This article is from 2013… but it seems that a lot of people have influenza, especially in Europe, and therefore I am re-publishing this article…
The last few days have been extraordinary. Not good, not very bad, simply not my ordinary days.
I have had a heart-to-heart with my ego that didn’t want to allow me to grow business-wise. It was very interesting… you should watch the replay if you don’t know what I am talking about.
I have had a lot done, mostly stuff that was stressful, scary, new, and there was a lot of emotions around it.
The energy attacks resumed last Thursday, so I experience frequent debilitating pain.
I am tired. My eyes are hurting, my body is hurting, but the mind screams: “Soldier on…”
… and this is what I want to write this article about.
I got lucky today. I got to see something I haven’t seen in a long time.
It’s been many years that I “shared” with anyone.
Sharing is a Landmark Education distinction: you talk about some gain in your life, in a particular way, and if you did it well, the other person gets a tiny bit more than just a whiff of what you are “sharing”; they get a taste of it. A taste of your gain…As if you’ve given them a bite of your triple chocolate fudge cake… lol.
We were both early for the exercise class, and she was really relieved that she wasn’t going to be the only student…
As I was changing to shorts, and gym shoes, I asked if it would be OK with her if I bragged..
What is the paralyzing factor that is responsible for producing such low results in any type of program?
The normal result is 1~2%, and an extraordinarily successful course with lots of handholding can clock a 7% result.
And this result does not see to depend on the amount of schooling people have, or the average IQ…
This afternoon I listened in to a webinar orientation of the marketing course I am taking. As I said, the course is two thousand dollars, ten weeks, and it started yesterday.
Its bulk was answering questions. And the questions were a dead giveaway why people don’t succeed in the courses they take:
You can already see on day two of a 10 week course who is not
There is a step in the 67 step program that wants you to look at what would be your obituary if you died today.
But there is a much better test, the test:
imagining yourself being on your deathbed: a thought exercise.
Until today I’d thought that what it drives up is all the things you haven’t done, all the things that are important and maybe you can do now… tell people you love them, and other trite things like that.
But today of all days I had an insight.
The insight came because I was trying to figure out what is in common in people who do the 67-step program w
I have been getting attachments. I am noticing, they come mostly on the weekends.
So the sender or senders are working slobs… and tormenting people is their hobby.
They are, I think, using voodooo techniques: making a model of me, and pushing pins in the model.
The reason I think it is a voodoo doll, because they are getting very precise, whereas a healer who intends to heal, is very sloppy, otherwise why would they connect to another they intend to heal in their eyes, throat, of sinuses… would make no sense.
Message to my friend: please don’t be offended. This was too good a story, too educational, to pass by. I didn’t mean to offend you, or invalidate your effort.
Is responsibility a capacity? If it isn’t, it should be… but it isn’t.
Responsibility, the behavior, has lots of other capacities that need to be lit up for it to work.
I am observing an unfolding dramatic story: a storm in a teacup.
I don’t have a car. I have a woman, who has become a friend eventually, drive me on Tuesdays to do my errands, chiropractor, grocery sh
The illusion of progress
I had a rude awakening this morning. The illusion of progress, the illusion of doing something that works hasn’t left me untouched either.
In my coaching session this morning I woke up, I woke up from my illusion. The illusion that people understand what it takes to grow, what it takes to become an expanding human being, the illusion that people know anywhere what the work entails.
I think this illusion is shared by quite a few teachers, but not being alone is not a consolation, it’s just a fact.