A couple of days ago I wrote about hosting a rather chaotic party “Surviving a Whirlpool”. The next day a wallet was missing which contained a lot of important info. After searching the house from top to bottom, I emailed those in attendance to ask if anyone had seen the wallet during the night and where I thought it had been located.
Most responded with beliefs of what could have happened to it based on what they remembered that night. It even escalated into stories about who would have had a motive to steal it and how it could have been done. Each story led me to a new place to look for the wallet so I spent most of the day searching. On the second day I started believing the story that it had been stolen which led to all kinds of mental images of the crime.
This morning it was found inside a shoe, nothing missing, just lying there waiting to be found. I guess how it got there really doesn’t matter and still remains a mystery.
This incident reminded me that in order to make sense of a mystery the mind forms beliefs, opinions and stories in an effort to understand and before you know it the beliefs become so strong they are perceived as reality. We all had created quite the drama around the missing wallet.
So now that we solved the mystery of the wallet, what happens to all the stories and beliefs about it that seemed so real? I guess when you find the Truth, you just have to forget about any stories or beliefs that got you there and let them go….
4 responses to “Stories of the Unknown”
Unfortunately, the less conscious mind does not forget the stories it made up. It stores them for future use. So our shadow will keep that story until it will come handy — and confront us with our forgotten past.
We have strange minds. It does a lot of interesting stuff for us, but its memory nor its stories are not very reliable 🙂
So true…sort of like hidden files..you think you’ve got them deleted and then they reappear never really being deleted.
Great reminder about theorizing before one has enough data to come to any conclusion. We all do it, from time to time, It’s how we’re built. I don;t think the world would make much sense if we didn’t fill in blanks here and there. As your story illustrates though, it’s important to never treat the things I insert, where data is missing, as fact.
Thanks for the comment. I’m reminded of the stories of the unknown mysteries of life that get so very complex as well.