I tend to believe that when I’m resisting a thought, I’m resisting what the thought seems to be about. So I apparently resist the thought and then there seems to be an emotion or some kind of reaction in the body. This seems to lead to more thoughts and to more resistance.
On the other hand, sometimes I believe that when I like a thought I actually like what the thought seems to be about. I apparently grasp at the thought for what it represents and then there seems to be an emotion or a bodily reaction. A cascade of pleasant thoughts might come along with pleasant sensations.
After a while, it always changes: first thoughts I like, then thoughts I don’t like, and then thoughts I like again. First feelings I like, then feelings I don’t like, and then feelings I like again. The thoughts I like are the ones that fit the story of who I am, “I am a capable engineer,” and the thoughts I don’t like are the ones that don’t fit the story of who I am, “I am incompetent;” Or perhaps it’s the other way around.
In reality, thoughts have no more basis in reality than just being thoughts. In reality, what’s happening is always beyond thought, richer and more vibrant than thought. Thought is just one of the many ways that what is happening can show up. Thoughts are wonderful and beautiful, but they are only conceptual.
