Was Time His Upon Quit Who Once Job There A Boy

There once was a boy who quit his job. He had to. But he loved his job. Or, to put it more accurately, he consciously decided to love his job, while he was in it. But he didn’t expect to fall in love so hard that he would feel his heart break when he would have to leave. Such a little heart his was. And yet it held in itself the universe. He had curved around its stars a couple of times, and he had wondered when he would grow up and be able to travel far and far to the farthest of stars, and sometimes he even feared that as he would grow up he would discover that there are no stars and no space to begin with and never were any, but then he had countered such stressful thoughts with the reality at hand, which, more often than not, was either him sitting in his room, or him driving around in his car. At these times, and at all times, he had discovered that it’s more realistic to get real by taking a long hard look at reality. Nevertheless, when the time for star-grazing would come he would be ready. At this time, he had to leave his job.
Freedom came with her feral fangs and dug into the deepest layer of his skin and rumbled an unmanifest earthquake that purred so violently it left nothing unleveled. But there was leveling to be felt. It’s quite strange: In Egypt – not exclusively – some workers demolish buildings with their tools. Yeah, like with their hands. Bit by bit, until nothing is left. Freedom came differently.
It would be unholy to get past that last sentence without stopping to consider its potential. If freedom had to come, it’s doesn’t take much to figure out that she would come differently. What’s more interesting, though, is what that difference would look like to creatures like us, incarnated into bondage, as bondage. I would advise the reader to consider that and to then do with it as he or she pleases. An image like that would look fine on the back wall of your living room. Or in the kitchen. Near the sink.
Freedom came the way dynamite invites buildings down to dinner, the way water whirlpools through a very recently unplugged sink. Pop. Swoosh. Now you see it, now it explodes.
But it had been a long time coming. And his job was in the way. The fact that he loved it had no bearing at all on that. He could have just as well hated it. In fact, he got in it so he can love it because he hated it. He hated it. In a sense, he threw hate at it. More accurately, he spat hate at it. Even more to the point, he spat hate at it from his unconscious, unobserved, disowned reservoir of hate. And at that point in freedom’s long journey towards him, she had come lavishly disguised as a job. She wore a nametag that spelled ‘Corporation’, she walked around shouting strange things about the end of joy, and, on bad days, she had turned the AC up.
And even though freedom has a costume wardrobe as rich as the muck on the surface of his reservoir, whatever she wears, she always does the same thing in the end: she plants dynamite. It could also be said that she does the vacuum cleaner thing, but that would be undermining her theatrical drama. And her beauty.
‘Always does the same thing at the end’ not as in ‘absolutely always’. ‘Always does the same thing in the end’ as in ‘in his world’. Of course, now she doesn’t come by uninvited, however much needed, the way she used to. Now he is the one who goes out looking for dynamite to blow up his life, so that he can find her, in all her valor, standing after the dust settles. To put it more accurately, he goes out looking for areas where dynamite would make the most damage in his life, and sticks the sticks. “Who cares about buildings,” he would think, “There’s a sun, a sky and a badass universe.” The job is one of the buildings, and this boy was looking for plains.
He left, his heart broke, his wounds healed. Superhuman healing factor comes in handy. Love, bleed, heal, evolve, repeat. Fear, bleed, heal, evolve, repeat. And he had become adept.
End result: boy driving in his car.
Without a care in the world.
Evolved.

Somewhere Inside

Part I

Somewhere inside I am the alpha and the omega.
I am not human.
Humanity is nothing more than the question of whether it can be more than itself.
And it can.
The answer is there somewhere, waiting for the question to dissolve so that it shows itself.
Somewhere inside me there is the creator of the universe and the destroyer of worlds.
The saint and the heretic.
The Christ and the Antichrist.
Heaven and hell.
Somewhere unaware.
The all of everything.
Infinity and eternity and everything in between.
I am One.
It’s quite fun.
It’s quite fun because the world runs through my vein.
All pain in vain.
All pain located, illuminated, dissipated.
Everything burns.
I burn everything.
And then I become it.

