I just noticed that guessing is not a good method in process… neither is faking it, winging it, etc. It’s not a process if someone else cannot follow in your footstep! Ugh.
I can see that I need to change more things than one… especially guessing… I find it irresistibly funny… lol… even though I am not sure what is making me laugh out loud. But it tickles my funny bone that all my habits fly in the face of process.
Ego is trying to assert itself, yelling that it’s boring…
Some 30 years ago I participated in a seminar series on and for creativity. I have one thing I still remember:
I am starting to see that this missing capacity: the capacity to see a process ((noun: process; plural noun: processes
a series of actions or steps taken in order to achieve a particular end.
“military operations could jeopardize the peace process”
synonyms: procedure, operation, action, activity, exercise, affair, business, job, task, undertaking
“investigation is a long process”)) , design a process, to have a strategy, is what’s missing to take me out of the one woman band existence.
I have been re-reading Dan Millman’s The Life You Were Born To Live.
I don’t know why I am reading it, but here is what I have found that is worth mentioning:
What used to be too much English is suddenly clear, concise, and applicable. The text didn’t change, I did. Obviously I am playing with a fuller deck…
I get, again and again reminded of my Achilles heel: I have a missing capacity that is probably responsible for many of my failures, and all of my no successes.
Most people that complain about lack of opportunities would fumble the ball if they got it… Fumble means: drop the ball.
The illusion is that what is missing is an opportunity, the funding, the money to start something… is an illusion, and it is a very harmful illusion. It makes you look at blame… not yourself.
Similar to this: support is missing. If your parents, spouse, the society supported you… blah blah blah.
It’s all illusion… as in a lie. Bull crap.
There was an incident in my life that I go back to often.
In 1992 I had a big space at the back of my office, that was unused, but I pa
As I often do, this morning I revisited a movie I saw a few years ago, The Constant Gardener.
In that movie, a British activist and a Kenyan doctor work to expose the pharmaceutical companies that experiment with new drugs on Kenyan people, who die from the experimental drugs. The activist and the doctor get gunned down by Kenyan hired thugs.
No big deal, so why am I weeping every time I think of it?
So this morning I looked at it.
This is what I saw:
It’s a purely cultural rule to see value in life. Without that rule, human gre
What is IQ, what is smart, and what does it have to do with DNA capacities?
If you read my previous article, you know that I think of the movie “The Constant Gardener.” As I was looking for pictures, I stumbled onto a movie review where the person either didn’t see the movie or is dumb. And the article is five years old, and he never realized that he is dumb.
So that prompted me to look for article s where dumb people think they are smart. Here is one… I am going to make slight changes in the original…
20 Reasons Why The World Is Full Of Dumb People Who Think They’re Smart
“It’s easier to evaluate your results through drunken delusion than to gaze soberly in the mirror and face the truth.”
I had another DNA capacity activation session today.
It was different. Some people had already had the same capacities activated before.
I found two big surprises… both strong enough to kick me in the gut:
When I first download the energy to you that activates the capacity, it does what it does, goes through the phases, and when I check the muscletest says: it is turned on.
When I come back to you, because you are on a webinar, it seems that there is a lot more work
Message to my friend: please don’t be offended. This was too good a story, too educational, to pass by. I didn’t mean to offend you, or invalidate your effort.
Is responsibility a capacity? If it isn’t, it should be… but it isn’t.
Responsibility, the behavior, has lots of other capacities that need to be lit up for it to work.
I am observing an unfolding dramatic story: a storm in a teacup.
I don’t have a car. I have a woman, who has become a friend eventually, drive me on Tuesdays to do my errands, chiropractor, grocery sh