Why Can't I Be the Five Year Old!!?!

What a weird day.

I got just what I had been asking for, as I often ask in class:

"Does anyone have any questions, comments or complaints?"

It was inspired by my daughter Grace. When she was little, we used to play a game. She would complain to me. I would look outraged. I would puff and blow my Self up to over- size, then bellow in a loud voice:

"Grace! How dare you behave this way!!

Stop behaving like a 5 year old!!!"

And then Grace - with a little sparkle on her face - would quickly reply:

"But daddy, I am 5."

I immediately deflated, became contrite and bowed apologetically…

"Oh right. You are. I'm so sorry."

And she would look so happy!

For adults in my class, this doesn't work.

But it's OK, because I rarely get complaints, except this day I did. All at once. Big ones. Outraged people threatening to do shocking things. Not just one. MANY.

Be careful what you wish for.

Of course, being a the-world-reflects-who-I-am kind of guy, getting into the blame game is not my scene.

It's me learning about me, and yet…

I LOVE THE COMPLAIN GAME.

Doesn't it feel so good when you can blame someone else?

For example: someone steals your identity - of course you blame them, right? It seems unfair NOT too, right? You did nothing to encourage them, and yet this "thief" unfairly snatched away your identity to steal your credit cards, your memberships, your life…

THEY DID THIS TO YOU.

THEM!!!

And the emotions naturally follow…

Anger, hurt, frustration - outrage, incredulity, aggression.

And you think: THEY CAUSED MY HELL.

But did they?

Usually, no-one will contradict you.

On the contrary, friends will frown, nod their heads and join your outrage. You'll get empathy and concern, and bask in the sunlight of victimhood.

And slowly, very slowly - without really noticing it - you start becoming the kind of person you accuse the thief of being: vindictive, uncaring, aggressive (towards the thief).

You are basically being racist: dividing the world up into the goodies and the baddies, right and wrong, day and night, black and white.

Such a lovely simple world to live in, and dangerous.

There's no world like that, except the one in your head. It's a fairy tale designed to avoid responsibility for your own movement.

And it is contrary to Alexander's discovery.

You are totally responsible for your movement.

Everything is movement, that's the raison d'être of your system.

E-motion is Movement.

If that isn't true, pack it all in right now.

Because all hope is lost. If your condition is reliant upon the behaviour of others - how can you ever change your Self? You have to change THEM, first.

And you just created your own hell my friend. You abrogated your responsibility of the Self. You handed over the keys of your kingdom to another person.

It's what I so much wanted to do today. Please, let me stamp my feet and puff and huff and tell you how bad I feel.

And blame it all on you.

And it's crap.

No-one can make my life hell but me.

I am responsible.

That's why I can't be the 5 year old.

Today, we need adults.

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