{"id":20888,"date":"2015-07-20T10:39:27","date_gmt":"2015-07-20T15:39:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=20888"},"modified":"2015-07-20T10:39:27","modified_gmt":"2015-07-20T15:39:27","slug":"20888","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.dangermond.org\/?p=20888","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Sometimes when I have a lot on my mind, I go to bed and read until the book is falling out of my hands. Well, I always go to bed and read till the book is falling out of my hands, but sometimes I notice that as I close my eyes and drift into slumber my mind is speed racing through thoughts that feel as if they have landed on a dreamy loop going round and round &#8211; I&#8217;m asleep already or in a suspended state of mind &#8211; then suddenly I jump off of that thought disk and onto another thought disk, this one always has fear associated with it. I am conscious that my thoughts have been buzzing and suddenly the wheel has slowed down enough for me to realize that the spinning is no longer happening. Fear appears &#8211; it&#8217;s a soft edged fear &#8211; nebulous &#8211; amorphous &#8211; it interferes with falling asleep. <\/p>\n<p>Then the fear itself starts playing hide and seek with me as I try to suss it out and find out what it represents. Next thing you know I don&#8217;t remember what my thoughts were spinning and I don&#8217;t know what caused me to come out of that groove and I don&#8217;t know what the fear was I felt upon coming out of it and now I just really want to go to sleep but I now feel as if I have to find out what just happened to me. <\/p>\n<p>Recently, I find that I go ahead and tell myself that nothing is going on. Not a damn thing that is worth my sleep is going on. Nothing that would warrant me thinking about it is going on. Sometimes, I do get up and write, roam the house, check on Tin, drink some water and then I head back to bed and breathe myself into sleep.<\/p>\n<p>What are the mechanics that set the first spinning disk in motion that then jumps to another disk, and why is fear perched so readily to catch the thoughts that flow off the first disk and is any of it important to explore or best to ignore and perhaps I shouldn&#8217;t consider any of this at all but just watch these thoughts and fears drift by like clouds in the sky. <\/p>\n<p>A friend shared this <a href=\"http:\/\/ynefesh.com\/2015\/06\/21\/psalm-88-one-of-these-nights\/\" target=\"_blank\">poem<\/a>. <\/p>\n<p>psalm 88: one of these nights<\/p>\n<p>just like they say:<br \/>\nit\u2019s always worse at night.<br \/>\nthe shadows lengthen<br \/>\nand once again the dread slowly starts<br \/>\nits nighttime creep.<\/p>\n<p>it\u2019s really quite the routine,<br \/>\nthis nocturnal dance of mine<br \/>\ngo ahead, enjoy the show \u2013<br \/>\ni\u2019m sure it must amuse you<br \/>\nthe way I thrash through the night,<br \/>\nsheets coiling tighter and tighter<br \/>\naround my throat like<br \/>\nsome demented night serpent<br \/>\nfaithfully returning every night<br \/>\nto feed on my fears.<\/p>\n<p>one of these nights though<br \/>\nwhen you least expect it,<br \/>\nthe joke will be on you<br \/>\nthat\u2019s right i know you\u2019re there<br \/>\ndo you really think i can\u2019t see you<br \/>\nlurking offstage in the shadows,<br \/>\nenjoying the nightly entertainment?<\/p>\n<p>oh yes, my latest act<br \/>\nis opening soon and<br \/>\ni just can\u2019t wait to see<br \/>\nthe startled confusion on your face<br \/>\nwhen i finally stop struggling,<br \/>\nspread open my hands,<br \/>\nand sing psalms of praise to you:<\/p>\n<p>the one who hides<br \/>\nin the darkness.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sometimes when I have a lot on my mind, I go to bed and read until the book is falling out of my hands. 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