I make things up.
I'm standing at the kitchen sink, a soapy dish in my hand, and
My face is screwed up in fury. I want to hurl the
dish at the window.
I've just imagined that my husband is doing
something awful that hurts me, and I've gone through the entire
scenario of discovery, pain and rage – all in about two seconds.
catch myself and stop cold.
What am I doing?
Why am I doing this?
I'm a Drama Queen on the loose, creating anger instead of
passion, grief instead of love.
What started me?
I sort of
remember thinking about a client, or a neighbor, or a friend who's
tolerated a sub-par relationship for way too long.
I remember empathizing.
Then I remember putting myself there.
Then I remember holding onto the dish hard enough to crack it.
Makes no difference.
I go there because I go there.
Sometimes I go there to balance the scale when things have been
particularly grand in my marriage and in my work, and I just can't
tolerate so much goodness coming to me.
Sometimes I go there to shake things up – as if I've been asleep.
Sometimes I go there as a pre-emptive strike against me, to
punish me for some sin I've committed or believed I've committed, or
believe I will commit.
I could analyze for days, years, eons, this
life and the next and the next.
Or I could right things right now
one moment at a time.
If I cannot tolerate love, I will get angry
and push it away.
If I don't have a good reason – I'll make one up.
If I cannot tolerate success, I will sabotage it with
If I don't have a good reason, I'll make one up.
I always have a reason, an excuse, an idea.
Something I was taught long ago, in this life or the last, or the
There are so many ways to make up real reasons for
There are statistics aplenty to support any point of view I could
come up with.
There are charts and examples and experiences to quote for any
statement I could make up about anything in this world.
stop trying to figure it out. It doesn't matter what I think.
It doesn't matter what I think about myself. It doesn't matter
who's right or what's right.
It only matters how it feels. If I
feel bad – yes, there's a reason, a source, a belief.
And who says feeling bad is bad, anyway?
Who says feeling rage and making stuff up is so bad?
I just know I don't like the way it feels. So I'm going to stop
this right now.
We women process.
Our feelings morph.
We feel good, then we feel guilty, then we feel bad, then we feel
mad, then we feel lots of things.
By following those feelings around our bodies, we get to
experience feeling alive.
We get to experience pain, anger, joy – the whole soup of love.
Can't feel one feeling without getting close to another.
It's the way it works.
We're not all compartmentalized.
We can't only feel joy and never encounter pain.
If we spend all our energy trying not to feel pain, we can't ever
get close to joy.
So if we focus on pain, all we'll ever feel is Resistance to
feeling pain, which is the same as Resistance to feeling joy, which
leaves us with a big, fat nothing.v
Feeling numb, a void, cold, bored, overwhelmed.
All the small feelings are all that's left. To feel passion, we
have to be willing to feel pain.
The amazing thing is, being
willing to experience pain doesn't always mean you have to
Quite the opposite.
Once I start to embrace the whole soup, the scary feelings aren't
so scary after all.
It's as if my ship was weighted down with Resistance, sinking it
backwards into yucky, painful feelings, and once I lifted off the
Resistance and said Okay – I'm okay with the pain – the pain never
The shoe I was spending my waking hours waiting to drop doesn't
I take my hand off my ears and there's no screaming. Instead, my
ship rights itself.
It goes on ahead – something that feels better is up ahead.
And if I do encounter pain, I find joy, bliss and peace all mixed
up with it.
If our man is standoffish, then we must be, too.
We may think we're all ready and willing and able, we may have
our hearts open wide, and yet it doesn't make sense.
To get close to a man, you have to let him in.
If we're doing all the work and he's just hanging out in his half
of the relationship turf and not venturing into our hearts, if we're
with a man who doesn't want to venture into our particular hearts,
then all that makes sense is that we're afraid to let a man – any
man - in.
If we're afraid to let him in because we're afraid we'll be
abandoned, afraid we'll share ourselves totally and then watch
helplessly as he takes off, taking our whole selves with him, it's
because we're afraid of abandoning ourselves.
What does that look like?
Either we have a man, or are attracted to men, who we know on
some level will play us and leave us - thereby efficiently
abandoning ourselves without having to do it ourselves (this is all
about Boundaries, of course) - or we have a lovely man who wants us
and so we are faced with the chore of abandoning ourselves.
