Archive | November 2017

Tipping Points versus Faith

I have been listening lately a lot to Abraham Hicks recordings. Some of it sounds faith-based (just believe and it will happen), which I know from personal experience is simply false. If prayer actually worked, my life would be very, very different from what it is. I’ve seen too many people “have faith” and take zero responsibility for their lives. “The Lord will provide,” they say. Tell that to the six million Jews in the Holocaust.

Why do I think Abraham/Hicks are on to something? Because they talk about finding the good feeling and tipping points. Feeling good is always better than feeling like crap. Taking responsibility for how one feels is the ultimate in taking responsibility for oneself.

Tipping points are fascinating and real. This is how they work: you input something into a container (your mind, the world, whatever) and keep adding into it and eventually, and often quite suddenly, things change permanently. Think Archimedes in the tub. Why should a metal ship float on lighter water? He thought and thought and thought…and then relaxed in the tub. The dots were all in his left brain, he relaxed, the dots moved over to his right brain, and voila! They instantly connected. He did the work first but could not force a solution (the displacement of water). It had nothing to do with faith. He did the work. But could not force a result.

Socially, I think we are looking at many similar situations. Elections are the perfect example. In my opinion, the results of the 2016 and 2017 elections happened that way. Conservatives were pissed for many years and every single one of them voted and now Trump is President. Fast forward to 2017 and now the liberals are equally pissed and made huge strides. You don’t see the day-to-day emotions of every single voter, but you see the final result on election day. Things are happening behind the scenes. Faith not required or relevant.

I think I am seeing results from strange directions. For example, a few months ago this one girl at the Blessing was annoying me. I wanted her gone, but, to some degree, this was none of my business. Then, about six weeks ago, she was rude to someone else and was told she couldn’t act like that. She could not promise to do it again, so she decided not to come back. I got my way and didn’t have to life a finger! This was not how I expected things to go down.

Also, a few months ago, I thought it would be nice if there weren’t so many people competing for the one washer and dryer on our end of the building. About a week ago, someone broke into the laundry rooms and raided the money from the machines. So management disabled the machines and everyone is now going elsewhere to do their laundry. Nobody in their right mind is going to move into an apartment complex that has no laundry facilities. My neighbors are livid. People just may start to move out. I guess I got my way!

The point is that I am getting some of what I want, but not in the ways I expected. I am trying to figure this out. I seem to create the what and have nothing to do with the how. I am not understanding how this works. At all.

All I know is that I have spent years feeling like crap. Faith is a joke. Prayer is simply Christians telling themselves what they want to hear. Been there, done that.

Perhaps I am just telling myself what I want to hear. I’m just doing it with my eyes wide open and my goal is crystal clear: to feel good.

Meanwhile, I can increase various skills and make myself more valuable in the job market. You have to collect the dots before you can connect them. This is something I have learned. I have had personal experiences with sudden insight. I know how this works and am now applying it to every area of my life. One day, you read something you have read dozens of times and suddenly understand how it applies to every level of your life.

Whoever does hire me is going to be very lucky and they have no idea.

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Learning to Focus

I am learning to be very particular about what I want to think about. It is just too easy to get depressed. I can’t go there anymore because “there” has nothing for me. I know what it’s like to not want to live. I know what it’s like to not be able to find a job. I know what it’s like to need help, be promised help, and then receive none. I don’t need to relearn those lessons.

Given the unbelievable slowness of time lately, I have had to be specific about what I want. It is too easy to “go with the flow” and not be deliberate about what I think about.

I think of today as yesterday’s creation. My goal is to do a lot less observing and a lot more imagining.

What I really want is to get on board the wave of change. Change is the only thing one can count on and I want to use it to my benefit.

What other people think is not the point. I reached that point a couple years ago. If they aren’t going to help, they don’t get a vote! Their opinions are worthless.

I am going to think new thoughts.

Long Nights

Time has been going unbelievably slowly lately. So I’ve gotten a lot done. I’ve been studying my MS Office. And listening to many law of attraction and binaural beat recordings.

I am looking for things that get me excited. I am having a hard time at this. Part of this is my history of over-involvement with things that offer me nothing. Getting my emotional ass kicked by subconscious unmet emotional needs.

