When at a theatre investigating an incident the team came across two pieces of broken wood that had been sheared of a scenery backdrop. The strange thing when we looked at this wood which did have some blood on it was that above the wood surface there was an three inch layer of striated paint of different colours attached to it.. When we asked how this outcrop had appeared and was it a fabric we got a surprising answer; the scene operators who painted the canvas used to wipe their brushes dry on this wood before cleaning and believe it not over seventy years this had built up. We were skeptical and then taking it back to the laboratory it was clear this was layers of paint over those years.
The lesson I learnt from this; we build up layers of conditioning which turn into habits and appear to be solid and form our reality commensurate to our cultural, religious, political and life experience and every person has their 'paint strata' according to their predilection.
The hardness of these layers being inculcated over many years is hard to just remove and wipe out, like changing a room round and one keeps going to a drawer or chair where it was, I had this when changing cars I had to re-remember the gear shift and pedals until a new norm arose.
Do we ever completely eradicate the old; force is tiring and endless vigil can drive one crazy. Perhaps a way is to remind oneself amusingly; this is not me these are programmes that have become ingrained and form a sense of false reality or to watch in an interested way the antics and performances as one would in a theatre knowing you are a spectator in the audience and just a witness enjoying and moving on and not going back for a second visit, if per chance there is a second visit merely just acknowledge it and watch for a reaction. The reaction would most likely be it challenges the status quo of the ego set up reality, a good indication of where a layer is.
Truly a work in process.
The lesson I learnt from this; we build up layers of conditioning which turn into habits and appear to be solid and form our reality commensurate to our cultural, religious, political and life experience and every person has their 'paint strata' according to their predilection.
The hardness of these layers being inculcated over many years is hard to just remove and wipe out, like changing a room round and one keeps going to a drawer or chair where it was, I had this when changing cars I had to re-remember the gear shift and pedals until a new norm arose.
Do we ever completely eradicate the old; force is tiring and endless vigil can drive one crazy. Perhaps a way is to remind oneself amusingly; this is not me these are programmes that have become ingrained and form a sense of false reality or to watch in an interested way the antics and performances as one would in a theatre knowing you are a spectator in the audience and just a witness enjoying and moving on and not going back for a second visit, if per chance there is a second visit merely just acknowledge it and watch for a reaction. The reaction would most likely be it challenges the status quo of the ego set up reality, a good indication of where a layer is.
Truly a work in process.
SHACK
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