Part II

“IT”: A word me and my friends use to describe the event in a person’s life when shit hits the fan and life crumbles to waste. Before “IT” happened; after “IT” happened.
Death and rebirth.
Caterpillar and butterfly.
Accident.
Heart break.
Death of a loved one.
Disease.
Breakdown.
These are the blessed messengers in our lives. Help in disguise. Hope in the form of end.
After “IT” happens, you’re never the same again.
But then you get stuck.
Because now you think you know better than everyone else.
And you probably do.
But you sure as hell don’t know how deep the rabbit hole goes.
This isn’t about being experienced or open-minded or intelligent or any of this ego-based crap that you use to fend for yourself when faced with the question of reality.
What is the question of reality?
The question is, What is real?
You, for one, sure as hell aren’t.
Opinions?
Anyone care to share their dumbfounded opinions?
Preferences?
Likes?
Dislikes?
Right?
Wrong?
Does anyone want to bore the living crap out of me with opinions?
What do you think of this?
What do you think of that?
How do you run your life?
How someone else should run theirs?
Worldly affairs?
War?
Politics?
Stock market?
Eat mind-infested crap all your life, because that’s where it starts, that’s where it goes around, and that’s where it ends: NO-FUCKING-WHERE.
Thoughts. That’s all you are. A bundle of thoughts in the form of opinions, likes, dislikes, hopes, desires, fears.
Of course they’re not just thoughts, and that’s where the misperception is.
They’re charged with emotions, some subtle, some clear, and all they do is act like vibrational magnets, pulling towards you everything you have an emotion tied to. What you fear, what you desire, what you hate, what you most love; all drainers, all serve to do nothing but hijack your energy that should be used to make you whole, joyful, harmonious and happy, and uses it to charge up your stupid beliefs and your ignorant fears.
Death, anyone?
Corpse?
Worms?
Decomposition?
Nasty smell?
What do you feel when you read these words?
What do you feel when you think of yourself in these situations.
Read them again.
Death.
Corpse.
Worms.
Decomposition,
Smell.
Do you notice the feelings? The resistance?
Fuck the thoughts, fuck the words, ignore them; notice the feelings that they provoke.
Breathe into them.
Take a deep breath and allow the feeling.
What else is in there?
What else are you afraid of or unwilling to face, to feel?
Parent trouble? Heartbreak? Pain?
What else are you avoiding at all costs?
Are you really brave? Or are you truly chicken shit, hiding under the guise of false bravery?
This isn’t about doing things you enjoy, or being more loving, or learning to enjoy life, or becoming more spiritual, or any of that crap; this isn’t about any of the happy, bubbly stuff.
This is about finding and locating the thoughts in your head and the things in your world that cause you to feel resistance, that cause you to cringe on the inside and close off.
Like the aforementioned death list.
So that the happy, bubbly stuff can spontaneously shine out of you.
Writing is the key.
You cannot focus your mind merely by thinking.
It is too vast for you. It goes in all directions. You can’t hold it still and think only about what you want to think about.
But you can bring it down to laser-like precision by writing.
Anyway, do shit, or don’t do shit, that’s really not my problem.
I’m just blurting out what I know, what I’ve felt.
What you do with it is your problem.
Naturally, I’d be happy if you joined the most exciting ride in the universe – literally - but if you don’t I won’t cry over it.
I don’t have the time.
And neither do you.
There is nothing worth doing, nothing worth thinking about, nothing worth understanding, but this:
Learning to let go of your resistance by locating it using honest writing, and then breathing into the feeling until it’s gone.
Everything else in the universe is secondary.
It is a result of your state of being.
A mirror of what’s inside you.
This is the true message of all religion, spirituality and philosophy.
This is what is called opening yourself up to God, becoming enlightened, self-realization, Nirvana, or whatever the hell you want to call it:
It is the stripping away of layers of thoughts and feelings, and allowing the energy that was holding these layers in place, by believing them, to return to you so that you can become whole.
I don’t care if this coincides with your beliefs, I don’t care if you have an opinion about this. For all I care you could shove up all your opinions and beliefs up your ass. In fact, I’d be really happy for you if you can do that and then take a nice liberating dump.
Agree with me?
Disagree?
They both don’t count.
This isn’t about agreement or disagreement; this is about cleaning up your basement, because nothing inside it is yours.
But you don’t think it’s yours.
You think it’s You.
you thinks it’s You.
The small you thinks it’s the real You.
Your small you is all your desires and ambitions and fears pancaked into one finite little shitheaded whiner.
The reason for all unhappiness, the cause of all pain.
The only damned thing in this unbounded universe that resists.
The only thing with problems.
The only thing with fear.
you.
Of course, there is survival fear, which is necessary to preserve life, and which is found in all living things, but that’s obviously not what we’re talking about here.
We’re talking about psychological fear.

