Week 6 – My future self

 

I am a huge fan of the hit series “Outlander” in which the lead character goes back in time some 200 years, so I decided to embrace meeting my future self for the subject of my blog this week.  One of the most striking differences in time travel is the change in consciousness. So today, as I swatted at some small insect that had landed on my arm I pondered how much will the world change in 20 years. Would my future self consider the rights of all insects, not just the ones I like.  Would my future self, consider the present day me barbaric for swatting at some insect I did not know or trapping mice on glue boards?

I remember a time, not so very long ago, in which, a person of color could not find something to eat or a place to go to the bathroom between Houston and Austin, a three hour road trip. It didn’t matter whether they were a derelict or a professor of a prestigious institution, what mattered was the color of their skin.  I remember going to South Africa some 40 years ago and there were still separate bathrooms and drinking fountains. Young people today think how barbaric. Indeed, I am ashamed to have been part of a culture that held such bias views.   Where will our minds be in 20 years, more importantly where will my mind be, will insects have rights?

I love Star Trek and one of my favorite characters is Counselor Troy. In my dream mind, I may have thought of myself somewhat like her. Her gift as an empath, was a valuable tool in that futurist series. Will I see those kind of changes in my lifetime?  What will my future self be like?  Something of a Counselor Troy? Will the science experiments I am participating in be enough to really change the way the world thinks about energy healers?  Will I live in a time that understands our current medical model is not based on a wellness program?  How will how I think change the world?  Consciousness changes very slowly and  little else I know except – the change must begin with me.

When Mark J talked about our future self as being a stranger, he is so right. What will I do differently, if I have a relationship with my future self?  If knowing that my actions today will affect the well being of my beloved future self, will I act differently!  Absolutely, do I want to burden my future self with illness or debt or stress that can be avoided? This is a really big deal and I never thought of my future self before.  She has been a stranger.

Well no more…..Hello Beautiful!

 

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Week 5 – Connectedness


“There are so many great day hikes in Yellowstone and this one is no exception. If you’re short on time make sure you include this hike during your visit to the park. Located south of Fishing Bridge and Lake Junction on the Grand Loop Road this is a popular day hike that has spectacular views across much of Yellowstone Lake and toward the eastern edge of the park. The Lake Village area and the Lake Hotel are visible just below the summit along the lakes western shoreline. The trail to the top of Elephant Back Mountain is well maintained and the grade never really feels that steep even though you’re climbing about 800 feet to the summit. The forest surrounding this area is relatively open and feels less claustrophobic than in areas of the park that contain new growth. When you reach the summit there are two long wooden benches that are perfect for contemplating the beauty of the landscape below. I would recommend going in the morning to watch the sunrise, or waiting until late afternoon or early evening when the light will be better suited for photographing this amazing panorama of Yellowstone Lake and the peaks that border its eastern edge.” – an excerpt from Trailguides Yellowstone.com

Some 25 years ago I made the hike up Elephant Back Trail to the summit for this view. It was here I had the overwhelming  feeling of being connected to “all that is”.

This feeling was so overwhelming and brought such peace of mind I have brought it back to Mind thousands of times. The beauty of this view, the feeling of being an eagle on the top of the world, filled me with such joy and a deep sense of being one with all that is.  I have gone to this place in my mind and wondered how to re-create more memories with the feeling I experienced there.  I call this weeks blog “connectedness” because that word comes the closest to feeling I am in the flow. One with all that is. A place that is sacred to me. A spiritual awakening.

What I long for is more connectedness, more opportunities to experience oneness, isn’t this my natural state of being? I have piled so much stuff on top of that, that feeling of connectedness is the exception.   Well no more,  I know chipping away at the cement Buddha, letting go of an out of control ego is key.  Ha! Any wonder why this mastermind course appeals to me?

