Spiritual Stuff

As I’m adjusting to life in Thailand, changes in how I see the world and myself in it are happening.  These changes started long before Thailand.  These are results of many many years of hard work and investigation into what is real.  So the rest of this blog is going to be about things that are spiritual in nature and difficult to explain because they can only be experienced.  So, if this is not your cup of tea, this blog post is not for you.

I’ve been talking about foggy brain since I got to Thailand.  After a session with my teacher and a friend confirming what I was suspecting, I don’t think it’s just too much sugar or too much rice although those things might contribute.  I think things are rewiring in my brain.  I’ve spent my whole life thinking the world worked a certain way and that things I was taught were true, things we were all taught were true.  My childhood helped me create an ego, a story of how life is and I believed it completely.  I’ve spent a long time digging into those stories and finding how believing the world is unsafe makes it unsafe and it’s a story not a truth.  Finding that I’m my own biggest judge and the judgments are not true, but I believed that’s who I was.  But, if I’m not who I thought I was, if I’m not my ego story, who am I?  Sorry to tell you, I don’t have that answer quite yet.  I have glimpses of it, but it’s still presenting itself and the ego is still trying to put it in terms it understands and make it fit in the old story.  But, it appears to me that a lot of the foggy brain is my ego dissolving.  Up to now, I had just been able to expose the lies and discover the truth.  I became healthier and changed my posture and continue to see life with very little judgement, but some of my identity remained with my story. Now enough of my story has been proven wrong and the rest is just dissolving without me having to work through it.  My brain doesn’t know what to do without the story so it just goes blank and fuzzy.  In a place that is so foreign, where I’m lost and alone, the ego is having trouble finding familiar things to hold on to and it’s grip on my identity was already severely undermined with all the years of investigation.

I had someone make the comment that how can I have gone through this much work and graduated from Awakening to Presence class and still be suffering so much.  I immediately was confused by the question.  I don’t feel like I’m suffering.  So, I thought maybe others reading my blog don’t see the fine differentiation that seems to not be there, but in reality is giant.  Most of what I’m experiencing is challenging and entertaining, but not suffering.  It’s not suffering because I chose this and because I’m not believing it should be another way.  The travel from the US to Thailand were suffering, I’ll give you that.  The challenges here have brought up feelings of wanting to go home, being overwhelmed and other stresses.  Most of that is culture shock and I know that so I’m just holding on waiting for it to work it’s way through.  Just because I’ve done all this spiritual work doesn’t make me immune to culture shock any more than it makes me immune to feeling horrible when I’m sick.  I think maybe I haven’t portrayed that well in my blogs.  I don’t think awakening means bliss, peacefulness and lack of discomfort for the rest of your life.  Sorry to those of you who are seeking that. That is why I signed up for Awakening to Presence class 9 years ago.  And when I finally fully got it that it was impossible, I was crushed.   I also think that spiritual leaders that are portraying their lives as without challenge are not telling you the whole story.  Then again, if I had gotten that in the beginning, I might not have signed up.  But on this side I understand fully that Truth is what I want, not perfect happy all the time.

I have written this blog and many others several times.  Half way through my thoughts no longer can be put in words and gibberish comes out of the keyboard as I realize that this is so hard to explain because it has to be experienced.  So, I ask in the future that if you read a blog and think I’m suffering or “poor Rraine”, ask yourself if that is your story.  Can you see it from a different angle, one with humor and lack of the thought it should be different.  Discomfort, pain, exhaustion, crying and other feelings still exist, but if I don’t judge them as “it shouldn’t be” they are just feelings that come and go.  If I judge them, it isn’t for long before I realize I’m doing it and then I can let the judgement go.  I will try to paint this side of the picture more clearly.

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First Day

What a long strange day.  I was asked to do a speech before the entire school this morning.  They said keep it short, a few sentences.  I did and they they said, so short?

