To be sure, freedom of a kind can be found in any experience. People have even written about the Holocaust and how a few people were able to find an experience of happiness in the worst of conditions.

However, once we realize we are at choice about this, why would we subject ourselves to the worst of conditions? I would not willingly go back to a job, it would feel like a prison compared to what I have created for myself. So why would I willingly enter into any other kind of prison?

In principle I agree. There is a lot of commitment required to care for another person. I myself do not not have children yet, but working as a nurse, caring for sick patients I can attest to that. On the other hand I’ve found in my work that “doing for others”, causes me to temporarily distract myself, from myself…and there is a sense of freedom and empowerment that comes from that as well. Hopefully, when i do decide to have kids and get married, I will be able to shift my subconscious mind, into finding freedom, where others might imagine it to be lost.

Hi Kat,

Thanks for stopping by. It’s a good question. Setting aside the possibility that having children and husband could be totally reimagined … which it could be, it just in my experience would require a very dedicated commitment to subconscious mind transformation … although in that case you might not want them at all, as entirely new possibilities are imagined and the need to “recreate myself through a body” perhaps disappears …

Society’s current default version of husband and children is not “freedom” any more than my job was “freedom.” I had to be there every single Monday through Friday except for a few holidays for eight hours a day bare minimum. If I have an infant, and I haven’t radically changed my subconscious mind … my entire life is going to be dedicated to meeting that infant’s bodily needs. Crying, feeding, changing diapers, dressing, putting to sleep, driving to appointments. Unless I have someone else do it for me, which hasn’t really solved the problem, just moved it around. No, I wouldn’t call it freedom. Not even close.