Your emotions can lie to you about the action plans you need to make then take. Vigilantism is invigorating in theory. Monolith, in the context of my title, means a large and impersonal political, corporate, or social structure that’s regarded as intractable, indivisible, and uniform.
As I was typing the title, I was led to place “-ium” on the end, so I guess, in part, this is about drugs. No, not about fentanyl or other dangerous drugs, but drugs like being convinced of one’s own superiority, for example. “Those who do not move, do not notice their chains.”(@poet.circle). We can be addicted to routine while being a teetotaler.
If I were to give you truth serum, would you be able to tell me why you did what you did? Would it make sense, or only make you look small? Inaction qualifies just as much here.
If we’re going to incorporate the chakra system into this discussion, how about the first chakra? Doesn’t matter if you’re familiar with chakras or not because I’m going to tell you about the first chakra, otherwise known as the root chakra. I’m also going to suggest an addition to what is traditionally taught.
The first chakra has to do with the basics of life: Money, food, shelter… I wonder if popularity should be added in there? Not because I’ll ever encourage myself or anyone else to live their lives based on what is popular. That has about as much originality as Hollywood does now. Should we remake Mean Girls again? Oh, wait…
Hear me out and consider some Yellowjackets tribalism for a bit. If you are not popular in whatever metric fits, how are you going to stay in the tribe? Shun and vote out the least useful and most annoying of us. In the case of Yellowjackets, you would get hunted down and eaten. Eek! Extreme, but stranger things have happened.
What stories do you tell yourself, and others, repeatedly? The reason for said storytelling is important. Do you spin yarns to vent, or to marinate in what is akin to taking a shot known as the cement mixer? If you don’t know what a cement mixer is, hit me up and I’ll buy you all you want. I guarantee you’ll only do one. A cement mixer is Irish crème liqueur and lime juice. It actually doesn’t taste all that bad, it’s just the fact that it curdles in your mouth, while thickening into something you chew instead of drink.
Usually when I use the term marinate, I mean to think or meditate on something so as not to act in haste. I may not use it so freely in the future. Why? Words matter, that’s why. Words are the intentions we think and speak all day long. Mindfulness, sans superstition, is what we’re aiming for here. Do you really need agreement for YOUR truth? What? Do you NEED agreement for your truth? If so, what does that say about your truth? Don’t worry, it could still be true, but really focus in on this question.
Here, I’ll help: What’s the difference between processing your issues and pounding cement mixer shots? One advances you while the other is basically a productive, punitive quagmire—busy-work. How much of our life is just a cement mixer? Don’t marinate on the answer to that question because the wastefulness could be depressing, but the question still needs to be answered, however briefly.
Like a ship, we must rudder into the storm and tumult of life with the intention of integration until it softens into wisdom. Remember that when you chase validation, you neglect the opportunity of your vulnerability. Perhaps vulnerability is our best ability. Certainly, vulnerability is our most fear-laden ability. But the rewards…
That’s why the temptation of the misery trap is so seductive. The survivor, the betrayed, the misunderstood, and maybe the worst of them all, THE VICTIM, are all terrible things we experience in our lives. Even worse than the trauma is building a monolith to it. Maybe monolithium is the cure. Who knows? I just made the drug up because it was a snappy title. I Want a New Drug, by one of my favorite bands, Huey Lewis and the News is singing in my mind’s ear.
Consider this: Perhaps another update to an axiom, as long as we’re at it, is, “The devil is in the distractions,” as opposed to, “The devil is in the details.”
In fiction, how vexing and thrilling is it to have an unreliable narrator? Your life is NOT fiction, so don’t vex yourself. For whatever reason, I’m led to suggest the reader youtubing Ashanti’s Unfoolish lyrics here. Always loved that song, but paid more attention to Biggie and the beat than the actual words.
I only want the best for myself and others. Yes, I’m talking to me; or, at least, getting a talking to, all at the same time. This is our sacred rebellion. Monoliths come about for a reason, just as much as they must crumble to make way for better ways—higher dimensions—lighter loads.
“History doesn’t repeat itself, but it rhymes.” (Ken Burns) Perhaps it is actually human nature that doesn’t change. Part of our nature, unfortunately, is over-thinking, so turn the unfortunate into a fortune by agonizing over what could end up in your favor.
(By the way, it’s been a while since I’ve taken the opportunity to thank our new and devoted readers alike. It occurred to me that Wholly Holistics is like a journal entry that I publish to you all. The appreciation for this platform will only be appreciated completely on the other side. For now, my thanks will have to suffice.)