Either way it's not pretty.
We go to abandonment often.
If he's not doing the job, we do.
We make it up.
We are all made up of so many parts and voices
and energies and thoughts and feelings.
We can identify some as wounded parts, some as heroic.
When things are going wonderfully, we may habitually bounce to
the wounded part, then to the angry part, then to the numb part
before we feel okay back at the wonderful part.
Most of the time we're doing this dance all by ourselves.
Our men are standing around, totally fine with us (sometimes even
looking for direction to make us happy), wondering what's come over
And we make it up.
Be compassionate with yourself.
Be grateful to yourself.
So much of why we make stuff up is that we yearn to stay in touch
with our deepest parts.
We want to access the pain, the wounded parts, because that's
where the joy is stuck too – in the soup.
We want to be close to our deep feeling parts. It makes us feel
deep and profound, and spiritual.
The trick is to be able to go there, and everywhere else too!
You can start easy, with inanimate objects.
Put your hand on something – the chair, the sofa, the table.
Talk to it – out loud if you can.
Say Wood table, I know you were once a tree.
I feel bad that you were chopped down.
And sawed up and pounded.
I'm so glad to have you with me.
Thank you for your sacrifice.
I feel so grateful to be able to put food and my work on you.
Thank you for supporting me, I love you.
I will not forget that you were once a tree.
Or a metal lamp, Lamp, I feel you all hard, I know you were once
in the ground, all cozy, where you belong, and you were dug up, and
put through the fire, and hammered and poured. I'm so sorry.
I feel for you.
I bless you.
Thank You for being in my home and lighting my home so I can see
I won't forget how you serve me. Thank You.
feel silly doing this.
You may find yourself sobbing.
You are being compassionate and grateful to the table and the
Do this for short periods – 10 to 20 seconds tops.
moment you feel yourself in your head instead of your feelings,
stop. Now move on to yourself.
This is the place many of us never get to.
We are compassionate with others, with animals, with furniture,
but not with ourselves.
Whether or not you believe you deserve this exercise, please do
Just try it.
A few moments at a time.
Important note - If you're in the presence of someone – your man,
or a new man – do the Rori Raye Mantra instead.
Deliver Feeling Messages.
Let your words speak what you feel.
If you're alone – if you're starting to make stuff up, to feel
down about yourself, if the Gremlin rears up and you feel the
process of going to pain, to anger, to Resistance, to numb – no
matter what happened or what anyone did or said – go straight to
Here's The Compassion Dialogue:
Say to that voice, that part that's speaking, thinking, feeling
yucky things I feel your sadness, your doubt.
I won't abandon you.
Thank you for trying to protect me.
I'm here for you.
sorry for your pain, and for your suffering, and I won't abandon
And now I'm going to go on with feeling better, and doing what makes
me feel good, and what makes me bigger and happier so that I can
share more compassion with you and with the world.
I embrace you, and I won't leave you behind. I promise.
Don't worry about who's who in the dialogue, who you are as the
part speaking, who you're talking too.
Just address the voice that's hurting or angry and embrace it
Tell it you won't abandon it on your way up the ladder
of feeling good and being successful in business and in love.
Tell it you love it, will take care of it, forgive it, thank it,
feel compassion for it. Just the way you did with the table and the
Just 10-20 seconds at a time, throughout the day. And then just
see what happens.
This is all very complex, and libraries are
filled with psychological and spiritual texts on how all this works.
And being in your head about it will not help you at all –
because you are you, and you need to know that you are on your side
Loving Yourself is easy to talk about – but what does that mean,
and how do you do it?
Talk to yourself, feel what you feel, embrace the soup, and use
the words of the Rori Raye dialogues.
Literally, authentically Thank Yourself – each body part, each
feeling part, each voice that you notice wants attention.
Literally, verbally express compassion to each part, each voice.
As you do this, your Resistance to feeling will soften.
Just a little softening is enough to get you in the soup. And
from there, you can sail your ship anywhere.
Love, here we come!
Let me show you all the ways in which you can be happy and thrive
in your relationship.
There are specific things you can do to raise your self-esteem that will make you irresistible to a man.
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You'll discover a whole new way of relating to men that will make you feel better about yourself while you find the relationship of your dreams.