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Saturday, September 11, 2004

The Lost Art of Forgetting

It’s really late, just gone after 12 midnight and I’m listening to my mother trying to decide whether she should go to bed or not. She has a ritual where, if she has a snooze in the afternoon, she finds she stays awake till late. She is trying to recall whether she slept earlier, as she is very much awake. She remembers she was out in the afternoon and so she couldn’t have had a snooze, therefore she must be sleepy. I could have reminded her she was playing mind games but it was late, and I needed to be in silence and not get into a discussion. Besides, I am the last one to talk about mind games.

About a month ago I bought a new brand of deodorant. The first time I sprayed it I started sneezing, coughing and my nose was all bunged up. I reminded myself that I am Spirit and nothing can affect me, blah, blah. It took about five minutes for the coughing and sneezing to clear up. The next day the same thing happened…and the next…and the next. You could argue that I have an allergic reaction to this deodorant, but I know it is impossible. An allergic reaction is a state of mortal mind.

One day I used the deodorant, did my make-up and was about to leave when I remembered I hadn’t used the deodorant. The Voice kindly reminded me that I had already used the deodorant. But there was no reaction! Was I cured? The Voice said there had been no reaction because I had forgotten. The next day it was the same, I sprayed, did what I had to do and was about to spray again when I remembered I had already sprayed. Up till today it’s the same, I have no reaction to the deodorant.

Forgetting is the key. While one doesn’t entirely forget, the action is simply dissolved into the formlessness - the sea of forgetfulness - along with other memories, which emerge as and when needed. My mother’s example was that she had forgotten she had been out that afternoon and was about to stay awake until she remembered she never had a kip. It just shows that on the one hand, I am the source of every obstacle; while on the other hand, I am the solution to every problem.

How does one practise the art of forgetting? In my opinion, it is about staying in the present, being 100% in the moment. Since we measure moments in seconds, there are 86,400 moments in every 24 hours/1 day. Imagine how many moments we have to play with! I fill every moment with 100% of my presence.

If I am on a bus watching the world go by, I do it 100%.
If I am in silence, I am in silence 100%.
If I am deep in thought, I am thinking 100%.
If I am reminiscing about what I love, I am reminiscing 100%.
If am writing, I am 100% focused on what I am writing about.

I move from action to action, moment to moment; forgetting the last moment and delving into the new moment. Some actions last for 3 moments while others last a thousand moments, it all depends. When I am fully in the moment doing whatever brings me joy, there is no room to fret and create chaos that would make me sick or anxious or whatever.

The other day I was aware I wasn’t fully present. I was waiting for a bus and it was late. I got a bit anxious about it being late etc and found I wasn’t relaxed. Then I realised what I was doing. I experienced all of me while I was waiting and felt immense joy. A woman beside me grumbled about how awful the bus service was. I heard and acknowledged her but I was too busy being mySelf to get involved. As the Voice reminds me,

“When you are not fully present, you experience a sense of lack. When you are fully present, there is no room for lack. As the outer and inner are one, the fullness of who you are is created in the outer. There is therefore no need to worry about a thing as you know that all is well.”

For me, being in the present, experiencing all that I am in every moment, is my way of forgetting.

Isn’t it time all of us remembered the lost art of forgetting?

I am Forgetfulness,

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