What have I learned?  Habits that no longer serve me, the programs running in the background field rob me of precious time and energy and unless I become aware of what I am thinking and apply the principles I am learning, nothing will change.  I am willing to let go and break up the cement   Bring it on!

 

Week 4 – the loop

Week 3 – gratitude

Looking for my strengths and magnifying them instead of focusing on my weaknesses.    What is gratitude?  Robert Emmons, perhaps the world’s leading scientific expert on gratitude, argues that gratitude has two key components, which he describes in a Greater Good essay, “Why Gratitude is Good.”   First, he writes, it is an affirmation of goodness.  We affirm that there are good things in the world, gifts and benefits we’ve received.”  In the second part of gratitude, he explains, “we recognize that the sources of this goodness are outside of ourselves. We acknowledge that other people – or even higher powers, if you are of a religious mindset-gave us many gifts, big and small, to help us achieve the goodness in our lives.” Emmons goes on to say for gratitude to flourish  the key, is to see all of life as a gift.- An excerpt taken from Greater Good Magazine.

According to my energy guru, to have more divine grace in your life you must be truly grateful.  This week has brought up some resistance to doing “the work”. I am grateful, Initially, I had told myself I would audit, I wouldn’t jump back in the frying pan, go at my own pace. I realized my “habits” are still rather entrenched. So for more structure, I have a great guide. I am sure he never sleeps.  My revised DMP still doesn’t seem to capture the essence of the life I am wanting to create. (Should I be imprinting subby with something less than perfect? I am at a loss how to make sacrifices seem less negative.  Last year, I was so overwhelmed getting the technology set up, I felt like I just put stuff down to keep moving forward.  I am grateful.

Mark J is rather amazing and I know he has been doing this a long time, but one gets the feeling, he just knows that you skipped last night’s read, or haven’t read the blue print builder with “vigor”.   I am grateful.

I am truly grateful for all the grace in my life💕

 

 

Week 2 – Looking Deep

This week I am looking deep to refine my DMP.  What do I want to create in my life? I hold the pen in my hand, poised, awaiting the information to download. Nothing is happening.  How is that even possible? I have been given the opportunity to say what I want, the tools to make it happen and I am not sure? It would be logical to say: What are your gifts, your God given talents, perhaps build on that.

I have at least gotten started. I know pushing the rock uphill is the hardest part and that once it gets to rolling, it is all downhill from there. Well, I am going for it, I didn’t start not to finish and with the help of a mastermind I will succeed!

 

 

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Week 1 -2017

Hoorah!!! I am taking the MKMMA course again, I learned a lot last year and was successful in changing the way I think – a little bit, yet any change is really huge! I want more, so here I am, round two. I considered just auditing the course and changed my mind as I really want to push myself to the next level.

Love the improvements in the course and thrilled with the idea of working with a mentor. Happy to be here!

Week 24 – The Nature of Things

This week I have been paying particular attention to being the observer.  I also felt inspired to focus on “transcending illusion” and “letting  go of fear”. How has this helped me this week?  In reading the work of Haanel, which I love, he constantly reminds us to focus on our true nature, which is perfection. What is in our minds, our thoughts, is in the mind of every cell in our body. Focus on lack and limitation and with mathematical certainty, that will be the results you get.  We have learned that we must change our mind to change our world. Look to the world within.  “How gold in the mind may be transmuted to gold in the heart and hand?”

During the last 24 weeks, thanks to the relentless dedication that Mark and Davene have passionately delivered throughout this amazing course, I have become a much better observer and can begin to see how gold in the mind can be transmuted.

I study with a great energy guru. I have been receiving energy transmissions for the last six years. He says very much the same as all the great masters we have been introduced to during this course. I am beginning to understand. He always says the orange isn’t trying to be an apple. It is happy to be an orange.  He has also been saying that the wealth of the universe is all around and in us but “we” must implement this wealth. Simply to have is not enough, what is needed is the “connection”. That is the strength and the beauty of this course. It is the implementation that I did not have. I never understood why one needs to understand the principles of the universe, the laws of the mind, the awareness of living by habit rather than free will.  Habits – boy that is big!  Compass versus clock. I am beginning to understand the importance of the law of giving and receiving. The cement is breaking free, I have the wealth, I am the wealth and now it is time to implement.

