Finding Meaning Beyond the 'List'
“You are quite the note-taker,” voiced the angels in a unison chorus of celestial chuckle in reference to a client I was reading for. From their otherworldly vision, we, as humans, seem so eager to form ‘order’ and meaning out of chaos and confusion.
Why are we, in our modern society, so obsessed with ‘lists’? That gripping satisfaction of crossing out bulleted itemizations, ticking off those awaiting boxes, clicking on buzzing notifications... The proverbial ‘list’ goes on and on, a compulsive habit of modern day woman. And where would we be without those lists and that maddened obsession to ‘get things done?’
Why are we, in our modern society, so obsessed with ‘lists’? That gripping satisfaction of crossing out bulleted itemizations, ticking off those awaiting boxes, clicking on buzzing notifications... The proverbial ‘list’ goes on and on, a compulsive habit of modern day woman. And where would we be without those lists and that maddened obsession to ‘get things done?’
My mind wanders to the image of the quintessential primordial woman. The primal matriarch, or the even maiden in training. Did she keep a ‘list’ of some sort, even if it were a simple cave drawing or an invisible inventory etched in her native mind? Did this primal gatherer also act as a repressed secretary and dictation note-taker for man?
There’s no doubt that the cave femme had absolutely no inkling or desire for OCD. Even though she may have kept her nuts and berries in tidy piles, there was no neurotic need or fixation on managing the unyielding task list of opening mail from both the suburban letterbox and online email; not to mention the inboxes and status updates of Twitter, Facebook, You Tube and so on,. Modern day woman/momager ceaselessly coordinates busy family and work schedules, appointments and children’s extracurricular activities,. She deals with the quandary of daily, weekly, monthly school newsletters, app notifications, pin-board memos, reminders and the never-ending bills and assortment of both bureaucratic or personal documentation (both paper and electronic, and each needs its own method of organizing and place to 'be'), manuals, files, folders, storage boxes, drawers, filing cabinets, hard-drives and other multi online or in the 'air' storage devices, retrieval systems and databases.
Then there are all the loose and albumed photos in boxes or on shelves, and the multimedia chaos of digital pics videos, music, family projects and forgotten about scrapbooking kits and bits that you just never got around to sorting, compiling, creating.
There’s no doubt that the cave femme had absolutely no inkling or desire for OCD. Even though she may have kept her nuts and berries in tidy piles, there was no neurotic need or fixation on managing the unyielding task list of opening mail from both the suburban letterbox and online email; not to mention the inboxes and status updates of Twitter, Facebook, You Tube and so on,. Modern day woman/momager ceaselessly coordinates busy family and work schedules, appointments and children’s extracurricular activities,. She deals with the quandary of daily, weekly, monthly school newsletters, app notifications, pin-board memos, reminders and the never-ending bills and assortment of both bureaucratic or personal documentation (both paper and electronic, and each needs its own method of organizing and place to 'be'), manuals, files, folders, storage boxes, drawers, filing cabinets, hard-drives and other multi online or in the 'air' storage devices, retrieval systems and databases.
Then there are all the loose and albumed photos in boxes or on shelves, and the multimedia chaos of digital pics videos, music, family projects and forgotten about scrapbooking kits and bits that you just never got around to sorting, compiling, creating.
Then there’s the general household maintenance and organization, continuous suburban and online shopping, and trying to fit in entertainment, exercise, romance and socialization.
On top of this is the over-glamourized benchmark standardization and expectation of female and male beauty, look and 'image', keeping up virally with what's 'trending,' 'maxing', the psychological bombardment and materialistic preoccupation of the super mum, the yummy mummy MILF, urban retro modern new, turn key 'on trend' house and décor, plasma tvs, remote control gismos, keeping up with the Jones’s while watching the Karadshians, and a seemingly never-ending hypnotic pre-occupation with doing, being and ‘having it all’. As if that is the nouveau standard and expectation with which to live by.
The pressure of society's both status and image obsession of how a house and family should run and look requires streaming pay checks and never-ending, stressful research, application and upkeep for what is an endless urban pollination of refurbishment and keeping with the shifting 'trends.'
So that brings us back to lists – points, arguments, ideas, goals, desires and aims, details, items, features and steps…Not to mention the mental lists we keep cyber-filed in our crazed hyper multi-tasking minds while walking, shopping, driving, cooking, online browsing, being put on hold or watching a movie with the kids.
Why, I ask myself, or rather my Higher Self, do we have this incessant need to keep running inventories, write notes, catalogue data, categorize, index, organize and prioritize…
On top of this is the over-glamourized benchmark standardization and expectation of female and male beauty, look and 'image', keeping up virally with what's 'trending,' 'maxing', the psychological bombardment and materialistic preoccupation of the super mum, the yummy mummy MILF, urban retro modern new, turn key 'on trend' house and décor, plasma tvs, remote control gismos, keeping up with the Jones’s while watching the Karadshians, and a seemingly never-ending hypnotic pre-occupation with doing, being and ‘having it all’. As if that is the nouveau standard and expectation with which to live by.
The pressure of society's both status and image obsession of how a house and family should run and look requires streaming pay checks and never-ending, stressful research, application and upkeep for what is an endless urban pollination of refurbishment and keeping with the shifting 'trends.'
So that brings us back to lists – points, arguments, ideas, goals, desires and aims, details, items, features and steps…Not to mention the mental lists we keep cyber-filed in our crazed hyper multi-tasking minds while walking, shopping, driving, cooking, online browsing, being put on hold or watching a movie with the kids.
