Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Story of this blog

I wrote this blog for around two years. It's really a journal of principles I used during a trying time in my life. These principles took me from being homeless to an abundant life. I have a home in New England...a car....a truck...TV's...computers...all the stuff I thought was taken away from me. All these things just came to me in a period of under 4 years. You might think 4 years is a long time, but when your life has been reduced to nothing....everything becomes a miracle. 

Along my journey I snagged a job that demanded a lot of my time and blogging become too much. I decided to take a break and wait for my next mission. This led me from living in sunny FL and moving to RI....here in New England I settled down for a bit, helped family in need, started playing some music again and worked on my new crib. 

Now I sit here waiting for direction for my creativity and where I want to take it next. In the meantime I returned to visit this blog and decided that these posts have inspiration and can be a value to others. I plan to continue to share these posts even though I have no plans on writing anymore post for this blog.

It's like some old journals you found and might ask someone close to you to read them. 

Some of these post are on the edgy side, yet at this time I was living on the edge....in my life and in the inner city. Now I am living in the country and my life is more serene and calm. I would now refrain from certain language I used in these post, but during that time in my life it was what was the reality around me and to edit would be to take away from the reality I lived during that period. 

Hope this little blog gives you some inspiration and may it live for a long time!

Thursday, January 21, 2016

Have you been trained to be unhappy?


 



As a baby, the Doctor smacks the shit out of us, we arrived not too happy!



In preschool we pow-wow with the other rug rats and discover we are not so happy with our parents!


The pow-wow evolves into a gang and we graduate to the big kids school we ascertain we are not to happy with our teachers!


After 12 years, (or in my case 9 years and two months), maybe some college, we enter the workforce to discern quickly we are not to happy with our boss. A matter of fact, he or she is turning out to be the biggest ass we have dealt with so far!


Then marriage...like a hot bath tub...once you get in it's not so hot after all. You are shocked that your spouse ain't so happy with you. That makes you not so happy!


What do you do to make it better?


You have Kids! 


Guess what? You ain't so happy with their performance, their attitudes, their choices, and even though you clothe and feed them....they ain't so damn happy with you?

 

The big kicker is you ain't so happy with their teachers either. So when the shit hits the fan you can say, "What the hell they teaching you in that school?"

 

PS: You are unhappy with your children's choice in friends. Especially those of the opposite sex! 


To top things off you are unhappy with your lot in life! You should have acquired much more for your effort. All you have is BILLS and no thrills. You awake every Monday morning feeling that someone has pissed in your Wheaties!


Whose fault is this?


The Government!

Those bastards!

That damn President!


You are sure as hell not happy with them...right?

 

Are you spending most of your life unhappy?

 

Why are we mad at the world?


How do you get happy?

 

 

That simple!


We have been moaning and bitching our entire life. We live in a world with a Media that is intent on keeping us down!


Life is Good!

Have fun today!

Learn to be happy


Friday, September 4, 2015

My experience with the teachings of Wayne Dyer

Once upon a time I was a Youth Minister in a very holy, prim and proper, self-righteous domination. I find it funny that people proudly claim I from this "DOMINATION" , when the entire word comes from dominate. They have control, power, dominion, supremacy, command and CONTROL! Looking back I wonder who would ever sign up for a gig like that? After several years of being controlled by a bunch of old dudes in love with power I booked. I wish I would have read Wayne Dyer's books before screwing up my life joining the ministry. I should have stuck with my friends from the street...I would have been better off in the long run.


While serving as a Youth Minister I landed a gig in this stuffy, boring and very holy church in Roanoke, VA. I fit in like a milk bucket under a bull and screwed the whole gig on a massive level. I was never meant to be a suit and tie minister and hate ties with a deep seeded passion. During that time I wondered into a used book store and for some strange reasons I  bought "Wayne Dyer's: Erroneous Zones" for one dollar. I didn't know who the hell Wayne Dyer was and really don't know why I bought it. I threw it in my stack of books and never got around to reading it.

Many moons later I had left the ministry and was trying to find myself. I had sold or threw away almost every book I had acquired during my 13 years as a man of the cloth. A few survived and was tucked away with some personal stuff in an old dusty box for a few years. I was going through a trail separation with my wife at the time and moved in with my crazy little brother. I was in a spiritual wilderness and felt a great void on the inside. I felt lost, confused, guilty and like a total failure. Leaving the ministry meant leaving all I knew as a young adult and all I had was this little rule breaking street kid inside of me. It was a two edged sword, on one side I wanted freedom and on the other side I felt guilt and shame.

Religious Brainwashing will rack your mind!

I was crashing at my little brother's when I started going through this box. This book I bought nine years earlier...that I had never cracked yet....had this energy roaring from it and was calling me to read it. The book blew my mind and opened my eyes to personal freedom. I started buying every book I could find by this Wayne Dyer dude and grabbed some of his cassette teaching tapes. Reading his books and digging his talks, opened my mind to new possibilities.

