Why Does Fear of Silence Arise?
I have found that the most effected treatment for myself is to first sit with this fear of silence for all that it has to reveal and then to use my energy healing to work with all that has come forward. It is even possible to deal with the fear of silence itself.
Fear of Silence one moment of complete aliveness without any word. Without division into “me” and “that.” It cannot be described, cannot be put into words. What about the fear that may come up so quickly, the fear of silence?
Why does fear of silence arise? What is it? A moment of being here without that solid sense of “me” may quickly turn into a threat the moment thinking about it arises. Sometimes it feels like the fear of dying, sometimes the fear of losing all that one holds dear, all that one is attached to or invested in.
A warning light seems to start revolving in the brain, saying, “Watch out! Don’t go further! This is dangerous ground!” Dangerous to what? To whom? Am I jumping ahead? Let’s just stay with the fear, the scariness of not being here as solid “me,” of being no one, of having no future….
What comes up? Will we immediately be caught up in the content of these thoughts and the sensations and emotions that arise throughout the body? Imagined danger triggers the same responses as real danger, doesn’t it? Can there be a pause in this vast stream of conditioned thinking and reacting – a quiet inward looking and listening without knowing, a pause that may disengage the momentum of the past while shedding light on it?
Why do we trust our fantasy of what will be there if there is no holding on to this thought/image of “me”? “I’ll be a dehumanized robot,” we may think. But actually, isn’t that what we are now, with all “me-ness” and identification? Aren’t we forever reacting automatically, protecting and defending something but hurting nonetheless? So when there’s a moment of no sense of “me,” why not leave it alone completely, come, what may?
When a fearful thought or feeling arises in an instant it can also be gone in an instant, even before it has triggered the thirty thousand chemicals throughout the body. There is just a vulnerable being exposed, alone, without knowing, without a word. Maybe it’s a moment of dying to all the impulses to know, to protect, to maintain, to continue. Not knowing is dying. And at the same time being wholly alive.
Toni Packer – The Light of Discovery
