If you ask Haddaway he’ll tell you: “…baby don’t hurt me, no more”.
If you ask most people, they usually refer to sex in these times.
Due to “love making”. But sex, is not love. Love exists without sex.
I equate love with God. And because God created love, the heavens and the earth and everything in and outside of it, that then includes love as well.
So how can we as humans create love or make love?
We can’t. Because if we could, we would and we would then try to make money off of it.
Love would have to be finite. But it’s not.
There’s no end to love, no shortage of supply or intended for some with money or special circumstances.
We can’t buy love.
At least not according to the Beatles.
But if so, then how much is love?
We can’t have love.
If so, where do you have it?
How do we keep it?
We can’t lose love.
Because we can’t lose what we never had.
Love is not a thing.
Love is not a person.
Love is not.
Love is not one love, but infinite. Love is.
And we feel it. And receive it.
When we allow it.
When we welcome it.
And when we do, we are able to give love.
Share it with others.
We can let it run through us. Overflow and be spread all around us.
An infinite account from which we make never-ending withdrawals.
Shopaholics listen up:
This summer-sale starts with deals so incomprehensible you just have to spend on it. You won’t be saving anything. But the more you spend, the more you will get.
That, is a law from our Father, delivered to us by his only begotten son.
Kind of like the rich will get richer and the poor will be poorer, but in a loving way. Like this,
“For whosoever hath, to him shall be given, and he shall more abundance: but whosoever hath not, from his shall be taken away even that he hath”
So let’s start spending what is freely given to us.
I thank you Christ Jesus, our saviour, for dying for us and our sinful ways so that we may receive everlasting life.
I don’t want to feel bad.
I don’t want debt. And I certainly don’t want to feel alone.
I want peace and harmony, and to be financially independent.
So, the above statements are in direct opposition to each other. Saying one to counter with the next is creating conflict to the universe and to yourself. The wish is there, to have something meaningful, yet the “Now of misery” is sustained by confirming the opposite.
By saying “I don’t want to feel bad” we’re sending out, at least in part, “I want to feel bad”. The “don’t” has little power. It’s just two words out of seven that we use to convey our message.
If I wish to have a company in my life, a partner or friendship, I must focus on that.
On what I want. Not on what I don’t want.
When my alarm goes off in the morning, I have a few hours in a day to align myself with my dreams, act on opportunities given and visualize, pray and give thanks for what I already have, to receive more.
If I were to spend my days, or hours really, focusing on what I don’t want, then my time is wasted and there’d be no room for projecting my dreams and goals to the universe that brings forth my wishes. Somehow it brought everything to me already. Whether I wished for it deliberately or brought it upon myself subconsciously I received it either way.
So in becoming clean and sober, I had to focus my mind on what I want: clean, sober, fruitful, honest, loving, compassionate, humble, slow, peaceful, relaxed and God-centered-feelings in my day.
Carl Jung said, “What you resist not only persists, but will grow in size.”
Imagine you don’t like attention from strangers. So you’re walking around, projecting out “Don’t look at me” or “Don’t talk to me”. Now, most people in this world try and help each other and will probably ask you “Are you OK? Can I help you?”
And there you go. You just received exactly what you didn’t want.
What you probably want is to feel better. So then focus your mind on what makes people feel better. When it comes to activities we can all enjoy and that is healthy in its natural core, nature is a great healer. Take a long calm walk. Breathe deeply. In through the nose, and out through the mouth.
If you can’t find nature where you are, look up some really beautiful pictures of nature and start imagining what it feels like to be there. If you have a memory of a beach, a forest or the mountains – bring back that memory and find the feelings of it. Those feelings will start to produce the same hormones in your body that were produced when you were at your favorite spot in person. Only by bringing the mind in alignment with what makes you feel good.
Don’t believe that?
Ok so think of some really bad people. The evil things we do to each other. Injustice. Killing and murdering innocent people. For only one minute!
How does that make you feel?
And you haven’t even left the room. You haven’t raised a finger to anyone. Yet you can bring forth those negative emotions in your body. That is not good for our bodies. Not for the mind and not for our well being. Which brings the question, to me at least; What do newspapers and reports on TV do to our well being?
So focus on what we want, instead of what we don’t want.
Do we want Love? And Peace? Then that is what we focus on, no matter what goes on in the world.
Pray and give thanks to our ever loving Father – Christ Jesus, for all the love and peace we’ve been able to feel as a collective over thousands of years. We have the ability to feel and bring about exactly that, so let’s set our minds to Love and Peace.
This argument, or statement to something that is now a truth to me, came out of a short remark regarding a funny video me and a friend recently watched.
The clip is a sketch, in which two Scottish men walk into a voice operated elevator. They are going to the 11th floor and clearly try to state their number to the elevator operating system. It fails to recognize their accent and they try over and over. My friend considered this to be “quite racist”. That all Scotts talk like this is sound incomprehensible.
I thought to myself, how are Scotts, a different race than Britts, Peruvians, Mongolians, people from Finland or any other place on this earth?
Are we not the same race?
