Demons in the Night
August 7, 2012 § 31 Comments
The transition from sleep to awareness feels instantaneous. My mind has leapt into full alert- heightened in its capacity to catalog and elaborate on tonight’s list of difficulties and failings. Down each rabbit hole my mind plunges until I hit bottom- always a conclusion stunning in its simplicity and harrowing in its implications. Hopeless.
When I try to think my way out, I only get more entangled. Maybe it will work out for the best because of this or that, I say. But my ferocious mind pounces on that consolation, ripping it to pieces. Turning my pathetic efforts to climb out of the hole into further reason for my self-loathing. My nighttime mind can be horrifically brilliant in this way.
Night or day, trying to outthink your busy, ferocious mind is always a mistake. It will tear you to bits every time. Resistance only feeds the busyness.
The demons are always right outside the door. So when they knock, don’t try to bar the door or throw them out. Be the imperfect host. Welcome them in- and then pay them no mind. Soon the demons will retreat. Soon peace will come upon you.
They’ll be back. That’s for sure. But you’ll be ready.