Releasing a fantasy

Oh, I wanted that. And I cannot have it, and that is so painful, and I weep over it. If I cannot have the thing, how may I release the fantasy of it? I am clinging to a fantasy of the World as I would like it, and the pain comes from the disconnect between the fantasy and the reality.

If all I have is fantasy, rather than possibility, how may I let go of the fantasy?

The problem is that I could not see a way of getting what I wanted other than that way. That is the work to do, to imagine other ways.

Actually, it may be possible. Seeing that enables me to see quite how great the disconnect is, between the fantasy and the real world. That fantasy just ain’t goan happen. Not nohow. And the nearest possible thing to it, which is not likely at all, might not be pleasant in reality. But there may be other ways to get what I want. So I may be able to release the fantasy.


One Facebook friend quotes Abraham Hicks regularly, and this is the latest:

Did you know that you are entitled to as many miracles in a day, as breaths you take? And that those you don’t use, carry over? And that presently, in dog years, it’s impossible to use all yours up? And that, in human years, if new ones stopped accruing, which they won’t, you’d be hard-pressed to use yours before your swinging 600’s?

And that all you have to do to cash one in, is expect it?

You’ve got it made.

Maybe it is the man in me, imagining myself active in the World, achieving things- “I ride my horse and make it go my way”- but I prefer Thoreau.

I learned this, at least, by my experiment: that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavours to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. He will put some things behind, will pass an invisible boundary; new, universal, and more liberal laws will begin to establish themselves around and within him; or the old laws be expanded, and interpreted in his favour in a more liberal sense, and he will live with the license of a higher order of beings. In proportion as he simplifies his life, the laws of the universe will appear less complex, and solitude will not be solitude, nor poverty poverty, nor weakness weakness. If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.

I went to a party last month, and found this framed on a friend’s wall. I do not usually read American classics, we have quite enough Literature over here, thank you, but I think I will try Walden. “Advance confidently”- all that fear of the monsters in the darkness-

3 thoughts on “Releasing a fantasy

  1. Dearest Clare

    I am very familiar with the grief of wanting. But, wanting is like a hole, endlessly deep and dark. Why? Because what we say we “want” we declare to the universe, we cannot have. If we declare to the universe and her little brother that we want a thing, the universe agrees with us, says, “Yes, how right you are, you DO WANT it.” Wanting, then becomes your experience.

    If I say, “No-one reads my book” I am greeted with a deafening silence. If instead, I say, “It is my experience that everyone is reading my book” immediately my subconscious looks for ways in which that is true, and my experience changes.

    The truth, is that you have a lot of gentle, beautiful, giving qualities, exactly like the lady in the painting. Your grief comes from holding yourself apart from the knowledge that you are already beautiful and you always have been. Forget other peoples pictures of you. Look in the mirror and what do you see? The beauty that shines back at you will always be your best friend. Grief comes when we think we “know” that we mistaken, outcast, different, unchangeably trapped. But YOU know better. The myth forgets that your beauty is right in the palm of your hand.



  2. From Thoreau’s On Man and Nature:

    “With thinking we may be beside ourselves in a sane sense. By a conscious effort of the mind we can stand aloof from actions and their consequences; and all things, good and bad, go by like a torrent.”
    To me, this reminds me of wanting/not getting. This too shall pass.
    “I do not know how to distinguish between our waking life and a dream. Are we not always living the life that we imagine we are?”
    And this answers the question of fantasy.

    Finally taking the time to catch up on many blogs. Always great to read yours! OM Shanti. h*


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