by Alan Johnston, Pottsville, Australia
Scene 1: – Trees all around and the sweet sense of dusk settling in.
Men are talking with each other in an open-hearted, honest way. Sharing the kinds of unbearable rejection they have all felt and the ferocity of the life-responses that followed. The respect and caring is palpable. There is no blame to speak of – although it may be mentioned in passing. I, for one, am deeply grateful. The healing grows week to week. And as a man who has had minimal male friends in half a century, I begin to love these men and comprehend what brotherhood feels like…
Scene 2: – The front bar of a Northern Rivers hotel. Some kind of contact sport is on a flat screen high in a corner.
Men are slur-talking with each other through the thick lens on the bottom of a schooner. This distortion flows through the room. Blame and complaint are commonplace. The wife/partner/missus/little woman – well, they’d had a gutful. ‘Others’ by the very word are distanced, resented, even reviled. The laughter is often at their expense. The ferocity of this life-response oozes deep hurt. Unbearable.
477 thoughts on “The Unbearable Ferocity of Rejection”
The choice to align to truth and feel the ever-expanding support of brotherhood – or not.
The details of each scenery is divinely or humanely designed to take us to a specific source. The choice of aligning to one source or another resides in us, wherever we are.
In separation is found the seed of rejection. When we connect, we are one with the other and nothing of that is possible.
It just shows what is possible when we are open to healing and drop all protection. It is gorgeous to hear that from having minimal male friends you now have a fold of brothers whom you deeply appreciate, respect and value as they you.
Very beautiful to read of the love that is deepening, ‘I begin to love these men and comprehend what brotherhood feels like…’.
Entertainment for distraction and stimulation, others who would agree and sympathise, and a bit of mind-altering substance to numb and shut down our awareness – perfect ingredients for irresponsibility.
There’s talking for relief and there is talking to deepen and connect. We may be using the same words but the intent behind our conversation is what speaks.
It can be unbearable how we are with each other. Growing up I couldn’t see the amazing love that I now see in others, and where the best way of having a sense of connection with others was taking drugs and going to raves. Thankfully I’m able to share who I am, in my fragility and vulnerability, strength and power with others, first with trusted friends and then beyond this safety without needing to wait for others to take the first step. This is amazing.
It took me a long time to come to understand how ‘ferocious’ rejection is for men, and how it impacts so much on their lives, but once I did, it began to make sense of many of behaviours of some of the men I had known in my life. I can see how the impact of this life-draining emotion can be so overwhelming, drowning all connection to the common sense that is natural to men, and rippling out to all those around them, often in the most unpleasant ways.
I agree with you Alan life is ferocious for everyone, I watched a webcast the other day and the men looked exhausted sitting in their seats but attempting to be upbeat and aggressive in their predictions of how the company would outperform again by out stripping the previous year’s profit. What is it that drives us to put everything to one side our health, families etc., just to make more money for a company? It just doesn’t make any sense to me, something is wrong.
True Mary, there is a lot in this world that does not make sense, and you give one great example.
The way you describe these two scenes is striking Alan. What a contrast and what a difference we make to each other when we honour and respect one another, allowing the space to share what we really feel.
A short and powerful blog that says much with few words. When shown another way, how we play out our hurts through behaviour that is accepted as normal and not questioned, is startling
‘And as a man who has had minimal male friends in half a century, I begin to love these men and comprehend what brotherhood feels like…’ this is very beautiful to read but also gets me feeling how many men there must be who don’t have this and are craving connection. I haven’t been to football matches but just on the tube when there’s a match on and all the mostly male supporters on going to a match or coming from a match. What I feel is that this sense of togetherness for the love of the game is the nearest, safest thing to what you have described. That you and these other men are expressing the truth of who you are is amazing. Half a century with minimal male friends is such a long time, and I know many men don’t get to experience what you’ve discovered. But the more it becomes your norm the more that’s available to every one.
When we open up as men there is no hiding just a gentle feeling of open-ness that is working towards tender-ness.
The two scenes are black and white, and they serve a clear reflection on how I am when I am stuck in my hurts, and how I am when willing to stay open and heal with the support of others. Either way we are always in contact with others, but what is the quality of that connection and the intention?
The two scenes are black and white, and would make a great little performance.
