Here are some of the things that she's suggested I let go of:
- stop using humour as a defence mechanism;
- be prepared to vocalise whatever it is that is occupying my mind;
- cease the endless analysis of concepts and ideas - accept them for what they are.
The person I am working with is a Buddhist. I am frequently told to let go.... let go.... when I demand a single sliver of empiricism to aid my understanding of how chanting works and subsequently enriches her life.
Seek to understand nothing, request no insight whatever, and eventually all will be revealed.
Just be. Flick the switch that holds back the torrent of the unconscious mind, and permit the torrent to erode the constructions which signify a lack of understanding.
Like the automatic writers of the Surrealist movement, or the proselytisers of the sportswear industry, I am being encouraged to eschew conscious thought and action, thus catapulting what remains of me into the formenting id.
Such a release! Such an incline in order to be released! Yet according to the received wisdom, I need do nothing but close down my faculties to be transported, almost by magic, or on the breath of my would-be psychiatrist, to the top of the hill.