Part III

You can play ball at the level of the world; you can try to solve each and every one of your problems, until you grow old and die and realize you’ve solved some, only so that they are replaced with others.
You can keep trying where the whole world has been trying, and fruitlessly failing, for millennia. You can keep thinking about what you want to change and what you’re afraid might happen, or what you want to happen, or who you trust, or who you distrust, or who you love, or who you hate, or what you prefer, or what you dislike, or whatever else of the myriad shadows and demons and ghosts lurking around in your head, creating your reality into what can only be described as a pathetic excuse for a life. You could be better than others, you could be worse, but ultimately it’s the same playing field. You can keep trying to fight off the one-hundred-headed hydra that is your mind all your life, and arrive nowhere further than where you started.
Or you can play a whole new game.
A whole new level of game.
You can work with feelings.
Use mind as a tool.
Use thought as a sword to cut through your subconscious mind and bring out your emotions.
Death.
Corpse.
Worms.
Decomposition,
Smell.
Think about these words. Imagine them happening to you, right now. See yourself in them.
Feel the feelings that come up.
Breathe into them.
Feel them.
Release them.
Breathe until only peace is left.
Until you no longer feel any of this constriction.
If you’re still not feeling ok about thinking about these things, then do some more imagination, think some more.
Reread.
Reread.
Do not stop until you feel completely peaceful.
What else is in there?
Think, locate feeling, breathe to release.

And let me know what happens.

Me or God

I haven’t ranted in a while.
I was incubating.
I’m still incubating.
There is a world of mystery unfolding and I’m too small to control it. I can only learn, step by step, bit by bit, to flow. I can only hope to smoothly maneuver around obstruction. I can only stop, look and listen and then try to remember. There is past mental momentum and there is scattered energy demanded by the many limbs of life.
Open heart.
Open mind.
Blades sharpened.
Senses wide.
There is no easy out. There is no way to do this without using the surgical knife of intellect on every wrong knowing, wrong belief and wrong thought. I am, on some level, in alignment with my infinite nature. God knows where the fuck that level is or how the fuck I’m going to get there. But I keep walking. It is no longer a choice. Solitude nurtures this stroll, but solitude has its price.
Its price is everything.
Everything goes.
Nothing stays.
Me or God.
No room for the two of us.
Of course, on some level, there aren’t even two of us, but until I find my way to that fucking level, until I find a way to make everything else rubble, there is Me. Lesser and lesser no doubt, but still there is Me. And if I could salvage me a prayer, I would say, “God get Me the fuck out of here. Amen.” Because Me is nothing more than a bundle of thoughts and emotions strung together like what seem to be endless beads on an endless necklace.
But they aren’t endless.
They’re as finite as the most finite of things.
There is only one thing endless, and I am, on some level, it.
But until I find it, until I become it, there is finite little Me.
I’m afraid to find out what remains after all beads are incarcerated. But then who isn’t afraid of the unknown? It’s true though: Nothing can fuel such an incarceration but suicidal discontent.
Or an enlightened mind.
Besides that being an oxymoron, it defeats the purpose by being the goal.
So, suicidal discontent.
But I don’t think I’m driven enough. I’d rather fairy dust and soap bubbles.
I’d rather dream.
There is only layers.
Me is a bunch of layers.
Layers upon layers.
Upon layers.
Upon layers.
Layers upon layers of disgusting, self-serving, fear-based delusion.
Me is a bunch of layers.
And so is everyone reading this vomit.
God peeps his head here and there - after all, it’s all his dream – but, nevertheless, he can’t confess to showing up as more than a big mess.
Of course, he can’t show up to someone who’s not there, but someone who’s not there would rather think he’s there and would rather think he’ll show up.
Layers upon layers.
This thought is raw.
Bloody from the inside and scorched on the out.
Mercilessly pulling at itself.
Tension incarnate.
I’m not sure when this became a riddle, but if you get it straight you’ll get it straight, and if not then, shame, you wasted your time.
But time is all you have, is it not?
Go get it straight.
But who cares?
Nobody knows shit, and yet somehow everybody is full of it. Nobody knows that they don’t know and that’s the beauty of it; layers upon layers. Asleep, adrift, astray, same shit, different day; who cares?
Nobody knows they’re nobody. And everybody is nobody because nobody can exist no matter how hard he or she or it tries.
No room for two.
One, not Two.
God has failed to do one thing: she has failed to create anything other than Herself.
A beautiful failure.
A mystical malfunction.
We all orbit back.
Nobody can escape.
Nobody can escape because there is nobody. It’s not so bad though, I would suppose (I wouldn’t dream of claiming I would know), because if it were then the assumption that good is good because it’s closer to the truth and bad is bad because it’s further away from it would become obsolete.
The truth, logically, irrefutable, undeniably, is that one thing cannot create anything other than itself.
From where the ingredients?
Who knows?
From where the harmony?
Who cares?
But Two is discord.
Three is distraught.
One is pretty.
One is hot.
One is raw.
And there is only room for it.
One, not Two.
So, what I’m saying is what? That I am not real? That you are not real? That nothing in the world is real? That there is only God and everything else is dreamscape in a thought bubble surrounded by many Z’s on top of his snoring head? That fear is the glue that holds this whole mirage together? That if we consider a nightmare to be bad then we’re fucked way beyond our years? That if we don’t then we’re cool ass horror movie buffs? That who cares, who knows, who gives a shit, who’s to give a feeble flying fuck? That everybody who thinks they know is everybody who doesn’t? That the only ones who really know are the ones who no longer know?
Which leaves us with what?
Like, what does this depressing motherfucking rant leave us with?
I’ve seen it on the horizon and I’ve dipped my lashes in its honey and I’ve brushed my nose in its intoxicating powder, and yet I can only tell you one thing:
I’ll be damned if I know.