The last time I got really excited by anything was when I discovered Eastern Orthodoxy. It met my current (at that time) intellectual questions and provided the structure I craved. I went looking for hesychia (silence and stillness) and found a Greek country club. I looked for structure and found a pastor incapable of being supportive of any opinion that he had not previously approved.

The upside is that the Greek Orthodox church cured me of my religious addiction. Permanently.

The downside is that I am wary of anything that excites me. How do I know I’m not just going on another emotional roller coaster that ends with me still (and always) being responsible for everything in my life, as well as now having made a new huge commitment that has zero ability to meet any real-world need of mine? I can’t blame others. I was attracted to this crap. It’s all me.

But I have to find something to get enthusiastic about. Life without any positive expectation whatsoever has no color or interest. Kill me now. I need a new perspective. Badly. Otherwise, I am so depressed that I can’t find a job that I pray not to wake up.

Meanwhile, the nights crawl by. But I can at least do some serious reading and listening. I need a new direction. I feel like the momentum is g-o-n-e. Perhaps this works for the best, but it’s hard to have perspective at the bottom of the valley.

The Underbelly of Change

It hit me last night that every issue in my life is about change. Too fast, too slow, my degree of control within a given situation, and the corporate concept of “change management” (which may simply be delusional). Perhaps one can manage one’s response to change, but manage change itself? I am not convinced.

What I am obsessed with right now is the superficial versus deeper levels of reality. Depth, intuition, inner knowing, stillness, etc., are all right brain endeavors. Quantum entanglement, the spiritual world, and nature all operate in this realm.

But people are so overwhelmed that all they typically see is the topmost layer. And then the surface changes and almost everyone is shocked. The people not shocked are the ones paying attention to the quiet details that most overlook. I’ve seen it with Michigan’s economy. The jobs stopped paying a living wage, thereby driving away educated career-minded job-seekers. Now that there are more jobs, there are almost no qualified people to fill them. When there were no jobs, nobody noticed exodus of educated young people. I saw what was happening with every U-Haul. I knew those people weren’t moving to Lansing.

Another realm is with Barry’s health. I’ve seen this with other people’s health. Someone’s immune system goes downhill very, very slowly. There is no disruption to the routine. Everything goes on like it always has. Then, the person gets a cold (or some other normally inconsequential malady) and dies. The family is shocked. But they were doing so well! What happened? The changes were going on beneath the surface. I believe Barry could go on like this for a few years, catch a cold, and perish. Michigan winters are brutal. On everyone. I do not know the timing because I am not in his body. I know his cough is getting worse, but that’s been true for a while. I just don’t know.

My emphasis right now is improving myself. I am meditating a lot, trying to spark my intuition. I am studying Word, Excel, and Access. Part of that is because I know that when I start working, I will have zero energy to essentially do homework while taking care of Barry. When I do find volunteer work or paying work, everything could change quickly.

On the surface, absolutely nothing is changing. The lack of change has made me wonder if I was a serial killer in a previous life. To feel this stuck for so long is not even real sometimes. The lack of change is what makes me wonder if I am cursed or if there is some bizarre lesson I need to learn. I never thought it would this hard to find volunteer work.

What I know is that when change seems sudden, it only generally seems so to the people not paying attention. The surface has collapsed, but often those “in the know” have been watching the process for years. I’m not saying there are never surprises, but most shocking things happen after long years of something consistently not being addressed. That’s my opinion. Remember Columbine? Klebold and Harris had been picked on for years. You never know what state of mind someone is in when when you speak to them.

I truly feel that part of my purpose in life is to help midwife (or hospice) people and organizations through change. I see hospice workers as midwives to the other side. I feel like I have been preparing for this my whole life. Every ending is a beginning. Imagine if everyone ever alive was still alive and no one had ever died. No cemeteries. Talk about the family reunions from hell! Eight-hundred-year-old relatives telling you about when they helped build that Gothic cathedral in France.

I want to understand more about “manifestation” because I have never been able to get things from my mind to successfully give me what I need. I feel like I make all the right effort…to no avail.  I have not mastered getting things from the invisible realm to real life.

Change is reality. I’m trying to take responsibility for the things I can. Impermanence is one of the Buddhist three marks of reality, along with no-self and suffering. It is the bedrock I am building my life upon.