Lovely idea, YmirGF.
My older brother does a version of this. He is constantly writing down his "Magnum Opus" of what he perceives as reality, and so he kind of rubbed off on me a little. I admit that I don't have the same passion as he does with his "spiritual journal," but I have at times written down a few pages to add to my "spiritual diary."
(He's a guy. I'm a chick. He keeps a journal. I keep a diary. I think it's a guy thing.)
Anyhoo, I don't think I had ever expected to find a certain consistency in my thinking. My writing, and my thinking, was nearly always free-form. I'd write down what I believed about all the religious prophets - who got it right, who didn't - and are there really differences between men and women, and is there a heaven and hell, and many many other philosophical ponderings: and just like you, I'd found my beliefs to be as fickle as the Mind truly is.
To have all of your pages in front of you..........what a brilliant exercise for those with tendencies to learn from visual cues! The changing beliefs would stare back at you so glaring and obvious that it would be very difficult to deny them. :bounce
I wonder if this exercise would be as effective if one were to use audio equipment, and to occasionally record his or her thoughts, and then later on to listen to the entirety as one long "sermon."
I also like the title of the thread - "The Mind of a Child." I know what I was like as a child. One day I wanted to be an astronaut. The next day I wanted to be an actress. The next day I wanted to be a veterinarian. Our kids are like that right now.
I agree with allowing humor to permeate your perception about yourself. I once was so hard on myself and rarely laughed at anything that I might have said or done that wasn't "norm." I remember wanting more than anything to be taken seriously.
Yeesh, now I'm the first to laugh if I trip over squirrels or run into walls that honestly weren't there before or let a Freudian slip go in the middle of an important presentation - and I continue to laugh at how it might have looked in the eyes of any onlookers. The squirrel story always grabs people's attention, BTW.
(Back to topic about humor and the spiritual journey)
During one group meditation, we were instructed to visualize the Buddha in front of us. The speaker gave us all kinds of specific visual cues on how the Buddha really looked (the elongated earlobes, the olive skin, the thousand-pedaled crown on his head, etc.)..........and all I could visualize was Mickey Mouse, staring back at me with his broad smile, and ready to embrace me as I walked toward him. I wanted to giggle so badly during the group meditation, but I luckily realized that chuckling would be disruptive to the rest of the group. So, I went with it, and visually constructed Mickey Mouse as the Buddha.
At first, I inwardly giggled because of the seeming absurdity of it all. Mickey Mouse? Crazy, crazy woman. But then, I eventually asked myself, "why not?" Doesn't everyone have buddha-nature within them? I answered myself affirmitavely. And, how has Mickey Mouse not been like the Buddha? I answered my question by stating confidently that Mickey Mouse certainly acts like a Buddha.
For a while afterwards in my visualization practices, I allowed images of Mickey Mouse to freely come and go as the Buddha. Very effective, and shocked me from my preconceived notions of who a Buddha should be or shouldn't be.
My thoughts are a little muddy right now on seeing any threads of belief that over time can be strung together. I'll think about that a little longer before returning. And if I forget, you can always remind me, Ymir.
Peace,
Mystic