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There comes a time when a man must stand on his own

Face his demons

 

He must ignore external influences

And distractions

 

He must listen to his inner self

And then he must listen to the silence

 

Whatever has brought me to this point

Must be thrown away

 

Whatever plans I have for the future

Must be set aside

 

I accept the tasks in front of me

They are mine

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Isha and Sadhguru (part 2) Amma

Previous Post: Isha and Sadhguru (part 1) Guru Positioning System

I email my new friend that I think that some of my hesitation with IE was that I was afraid that if I followed SG I would need to leave my family and friends.   Silly thoughts, but those are ones I had at the time.  This was new to me, and I was wary of what was happening.

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Feet – Santa – Salesmen – Keep One – Ask – Meta Memory – Superheros

I don’t really see my feet when I am walking.  I wonder if they are really there or if they are there only when I am looking at them.  It is the thought of the feet that propels me forward, not the feet themselves.  My idea of how a foot behaves in conjunction with the rest of my body that I cannot see.  Obviously, if you start with feet, then you have to move on to everything else.  Good luck.


My wife’s mom wants to take our kids to see “Rise of the Guardians” this weekend and we took a look at the trailer to see what it is about.  It looks to give a backstory to some of the mythical creatures that a lot of us believed in while growing up and then follows them on a quest to defeat the boogeyman.  It looks pretty cool and I am a little jealous that the in-laws are taking them, but they may want to see it again.  It got me thinking about what it was like to actually believe in something that seems really absurd now that we are adults.  The wonder that they feel and they see the proof that the belief exists because they get presents, or their tooth is not there the next morning.  What it must be like to have that wonder. And of course that got me drawing parallels to religions.  We see signs of something.  Something that makes us believe or things that make us not believe.  It can be blind faith, scientific fact, or years of research; but there is still that feeling that justifies our understanding of the universe.

But what if those feelings or signs are just like the presents on Christmas.  They are real to us and we have reasoned an explanation in our mind based on things that we have been told.   What if there is some force putting signs out for us?  Different signs for different people.  But at one time or another we see or feel those signs, whatever we need that proof or disproof to be.  What is the force putting those signs out there?  The only answer that rings true is the cosmos, and just like parents help give us beliefs to help experience the world, the cosmos is doing the same for us.  It is giving us what we need to experience the universe.  We are children of the cosmos.  We are the same as the cosmos itself.


It amazes me how salesmen have the ability to use words to get you to do or think what they want you to do or think.  They play to what they think you want to hear to allow you to trust them.  And they don’t have to be selling a physical product.  They don’t even have to be selling for a company.  They can just be selling themselves.


Keep at least one for yourself


If you want to know what someone thinks about you, ask.   If someone asks you, tell them.


Our memory seems to be a pointer to just a piece of the full memory.  It is minimal information that we use as a reference point.  Maybe it is just at first a feeling that we then think of a situation that reminds us of that feeling.  It stands as a marker and we expand upon that.  We make it bigger until it spawns out and suits our view of the world and ourselves.  It seems key to let go of that.  The need to identify with the feeling.


My kids are superheros.

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