You think the Universe is like a big auntie, God is a wise uncle, and Creation is a loving something. Whoever they are, they know all about each other, hear all of us (except those who think they don't exist), take applications during working hours, which is always, strictly give only upon request, and otherwise don't really care about us. However, if in our understanding they love us, then in life it seems to be true…
On one hand, I completely understand the desire of the people close to you to always see us happy and soaring. But, on the other hand, a person cannot constantly remain in a blissful state. Those who are constantly smiling are called idiots for a reason. Not an idiot will inevitably experience periods of decline and moments of weakness.
Actually, everything I'm going to write about has long been written and said many times in various forms. I won't say anything new for the world. But all of this is new to me. No, not that we can throw an order into the Universe and it will return as reality. What's new to me in this process is the amazing, unfamiliar sensation of realization at some deep level of how it actually works.
Osho once elaborated quite well in one of his books (and it's known that most, if not all, of his books are nothing but transcripts of his speeches) about how "The giver should be grateful." He gave an example of a rich man who brought a bag of money to some guru.
I'm not talking about wearing pants backward or sleeping upside down. I'm talking about the discomfort within. Since growth is always associated with stepping out of the familiar cozy 'comfort zone', in order to grow, you need to always (or at least most of the time, outside of sleep) feel the challenge.
It's a bit strange how the meaning of the well-known phrase 'The road to hell is paved with good intentions' has been so twisted… Well, you can't possibly interpret it so literally! The essence of it is not that if you have good intentions, you'll inevitably end up in hell… And it's certainly not about how every good intention harbors a bunch of bad ones…
Survival
Almost constant worry – about various issues: whether there will be enough money, whether the spouse will leave, whether the spouse will cheat, whether the children will get sick, whether I will start aging earlier, whether I will be perceived as ugly, whether I will gain weight, whether I will lose potency, whether I will be fired, whether I will recoup my investment, whether my partner will back out of the deal, whether there will be a bad harvest, whether the oil price will spike…
I have been contemplating how to arrange things so that both love and pigeons, well, you know what I mean…
I approached it from the perspective of the space of possibilities. As is known (I don't know about you, but for me – yes), we live in a space of possibilities – infinite ones – and we each choose from them according to our thoughts and feelings.
Of course, I had to consider it from various aspects, practice, study it in depth, and test it practically at the deepest level - in my life, in communication with people, and in the business process, I had to break through several stumbling blocks.
Life is empty and meaningless. Meanings are invented by ourselves. And only what has passed the test of objective factors—space, time, and continuity—is considered real. EVERYTHING else (which can only be subjectively tested for reality)—feelings, forecasts, fears, hopes, anxieties—is deemed unreal
I'm reading this amazing book by Joe Vitale Zero Limits. Joe is that guy from the movie The Secret who talked about being broke in Dallas for 15 years. And then, bam - suddenly became rich. Well, lots of other cool stuff happened to him too. But this book isn't about how he got rich.
The production of the hormone of happiness is provoked by what is called mindset - thoughts, roughly speaking. In other words, happiness is born in relation. This is a priori. What kind of attitude is needed to be happy and to produce this hormone of happiness.
I had to identify several areas of my life and rate them on a ten-point scale based on how well they were functioning. I found only two areas (out of 10!) that were working better than a 4. On a ten-point scale!
I have been listening to a series of interviews with James Ray, who participated in the movie "The Secret." As always, he gives a lot of analogies, and I love analogies as visuals: I can immediately imagine the mechanism of what is actually happening and remember the metaphorical meaning.
Have you ever felt intoxicated by such perfumes as Michael, Marc Jacobs, Flora by Gucci, Fragile By Jean Paul Gaultier? These are some of the sexiest women’s scents on the market, and all of them have something in common – one of their main notes is the tuberose. I believe that tuberose creates an unforgettable strong aroma that may not leave anybody indifferent. It allures, it's irresistible, it's hot, it's enchanting.
Even the most beloved person is just a part of my vast, boundless World. To say that they are the entire World means greatly narrowing this boundless World down to just one beloved person. Firstly, it's a conscious global limitation of oneself, depriving oneself of all the possible riches that the World can offer us.
We strongly concentrate our understanding of love as a process directed towards one person, whereas love is a state that is available to us at any moment because life is love. We are not open enough if we allow ourselves to squeeze out a tiny bit of love for one person when we can open up to the whole world.
Once, a human naively assumed himself to be nothing less than the king of nature. No, enough of that! King! Let him be released into the open field, face to face with the king of beasts, and I believe, to our mutual regret, there will be no boundaries because Mr. Lion will devour the imaginary crown-bearer and leave no bones, the scoundrel.
