By Roger A. Peterson (Pete)
Part 1 from Pete’s Story Room under the heading: What do you do when Life as a Human Being is more Painful than Pleasant?
As I turned the empty bus into the dark parking lot at the end of my northbound run from Petaluma, out of the blue, I loudly asked myself in great exasperation, how come I never think about how good I am, how much I do, and how well I do it? Yeah, I thought, I only react to my shortcomings and mistakes! What’s up with that? Why have I always been more concerned about how bad I am than how good I am, how little I do as opposed to how much I do, how poorly I do things as opposed to how well I do them? Cultural conditioning?
Even my dreams play into this negative belief structure. I can’t tell you how many dreams I’ve had about building bridges across deep chasms or waterways that were so flawed I couldn’t cross them without falling into one of the many holes I had left unfinished! My holey, incomplete bridge episodes were extremely exasperating, to say nothing about trying to climb up to roadways whose soft shoulders kept turning into increasingly steep drop-offs while the sand kept getting softer and softer, making it impossible to gain ground.
Even rooftops played a role in reminding me of how inadequate and unworthy I felt about myself at times. Whether I was sitting or standing on the roof didn’t matter. On these frightening occasions, it seemed the roof came to life with the intent to punish, injure, or kill me. I figure it was either that or my Greater Consciousness was telling me to wake up, wise up, and rise up to greater awareness and understanding. What do you think? You know what, I haven’t had a dream like this for a long time. Maybe I’ve moved past the need for them. If so, hallelujah!
When I first said, I love myself, why didn’t I feel anything?
Thinking I couldn’t or shouldn’t love myself was an idea that had been rattling around in the back of my mind (subconscious?) since early childhood. My mother often said: “Anyone who loves themselves gets stuck on themselves.” You know, the old “stuck-up” thing. After my revelation in the parking lot, I began saying I love myself on a regular basis. It took a while but before long, my mind began to show me things about myself and others that I could love.
Regarding my mother’s belief about people who loved themselves, I assumed she was implying that once you decide to love yourself, no one else matters. At the time, I didn’t question her assumption outright but I do remember feeling a twinge of doubt about her take on this subject. And of course, there always seemed to be someone around to make this belief real.
Why was I so shy and defensive around other people?
Maybe it had something to do with being told at the age of five that everyone was “born in sin” because Adam and Eve, from whom “we are all descendants, ate fruit from the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil against God’s Command.” The nun teaching catechism immediately followed this bombshell with another one, “…and you can’t trust the flesh because it will always betray you.” Totally dumbfounded, I protested these claims and when she told me to shut up and pay attention, I turned my back on her for the rest of the class.
The next morning as we lined up outside her classroom, she asked me if I was ready to accept the teachings of the church. Looking her straight in the eye, I said no! In response, she pulled out a heavy-duty, eighteen inch wooden ruler she had been hiding inside her habit. Holding my wrist with one hand she beat my knuckles with it as hard as she could. When I couldn’t stand the pain any longer and began crying in front of the other students, she stopped, her mission accomplished, or so she thought.
On the way home from school that day, I told my older brother, Dicky, what happened and said, I was never going back to that school again. The next day, I hid in the woods behind the church all day and when we got home, I told my mother what had happened the day before and that I was never going back there again. The following day, Dicky and I both attended the local public school.
In public school, when my new teacher asked me to stand up and introduce myself to the class, I did, and then I told them what the Catholic school* taught their students and how they treated them. When I asked my new teacher how public schools treat their students his face turned beet red with rage. Pointing his finger at me, he yelled, “Sit down, shut up and do as I tell you! I’m the teacher and I know what’s best for you.” OMG, that went well!
* For more on What I Learned in Catholic School, click the link or visit https://realtalkworld.com and enter the title in the search window. For more about school in later years, read The Ball of Light. It’s a lucid dream about the nature of Being and Creation. It contains examples of how consciousness can be turned in an infinite number of directions in dreams or inner reality. To see how consciousness can be turned in alternate directions in waking reality, read My Encounter with the Energy of Unconditional Love.
Are there reasons for what we experience?
Is there another way to look at the experiences we have in life? I think so. For example, many of my experiences during childhood reinforced the idea that I couldn’t trust or believe in myself, or others. Did it feel unpleasant to be told that I couldn’t trust or believe in myself or anyone else? No, it felt terrible! However, if you want to create what you like, how can you do it without knowing what you don’t like?