Like the tiny hummingbird who fearlessly goes about doing what hummingbirds do. Let me be like the hummingbird. The bird that worries not about the branch. The athlete who despite what the world may consider “handicaps” changes the meaning of the word to “specially abled”and literally changes the world. Why not me? I am humbled and so very grateful to this course for giving me the tools to change my mind. I heard recently someone say they pray that God will make them more deserving. I understand with higher consciousness everything changes and yes with God all things are possible. Yet, that statement didn’t resonate with me. God gives me the wealth and it’s my job to share with the world. Through happy knack, attitude, being responsible, taking initiative, masterminding – these are the tools to become more deserving.  I can BE deserving by being willing to change. It is what we have done for ourselves for the last 24 weeks. The guy/gal in the glass, all the exercises allow that wealth, the golden buddha to shine and you can have the wealth but without the implementation, nothing changes. You are stuck in your habits.

Thank you for the great videos, the passion in driving these truths home.  The human spirit is amazing. The human body miraculous. BE THE CHANGE YOU WANT TO SEE IN THE WORLD.

Thank you mastermind group for holding the space.

in gratitude…

Week 23 – Enthusiasm

YES! This week my virtue is Enthusiasm. What a fabulous word. It is one word that implies to me, a multitude of words. The most appropriate definition for my purpose is:

 en·thu·si·asm
inˈTH(y)o͞ozēˌazəm,enˈTH(y)o͞ozēˌazəm/
noun
1.intense and eager enjoyment, interest, or approval.
“her energy and enthusiasm for life”
synonyms: eagerness, keenness, ardor, fervor, passion, zeal, zest, gusto, energy, verve, vigor, vehemence, fire, spirit, avidity; wholeheartedness, commitment, willingness, devotion, earnestness; informalget-up-and-go
“she worked with enthusiasm”

This week I have worked with enthusiasm. It is in perfect harmony with the biggest gift this course has given me, which is, to be totally present with everything I do. I am pretty good at being able to master that in my work, the rest of the time, not so much. The P’s come in handy there.This week I have greeted each day with more enthusiasm than I normally muster and the proof is in the pudding as they say. The law of giving and receiving, and giving first.  The more I give enthusiasm, the more I receive.

In our scroll this month Og writes: ” If I bring joy and enthusiasm and brightness and laughter to my customers they will react with joy and enthusiasm and brightness and laughter and my weather will produce a harvest of sales and a granary of gold for me. Indeed this is true.

Looking at the synonyms for this word, who can resist enthusiasm?

Week 22a – Imagination or Lack of…..

This is an unusual post for me as I can only “imagine” I have what others have called “writers block”. This could be a direct result of my lack of self directness this week.  So I have learned.  I cannot fall off the wagon and expect the magical place that I have been enjoying to continue . Therefore,  I am rededicating my self to this journey.

I am sure this lack of imagination is a temporary state of mind and in looking for something  to support my Franklin Makeover virtue this week –  Imagination, I found this commencement speech  J.K.Rowling made to the 2008 Harvard graduating class. It is fabulous of course.   I hope you enjoy!

The Fringe Benefits of Failure, and the Importance of Imagination

J.K. ROWLING, author of the best-selling Harry Potter book series, delivers her Commencement Address, “The Fringe Benefits of Failure, and the Importance of Imagination,” at the Annual Meeting of the Harvard Alumni Association. For more on the 2008 Commencement Exercises, read “University Magic.”

Text as delivered follows.
Copyright of JK Rowling, June 2008

President Faust, members of the Harvard Corporation and the Board of Overseers, members of the faculty, proud parents, and, above all, graduates.

