Walking to school in my early teens I noticed a silent narrative in my thoughts. I still have it because I practice it. We each are the narrator of our lives however we produce it. Maybe it is a monolog, dialog, committee meeting, or we think those voices belong to someone else. We may think we don’t have control over them, but we do.
Not Ready For Prime Time
I don’t want to get bogged down reading old journals. It seemed to set me on an indefinable emotional edge yesterday. Even though I tapped through whatever came up, maybe the reading stirs up stuff that stays subliminal. I had feelings through the day that seemed to come up for no reason. I just tapped on what I felt even though I didn’t know why or what the trigger was.
Mining For Gold Nuggets
...we are emotionally conditioned to automatically feel certain ways about everything in this world. We think it is real, we think this mind/body is who we are, but it is not. It’s only a temporary journey on this planet and then we will be off to other worlds of experience.
Point of Contact
Lying in my bed self-healing, I am in a semi-conscious state. In one brief moment, an experiential vision arises. It takes the following paragraphs to do my best to describe it. The concept or message of “Don’t take everything so seriously” is focused on something that is given the words Point of Contact. The colors... Continue Reading →
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