I envisioned the state in which the majority of bottoms (depression, negativity) find themselves as such "hell" (which is not as frightening as it seems). Negative thoughts, fears, doubts, and uncertainty prevail. There's little positivity, although paradise is close, so sometimes there's a flicker of light at the end of the tunnel or even its gentle touch.
Attention. I'm unveiling the existential mystery of existence to the general public. Life is not a given, governed by ironclad rules and possessing its own will. Life is like a piece of clay, obedient in the hands of its creator (me, you, him, her, them, by them, for them, and so on).
Always expect pleasant surprises from yourself, wherever you go.
If failure unexpectedly comes your way, do everything to ignore it, or if that's not possible, convince yourself and everyone else around you that it's just a fluke and will soon pass. After all, any failure is a sure sign that an awesome success is just around the corner!...
On a glorious summer day, I was driving, lost in thoughts about my own complexes, clearly intending to sort them out. I've noticed more than once that as soon as I wish for something and relax, continuing to live as I always have, magically everything comes true.
Many of us perceive happiness differently. Perhaps those who find the simplest forms of satisfaction - money, fame, power - conclude their search. Unfortunately, if humans didn't evolve, I could say, "Thank God!" But eventually, the sources of illusionary happiness acquired by such people will reveal their deceptive nature to others and cease to provide pleasure, and the illusion will collapse.
Love is openness. When the heart is open, there are no defenses, you are laid bare… Such openness implies total trust in the world. And in my life, I've never had problems with such openness.
You wander through the world, touching other people. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes it's hot. Sometimes it's cold. Sometimes it's warm and gentle. Sometimes it even seems forever. But time passes, and you're on the move again.
The person who walks towards themselves and does everything to be true to themselves is worthy of respect by definition. It's not an easy path - the path to oneself. And it's not always grateful. A person grows only until they reach a certain spiritual purity and SINCERITY, it's very difficult for them to socialize - to fit in with this world.
It seems to me that everyone around has his or her own opinion about how the Universe is designed. And I have listened to all their theories - incredibly interesting, of course - and the more I listened to them, the stranger I felt.
Since I believe that the past, present, and future are not some continuation over time, but rather concrete components of the present moment, I began, like a cat with its tongue, to pass through my entire life with thick strokes, straight from childhood, illuminating, like an X-ray, with sunlight all the moments of family and closeness that I experienced, all the signs of lack of love and disconnection in my family.
The soul is born for song and lightness. This world is full of Love. And I want to whirl in it, as in a dance.
But sometimes—who knows what—little hooks grab me and hold on. And I get stuck in the perplexity of the heart. Am I to blame? Did I do something wrong? Am I scared? Did I consider myself unworthy?
To achieve something, the following is necessary…
Clearly understand what the desired outcome should be.
For example, "I want to run in the mornings" is not an outcome. The outcome should be "developing a habit of running in the mornings." The outcome should be measurable in some way.
I hear the creaking of the white swings. And the supports – they are red. I turn my head and slightly open my mouth. I know my mouth looks beautiful this way. I straighten my back. And I am excited. I am so excited that suddenly it seems like I might fall. But I pull myself together and walk past the small lights.
I love it when it starts to darken during the day because there's a heavy leaden cloud hanging overhead, filled with thunder. The branches reach northward under the force of the warm wind, and the grass trembles at my feet.
I agree that it's important to take into account the rules established within the "husband-wife" system (oops, got a bit complicated there, let's simplify). If it's established that "left" is just as natural as "right," then no complaints are accepted.
Being a passionу one, I indeed don't just wish for seductive occurrences in my life, I passionately desire them, permeating these desires with energy and love, joy and hope.
Have you ever noticed those energy vampires around you? They can be beautiful, intelligent, interesting, and charming. In fact, they usually are. Because if they weren't, we wouldn't get caught in their enchanting webs. How we get caught isn't the point: it's easier to capture an unprepared person than to keep them.
I'm not a woman. I'm a wind that wants to escape the limits of rituals, politeness, and "have to's".
I've come close. I can feel it. What I've been searching for so long, I think I've almost found.
Subconscious substitutions of true beliefs with false ones
I want to love. But I'm afraid. Because love brings pain. In the end, I stop wanting to love. I want to love with my heart, but I don't want to with my head.
Who is a talent?
Talent is someone who has some creative abilities. For example, a good voice. Or the ability to draw beautifully. So that others like it. Or here's - the talent of a leader. In general, talent is not such an extraordinary thing. At first glance. But in my opinion, talent is an open channel of creativity.
Once upon a time, there was a Life. One day, someone asked her, "How are you living?" So then, after thinking it over, furrowing her brow and alternating between smirking with her right and left cheek, carefully and thoroughly pondering the question, she finally lifted her smoky eyes, framed by short black lashes, to look at the one who had asked the question before answering...