We are definitely not of different races. Ethnicities sure and different backgrounds and cultures – but we bleed the same, stink the same, smile and laugh the same. There’s no racial difference.
And maybe here’s a good time to argue color.
When people with pale skin blush their skin turns red. When injured it turns blue, yellow, greenish and sometimes purple! When the sun hits the skin for a long time it goes from red, to brown, to very dark. Yet, dark people are referred to as colored?
That doesn’t make any sense.
Prejudism, which is not even a real word, though it is more of a real fact or truth than racism, is what most people refer to when they use the word racism.
And we all judge. Every single one of us. We put people in boxes and stick labels to them. Fast than we can comprehend. If we’re attentive to unconscious act, we can actually remove the labels and take the judgement out of the box we put it in – to become more open-minded and less judgemental.
All it does is separate people, things, and all that is living in our world.
So we are all prejudists. But never racists!
If segregation separates us from being one, feeling like we all of the same origin, failing to recognize that we cannot live without each-other than what good is it?
I strongly believe that there are a few ways to move out from separation.
One by deeply looking at what we say, what the words we use really mean and how we react to certain words in a way we might actually be unconscious about doing. One is to move from ego to awareness. One is to challenge everything I think know. Because really, …really! What do I know?!
What are my personal experiences with the things and thoughts I consider to be true and a fact?
I did not do the research, journalistic deep-diving into a subject or “followed the money” to the source of a truth. I just swallowed what I was fed. And we do this. By trusting the person that delivers a fact. The more convincing the person delivers the information, the deeper we root that to be a part of us and “who we are”.
It becomes part of our identity. “I know this, therefore I can position myself somewhere where I am looked upon as this or that”. If a large number of people agree on something, it doesn’t make it so. It just means that they are all deceived and believe in a fantasy.
But we try to convince each other. All the time.
“Trust me, I know.” Or “I have a PhD in math, so I know math”
Funny, how the dictionary on my laptop quietly and not at all provokingly tells me that Math is nothing more than a fantasy.
Mathematics; the abstract science of number, quantity, and space, either as abstract concepts (pure mathematics), or as applied to other disciplines such as physics and engineering (applied mathematics)
Because when I look up abstract it defines it as: existing in thought or as an idea but not having a physical or concrete existence: abstract concepts such as love or beauty.
Gravity is the same concept. The apple falls. Absolutely. But it’s not because of gravity.
Gravity is a word. But has never been proven.
Isaac Newton used a whole lot of “if’s” to define gravity. But never a “There for”.
So we basically just trusted his powerful way of persuading us that gravity works this way, and is there for: real!
The phenomenon is real. Yes. But how it works – still undefined. Yet we take it for granted. But did you ever do your own research? Or do you take it as a fact, or truth?
Think about it, next time you try to convince someone of something. Is it a water-proof, one hundred percent true fact? Or did someone plat that seed in you to have you water a plant that would wither and die in the light of truth and consciousness?
Tough cookie to swallow – but I believe that is a truth.
As of now:
– The Rub
What the hell am I really saying, and what is hell by the way?!
– The Poison
Believing what others say. Taking their word to be truth.
Let go and let God.
Trusting myself. The all-knowing inner source of knowledge, for that which is worth knowing. Truth has no name, no sound or no word assigned to it.
Easy as pie right. I mean how hard can it be.
I always say “I don’t judge”. And, I’m a free spirit, how can I be attached to anything of this world?
But am I not? Judging, attaching, clinging, holding on to, objectifying, possessing; me, my, mine.
When death comes, if it was mine, how come I can’t take it with me? My body is dead, my concepts are seen and gone, my ideas never mine – all was borrowed and now to be returned.
Everything becomes as long as “I” is in the sentence.
Ego, in Latin, means I. So how to separate the two?
Ever fleeting thoughts, actions, reactions, emotions and outcomes that steer the ship either which way. Seems I’m never getting anywhere with this ever revolving needle in the compass I’m resorting to for a clear-cut course. An ever-changing heading. But I am.
If I stand still and breath the calm air from inside the eye of the storm.
Be still. Be the water. Don’t react. Act.
Why wasn’t I taught that?
Would’ve been much easier right, …to have been born with all the answers.
Now life is teaching me. And it’s hard. Stepping out of suffering from ignoring change – transforming the vessel to become a beacon of light and love to attract dull flies to find their own inner light.
Someone, something attracted me to the light. Burned my wings. Rose again and growing new wings that itch with every inch of its sprouting growth.
Shedding a torn skin, sandpapered down with time to dress the vessel in a shiny new suite.
It’s a constant process. Never finished. Yet, as soon as the now emerges from behind the ego – the ego dies.
It cannot live in the now.
And to live in the now, is another post, for another now.
As of now:
– The Rub
Losing control of an egoic structure that no longer serves me.
– The Poison
Trying to control, holding on. Attaching to the present moment’s transformative expressions.
Let go and let God.
Surrender – Give up the self to know theyself.
A powerful tool for letting go of unwanted negative energy:
Learn to love myself
Texts has no rights. Neither has any person. We borrow what God gave us freely.