Putz: putz
noun
1. a stupid or worthless person.
2. vulgar slang: a limp dick.
verb: putz; engage in inconsequential or unproductive activity.
origin: 1960s: Yiddish, literally ‘penis.’
I meant to share student essays on how self-created rules keep them alienated from themselves, keep them playing safe and dead… not joyful, not accomplished, not living a life worth living.
Then I changed my mind.
I had two calls, where I was training, each, a person to take on a practice to activate the capacity to be with unpleasant, bothersome, disturbing feelings and actions. To be a MAN…
This capacity used to be active in humans… but because of the widespread positive thinki
One of my clients is unwilling to take Omega 2 capsules, because he says: “I don’t want to get fat”
I first started to experiment with the fat burning metabolism some six years ago.
I liked the idea of eating sugar free ice cream from real cream…
I packed on 30 lbs, 13-14 kilos, in 10 days.
I have been eating a stick of butter a day, fatty lamb, and eggs… for two months now.
I am dropping between half a pound to a pound a week.
I feel good. I do have some carbohydrate cravings and I satisfy it by eating peppers, and almonds. Both slightly sweet. just enough to stop the cravings. A gram here and there…
My site gets a lot of hits… people looking to find out how they too could become astute…
Astute people are happier, wealthier, more popular than others.
Of course they are looking for a quick fix to what the opposite of astute is: blindness, unawareness, cluelessness, being a bumbling idiot, or not being able tell their elbow from their ass.
I am not talking down at anyone… I was looking at myself to come up with those opposites.
We are clueless some of the time, most of us: most of the time.
I am continuing the work of gathering all my products on one site… More than 200!
It’s amazing how much I have to offer… I am embarrassed to tell you that with more than 200 products that work, I am barely scraping by on what I earn.
But, this is how it goes.
If you don’t know what you have, if it is all over the place, if people don’t know what you have, or how to get it from you… you’ll be poor.
This applies to most of you, maybe all of you.
You have a lot more to offer than what you are offering.
Why? Mostly because what is using your life isn’t interested in you being rewarded for your talent, skills, or products.
I have, so far, dropped 23 pounds, about 10 kg. My bone structure is starting to show… starting. I didn’t diet, but I completely overhauled my diet, removed everything that doesn’t agree with my body, and added all the nutrients that are essential. I feel good, I have no cravings, and it is very sustainable… I can live like this till the day I die.
I have gone from completely sedentary, because of pain, to sprightly, as some people called me yesterday. I now only have pain when walking.
I am in better mood than ever, I laugh easily, and feel good about my life, about life itself, about
This morning I chose to listen to the memo, instead of reading it.
The memo was dramatized, much like a radio advertising… Radio advertising I haven’t heard in many years.
http://goodies.wizardacademypress.com/MMM161017-RightWay2Criticize.mp3
Spirituality, finding your way, finding your self, the path to living a life worth living use different tools from science, schools, the mind, and ordinary thinking.
Not just different tools, but tools used differently.
If you haven’t found what you are seeking… if your seeking has taken you on a wild goose chase only to find nothing of value for yourself… then you owe it to yourself to learn to use the tools and to use them in new ways.
My very first exposure to this was 31 years ago, in Hebrew, and I was shamed right after I got the exposure… so I don’t even know if anything came out of it, because I cried for two hours.
As you know it is the 50-year anniversary of my high school graduation.
I had a bunch of extraordinary folks as classmates: they have been meeting every year for the past ten years… and this year they decided to redo the yearbook, which is not a book in Hungary: it is a big board with everyone’s picture and their names.
In addition they decided to ask for a report from each student, to document their 50 years since graduation. I sent in my report, and I made a new picture with my webcam.
I received the report about their last 50 years, from 22 of my still living 33 class mates from the best high school in Hungary. (The school was so good, they wanted me to leave, because I wasn’t good enough, at age 16. My father had
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