Take My Recurring Superman Nightmare. I relived this frightening event about once a year, every year for more than three decades. It was a story about oppression and authoritarianism in the form of a priest and a large and powerful Frankenstein monster that kept chasing me through a park and up the side of an office building, year after year. Out of panic, every time he reached up to grab my ankle, I woke up in bed to save myself. One day, I decided to stop being afraid. The next time my Frankenstein monster reached up to grab my ankle, I turned around in anger and beat him until he fell off the building to the street below. Then I flew out from the building and saw the priest surrounded by a crowd of people, watching the show.
That was the last time I had that dream. Making people feel weak and dependent on authority is not only one stage of development, it may be essential to the greater development of All That Is. Experiences like this may not be fun but without something to annoy or challenge us, why would we bother to change? Why would we bother to evolve?
Why did I hate my crooked front teeth so much I wanted to destroy them?
I don’t know why I felt so angry but, at some level of consciousness I thought my teeth had the power to choose to grow in straight. I certainly treated them as if they did. Maybe I was using this one obvious flaw as a catchall for all the flaws I believed to be a part of who I was.
It didn’t help matters any that not only did my stepdad refuse to spend money on braces, my mother suggested I use a finger to push on the sharp point of my most crooked front tooth. I tried her remedy a few times and found that it was impossible to push on the sharp point of my tooth for more than a minute or two because of the pain in my finger. Also, putting pressure on one tooth, several minutes at a time, several times a day will not straighten out a tooth that is crowded by other teeth on both sides and deeply embedded in gum tissue and bone. I don’t know what you think, but in my story, having crooked teeth in your preteens was devastating in a culture that values beauty and perfection as highly as ours. I was certainly devastated by it!
Based on late-life experiences and learning, I now believe that there are no accidents and that there are reasons for everything. If this is so, does it mean that my teeth grew in crooked for a reason? Perhaps. What about the nun beating my knuckles and the teacher yelling at me in public school? Were these experiences initiated and controlled by unseen forces to steer me down a particular timeline? Who knows? Without experiences like these, how else can we learn about the need for empathy and the pain and paralysis of self-pity, “poor little old me”?
Why was I so confused and fearful about how to be with other people?
I was confused and fearful about how to be with other people early on because I only knew several people who seemed able to love without judgment, who accepted you without condition. Everyone else seemed happy playing the comparison game, “I win, you lose,” I’m right, you’re wrong, I’m good, you’re bad, I’m rich, you’re poor, I’m white, you’re black, I’m tall, you’re short, I’m male and you’re female, and on and on it goes. Feeling as if you’re being picked apart and judged all the time is not fun to me. It can make you extremely inhibited and self-conscious. Is this kind of behavior the result of an authoritarian belief system based on value judgments of right and wrong, good and bad, enforced by the shame of guilt and the fear of punishment, a system that controls us from the outside in as if we’re bad and must be programmed or corrected? I think so.
How can you feel safe or trust anyone in a divisive world that looks for dirt to use against you and pits us against each other? For example, isn’t using money, power, and privilege as your primary measures of success a poor choice? Think about it! When you measure success by the amount of money, power, and privilege you have, when is enough, enough? When do the means (how you get money, power, and privilege) stop justifying the end? Without moral principles or guidelines, it’s like driving a car with no brakes.
What stands behind competition and the desire to be someone? Is it the desire to survive? Why do we compare ourselves to each other and look for approval at the same time? Isn’t it stressful? In an authoritarian world that believes in scarcity, competition, and survival of the fittest how can we exercise control over ourselves and each other without judgments based on right and wrong, good and bad, enforced by the shame of guilt and the fear of punishment? Oh boy, there is so much I want to say about why it’s time to outgrow this strategy!
Why did I feel unworthy and insignificant so much of the time?
My biological father died when I was four years old. He was forty-nine at the time and managed a small grocery store owned by his father. Rarely did he interact with my three brothers and me. A year after his death, my mother married a plumber who owned a race horse. He was a nice man and took good care of us, but even as a young boy I knew about class status and both my dad and stepdad were near the bottom rung as blue collar workers. To me that meant my brothers and I, and my mother, were all near the bottom rung of society. I don’t know about the rest of my family but this discriminatory, class-conscious system made me feel unworthy and unwanted.
