This is paraphrasing the famous Leo Tolstoy quote: “All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.” This is the Anna Karenina principle… As all principles do, it applies to many, maybe even all areas of life. A principle is the same as a distinction… I say.
But truth is, if you know distinctions, if you know patterns, there are only about 50 different ways to get stuck… and your way is just one or two of those.
The hardest pull to resist is the pull of your “how” nature. Or what type of activity do you rush into… headfirst… That activity can be four kinds… four conative types, four types of conative actions… reading, planning, action, and execution.
Scientific name for your “how” is Conation. It is innate, and it is NOT changeable.
Regardless… I have been looking at taming my own… I find that it is not tamable. It is what it is.
But I have come to suspect that what you do after you do what your Conation makes you do is when the magic happens.
You see, all people belong to three types. People who make things happen, people who watch things happen, and people who wonder what happened. But
What is soul correction and why would the “divine” part of you need correction?
Let me explain:
The Universe has three energetic components: the positive, the negative, and the neutral.
This repeats itself on every level, the micro and the macro…
On the macro level the positive, giving component is The Force. The negative, receiving component are the souls, and the neutral/restrictive component is the individual’s consciousness.
Sometimes I get really lucky. And if I am ready, prepared, open, and eager for the gift, I can get it, harvest it, and life becomes brighter, by a lot. Clearer… by a lot.
This is what happened to me this morning.
I got up at 5:20. The other option was to sleep another hour and a half… and oversleep… So I got up. Better sleep less than more (read my Depression article to see why.)
Chilly morning… sweater and pants, big glass of Energized Water… I am ready for my email… And no, I don’t stretch, I don’t exercise, I don’t meditate… I go to my email and connect. Connect to All-of-it and to my people.
The first email is from a woman who is disappointed in me because I didn’t provide
The inner view and the outer view of who you are are vastly different. Your chances for success, love, happiness depend on the accuracy of your self-image. ((self-im·age
noun
noun: self-image; plural noun: self-images
the idea one has of one’s abilities, appearance, and personality.
“sickness is an affront to one’s self-image and dignity”))
Do you know that people see you differently than you see yourself? And both you and other people see you differently than you actually are.
You may see yourself worse or better or just plain different than you really are… and so do others.
Your life would work better if the two views were closer. You’d h
But enough is enough… and I am a little flapped… lol.
I can feel the corners of my mouth pointing downward, and I am pouting a little.
I screwed up… I did all the things I tell you not to do… lol…
I alternate between laughing out loud and pouting. Actually quite funny. Not dead.
The funniest part of this story (oops, I haven’t even told you what happened… in a little bit, ok?) the funniest part that this happened right after I watched, for the third time, the episode in the 67 steps where you are warned to double secure yourself against mistakes and the cost.
I was nodding… I heard it from “I already know” and the next thing I know I crashed my windows setup… and bam… all my files are gone.
I don’t do well with people who are intense. I am not sure why, but my physiology gets all tense, resistant, and I just want to go away, or watch a movie, or go to bed.
All those sensations are in the horizontal aspect of me. We could call it “my head”, even though the feelings are in my body. But it’s shorter and more popular to say “I am in my head” than to say: I am pulled into my horizontal, lower self. Right?
I used to live in my head. I didn’t notice until there was something happening outside of my head. I only noticed that I
Very “interesting” experience. I watched the first year of Dexter, and although I wanted to watch all episodes, the first year was not addictive.
But I had a premonition about the rest of the series.
Made up by skilled television writers, I knew it was going to be something dangerous to my well-being.
Unneeded complications, many different side-story lines, all dramatic and irrelevant, all stories I would not watch Netflix for. But all of these side-stories had a claw as sharp as the tiny hooks of burr… of v