Recently I found myself finding my life blah. So I set out to regain my will to live… because with blah comes no will to leave, much like when you are forced to eat tasteless food, you lose your will to eat.
I also noticed that the color faded from my language. People stopped complimenting me on the turn of phrases, the expressions, the metaphors I used… because I stopped using them.
The first Osho book I have ever read, was Maturity. I started to read it in the store, and fell in love with it.
It echoed one of my favorite Landmark courses, the Wisdom Course.
In that course, maturity was a state (they call it possibility, just a Landmark word!): where you were using adult capacities to live your life.
One would think that when you are an adult you use your adult capacities, but that is not the case.
In this article we are going to look at pretense, and what it cost you. It cost you more than it gains you… but the biggest cost is that you are stuck and you can’t go to the next level.
“All the colors I am inside have not been invented yet,” wrote Shel Silverstein, in his children’s book *Where the Sidewalk Ends.* It’s especially important for you to focus on that truth in the coming weeks. I say this for two reasons. First, it’s imperative that you identify and celebrate a certain unique aspect of yourself that no one else has ever fully acknowledged. If you don’t start making it more conscious, it may start to wither away. Second, you need to learn how to express that unique aspect with such clarity and steadiness that no one can miss it or ignore it
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In the last blog post I spoke about all the ways you hide that you are a human, unwilling to be caring, loving, nice, accommodati
Beliefs are thought forms. Words. Mind-stuff.
The Universe is holographic. Holographic, among others, means that the patterns repeat in big and small things alike. ((Although the whole looks quite chaotic, because cause and effect is hardly detectable, because of the size of the system (the whole Universe), if we had enough distance from the system, we would find patterns that are repeating… which is the nature of fractals and holographs.
Now, I am certain that the sentence above didn’t make sense to most, for the sake of the very few that can appreciate it, I needed to say it.))
One of the patterns is the tree-like diagram of root-stem-fruit. We’ll examine that pattern in this article
The roots are hidden in the soil. The stem looks the same for most trees. And then the fruit is very specific.
Most self-improvement systems are busy improving the fruit without
About a month ago a friend of mine, Steve, spent the weekend at a well-being seminar with Sai Ma. Sai Maa is an Indian guru. I know her personally, she spent some time in Syracuse. People flock to her
Trivedi , an East Indian scientist or engineer? is new to the American scene. He gives blessings, in person, in groups, and over the telephone to large number of people. His stated purpose is to prove to the scientists that this works, so he also gives blessings to animals, growing fields, etc. I went on his monthly blessings $50 a pop program.
Neile Donald Wash…I went on his sales pitch teleseminar last night. 35,000 people registered. It was free.
I first participated in what is now called Landmark Education back in 1985. I lived in an immigration hostel, I worked as an architect and town planner in Jerusalem and I was miserable. In quick succession two Russian immigrants killed themselves: I knew and liked them both.
In this article I intend to show that all man-made disciplines separate you from the Creator. This is true for Kabbalah as well. Though I love Kabbalah, and can thank a lot to it… if delivers itself as a go-between, that reduces the risk of the Original Design. Seven years ago, right after my incident with the free holosync cd, my friend Nancy called me to join her at Barnes and Noble
A few years ago I found myself attracted to a healing modality, the Healing Codes. I heard the testimonial about the little boy healed from Leukemia. It had relevance to me: I was worried about an angry red pulsating mole-like growth on my arm. Going to a doctor was out of the question, dying didn’t appeal to me, so I chose instead to attempt some self-healing.