By Cathy Eck
The Drug of Repetition
The drug of repetition is painfully obvious during the holiday season. The television stations play the same programs. The radios play the same songs. People pull out the same decorations that they carefully stored away last year. They attend the same events and services with the same family members. They tell the same lies to their children. We call this tradition; but it is really fast food for the false self.
The false self loves routine and repetition — it resists change. Our false mind works exactly like a computer, operating from memorized commands. Unless you delete the programs, you get the same output.
Now don’t get me wrong. Repetition isn’t necessarily bad or evil; it can be useful. I’m glad that buses follow a repetitive pattern; it makes them easier to find. But buses weren’t born to create. Humans were!
The Neighborhood of Make Believe
As children, we’re all loaded on the trolley to Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood of Make Believe. Mr. Rogers taught us that people are predictable machines. He changed his shoes and hung up his sweater in the same way everyday. He repeated the same horrible songs. He talked in a monotone, and never displayed emotion.
The Neighborhood of Make Believe was his projected world. True Selves create; false selves imagine and project. His world was presented as creative because things happen in make-believe that don’t happen in the real world, like talking animals and trolleys. Yipee!
Mr. Rogers was simply projecting his own personality and issues on to outer characters so that he could stay calm and collected on the surface. He could be good because the bad was out there, in make-believe. Watching him, we were programmed to accept this sort of mind game as normal.
Mr. Roger’s characters don’t get along; and the king can be a royal asshole. But Mr. Rogers is perfect, like God. In Make Believe, we see the shadow of Mr. Roger’s mind; and like all good men, after Make Believe time, he gives us a moral lesson based on the bad behaviors of his characters. It is the bullshit that is as old as the sands of time.
I Want My Fucking Dream Back
In the newly civilized world, the Lord’s (or King’s) dream became everyone’s dream. The leaders wrote the myths, they turned off the people’s desires with beliefs, and they created reasons for the humans to serve them.
Much like today, these false leaders were the least creative men alive. Their True Selves had big dreams, and their false selves had big limitations. But they had strong wills and dangerously wicked power of influence. Today these types of men run our countries, religions, businesses, and households. We’re trained to believe they’re good; we don’t see that they are actually machines that look good and feel bad, creating confusion for those who still have feelings and emotions.
My husband was in the military for the first couple of years we were married. For two years, I lived among the lowest forms of life I could imagine. The soldiers all lacked spirit; they were programmed killing machines. It showed me what people look like when no True Self remains exposed. Military people aren’t heroes; they’re brainwashed actors playing roles in their leader’s drama. War happens when people make beliefs more important than the truth (when they create Neighborhoods of Make Believe). People who fight in them are the overrated products of false society who will kill their own brothers on command. They need rehab, not medals of honor. We don’t see this because we’re programmed too to support the troops.
Children and Repetition
Children appear to seek repetition. But, children mirror their parent’s repetitive beliefs without effort because they’re marinating in the same sauce. We learn in monkey see, monkey do fashion — memorize and repeat. Children insert their authority figures’ rule books into their minds and follow them to the letter to avoid punishment. When someone refuses to do this, they’re labeled bad or crazy.
OCD is the extreme of left-brain repetition. The victim’s mind repeats the same meaningless instruction over and over. OCD isn’t a disease; it’s a mind that won’t let go. Leaders don’t tell us that we can let go because we wouldn’t be obedient slaves. We’d invent our own fantasies and live our own dreams. We’d write and direct our own stories instead of being walk-on characters in their drama.
Repetition Hits the Wall
Often we reach a point in our life where nothing external makes us happy anymore. We’re sick of the status quo; tradition makes us vomit, and we find superficial conversations and social protocols intolerable. Our True Self is screaming to do a U-turn and go back toward freedom. If we don’t listen to this call, we get sick or die. Death happens when the false self has snuffed out the last ray of hope for our dreams. The True Self has no fear, so it simply prefers to start over. But, it’s never too late.
The rules for moving toward the True Self are 180 degrees from the rules that we consider normal. But we must watch for traps. The new age was a big trap. It recycled old traditions, practices, and rituals. Much like that 50’s skirt that looks cool after half a century, the old traditions seemed like radical change. However, they were updated versions of the same old program, viruses included.
So if traditions and repetition got us into the illusory world, the way out is to break tradition and to shake things up. We must challenge our thinking and let go of beliefs and limitations. The outer changes along with the inner. Simply changing the outer is no change at all; it is another form of deception. Eventually, our True Self takes back the command; and we see it was all just a Neighborhood of Make Believe.
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