The feeling of living in a well

I feel like I’ve fallen into a well,
And it is so much effort to shout and reach out to anyone or even anything,
And no one bothers to even peep in,
Nor are they even remotely interested in knowing where I am.

Like I’m ostracized, exiled, banished, outcast.
Like I’m dying, receding, fading, falling off the radar, falling off the map, falling off everything that is known.
Hope is wilting and dying, as I fall further into the well with every passing day.
More and more contact with the outside is relinquished because of the phenomenal effort it takes to maintain it from 200 ft under.
I have to scream at the top of my voice to be faintly heard outside, and the beings outside only hear my words, not me, so I am basically abjectly alone.
Never will be seen, never will be fully heard.
There is the crushing weight of despair, but hope pushes me to reach out with great resistance, only to get a few bread crumbs of outside engagement (obtained with disproportionate effort), and then I fall back into the darkness again.

There seems no way out of this well,
and I only fall deeper and deeper into it,
moving farther and farther away from contact with the land.

My whole life has been this way.
I could never achieve anything more than a superficial fleeting intermittent connection with the world/outside.
I have always lived in a well, in the cave of wonders, in the interior castles, in the dungeons of my subconscious, in the underside of the iceberg of humanity.
Except for occasional short bursts of outer engagement which have exponentially reduced with age.
I am in the unknown, in the mystery, living it everyday,
While every other I see appears to be far far away.

Vacating the emotional body

I have vacated my feeling body, and living in my thinking body only.
My feeling body has been forsaken.
So the feeling body is full of pain/chaos/disharmony/pain from the lack of attention.
I would go into the feeling body only through the “thinking body vehicle” as if I am doing an excavation in a ruins site by safely visiting it via a closed vehicle.
I need to instead go underneath the mental body, deep dive into directly feeling the pure emotions and sort it out at the liquid-feeling-level itself, by keeping consciousness with it without disowning/abandoning it.
That is the betrayal, that is the abandonment, that is the emptiness.
That neglect is what has left the feeling body is chaos/ruin/vagaries ruled by pure subconscious chaotic random forces.
It is a disowning. And that part of me is in constant chaos.
So the way out would be through loving and staying with all that pain continuously as a commitment unflinchingly.
That eternal commitment is love, to stay with it unconditionally no matter what.
If I cannot do this for myself, then how I can I do it for any other?
The emotional reality is the bedrock prior to the thinking reality which only really gets active around 8 years of age.
Its time to deep dive and do a reclamation. Those ruins are mine.
The idea is to examine that with non-resistance and non-effort, where does consciousness go – and being with that completely and never vacating that OBJECT.
Emotions frighten me as a result, because I am helpless against my own emotions.
I work with emotions indirectly through the mind/thought in an indirect way and use all kinds of deflections from directly-squarely accepting and owning the direct chaos and pain.
And what I don’t accept/own/reclaim will persist in its “rookie state of development” until it receives my undivided attention/commitment/love.
That is the only thing that ever healed anything anyway.

So what’s the answer? – Sit with the pain, Own the pain, Commit to never leave it, and stay with it unconditionally (love it).
That genuine, unflagging unremitting, incessant commitment to BE with all of your feeling at the deepest imaginable/accessible levels is what will ultimately serve.