The fox and the hare tale: Why does a rabbit run faster than a fox? Because while the fox is running for his dinner, the rabbit is running for his life. All of life works the same way…
I have noticed that take-away, as a manipulation technique, works exceptionally well on me.
Here is how the technique works: you show something, and you state that it is only available at this price for a limited amount of time.
Can you listen to insults to your family, your god, your country and be unphased?
Can you watch death and grieving and be unphased?
I am unphased 91% of the time. Very few things pull me out of the equilibrium, where I need to recover so I can return to being well and unphased. All of them I self-created, none of them are real.
I cry a lot. I feel people’s grief, I feel centuries old sadness, I feel the pain of not being allowed to grow, or even to live.
I am re-reading an book about the story of a family, the Levis, through 800 years
My first foray, my first venture into joy or joyous is trying to figure out what joy is. After all we don’t know necessarily what words mean when it comes to feelings… do we. We, children, watch and learn… but in a world where what you see is a mask, what you see does not represent a feeling accurately, because the person isn’t feeling it, because the person is faking it, the looks don’t help.
My hunch is that joy is fabricated with the intention to cause craving for it, to cause an acute sense of the lack of it.
Actually, when I watch people who enjoy something, they
Let me ask you something: do you have to deserve a body? Did you have to deserve to be able to read?
No. Deserving is much more basic, and much more profound than that kind of deserving, which would equate the word with earning.
Earning is a mercantile world’s word: it measures your work, or your merchandise against the asking price… earning.
But deserving is different, regardless how crazy that word drove me when I was a kid. My kid brother whining that he deserved whatever he was whining about.
I didn’t think I deserved anything, so he asserting that he de
Today was my errands day. It is also the only day during the week when I talk to anyone.
And as you know, talking when I have echo, someone who hears me is the most meaningful activity for me.
I did have private clients for massage, and I did it for 16 years… Giving a massage is not meaningful for me. So I picked and chose, and filtered, and screened the people that wanted a massage: If I didn’t feel that there will be a meaningful conversation, that I would be heard, I didn’t take them as a client.
Hey, it’s my life, and my fulfillment is what it is supposed to be organized around.
For those of you who have been making ever tightening circle around the secret, you may call it the truth, this is first a big let-down. A disappointment.
But when you look again, it gives you your life back, your ship is again under your command… you can become a finder instead of a seeker of the secret.
“The secret of growth” you’ve known but wished to be different is this: find something th
The fox and the hare tale: Why does a rabbit run faster than a fox? Because while the fox is running for his dinner, the rabbit is running for his life. All of life works the same way…
What kind of deserving is in that title?
In the past four months that I have been able to turn on individual capacities for people, I have received no request to turn on trust.
Here’s an awareness exercise (meditation) that I particularly like for rejuvenating yourself with silence:
Can you listen to insults to your family, your god, your country and be unphased?
My first foray, my first venture into joy or joyous is trying to figure out what joy is. After all we don’t know necessarily what words mean when it comes to feelings… do we. We, children, watch and learn… but in a world where what you see is a mask, what you see does not represent a feeling accurately, because the person isn’t feeling it, because the person is faking it, the looks don’t help.
Let me ask you something: do you have to deserve a body? Did you have to deserve to be able to read?
Today was my errands day. It is also the only day during the week when I talk to anyone.
For those of you who have been making ever tightening circle around the secret, you may call it the truth, this is first a big let-down. A disappointment. 