I was researching this whole Third Eye humbug on the internet.
Of all the “supernatural” abilities people want, this seems to take the prize!
People want to be special, want to stand out, what to amaze people, but they don’t want to pay the price. Please check if you are part of “people”. My hunch is that if you tell the truth, you’ll find that you are.
Now, what is wrong with this picture?
It violates fundamental spiritual laws.
What are spiritual laws? Why are they spiritual?
Spiritual laws are the laws of the invisible. Energy, for example. Energy is invisible. It can be made
Like knowledge, capacities are either conscious or not.
When a knowledge, a skill, a capacity is conscious, you know to reach for it when it would be useful. It is like you know you have a Phillips screwdriver… and you reach for it.
But if you have never had a Phillips screwdriver, as far as you are concerned, you have to substitute other methods to screw in a screw, imperfect tools for an imperfect result, or give it up and find another screw. Makes sense so far?
A spiritual practice like no other… are you doing it?
What makes the “Stranger than Fiction” type of narration work like gangbusters to get you out of your head?
To my surprise not many people take advantage of the opportunity to watch a good movie and steal a habit that can be called a spiritual practice that can take you from a victim of your mind, to as near a human being as you can get in a few months’ time.
I just sent out a bunch of emails to people that I wasn’t sure wanted to get my emails.I wanted the ones that didn’t, to unsubscribe. Why? Because I don’t like to anger people… and people anger really easily…
The people on this list asked to learn from me. Learn to connect to Source, learn to slip out of the mind, really important stuff.
Many unsubscribed. My hunch: many of them didn’t even open my email.
I removed the ones that unsubscribed, one by one… Time consuming, but it was worth it.
I gleaned an insight that I want to share with you:
The question in your life is: who possesses who? Who possesses what?
But the answer to that question, albeit it is fashionable to think that the guy/gal with the most toys wins, will surprise you: the person who possesses himself wins, every step of the way.
I pretty much don’t know anyone with any level of self-possession: it can be measured.
People are like leaves blowing in the wind, flotsam on the ocean… out of control, hoping for a favorable wind… lacking what can only developed by rigorous practice.
Rigorous? Practice? Please stop laughing… you are out of control!
This is a good question to chew on, observe, test out, for a True Empath.
The fate of humanity, and your personal well-being, evolution, raising your vibration, depends on your relationship to perfection.
How? Perfection is imposed. Perfection comes from your relationship with something outside of yourself. It’s a comparison, and you live in a constant fear of “falling from grace”, falling short of perfection. The rules are set by others with an agenda. The agenda isn’t overt: in fact, it is a manipulative agenda. The goal is to keep you out of balance, keep you failing, keep you suppressed, keep you small and de
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.
My takeaways from session One of my skill workshop
Some of my students are struggling to make real headway in the world, because they haven’t been able to see where their abilities could make them a success.
Although I haven’t lead the “What color is your parachute” skill finder workshop …
The first potential awakening was when I was 22 years old. I had been in the mental hospital for two weeks and my condition didn’t get better, no matter what they did to me. They even tried to use insulin shock therapy on me… that’s really bad, if you want to know the truth.
Then, as a last resort, they sent me to the “showers” that you should know from the Cuckoo’s nest movie… halfway though the “showers” I snapped out of it. There I was stark naked, and the misery wasn’t me, it wasn’t even mine.