The first thing I would like to say is ‘thank you.’ Not only has Harvard given me an extraordinary honour, but the weeks of fear and nausea I have endured at the thought of giving this commencement address have made me lose weight. A win-win situation! Now all I have to do is take deep breaths, squint at the red banners and convince myself that I am at the world’s largest Gryffindor reunion.

Delivering a commencement address is a great responsibility; or so I thought until I cast my mind back to my own graduation. The commencement speaker that day was the distinguished British philosopher Baroness Mary Warnock. Reflecting on her speech has helped me enormously in writing this one, because it turns out that I can’t remember a single word she said. This liberating discovery enables me to proceed without any fear that I might inadvertently influence you to abandon promising careers in business, the law or politics for the giddy delights of becoming a gay wizard.

You see? If all you remember in years to come is the ‘gay wizard’ joke, I’ve come out ahead of Baroness Mary Warnock. Achievable goals: the first step to self improvement.

Actually, I have wracked my mind and heart for what I ought to say to you today. I have asked myself what I wish I had known at my own graduation, and what important lessons I have learned in the 21 years that have expired between that day and this.

I have come up with two answers. On this wonderful day when we are gathered together to celebrate your academic success, I have decided to talk to you about the benefits of failure. And as you stand on the threshold of what is sometimes called ‘real life’, I want to extol the crucial importance of imagination.

These may seem quixotic or paradoxical choices, but please bear with me.

Looking back at the 21-year-old that I was at graduation, is a slightly uncomfortable experience for the 42-year-old that she has become. Half my lifetime ago, I was striking an uneasy balance between the ambition I had for myself, and what those closest to me expected of me.

I was convinced that the only thing I wanted to do, ever, was to write novels. However, my parents, both of whom came from impoverished backgrounds and neither of whom had been to college, took the view that my overactive imagination was an amusing personal quirk that would never pay a mortgage, or secure a pension. I know that the irony strikes with the force of a cartoon anvil, now.

So they hoped that I would take a vocational degree; I wanted to study English Literature. A compromise was reached that in retrospect satisfied nobody, and I went up to study Modern Languages. Hardly had my parents’ car rounded the corner at the end of the road than I ditched German and scuttled off down the Classics corridor.

I cannot remember telling my parents that I was studying Classics; they might well have found out for the first time on graduation day. Of all the subjects on this planet, I think they would have been hard put to name one less useful than Greek mythology when it came to securing the keys to an executive bathroom.

I would like to make it clear, in parenthesis, that I do not blame my parents for their point of view. There is an expiry date on blaming your parents for steering you in the wrong direction; the moment you are old enough to take the wheel, responsibility lies with you. What is more, I cannot criticise my parents for hoping that I would never experience poverty. They had been poor themselves, and I have since been poor, and I quite agree with them that it is not an ennobling experience. Poverty entails fear, and stress, and sometimes depression; it means a thousand petty humiliations and hardships. Climbing out of poverty by your own efforts, that is indeed something on which to pride yourself, but poverty itself is romanticised only by fools.

What I feared most for myself at your age was not poverty, but failure.

At your age, in spite of a distinct lack of motivation at university, where I had spent far too long in the coffee bar writing stories, and far too little time at lectures, I had a knack for passing examinations, and that, for years, had been the measure of success in my life and that of my peers.

I am not dull enough to suppose that because you are young, gifted and well-educated, you have never known hardship or heartbreak. Talent and intelligence never yet inoculated anyone against the caprice of the Fates, and I do not for a moment suppose that everyone here has enjoyed an existence of unruffled privilege and contentment.

However, the fact that you are graduating from Harvard suggests that you are not very well-acquainted with failure. You might be driven by a fear of failure quite as much as a desire for success. Indeed, your conception of failure might not be too far from the average person’s idea of success, so high have you already flown.

