I should be doing some laundry. I have run out of socks… And anyways, I want to tame this beast of not doing my laundry.
I gather a load’s worth of stuff, carry it to the washing machine… and the distaste, the disgust is so strong… I take a beeline… and sit down by my computer.
Distaste, eh? Yeah, says muscle test. Disgust? yes. Was it always there? No. Was it from when i was 3? later… from age seven.
What was happening at age seven? I went to school. We had a live-in help: my mother was working on her Masters Degree, coming home around nine every night. My brother was about a year old… and was probably driving the live-in help bonkers.
One of the most surprising thing in the world of humans is that humans can’t tell if they are smart or not. This error leads to lives that are not fulfilled, filled with fear, trepidation, or on the other extreme: boasting and disappointment. ((This is a horrible thing. Do you know what is the worst thing about me for me?
I bet you would not be able to guess, so I’ll share it with you.
I expect you to be smart. I really do. And I am always surprised when I find out that you are not.
In my world smart means: quick and accurate on the uptake. See with your own eyes. Understand and be able to see things for what they are, without me pointing it out.
Putting a price tag on any coaching is going to be a lie. My strategy sessions. My 67 step coaching. My health consultations. My Water Energizer. My Heaven on EArth…
Really, almost any product.
For two reasons:
1. the value is in the eye of the buyer…
2. the value literally changes with what the buyer can and will do with it.
The client needs to become ready to use the coaching and generate big value with it. ((Cooking recipes come to mind. Unless you know cooking without recipes, unless you develop a feel for what works together, every recipe will be a disaster for you.
This is a brilliant article… except one thing: I see this same thing across the board, across all ages. 20 to 70…
So this article is probably written about you, accurately, if you are not happy when you are not happy.
Why Generation Y Yuppies, and you! Are Unhappy ((By Tim Urban))
Say hi to Lucy.
Lucy is part of Generation Y, the generation born between the late 1970s and the mid 1990s.  She’s also part of a yuppie culture that makes up a large portion of Gen Y.
I have a term for yuppies in the Gen Y age group—I call them Gen Y Protagonists & Special Yuppies, or GYPSYs.  A GYPSY is a unique brand of yuppie, one who thinks they are the main character of a very special story.
The brilliance in the movie, “It’s a wonderful life” is that the angel creates a thought experiment what the world would be like if our hero hadn’t been born.
Thought experiments are uniquely human: animals don’t do thought experiments.
The minimum intelligence required to create a thought experiment is 70… and I am not talking about IQ measured intelligence, I am talking about overall intelligence.
The average intelligence in the world is 50… But all my site’s visitors qualify.
Let’s talk about DNA… frauds, misinformation, bull crap
I am reading Eric Pearl’s book, something or other Reconnection.
The book has a 2% truth value. Which means that 98 percent of it is untrue. And 20% of it is deliberate lie… the rest is delusion, tree of knowledge, etc.
I read the book on Kindle, and I am at 40% in reading it.
I am reading it as a novel, a fantastical story, and as such, it is funny, witty…
He meant it as telling the truth, and teaching how to heal people…
I watched all episodes of the Mentalist, where the guy, the main character, plays a once fraud, who could talk to the d
Your ability to receive depends on the size of your cup… or the empty space in your vessel.
A vessel is like a cup. If you are buying stuff but aren’t receiving value from what you buy, your cup may be too small, or your cup may be full with stuff you already know, you already do… your cup…
Go read the rest of the article http://www.yourvibration.com/12872/vessel/
I should be doing some laundry. I have run out of socks… And anyways, I want to tame this beast of not doing my laundry.