Make Me Happy (The Riddle)

If it were up to me I’d make a happier man of myself.

It is up to me, of course, and now, because it is so, and because I cannot claim power and responsibility and then unwittingly discard them without risking losing them for good, I am put in a situation where I must make a happier man of myself.

The fanciful notion of instant enlightenment – instant anything, really - is exactly that: fanciful and childish; and since I am neither interested in fancy nor in children’s toys, I am not disillusioned to think that a spontaneous rant, however inspired, will fulfill my wish for happiness.

Though it can and will be used to make me feel better, which, relativity considered, clearly implies more happiness.

Of course, I could, like most humans, ignore this whole thing and turn my head the other way, thinking to myself ignorant thoughts like, “It’s not really up to me.” or “Happy shnappy; I would’ve gotten it by now if it was mine to claim.” or “A spontaneous rant, however inspired, will not fulfill my wish for happiness.” But that would have to put me in line with the aforementioned humans; and I would rather spend five-hundred years fastened to this chair, eyes firmly fixed onto this screen, trying to squeeze some happiness out of anything within this time-space instant than to be as degraded as to be put in that line.

And yes, I am arrogant. Suck me. (I could go on to explain how from an eyes-closed perspective an eyes-open human might seem arrogant, or that the reader would only be intimidated by the way I look down on humans if the reader considered him/herself to be part of that humanity, but I won’t. Suck me.)

Now that we have a clear understanding of each other; on to the happy stuff.

Since it is my destined vocation to do what I’m doing right now - which is turn abstract thought forms into (somewhat) decipherable linguistic symbols; writing, basically - my happiness levels have already started catapulting. It doesn’t matter much that my words have so far been in the way of bitching, and I don’t know if it doesn’t matter because I’m eventually going to get to the good stuff, or because content is not important when it comes to the amount of happiness induced through writing, and, in all honesty, and with regards to the purpose of this undertaking, I really don’t care. So yeah, I’m three inches happier now than I was before I started writing this. I’m also three inches taller.