Ultimately, we all have to decide for ourselves what constitutes failure, but the world is quite eager to give you a set of criteria if you let it. So I think it fair to say that by any conventional measure, a mere seven years after my graduation day, I had failed on an epic scale. An exceptionally short-lived marriage had imploded, and I was jobless, a lone parent, and as poor as it is possible to be in modern Britain, without being homeless. The fears that my parents had had for me, and that I had had for myself, had both come to pass, and by every usual standard, I was the biggest failure I knew.

Now, I am not going to stand here and tell you that failure is fun. That period of my life was a dark one, and I had no idea that there was going to be what the press has since represented as a kind of fairy tale resolution. I had no idea then how far the tunnel extended, and for a long time, any light at the end of it was a hope rather than a reality.

So why do I talk about the benefits of failure? Simply because failure meant a stripping away of the inessential. I stopped pretending to myself that I was anything other than what I was, and began to direct all my energy into finishing the only work that mattered to me. Had I really succeeded at anything else, I might never have found the determination to succeed in the one arena I believed I truly belonged. I was set free, because my greatest fear had been realised, and I was still alive, and I still had a daughter whom I adored, and I had an old typewriter and a big idea. And so rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.

You might never fail on the scale I did, but some failure in life is inevitable. It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all – in which case, you fail by default.

Failure gave me an inner security that I had never attained by passing examinations. Failure taught me things about myself that I could have learned no other way. I discovered that I had a strong will, and more discipline than I had suspected; I also found out that I had friends whose value was truly above the price of rubies.

The knowledge that you have emerged wiser and stronger from setbacks means that you are, ever after, secure in your ability to survive. You will never truly know yourself, or the strength of your relationships, until both have been tested by adversity. Such knowledge is a true gift, for all that it is painfully won, and it has been worth more than any qualification I ever earned.

So given a Time Turner, I would tell my 21-year-old self that personal happiness lies in knowing that life is not a check-list of acquisition or achievement. Your qualifications, your CV, are not your life, though you will meet many people of my age and older who confuse the two. Life is difficult, and complicated, and beyond anyone’s total control, and the humility to know that will enable you to survive its vicissitudes.

Now you might think that I chose my second theme, the importance of imagination, because of the part it played in rebuilding my life, but that is not wholly so. Though I personally will defend the value of bedtime stories to my last gasp, I have learned to value imagination in a much broader sense. Imagination is not only the uniquely human capacity to envision that which is not, and therefore the fount of all invention and innovation. In its arguably most transformative and revelatory capacity, it is the power that enables us to empathise with humans whose experiences we have never shared.

One of the greatest formative experiences of my life preceded Harry Potter, though it informed much of what I subsequently wrote in those books. This revelation came in the form of one of my earliest day jobs. Though I was sloping off to write stories during my lunch hours, I paid the rent in my early 20s by working at the African research department at Amnesty International’s headquarters in London.

There in my little office I read hastily scribbled letters smuggled out of totalitarian regimes by men and women who were risking imprisonment to inform the outside world of what was happening to them. I saw photographs of those who had disappeared without trace, sent to Amnesty by their desperate families and friends. I read the testimony of torture victims and saw pictures of their injuries. I opened handwritten, eye-witness accounts of summary trials and executions, of kidnappings and rapes.

Many of my co-workers were ex-political prisoners, people who had been displaced from their homes, or fled into exile, because they had the temerity to speak against their governments. Visitors to our offices included those who had come to give information, or to try and find out what had happened to those they had left behind.

I shall never forget the African torture victim, a young man no older than I was at the time, who had become mentally ill after all he had endured in his homeland. He trembled uncontrollably as he spoke into a video camera about the brutality inflicted upon him. He was a foot taller than I was, and seemed as fragile as a child. I was given the job of escorting him back to the Underground Station afterwards, and this man whose life had been shattered by cruelty took my hand with exquisite courtesy, and wished me future happiness.

