessness until they come to their final, crushing, end. Or they can fall to their knees and submit to a Reforming. Much as metal is melted down, the dross skimmed off and the pure metal formed and reforged, God wields His scourge
to tear away the useless vestiges of vanity and ruin. Only after these have been removed, can the base person, the very structure upon which the soul is constructed be exposed, cleansed and prepared to build the new person atop.

Why the scourge? Why not another tool, another metaphor? Because this breaking down, this removal of the dross of life is not like changing one's clothes. It is like tearing away the skin. It is hurtful, it is uncomfortable. At first, it comes with great pain and sorrow, then, when all is lost, when all has been removed, comes clarity.

With clarity comes relief. Relief that one is finally freed from the bonds they had put themselves in. They can see the world for what it is. They can see what really matters. It is something that cannot be adequately put in words, it must be experienced. Only once one has been brought to nothing, when all fo what they thought is them is gone, do they see who they truly are.

Beware, however. Once one has underwent the scourge, there is no going back. The world will see who you have become. They will see what you do, how you think. They will look upon your life and wonder. They will not understand. Why do you no longer see as they see? Why do you no longer care about the things they see as all-important? Why do you have this air about you. They will not understand because they do not know the freedom that you live, because they do not know freedom, they only know their slavery. They look upon your freedom and they will be afraid. They fear what they do not know. What they will not know is you. Ah, but He knows you and you know Him.
 
Three things this thread has made me think of. Two from C.S. Lewis and the last from me:

“If I discover within myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.”

and

“You don't have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body.”
--

The third thing is something I've seen firsthand throughout Africa time and time again. I've photographed orphanages, street life, slums, and rural subsistence farmers. I've seen people living for a week on what I would eat in a day, people working harder in a day under the sun than I would in a week, and people 20 years old who look 50. Burnt by the sun, leathery and calloused, quickly returning to dust. My ex-girlfriend emailed me and asked, have you figured out why all those people were born into such misery while we have so much?

It sure took me a while to answer that one. I had to think long and hard. But the answer I came up with was actually a question that turns hers on its head: What is true misery? And I've concluded that you and I and the rural poor and shiftless slumdwellers and Americans struck with midlife wanderlust are all in the same boat. I've seen people in pitiable conditions here know true joy more than some materially privileged westerners ever will; but the quality and quantity of their material existence is not what mattered or where their joy came from. True misery is separation from God. It's my firm belief we were created for a personal relationship with a God who loves us, and that sooner or later we all feel the hole inside where that's supposed to be. Too many people fill that hole with STUFF that satisfies for an instant, and then it's on to the next thing. Too few come to a point of realization that STUFF doesn't satisfy (after all, commercials are constantly indoctrinating us otherwise). If you've come to that point, Cpl, I would urge you not to keep that hole empty or live in stoic tragic resignation. Fill it with something--well, Someone--worthwhile.

Just my $.02
 
Well, Kenneits, that's what got me here.

Note that the scourge of God isn't just for correction (though I won't deny that was a good part of it), but is also to test us and make us stronger, and as the text says, NOT going through it actually marks you as illegitimate, not blessed. I'm not sure that anyone can truly understand just who they are and where they stand with God unless they go through it.

I'm sure some of it was my own wishing. Ever think of those who went before and had to hold their faith unto death and wonder if you could do it? Ever wonder if you could remain true to God and "forsake everything else" like Jesus commands -- like Paul did? Keep in mind that forsaking doesn't mean giving them up, but doing as Paul did and ":count all those things as rubbish" compared to what he had with God. I wondered if I could. The only way to do so was to find out. Well, He showed me. Somewhat to my surprise, my faith held.

To say that doesn't tell the whole story. It's not that I didn't question, and not that I didn't actively look at other religions to see fi this was really for me. I'm not sure you can be certain of your faith until you really question it to the point of looking elsewhere and then after all deliberation come back to the conclusion that it's the way for you.

See, I taught the bible classes at church for years before this happened. I knew all this in my head, but not in my heart. It didn't really sink in and become real until I experienced it. But my warning holds true -- no one but those that have gone through a similar trying understand me anymore. They don't understand why I couldn't care less about any spiritual rewards I may get when I get to heaven. I know I don't even deserve to be there, and just being there is above and beyond anything I can reasonably ask for. Anything more is just gravy. Just not do the things we're not to do, and do the things we are to do and let God worry about the rest. I do what I do for love and duty to Him. Any rewards don't enter into the equation anymore.

They don't understand why I don't care about sports. Or why I don't buy a huge TV. They can't fathom why I'm looking to have this trailer torn down and towed away and put up a yurt. They don't understand that a nice house doesn't matter because they don't understand that I don't live here anymore, I'm just visiting. I'm just waiting for the call to return home.

Maybe that's the real meaning of the village I keep dreaming about.
 
I know the feeling. I've got a full basement, two car garage and shed full of stuff. Half of it I don't even know where I got it. I dread the day when we move but maybe it will be a great time to sort.
Sometimes I long for the time when all I owned in the Marines was a car, a Sea bag full of gear and a suitcase or two.
 
They don't understand why I don't care about sports. Or why I don't buy a huge TV...

I'm with you there. If you checked into a Motel 6 for one night and housekeeping came by to find you feverishly repapering the walls and recarpeting in a shade more suitable to you...can you imagine the look on their faces? They'd think you were nuts, and you just might be. You're there in that hotel room for a reason, you're headed somewhere, but to spend your whole time decorating it... :rolleyes:
 
they don't understand that I don't live here anymore, I'm just visiting. I'm just waiting for the call to return home.

Maybe that's the real meaning of the village I keep dreaming about.

While your longing to head home is understandable, maybe there's a reason you're still here. Our concept of time is very limited in comparison to God's. Patience 'till the very end my friend. ;)
 
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