Since I am using my surroundings to poke at that part of me that thinks it needs something from the surroundings to poke at it so it can pull away at the invisible curtains that are invisibly covering up the happiness that is my true nature, I cannot help but rest my wandering eye on my cat. “Placid and self-contained,” said Whitman, and what said Whitman was true. It’s not a matter of whether there’s reason for my feline friend to be placid or self-contained; it’s just the way things are, all the time. There is the occasional perceived threat, much less so in domesticated cases such as this, that may call for a deviation away from the constant placidity, but that disappears as fast as the threat itself does. It makes sense then that if perceived threats were to disappear for humans then so too would the feeling of defensiveness or hostility, and, as a result, the natural self-containment would return. It sounds reasonable enough, but it’s not true. Because most of our perceived threats are made up and could just as well be considered by other creatures like my cat were it to choose to be as ignorant and untrustworthy as humans. Like what? Like what she’s going to eat tomorrow. Like who’s going to love her until the end of time. Like what she’s going to do when she grows old. Like where she’s going to get money to buy a house. So, it’s true that placidity would return once perceived threats are eliminated, but not in that their cause is addressed and dealt with. Placidity would return once perceived threats are seen for the unreal threats they are, which would thus dissipate them.

Now, what the fuck was that?

The Declaration of Evolution by Timothy Leary, PhD

When in the course of organic evolution it becomes obvious that a mutational process is inevitably dissolving the physical and neurological bonds which connect the members of one generation to the past and inevitably directing them to assume among the species of Earth the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and Nature's God entitle them, a decent concern for the harmony of species requires that the causes of the mutation should be declared.

We hold these truths to be self evident:

* That all species are created different but equal;
* That they are endowed, each one, with certain inalienable rights;
* That among them are Freedom to Live, Freedom to Grow, and Freedom to pursue Happiness in their own style;
* That to protect these God-given rights, social structures naturally emerge, basing their authority on the principles of love of God and respect for all forms of life;
* That whenever any form of government becomes destructive of life, liberty, and harmony, it is the organic duty of the young members of that species to mutate, to drop out, to initiate a new social structure, laying its foundations on such principles and organizing its power in such form as seems likely to produce the safety, happiness, and harmony of all sentient beings.

Genetic wisdom, indeed, suggests that social structures long established should not be discarded frivolous reasons and transient causes. The ecstasy of mutation is equally balanced by the pain. Accordingly all experience shows that members of a species are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, rather than to discard the forms to which they are accustomed.

But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, all pursuing invariably the same destructive goals, threaten the very fabric of organic life and the serene harmony of the planet, it is the right, it is the organic duty to drop out of such morbid covenants and to evolve new loving social structures.

Such has been the patient sufferance of the freedom-loving peoples of this earth, and such is now the necessity which constrains us to form new systems of government.

The history of the white, menopausal, mendacious men now ruling the planet earth is a history of repeated violation of the harmonious laws of nature, all having the direct object of establishing a tyranny of the materialistic aging over the gentle, the peace-loving, the young, the colored. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to the judgement of generations to come.

* These old, white rulers have maintained a continuous war against other species of life, enslaving and destroying at whim fowl, fish, animals and spreading a lethal carpet of concrete and metal over the soft body of earth.
* They have maintained as well a continual state of war among themselves and against the colored races, the freedom-loving, the gentle, the young. Genocide is their habit.
* They have instituted artificial scarcities, denying peaceful folk the natural inheritance of earth's abundance and God's endowment.
* They have glorified material values and degraded the spiritual.
* They have claimed private, personal ownership of God'd land, driving by force of arms the gentle from passage on the earth.
* In their greed they have erected artificial immigration and customs barriers, preventing the free movement of people.
* In their lust for control they have set up systems of compulsory educationto coerce the minds of the children and to destroy the wisdom and innocence of the playful young.
* In their lust for power they have controlled all means of communication to prevent the free flow of ideas and to block loving exchanges among the gentle.
* In their fear they have instituted great armies of secret police to spy upon the privacy of the pacific.
* In their anger they have coerced the peaceful young against their will to join their armies and to wage murderous wars against the young and gentle of other countries.
* In their greed they have made the manufacture and selling of weapons the basis of their economies.
* For profit they have polluted the air, the rivers, the seas.
* In their impotence they have glorified murder, violence, and unnatural sex in their mass media.
* In their aging greed they have set up an economic system which favors age over youth.
* They have in every way attempted to impose a robot uniformity and to crush variety, individuality, and independence of thought.
* In their greed, they have instituted political systems which perpetuate rule by the aging and force youth to choose between plastic conformity or despairing alienation.
* They have invaded privacy by illegal search, unwarranted arrest, and contemptuous harassment.
* They have enlisted an army of informers.
* In their greed they sponsor the consumption of deadly tars and sugars and employ cruel and unusual punishment of the possession of life-giving alkaloids and acids.
* They never admit a mistake. They unceasingly trumpet the virtue of greed and war. In their advertising and in their manipulation of information they make a fetish out of blatant falsity and pious self-enhancement. Their obvious errors only stimulate them to greater error and noisier self-approval.
* They are bores.
* They hate beauty.
* They hate sex.
* They hate life.