And as long as I live I shall remember walking along an empty corridor and suddenly hearing, from behind a closed door, a scream of pain and horror such as I have never heard since. The door opened, and the researcher poked out her head and told me to run and make a hot drink for the young man sitting with her. She had just had to give him the news that in retaliation for his own outspokenness against his country’s regime, his mother had been seized and executed.

Every day of my working week in my early 20s I was reminded how incredibly fortunate I was, to live in a country with a democratically elected government, where legal representation and a public trial were the rights of everyone.

Every day, I saw more evidence about the evils humankind will inflict on their fellow humans, to gain or maintain power. I began to have nightmares, literal nightmares, about some of the things I saw, heard, and read.

And yet I also learned more about human goodness at Amnesty International than I had ever known before.

Amnesty mobilises thousands of people who have never been tortured or imprisoned for their beliefs to act on behalf of those who have. The power of human empathy, leading to collective action, saves lives, and frees prisoners. Ordinary people, whose personal well-being and security are assured, join together in huge numbers to save people they do not know, and will never meet. My small participation in that process was one of the most humbling and inspiring experiences of my life.

Unlike any other creature on this planet, humans can learn and understand, without having experienced. They can think themselves into other people’s places.

Of course, this is a power, like my brand of fictional magic, that is morally neutral. One might use such an ability to manipulate, or control, just as much as to understand or sympathise.

And many prefer not to exercise their imaginations at all. They choose to remain comfortably within the bounds of their own experience, never troubling to wonder how it would feel to have been born other than they are. They can refuse to hear screams or to peer inside cages; they can close their minds and hearts to any suffering that does not touch them personally; they can refuse to know.

I might be tempted to envy people who can live that way, except that I do not think they have any fewer nightmares than I do. Choosing to live in narrow spaces leads to a form of mental agoraphobia, and that brings its own terrors. I think the wilfully unimaginative see more monsters. They are often more afraid.

What is more, those who choose not to empathise enable real monsters. For without ever committing an act of outright evil ourselves, we collude with it, through our own apathy.

One of the many things I learned at the end of that Classics corridor down which I ventured at the age of 18, in search of something I could not then define, was this, written by the Greek author Plutarch: What we achieve inwardly will change outer reality.

That is an astonishing statement and yet proven a thousand times every day of our lives. It expresses, in part, our inescapable connection with the outside world, the fact that we touch other people’s lives simply by existing.

But how much more are you, Harvard graduates of 2008, likely to touch other people’s lives? Your intelligence, your capacity for hard work, the education you have earned and received, give you unique status, and unique responsibilities. Even your nationality sets you apart. The great majority of you belong to the world’s only remaining superpower. The way you vote, the way you live, the way you protest, the pressure you bring to bear on your government, has an impact way beyond your borders. That is your privilege, and your burden.

If you choose to use your status and influence to raise your voice on behalf of those who have no voice; if you choose to identify not only with the powerful, but with the powerless; if you retain the ability to imagine yourself into the lives of those who do not have your advantages, then it will not only be your proud families who celebrate your existence, but thousands and millions of people whose reality you have helped change. We do not need magic to change the world, we carry all the power we need inside ourselves already: we have the power to imagine better.

I am nearly finished. I have one last hope for you, which is something that I already had at 21. The friends with whom I sat on graduation day have been my friends for life. They are my children’s godparents, the people to whom I’ve been able to turn in times of trouble, people who have been kind enough not to sue me when I took their names for Death Eaters. At our graduation we were bound by enormous affection, by our shared experience of a time that could never come again, and, of course, by the knowledge that we held certain photographic evidence that would be exceptionally valuable if any of us ran for Prime Minister.

So today, I wish you nothing better than similar friendships. And tomorrow, I hope that even if you remember not a single word of mine, you remember those of Seneca, another of those old Romans I met when I fled down the Classics corridor, in retreat from career ladders, in search of ancient wisdom:
As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters.
I wish you all very good lives. Thank you very much.