Imagination: The First Step to Disconnection
Imagination. As I contemplate disengaging and disconnecting from the entire social setting (not just social media), I am becoming aware of attributes attached to it. And the fears. This note is about disembedding myself from an entire identity web spun so tight around me, it started breathing for me.My social sphere entails a lot. Just like everyone else, I, too, am here riding along onside the Great-Grand Mother Earth Ship soaring through the heavenly cosmos. Sounds like a song, I know, Lose My Minds Playground.
This place is a vast place, connected today mostly through a single cellular device so deeply embedded and abysmally engrained in who I’ve become. It’s in my psyche, in my mental awareness, in my thought streams. It’s in my physical reality, my emotional crayon box, and in my spiritual creative. As I contemplate the start to disengage, I realize I am going to literally go into a lose my mind stage. That is inevitable, I AM going to lose my mind. But truth be told, it’s not my mind that I will be losing. I’m shedding the version of myself that was pre-programmed to survive everyone else’s world but never quite lived in my own.
The Process of Losing a False Identity
That’s the thing. It’s not my mind that I will be losing. This isn’t just about disengaging from social media and digital detox. I’ve been in similar situations before. When I closed up shop, sold the city and relocated, I lost my mind. When I left my cabinet making business without even saying goodbye, I lost my mind.There is a process that occurs when changing a major course. If at all possible, some type of preparation is essential. Doesn’t always happen that way, but anything preparation is helpful.I’m not going crazy, I’m going clear. The created emotional cocoon is what is the hardest to let go of.
For me it took a couple months to really start to feel the effects of losing my mind. Inside was something I was used to physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, all those other factors that make up the biosphere and psychospere of existence.
When it all went away, I started losing my mind. I started feeling lost, obviously. But the truth of the matter is, I was not losing something that was truly mine, I was losing an identity that I built for myself. I was losing a device I constructed to live through. It was just like the one I’m holding in my hand to produce this written memory, but in total human action format. I was losing something that wasn’t mine to begin with. I was losing a false identity that I created inside my own reality that had completely covered up my own reality and concealed it.
Reclaiming the Self Beneath the Constructs
That wasn’t who I really was, the cabinetmaker, the home improvement specialist, the dad, the husband, etc. Those were all just titles for all those identities I had constructed. It was and is a lot! It is still not fully cleaned out, they’re are still plenty of remnants. In essence, everything that I’ve created in every form of lifestyle or life media, regardless of what it is, whether it’s online or in person, in the real world, in the economy, whatever, when I created all of that stuff, I covered my true self.And as I disengage and disembark on that world of attachments that I created to get back down to myself, I don’t even know what it’s like because it’s a new place to me.
A Sacred Playground Beyond the Collapse
Bottom line is, while you are losing your minds, you don’t have to lose your own. The Lose My Mind playground, an abandoned amusement park, an sincerely enchanted forest.The Lose My Minds Playground is like a psychedelic rest stop on the edge of identity collapse—slides that end in truth puddles, swings made from your old titles, and a carousel that spins your old fears into dizzy confusion until they fall off and wander away. Let the vines grow back over it. Let the amusement fade into the sacred.How about a new adventure?
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