We have warned them from time to time to their inequities and blindness. We have addressed every available appeal to their withered sense of righteousness. We have tried to make them laugh. We have prophesied in detail the terror they are perpetuating. But they have been deaf to the weeping of the poor, the anguish of the colored, the rocking mockery of the young, the warnings of their poets. Worshipping only force and money, they listen only to force and money. But we shall no longer talk in these grim tongues.

We must therefore acquiesce to genetic necessity, detach ourselves from their uncaring madness and hold them henceforth as we hold the rest of God's creatures - in harmony, life brothers, in their excess, menaces to life.

We, therefore, God-loving, peace-loving, life-loving, fun-loving men and women, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the Universe for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the name and by the Authority of all sentient beings who seek gently to evolve on this planet, solemnly publish and declare that we are free and independent, and that we are absolved from all Allegiance to the United States Government and all governments controlled by the menopausal, and that grouping ourselves into tribes of like-minded fellows, we claim full power to live and move on the land, obtain sustenance with our own hands and minds in the style which seems sacred and holy to us, and to do all Acts and Things which independent Freemen and Freewomen may of right do without infringing on the same rights of other species and groups to do their own thing.

And for the support of this Declaration of Evolution with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, and serenely confident of the approval of generations to come, in whose name we speak, do we now mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes, and our Sacred Honor.

The Sedona Method

The Sedona Method:

Why the Secret and the Law of Attraction don’t Work

If you’ve seen the hit documentary, The Secret, or if you’re familiar with any similar teachings of the Law of Attraction, then you’ve probably tried some of their methods that promise that you’ll get whatever it is you want to do, be or have. Things like visualization and thought control or following intuition are supposed to be the guiding lights in the direction of your dreams. They make it seem so simple. Yet, when you tried it out for yourself, no dreams arrived in the mail; no million dollars fell from the sky; no perfect partner was delivered by the stork. If anything, you might have just turned out more agitated and disappointed than you were before you ever tried that mambo jumbo crap. I know that’s what happened to me. So, could all these people, the entire racket over their concepts and all the incredibly logical and scientific proof of their theories, be hoaxes? No, they’re not. The problem is not the Law of Attraction. The problem, as usual, is us.

The teachings of the Law of Attraction state that ‘that which is like unto itself is drawn,’ and ‘our thoughts create our reality,’ and ‘good feelings are indicators that we’re moving towards our desire and bad feelings away.’ This is mainly what it’s all about. So, if you mostly think about the things you want (not the lack of them – when you say I don’t want to be unhappy, the universe only hears ‘unhappy’ and brings you more of that’; you’ve got to think ‘I want to be happy’ and all the thoughts and feelings that come with it.) and do things that make you feel good (including think happy thoughts), eventually you’ll get what you want. So, what’s the problem?

The problem is that our mind is like a recording machine. It records our beliefs and our actions into our subconscious mind so that we don’t have to consciously think about everything all the time. Think about it: when you first learn to drive, you need all your mental faculties; you focus on pedals, steering wheel, mirrors, brakes, front, back, left, right; you need full attention. When you do drive enough times, the process becomes recorded into your subconscious mind so that, eventually, you find yourself driving while talking on the phone, drinking your coffee, listening to music, and perhaps holding out your middle finger to that idiot driver in front of you. The subconscious mind is really the world’s most intelligent computer. You can program it with infinite programs (no gigabyte shortages here) and you can do it an infinite number of times (no time wear, either.) That is why Freud said that the most important years in human life are the first seven years; because we come in with a clean slate and these are the first programs recorded into our systems. They usually stay there forever unless we consciously figure them out and change them. A belief is nothing more than a repeated thought. So, if when you were younger, your mother repeatedly told you ‘You’re going to be a great man/woman!’ this thought will become part of you and eventually, because by Law of Attraction, thoughts create reality, you will become that great man/woman. On the other hand, if someone kept telling you ‘You’re not worthy,’ ‘Humans are sinful,’ ‘Money doesn’t grow on trees,’ ‘Grow up and get real, life is hard,’ ‘God will punish you,’ ‘You have to work hard to make a living,’ ‘There is no real love and romance, only convenience,’ ‘You will never make it, you’ll always be a loser,’ (sound familiar?) then, this is what your life will bring to you.