Trapped inside bravado is a sensitive person. I feel all my defences and protection – whether they be me acting less or acting more they are hiding the beautiful, sensitive person I am. I am no different to anyone else.
Thank you Karin, our sensitivities, or more correctly shared, our senses are divinely expanding the awareness we have of a deepening connection to our essences.
Men on the front foot of life and not the front bar definitely are more at ease with themselves. Then other men as they get that reflection, can be willing to move and walk about in Humble-Appreciative-Ness of being re-connected to their essences, which will also be reflected in their Loving movements.
“Men are talking with each other in an open-hearted, honest way. Sharing ……. The respect and caring is palpable.” So beautiful Alan. We are all deeply tender underneath the mask we wear, yet men have been conditioned to be tough. Letting go of the mask reveals the grace and delicacy – be we men or women.
Now this is the wonderful way all men can naturally be with other men, but unfortunately the world they are born into is not set up in any way to support them to retain this beautiful open-hearted honesty. It’s very hard to be honest, open and sensitive when you are encased in a cocoon built from the erroneous belief that men need to harden up to make their way safely through life.
And yet, this is what we all crave, ‘Men are talking with each other in an open-hearted, honest way. Sharing the kinds of unbearable rejection they have all felt and the ferocity of the life-responses that followed. The respect and caring is palpable.’
We have an opportunity in every moment of every single day to embrace all that we feel, and be honest and open about it, or to reject, deny and react. The former invites openness and connection with others, the latter closes us off from it.
The former is a beautiful humbleness we can know ourselves by. It’s knowing we are not faulty or better than another. Being open to feeling where many have left our tender selves, we can gently return ourselves to ourselves.
Your writing is as poignant as ever Alan. It is a sad state that men find themselves in trying to fit being the ‘typical man’. This pressure is intense for all but has been shown to increase as rurality increases. Let’s hope more of these true connections for men grow until that becomes our norm, not the mental health, suicide and suppressed expression that currently flourish.
It will be great when true connections for men becomes the norm, when true caring and brotherhood are fully present in our world.
The difference is vast, yet in our core we are all the same.
What would life be like if we did not have a pub or maybe even no alcohol at all? A drugless society that had as its normal us deepening our relationships and expressing in true brotherhood, maybe we would not need a legal system the way it is currently structured?
The difference you describe is stark indeed Alan the first feels open warm and inviting, the second feels cold and protected. For many of us we live shut down cold and protected, in this way of living it is easy to blame others and or ridicule others because on some level we actually ridicule ourselves for the choices we have made to shut down and protect.
Yes, blame and ridicule hide a deep unhealed hurt in those who bully and castigate others.
The contrast painted here is so sharp, and most live scene 2, and know while they do how much it hurts and how much they actually want something different, for men are deeply tender and scene 1 confirmed and deepens that quality, and as more men live this way, more will live this way again.
Scene two senses where a lot of people can relate to at least one, and most likely feel uncomfortable from the other. One is asking us to go deeper in our connections, in our intimacy and the other is asking us to stay in our complete and disconnected way of being and not being accountable for our actions.
What a powerful article which says it all really. Scene one is the future in the making and scene two is the reality of a lot of men at present.
Is it possible that we are as Students of The Livingness as men and women are living the future now?
And we are all able to make the same loving choice so the way of the future is in each step we take towards our essences.
Yes, the blog is short, powerful and to the point, the choice is ours, what world do we want?
Having those who are willing to embrace scene 1 offers those in scene 2 a reminder and inspiration that there is another way/ possibility that can be lived…
What a difference in scenes. And than to imagine that the world hold scene 2 as the normal, even champions nights like this.
And you can also add women into the equation for they all crave scene 1 too.
You are so correct in saying Alan that human life in today’s world can indeed be described as ferocious.
Scene 2 can only continue for so long before the tension of living with such unnatural abuse prompts one to adopt the more natural way as described in scene 1.
Wow Alan so very touching feeling the depth of joy and the depth of pain conveyed in the two scenarios. And all because at the core of it a different energy and different way of relating and responding to life has been chosen.
‘Unbearable’ is unacceptable – unacceptable in the sense of settling for it. Scene 1 shows the way.
