Week 9- Man is the sum total of his own thoughts

I guess I always had the feeling that I was the sum total of my thoughts, but never really gave any thought that the sum total could be changed. At least in this life time.

But along comes Mark J. and the fabulous Davene and put up the fact, It can be changed. Oh it takes some work and rearranging, continues effort is the way it is put, but in the scheme of things, it is really quite simply.

Change my habits. Change my affirmations (without due consideration, mine were most often very negative). Hold in my mind what I truly desire and put it as it is already happening.  As long as it is truthful, think not in negatives, but in positives and continually visualize it as happening and the universe can do nothing but create that result.

What is truly interesting is that by reading Emerson’s Essay on Compensation a couple weeks ago and learning that by giving, you receive in return. In other words, if you want love, you need to give love. And the more love you give, the more you will receive. How wonderful is that! (This part has been very easy with the new grand daughter) As I have said, it is like holding a bundle of love when I get to hold her. She’s close by and I have access-pretty neat. I stop by for a “fix” every once in a while and this just grows out from those short stops.

So much on one of the three things we all desire. I am working on the Health and Wealth parts. Health has been pretty good to me as I have always felt positive about this part. The past has seen most difficulty with the Wealth piece and with the pieces Mark and Davenne are showing us to get our subby’s to see the light, in one way or another, that too is looking better. I’ll take love and health as a wonderful start.

To be continued…


Week 8- When to finally allow imagination?

66 years and I have not allowed myself much imagination. I have known this, it seems forever. I put myself in a box at an early age. This I knew from the beginning it seems. For whatever reason, I would not allow myself real joy. So I went about life without any real goals of my own.  I followed what was put in my head by two very well meaning and great parents. Go to school, get good grades so I could go to college and then get a good job.

But somewhere along the line, I found I liked golf and that I wanted to teach that sport. I really wanted to play, but didn’t think I could get in front of people and play the way I needed. So I was OK with teaching. I loved seeing others take some information I’d give them and move on to whatever success they were looking for. I loved seeing the smiles on their face when they “got it.”

But my child that always did what he was told, or most of the time,anyway, won out and I went to school, got good grades and went to college. Somebody’s goal was attained.  And then I was out of somebody else’s goals and I had accomplished it and I didn’t know where to go from there. I couldn’t find my own direction because I couldn’t find my own desire. That was, until I woke up about 8 years later and thought I better start looking at something that could bring in a bit more money than I was earning. Guess what happened? A job appeared that was interesting. Looking back, constructive thought- and not a lot of it, but focused- and there was a positive result. Looking further back, even though not my hearts desire, because I really didn’t care for school much, but that continued thought, go to school, get good grades and go to college, lead to a completed goal. Guess it doesn’t have to be my goal, just one that has some focus.

I could go on and on about lack of goals, but when something was needed, it appeared. That, is pretty neat stuff.

There is a lot of negative stuff that has happened because that’s exactly where the focus was. So in essence, what was visualized has always been there, each and every time. It is time to visualize exactly what it is that I want. Constructive imagination will bring my heart’s desire. There is no question in my mind.

I’m keeping up my 7 day diet. No, I haven’t completed it yet. There is always something that messes up and I am starting over again, as I type. It is getting better on that front. And I have a smile on my face right now. This is giving me happiness.

To be continued…

Week 7- Sherman and Mr. Peabody are not looking to the Future

Good Heavens! And I thought last week was a look back! This week has been just more of the same and then some more. I believed this was going to get easier as I got older.  Next moment please.

I know to think of love when I get off base. That worked before. But something is fighting this like there’s no tomorrow.

We have a new grandchild that is now nearing 10 weeks old. Love when holding her is easy. One thought only and usually sitting. Just like it’s suppose to be. That is easy. Then comes someone and gives her a couple vaccinations. Next she has a 102 temperature and I am livid. Instructions are given that 102 is OK and 102.5 for to 104 is reason to call the nurse. The baby crying for three hours is also a reason. My monkey mind couldn’t let this go till this morning when I woke and thought, how ignorant on my part. This is not my baby or my life. Love to all is all that I can do and I found the zone.

Millions of my mental workers being run by a few. This is not what is in my mind. I have the millions running the few tonight and into the next moment.

My mental image is for total health and liberty. Focus is on these in a wonderful look back from the future.

Mentally I get the idea of power of laser focus on my true desires. It would seem simple then to do the focusing as needed and not have interuption in those wonderful thoughts. There is work to be done.

To be continued…

Week Six- Going to the way back machine Sherman

OK, maybe not way back Mr. Peabody, just back to the end of last week. Clouds of darkness accumulated through long ages of misery that attended imperfect information was at my door again.  Need a do over this week. Brain cleaning did not get completed. Still a work in progress. House got clean. Red box was a success!

So at the end of week five, some things were said that brought my little self out and he had trouble finding the quiet place that the main me desires. The little me took over for quite a while and sitting took extra time to become one with the main character of my future picture. It was extra work to read “The Guy in the Glass” every night…and out loud…and say “I LOVE YOU” and want to really say it.

I am finding that it is so much easier to feel love, at least for everyone else, if not for me, and then soak some excess up as an after glow for me. Well, that kinda happened, and that’s when I smiled at the guy in the mirror. I am still a bit self conscious about that, I must admit.

We have an 8 week old grand baby that we have the joy of daily interactions. Times I can hold her are the peaceful times and pure love I am looking for in sitting or meditating. The “fix” has come in the way of an innocent lovely new member to our world. I must look at me as I do her.

To be continued…

Week Five- Dictionary Please

Mark said he had a dictionary by his side and I could understand with a bit of what we’d been reading for the first four weeks. But this week with Emerson took me over the top. A dictionary wasn’t fast enough. I had Google on another screen so I could get some kind of flow going. I thought I had a decent knowledge of the English language and found out I am pretty ignorant. Again, I have a way to go. Maybe not part of my heart’s desire, or one of my dominating thoughts, but a bit more knowledge in this realm won’t hurt.

Hmmm, section 12 in Master Keys talks about house-cleaning. That’s what’s happening tonight. Literally, house-cleaning and I’m finding some time to do some mental house-cleaning at the same time. It was a rough day on the home front today. Getting ready for a wedding and 12 people traveling from New Zealand for my step-daughter’s wedding, she and her husband-to-be are two of them. So there is lots of pressure to make sure the wedding goes off without too much difficulty and the house gets in shape for three couples moving in for a few days. I was able to stay in a good zone for a while and then eased back into an old and familiar feeling of inadequacy. I am just now, along with my house-cleaning, getting my brain clean also.

Desiring it with unbridled passion, asserting claim to the power I know is mine and everyone’s and grabbing it for all it’s worth. Who would have thought that cleaning the house would bring this kind of joy?

I am a new man, with a new life.

Before my next cleaning… To be continued…