So, the problem with The Secret is that thoughts do create reality, but not just our conscious thoughts, but, more so, our subconscious ones; the ones that have become part of us but that we’re unaware of and believe to be the reality of things. So, if your subconscious mind is littered with negative beliefs that don’t support your desire (like ‘I’m unlovable’) then no amount of positive thoughts (like ‘I want the perfect partner’) will ever undo that (unless they’re stronger in intensity and feeling, which they usually aren’t.) It would be like putting many good apples over a rotten bad apple. Eventually, the rot will spread onto all the rest. The solution, unlike what The Secret naively says, is not to add more positive thoughts, but to rid ourselves of the negative emotions that prevent the natural positivity from arising. To let them go. To release them.

This is where the Sedona Method comes in. This method was discovered over fifty years ago by a man named Lester Levenson. It is a simple technique (deceptively simple) that he used to cure himself of what was supposed to be terminal diagnosis. At forty-two, he was sent home to die by physicians who couldn’t save him. After discovering the Sedona Method and working with it for three moths straight, Lester was as healthy as a horse and lived to see another forty-two years of life! He died when he was eighty-four. Before he went, he taught this technique around the world, and today, the leading practitioner of the Sedona Method is Hale Dwoskin, who was also featured in The Secret. (Fact: One third of the teachers in The Secret use the Sedona Method for themselves and their students.)

The Sedona Method focuses on releasing the negative emotions associated with our thoughts and beliefs, which keep us stuck in the places we don’t like. It is the emotions that must be let go for the knots to untie and push us into the life of our dreams, and not the thoughts.

The Sedona Method is based on the prospect that our natural state is one of well-being, abundance, peace and love, and it is only the limiting negative beliefs that we add onto ourselves, consciously or unconsciously, that cover up that state. The sun is always shining, it is only the clouds that block its light. So the solution is not to add more sun, but to remove the clouds. The method clarifies that when we think of a certain topic, certain emotions come up into our awareness, and it is those emotions that must be released.

So enough with the babble; here’s the method, as described in Hale Dwoskin’s book, The Sedona Method: Your Key to Lasting Happiness, Success, Peace and Emotional Well-being.)

Make yourself comfortable and focus inwardly. Your eyes may be open or closed.

Step 1: Focus on an issue that you would like to feel better about, and then allow yourself to feel whatever you are feeling in this moment. This doesn’t have to be a strong feeling. In fact, if you are feeling numb, flat, cut off, or empty inside, those are feelings that can be let go of just as easily as the more recognizable ones. Just welcome the feeling and allow it to be as fully as you can.

This instruction may seem simplistic, but it needs to be. Most of us live in our thoughts, pictures, and stories about the past and the future, rather than being aware of how we actually feel in this moment, The only time that we can actually do anything about the way we feel (and, for that matter, about our businesses or our lives) is NOW.

Step 2: Ask yourself: Could I let this feeling go?

This question is merely asking you if it is possible to take this action. “Yes” and “No” are both acceptable answers. You will often let go even if you say “No.” All the questions used in this process are deliberately simple. They are not important in and of themselves but are designed to point you to the experience of letting go.

Step 3: Ask yourself this simple question: Would I let this go? In other words: Am I willing to let go?

If the answer is “No,” or if you are not sure, ask yourself: “Would I rather have this feeling, or would I rather be free?” Even if the answer is still “No,” go on to Step 4.

Step 4: Ask yourself this simpler question: When?

This is an invitation to just let it go NOW. You may find yourself easily letting go. Remember that letting go is a decision you can make any time you choose.

Step 5: Repeat the preceding four steps as often as needed until you feel free of that particular feeling.

NOTE: You will probably find yourself letting go a little more at each step of the process. The results at first may be quite subtle, but if you are persistent, very quickly the results will get more and more noticeable. You may find that you have layers of feelings about a particular topic, so be patient. However, what you let go of is gone for good and you will feel lighter and more peaceful.