There is definitely an openness in the first group of men, and in their vulnerability an opportunity to truly connect to one another. It’s a short but beautiful expose of the impacts of our choices.
It’s interesting that rejection does not need to be of you as person, as in there can still be a level of relationship like in scene 2, I wonder if the most painful rejection is not an outright rejection but of the true qualities that make you who you are, so rejecting men’s tenderness or their amazing capacity to love each other, and even worse our own rejection of these so incredibly innate qualities, in favour of behaviours and choices and are so far away from who we know ourselves to be.
Meg that is a great point that we reject the wholeness of people even though on the surface it may appear we are not rejecting them, as the relationship may come with conditions.
I have deep respect and appreciation for men coming back to themselves and talking about issues like rejection, as was mentioned in scene one. It is truly beautiful to know men in this way as it is their true nature I am sure.
Yes I agree Lieke. Men may speak about such things one to one or wth women but in a group of other men it is highly unlikely. I have felt the change in men that I know who have chosen to open up in this way and it is awesome how clearer they have become, more tender but with an inner strength, very awesome.
What a beautifully clear comparison of life choices. To be our hurts and deflect, moan and blame or to be willing to face and heal them. I have been in both camps.
Gosh, there is such a difference here, but I reckon that any man, should he have the chance or the opportunity would choose to be in that group of brotherhood inspired men.
2 very different scenes – one of which we can blame others and keep people away, the other where we can choose to be ourselves and let down our guards. Everything is a choice, so do we buy into the picture of friends watching football, or equal brothers who share the fullness of who they are.
It’s a great example of how much choice we have in life, we can get stuck in a rut but ultimately we know there are other choices, yet we’ll keep choosing that rut until we see more value or worth in making a change.
I’d love scene 1 any day of the week, even though scene 2 is still a very real reality for many, but scene 1 is still there as a possible choice.
The insecurity in mens’ laughter is so easy to spot when laughing at another. The tone communicates just how much a human being hates themselves in order to have to pick at another.
It is the created ill ways that have shown us in multiple ways that there is a part of our existence here on earth — that enjoys creating no matter what the consequence is for our body. We seem to dismiss our body often with whatever choice we make, only looking good from the outside, not considering or even asking or wanting to look further than the image we see. We need to become more honest, see and help each other evolve from these ill created behaviors.
Beautiful Danna, true evolutionary support is to make the steps ourselves first. Only from there can we offer a reflection and a pull up to another human being.
I recognize myself in both scenes as being a participant. The good news I am now in scene 1, and have left scene 2. Not drinking alcohol did help as being more connected to my heart and fully taking responsibility of the choices I have made.
The worst behaviours are borne of the hurts that we have refused to face, feel and let go.
When unbearable is a Word pronounced from an open heart is has a value that would never acquire if it comes from a body uncapable of finding settlement.
Said in a nutshell Alan. As we step out from our comfort, hurts and fears and open up to trust and connection our lives change immeasurably.
When we hold on to our hurts and only want to blame another, scene 2 is the only possibility.
Immersed in the ferocity of life-response, I didn’t even recognise the pain I had been numbing for a very long time. The togetherness and the equalness felt from the scene 1 calls me home.
The unbearable ferocity of rejection, who does not know or experience this?
I can understand through the teachings of Universal Medicine how we have chosen to leave the brotherhood, the union that we come from as energetic beings first. Hence there can be a reflection of enormous rejection if we so face a situation where a denial or love and togetherness is brought in place.. Revealing to us the oh so obvious of the love we have left behind, but are continuously offered to share and live again.
Scene 1 is what we all seek, even when playing out scene 2. In scene 2 we’re still looking for brotherhood and it only adds to our hurts more that we don’t find it.
Agreed Nikki, the scene 2 guys have twisted what it means to be in brotherhood by thinking that drinking together and sharing their own misery and criticisms of others will bring them closer (because that connection is what they are so deeply missing) when in the end it only separates them further from themselves and thus everyone else through their lack of understanding and compassion.
When we open our hearts to one another, and share of the hurts we have accumulated along the way, the protection dissolves freeing us to discover that we are of the same tenderness in essence, and can then begin to explore living the power of this innate quality. Otherwise we continue to be incarcerated by the walls of protection we have erected, that keep us from knowing who we are.