I taught a half a class.  Then the teacher, Pat, who has been helping me took me to the cell phone store because my phone isn’t working.  It turns out that the sim card I have won’t work in this area of the country so I had to get a new one (with a different company).  It’s working now.

It’s sports day at the school so when we went back the students were all playing sports and there were no classes.  Pat took me to get noodles for lunch.  So, now it’s 10:30 am and I’m carrying around soup in a bag in a bag.  Everything in Thailand is in a bag with another bag to carry that bag in.  She tells me to go sit with Mae, another teacher.  So I do.  Mae then takes me to watch Wallyball (I’ll need to work on W and V apparently).  After that she takes me to the library and gives me a book about the king written in English.  She basically doesn’t know what to do with me.  After awhile, Pat comes and gets me and brings me a bowl and spoon for my soup.  So, I eat lunch even though I am so sick and tired of noodles and rice that I just have lost interest in eating.  Then I meet with the School director and sign a ton of papers and my contract.  Then we go to find out what my teaching schedule will be, but no one knows.  One of the other teachers brings me a rice cooker.  Oh yea – now I can make my own rice.  She also gives me a small purse like bag because they all think my backpack is too big.  There is no way I can put school things in that small bag.  They take pictures of me as they are giving me the rice cooker and the bag.  Then I get a copy of their text books so I can look at the type of stuff they have been learning in English.  This will be helpful for later on.  Now they are asking me if I will teach math and science.  And will I teach the teachers after school?  I don’t want to teach math and science, but have no issue teaching English to the teachers.  There is supposed to be a closing assembly every day, but it was canceled for  spots day so I go home a little early.

Tomorrow I am supposed to teach 4 classes.  Wish me luck.

I get home and just want to take a nap.  They tried to put a hot water thing in for my shower, but the water pressure is too low for it to work right.  When I get home, the guy trying it was just leaving.  I decide that a shower while it’s still warm outside is a good idea vs trying to take a cold shower once it’s cooler outside.  It’s been very cool here in the evenings and very warm, but tolerable during the day.

I haven’t finished drying off when I hear my name being called.  I throw on clothes and see who is at the door.  It’s teacher Noi.  She brought over the rice cooker that I wasn’t able to take with me earlier.  She wants to know if she can help me in any way.  I have no idea.  She asks if I want to go for noodles for dinner.  Oh god, no, I don’t.  I tried gracefully to back out, but it was never going to work.  I know that if a Thai invites you somewhere, you just have to go.  No is not the correct answer.  So I agreed.  She drove me up to the dam which I hadn’t seen yet.  We live near the largest dam in Thailand.  We hung out there for awhile.  Then she took me through a couple villages and took me to dinner.  I haven’t paid for a meal since I got here.  Most western teachers get a Thai mom at some point – someone who decides they want to take care of the foreigner.  It’s not a set thing, it just happens.  At one point she told me she was 53 and asked if I was sister.  I told her I was 46 and she smiled and said “sister”.  So, it appears that I don’t have a Thai mom, but a Thai sister.

I know that culture shock has set in and I’m depressed and wondering why I ever thought this was a good idea.  So, I just have to try to learn Thai and say yes to invites and get involved or the culture shock will just be more painful for longer.

I am exhausted and my brain is foggy.  I don’t feel clear and I’m having trouble remembering things.  Granted, there’s a lot to remember.  But, I’m thinking that the change in my diet is part of why I feel so foggy.  I not getting nearly the same amount of vitamins I use to get when I ate mostly fruits and vegetables.  Now, it’s mostly rice and noodles with a small amount of veggies.

At this moment, there is a wild band of pissed off wasps trying to get through the bug screen.  If I turn the light off, they go away, but then I can’t see anything.  It’s the most annoying noise.  I didn’t get a nap so I’m going to bed.  Enjoy the pictures of the day:

(c) all rights reserved Kimberly Fiore

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Thai fruit that tastes like an apple with a bad aftertaste

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Kids from my school practicing rowing

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There’s a big mountain bike race that happens here every year
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