Why, I ask myself, or rather my Higher Self, do we have this incessant need to keep running inventories, write notes, catalogue data, categorize, index, organize and prioritize…
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Is this obsessive desire for ‘order’ innately embedded in woman’s primordial psyche, or is it a mechanism created in our evolution as a way to deal, process and cope with the largely male-centric external neon world that is rampant, frenzied and ceaselessly turned ‘on,’ in an erratic state of perpetual flux?
It has come to me, that this is our way of desperately seeking order as an evolutionary instinct for human survival in an overwhelming world where we are saturated, marinated and overloaded with data, images, social and anti-social media, avaricious advertising, and technological hyperspace. |
Are some of us leaving behind our innately rich, spiritual, intuitive internal worlds as we swim, or rather sink, in the unrelenting oblivion of a demanding, relentless, superficial society and our misdirected, fettered need for goals, accomplishment and blind obeying of societal programming?
Is this truly an ‘advancement,’ or rather a regression as we sail in the contemporary plains & valleys between the humanoid and the robotic?
How can we more intuitively approach the world we live in with more sentience, and crawl ourselves out of the excessive mechanical mode of the shackled, oppressed and relentless urban automaton?
Lost in the matrix of the persistent insanity of the grueling and at times mundane uber-tasks-oriented and over-active tech-induced cyber world, and at once somewhat betwixt by the cosmic chaos of the arcane multiverse, the present day earth-walker if not completely lost, is most probably off-centred, unbalanced, struggling and swamped in the disorienting lunacy of it all. If we haven’t lost our marbles all together, then we ate probably attemoting to organise them into boxes and categories. It seems most likely that under the spell of millenial viral fixation we’ve most likely disregarded our internal compass – that underlying GPS that supersedes any list or intellectual rationalization. That’s right, we’ve abandoned our inner knowing.
Is this truly an ‘advancement,’ or rather a regression as we sail in the contemporary plains & valleys between the humanoid and the robotic?
How can we more intuitively approach the world we live in with more sentience, and crawl ourselves out of the excessive mechanical mode of the shackled, oppressed and relentless urban automaton?
Lost in the matrix of the persistent insanity of the grueling and at times mundane uber-tasks-oriented and over-active tech-induced cyber world, and at once somewhat betwixt by the cosmic chaos of the arcane multiverse, the present day earth-walker if not completely lost, is most probably off-centred, unbalanced, struggling and swamped in the disorienting lunacy of it all. If we haven’t lost our marbles all together, then we ate probably attemoting to organise them into boxes and categories. It seems most likely that under the spell of millenial viral fixation we’ve most likely disregarded our internal compass – that underlying GPS that supersedes any list or intellectual rationalization. That’s right, we’ve abandoned our inner knowing.
Natural woman instinctively runs with the tides, the natural flows and rhythms of life. Just as I wrote that bit, initially on paper, I noticed that my penwomanship was becoming more elongated, soft, natural and fluid compared to the previously stronger, delineated, more forceful strokes of my ambitious dance of fervent modernistic point-making. Even my pen, the transporter of my emerging ideas, is becoming guided by my yielding hand, the compliant vessel trying to align with my bourgeoning intuition that is harmoniously transmitting a freeing truth beyond the analytical constraints and maze-making of the metro-labyrnth subway of the super highway system monkey mind. It is urging a re-connection back to Source, back to simplicity, back to the soul and origin of it All.
We seem to be seeking answers and direction by asking the ‘intuitive’ i-technology of Siri, the computerized i-phone Goddess - and we’ve lost that connection to our inner ‘selves,’ that higher wisdom we can access directly from God, the Source if it all. It would serve us deeply and wisely to go back to our embryonic roots where we are more aligned and in sync with the all-encompassing cosmic base of our celestial origins, and thus experience life on our planet in a more sixth sensory way.
With an honest and nascent search for truth and simplicity and by trusting in our congenital instincts, we can rebirth our inherent intuitive ‘awareness’ and find an authentic ‘middle ground’ - a more grounded and balanced flow as we orientate with more ease and rhythm in all of this fluctuating hyper global commotion that can either have the power to inform, expand and illuminate us, or drown, engulf and swallow us up.
Which modus operandi do you choose?
This article has been written by Natalia Kuna: Psychic Medium, Energy Healer, Spiritual Teacher, Writer. Home Page.
We seem to be seeking answers and direction by asking the ‘intuitive’ i-technology of Siri, the computerized i-phone Goddess - and we’ve lost that connection to our inner ‘selves,’ that higher wisdom we can access directly from God, the Source if it all. It would serve us deeply and wisely to go back to our embryonic roots where we are more aligned and in sync with the all-encompassing cosmic base of our celestial origins, and thus experience life on our planet in a more sixth sensory way.
With an honest and nascent search for truth and simplicity and by trusting in our congenital instincts, we can rebirth our inherent intuitive ‘awareness’ and find an authentic ‘middle ground’ - a more grounded and balanced flow as we orientate with more ease and rhythm in all of this fluctuating hyper global commotion that can either have the power to inform, expand and illuminate us, or drown, engulf and swallow us up.
Which modus operandi do you choose?
This article has been written by Natalia Kuna: Psychic Medium, Energy Healer, Spiritual Teacher, Writer. Home Page.
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