Here are several messages many of us receive during childhood. “Sit down, shut up and do as I tell you. I’m the teacher (parent, policeman, father, mother, etc.) and I know what’s best for you! Children should be seen and not heard. If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything. Curiosity killed the cat. What’s wrong with you?” You can probably think of a dozen more.
Whether these messages are conveyed through words, behavior, or organizational structure doesn’t matter. They exist, we know them, and they impact our behavior as they are meant to do.
Why did I feel like I wasn’t good enough?
When I asked my mother why she never complimented us (her children), she replied, “I don’t want you to get a fat head.” How many of us as adults feel the same way as my mother? As I mentioned earlier, I didn’t know how to support our children other than provide them with food and shelter, hug them, and go on walks with them. There was so much more I wanted to accomplish as their father but didn’t know how. Maybe that’s why so many of us review our lives later in life. We want to learn what we can from past experiences so we can do better in the future, whether it’s here or in other lives, if we have them.
Why did I think there was something wrong with me?
When you hear the question, “What’s wrong with you?” or you say, what’s wrong with me to yourself often enough, don’t you begin to believe it? After being told by the bible and Catholic Church that every human being is born sinful and can’t be trusted, what do you do when you’re a kid? You’re only one person against millions.
Why did I hate myself and others sometimes?
Unless you consciously replace hate with love and understanding, hate begets hate.
As a young man, why was I angry with so many people in positions of authority?
Abuse of power. Not everyone seeks a position of authority because they want to serve others. Some do it to serve themselves, to feel like they’re somebody.
Why didn’t I know what to tell my children when they were growing up and needed help?
I didn’t agree with much of what I was told growing up and had too little time and too little experience to figure it out on my own. As you know, the demands and expectations of life are many. As a result, I didn’t know how to talk or what to say to my children. Flying by the seat of your pants is a disturbing feeling when it comes to marriage and raising children. Also, it doesn’t help to be told that you’re bad. If you’re bad, how can you expect to be good?
Why did I often love animals more than people?
People judge others and animals don’t. They either like you or they don’t. I believe people would act the same way if they weren’t taught to think in terms of right and wrong, good and bad. Accepting myself as a Being of Aware Energy, or Consciousness, I feel there is no longer a need for judgments of right or wrong, good or bad, enforced by the shame of guilt and the fear of punishment.
When everything just IS, Being and Creation becomes a matter of learning the difference between what we like and don’t like, what works for us and what doesn’t, what makes us happy and what doesn’t, in our oneness with and separation from All That Is, as both products of creation and creation itself. There is no longer a need for scapegoats, people or organizations to blame or point the finger of blame at. It’s all on us and only then do we take action.
When we choose to learn from our experiences instead of judge ourselves by them, we automatically take responsibility for the reality our beliefs, attitudes, values and expectations create. As a result, we change them whenever we need to. From then on, life becomes a matter of living by value fulfillment and practicing idealism, doing the best we can with what we know and learning more to do better. By removing all limiting and conflicting beliefs that keep us from being the selves we love to be, we become our True Selves.
To be, we must create. To create, we must be.
As Beings of Aware Energy, or Consciousness, when we acknowledge that we’re not only separate from All That Is, we’re also one with All That Is, we greatly increase the range of possible and probable experiences available to us. The same thing happens when we acknowledge that we’re not only products of creation; we’re creation itself. Accepting and understanding our role as creators of our personal reality and co-creators of our shared reality, we again broaden our horizons.*
* Genesis – A Lucid Creation Dream. Change happens much easier in dreams and visions than waking reality due to material density. In this dream of exploration, I repeatedly entered into new experiences by creating dangerous situations. When things became too intense, I quickly changed my mind to remove the danger. It was similar to turning a switch on and off. Only in this case, I was changing my thoughts and feelings from one state to another, as well as those of the creatures I encountered. The message one minute was “enemy” and the next, it was “friend.”
All That Is thinks, feels, acts and reacts; therefore, we ARE. As we think, feel, act and react, we create. To change what we create, we change what we think and feel, how we act and react.
All the while, I believed in a different story than the ones we’ve been telling ourselves. Until now, I didn’t know what that story was.