What is it about anxiety and our senses?
I was wondering these days, how come so many people must go through situations, that cause so much anxiety and what this means to our own physical system, as well the emotional and mental part. With all the images we are being showered so to speak, about all the human misery by television and the internet.
It is hard to stay focused on our own inner connection and stay grounded in the heart of ourselves, that place where love is the front door. So, we can handle these harsh situations with a different eye and from a different perspective.
Why am I writing about this? Because I can sense what kind of effect this has on my own senses and how much effort it cost at times not to be influenced by all the negativity, that is being presented through behavior as well as footage. The images so brutally being portrayed at times it has lost any kind of respect, or they show the lack of respect towards any form of Life as it is, being human or any other form of creation.
To me this sensitivity started, no it did not start, I became aware of it at an early age already, when I was watching a report on the television. A bombing had taken place in some distant country and the footage was showing the impact it had. The images were graphic showing the body parts that were lying around, the blood, the rumble, and the screams.
I was shocked to my core as an infant and asked my father to shut down the television. His answer was short. No. His explanation made more sense when I grew up and could understand, you cannot shut your eyes to reality.
This is true, we do not live in a bubble of our own little world. Because television and the internet brought the whole world into our living rooms. We were connecting with each other on so many levels in such a short period of time during the last 50 years.
Yet I never got used to the images of brutal behavior, the aggression people were showing towards each other. When a crowd stampedes and lost all control. When it was not about reason and reasoning with each other, the yelling and chanting of negativity towards others.
When did we get out of control in such a bad way? Where did we lose respect for one another? When did anger win from reasoning and dialogue? Furthermore, when did hate become more powerful seemingly than love? What to think about war and mutilating each other, our world, our children, our animals, and our nature?
At one point in time, it became clear to me, if I wanted to make a change, all I could really do is starting within myself. Every negativity or emotion, that was not coming from love in my own micro-cosmos internal world, was being reflected and mirrored through the outside macro-cosmic world.
There is no difference between our inner and internal warfare and the reflection we see micro/macro cosmos-wise when it comes to process and understanding. The experiences of growing up, start within our own family we grow up in; the members of the surrounding families; the society we grow up in with its set of morals and ethics, religion, and gender or racial issues.
Unto the culture we are being raised, our hometown, our schools, our jobs, our surroundings, our country. It makes no difference, small or big, essentially, we all go through the same experiences one way or the other.
Sure, there are people who seem to have an easy life, not many problems financially or health-wise. We always wonder how they achieve that state of balance somehow when everything works in their favor. I understood, growing up, how much difference it already made looking at our neighbors and neighborhood.
Some fathers maintained a higher position on the social ladder, some had more kids than my family, some were catholic, and others not. Some were nice to each other, some not so much. And I learned to stay away from people around me, who were sending out a negative vibe, caused mostly by the way they handled their own experiences in life.
What became clear, as well, is the impact negativity has on our emotional system. Some of the kids I used to play with, did not have a very balanced family to grow up in. They had to learn to deal with situations, which created anxiety within themselves caused by a lack of safe feelings. If one thing is clear, we all need one basic concept. A safe home, where the needs are being met.
In every area, physical, mental, and emotional, to grow up into a balanced human being. If those needs were not met, the level of anxiety within grew and was visible in the way people could react to situations. Sometimes they got ill when the anxiety within was too hard to handle. Sometimes this anxiety expressed itself by acting out in a verbal or physical manner.
Being overly sensitive, to me, it was a necessity to keep my anxiety level as balanced as possible because any sense of anxiety within seeks an outlet. For me, it was crying that enabled me to release a higher level of strain on my nervous system. Or my anger was being expressed in an outlet verbally, raising my voice up to yelling at times. Especially when someone deliberately crossed my boundaries and ignored my needs or wants.
Even, or should I say especially, when they were expressed. Being denied of my needs always created anxiety within me. It triggered somehow emotions I did not always know or understood where they related to. No knowledge of any kind of experience raised some emotions from a very deep core within myself.
So, my life was comfortable and the issues that caused anxiety were minimal in comparison to the stories we see on television about war victims, refugees, the reactions of anger, misunderstandings, and judgments. The violence that even continues amongst the people who are hoping for a safe place to live with their families.
The little ones, the infants, the young women, and the effects all this turmoil has on their life. As well, role models such as the aggressor are for the youngsters. They are being taught and learn by example the effects when all is out of balance between gender, race, or politics. The impact of anxiety is so high, it can only be a journey of survival, not a journey through life the way it is supposed to be.
All senses are involved during this process. The images we watch and see, the smell of the burned down cities, the cries and crying we hear, the pain we feel in our hearts when we are watching this from a safe place. In our own comfortable homes behind a television. And yet this already has its impact on our own well-being, our own level of misunderstandings, and judgmental receptions. It touches us deeply in our hearts.
And more than that. It touches us deep in the heart of the matter. Whenever we are confronted with anything that is not loving, it will create anxiety on so many levels, through all our senses. All we can do at times is to address our own anxiety and heal our own emotional, physical, and mental wounds.
Or is this the way we can create a change, not just within ourselves, yet also around us? Even if we reach one other person through a heartfelt smile, a small gesture of being acknowledged, that already creates a difference. Even if we are not able to heal the world from all anxiety, we never should stop our attempt, to heal our own inner anxiety on any level, through love, compassion, and kindness towards ourselves first.
This way we can share this with our own family, and our surroundings, and by doing so, we can be that little stone, that was thrown into the ocean and created ripples of Love and understanding towards each other.
For we all relate to each other, we all are family, and we all need to take care of each other. There is only one way to heal any wound, and that is through Love, unconditional Love inwards as well outwards.
And so, it will be done.
High Self @RheaDopmeijer (c)
Heartfelt Messages 26-9-2015
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