It’s very important to understand two things:

1- Thoughts and feelings aren’t real and they’re not you.

2- You can let them go.

It sounds simple, but it works; in fact, it could just as well be the only way you can get out of the rutty areas of life where you’ve been stuck and dissatisfied. And not just that; the byproducts of using the Sedona Method are constant feelings of peace, well-being, love and gratitude, which, according to the Law of Attraction, are all sure-fire ways to boost you towards your desires. You no longer need to worry about how to get what you want; all you have to do is get rid of the obstacles that are holding you away from them, by releasing and letting go. The venerable Ajahn Chah, a twentieth-century Buddhist monk said, “If you let go a little, you will have a little peace. If you let go a lot, you will have a lot of peace. If you let go completely, you will have complete peace.”

For more information visit www.sedona.com

Stop

Stop everthing right now.
Everything.
Stop and look around.
Find something artful and dive into it.
Beauty.
Let’s talk about beauty.
Why is it that our hearts melt when we’re in the presence of beauty?
When we listen to a certain melody or a read an inspired quote or see a golden sunset, we are in the presence of much more than what we think.
God created beauty so we can stop.
So it can stop us.
Our minds stop chattering, if only for a few seconds, when we encounter something beautiful.
The truth of life, the naked body of divinity, is hidden behind the veil of thinking.
The continuous stream of automatic thinking that we all suffer from serves nothing but to keep us from percieving reality.
When we strike against beauty our minds stop. That is why we feel good. Our minds are also our personalities, so when our personality – our ego – stops, God shows us part of himself.
Imagine if you could live with that peaceful sense of love that you feel when you come across something pretty. Imagine if you could live with it all the time.
All the time.
This is our birthright.
This is Gods promise to Man.
It is available for those who will take the time to seek it.
How much of our life is really important? How much of it will be gone tomorrow yet we waste our time and energy acquiring it, seeking after it or thinking about it?
When we stop being automatic and doing things we don’t have a real reason for doing, something happens. When we pause and take a step back and look at ourselves and look at the world - just look without judgement or thinking - something breaks.
Our minds break.
And the crack that is left lets a sliver in.
A sliver whispering to us something much bigger than what we are or what we think we are.
A whisper telling us that we can be, do or have whatever we want because that is what we’ve been created for.
We were created to create.
God created the paintbrush and gave it us, and he gave us the universe to be our canvas.
I am not being poetic. This is the truth.
I was reading a book and came across an interesting question.
The author says “There are some temperaments which will find it almost impossible to take this path of introspective self-analysis. Unfortunately, but not naturally, their minds are not built in a way that will permit them to hold their thoughts to such a topic. What, then, are they to do?”
In short, he means that although interest in spirituality and seeking our higher self leads to rich rewards, in terms of life, love and beauty, there are those of us who aren’t equipped for this kind of inner exploration. They just aren’t interested or afraid or don’t care much about the whole issue.
He then asks what is it that can be done to help those people move closer to truth and God.
I pondered the question and after reading the rest of the chapter, I realized that the answer is to bring those people into the presence of beauty.
Beautiful music, beautiful literature, beautiful nature or bautiful laughter. You cannot laugh and think at the same time.
When we laugh our thinking stops. That is why laughing feels so good.
All these instantaneously quiet the mind and thus reveal a deep secret that is waiting to be discoevered.
So if you are someone or you know someone who couldn’t care less for the inner journeys and truth seeking, throw them at beauty.
Show them something beautiful or be beautiful when they are near you.
Throw love.
Throw laughter.
Throw stories.
Throw anything that feels good.
Throw it at their minds.
Look at them without thinking.
Insert that dimension of thoughtlessness wherein God awaits.
Look and love and be still.
And they will catch it.
Beauty is contagious.
Stop and be still.
Take a step back.
That is the most important thing you will ever do for yourself or for anyone else.
Stop thinking and keep your attention in your body.
Or on someone else’s.
Or on your breathing.
Be single minded if only for a second.
This is how it starts.
One split second at a time.
Nothing else matters.
It’s difficult. The reward is reserved for those who will follow it through to the end.
The reward is eternal happiness.
Are you up for it?

Stop.

Stop.

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