Delving and digging into his books introduced me to a host of teachers my closed minded church would have forbid me to read. I discovered Louise Hay, Deepak Chopra, Stuart Wilde, and a host of new thought teachers. 

Wayne Dyer started me on the path. I was no longer part of a controlling tribe, but was walking my own path, confidently progressing towards my dreams. It took me around 15 years to free my mind and discover peace from a life time of religious brainwashing.

I never had a friend I could talk to about this new path of mine. I never belonged to any group or class. Books were my teacher and Wayne kicked the whole thing off. He laid the foundation for the spiritual freedom I now experience.

It was sad when I heard of his passing. I never met him or saw him speak personally; but, his books, his spirit, had been with me for over 17 years. I being a loner on this journey, felt like I had lost one of my best friends. The same way I felt when I heard Stuart died. 

I lost a friend.

Will I miss him?

No!

Wayne and his words are with me everyday!

PS: I posted pics of the young Wayne...that's how us old school dudes remember him best!

Monday, August 3, 2015

The Riches in your Desires

Desire

The starting point of all achievement.The first step towards riches


Think and Grow Rich
By Napoleon Hill
1938



What if to be rich is to merely manifest the desire in your heart?



Can you place a monetary goal on happiness?


People who only pursue money; meaning the core goal behind what they do is just to grab as much cash and what it will purchase, are missing the boat. To me seeking money just to inflate your ego or try to achieve some type of security will take you down a selfish path of greed. Deriving purpose from accumulating money creates a deeper sense of lack. The disease of wanting more chokes out the Spirit. 

People of purpose, who love what they do, will always have enough money. 


You must discover your Spiritual Desire, your Divine Destiny, your purpose in this lifetime. This is the starting point to a rich life.



Your Divine purpose will enrich the lives of others. The enriching of their life returns riches to you.

One painter paints his clients house to make a quick buck. He's fast. He's sloppy. He cuts corners. He leaves a mess. Pays no attention to detail. His goal is snagging your money with the least amount of effort being put out by him. His motivation is greed. Face it...he doesn't give a damn about anything other than getting money from you. Painting your house is only about him getting paid...a way to turn a buck....fudge on quality...get that money and go! He will appear to be the nicest, most awesome, best priced painter in the world. He sales you on his charm and his cheap price. He makes you think he is a good guy and can do the same quality job the other guy can do----but at a way lower price. He will have you thinking he is God's gift to the freakin' world. Because you don't want to pay full price you get him. Because of his charm, your inability to confront him and his web of excuse laden lies....you don't realize how he stuck it too you, until way too late. 

It's not just painter's, they come in all walks and profession of life. Addicted to greed while drowning in a sea of mediocrity...the desire to get something from nothing...a land where there is never enough?

How much do they want?

All of it....they look at what is in your hand, not at what's in your heart. 




Have you ever had the misfortune of hiring a asshole like this?

 

Ever hired a asshole like this...paid them...later found a mistake or something they missed? 

You had a real fun time trying to get them back to fix it?




Another painter paints his clients house to make it beautiful for them. His motivational is the smile on their face, the joy in their heart and the pride he places in his work. He's careful. He takes his time. All his attention is on details. He see flaws the average person doesn't see and is quick to fix it. His goal is not the check. His reward is his perfection of his craft. The feeling of being the best at what he does. The money is not whats due, or owed to him, it's his reward. 



I knew a dude just like this...he never advertised...not even in the Yellow Pages....yet his phone rang off the hook. He never lacked work!



The Spiritual Warrior is aware of his motivations. He has tested his heart. What he offers to the world is his gift. He understands that to be great is to be a servant. His focus is on enriching the life of others. He is more than a mere painter, he is an agent of light.

You must discover your Spiritual Desire.

You must place all your energy behind your gift.

You must place the full brunt of your will behind your offer.

You must place all effort in the mastery of your gift.

The desire has to dominate your life.

Nothing else can matter.

You must determine to enrich the lives of other.

Your riches reside in your desire, your dream, your gift to the world.

Money is only a transfer of energy, 
the reward,
for paying the price,
for serving others ,
for accomplishing your Spiritual goal. 



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Sunday, May 31, 2015

The Prodigal Diaries: Diary Entry Eleven



Diary Entry Eleven:

Prodigals burn bridges.


“But when….”
Luke 15:17

I stand on the mountain overlooking the forgotten valley that is smoldering in smoke. I am gazing at the bridge I just burned. I stand hypnotized as it burns, smokes and discards into the river below. The people who have hurt me are left behind and with the burning of the bridge they can never reach me. The burning of the bridge is the final nail in the coffin. I feel vindicated as I delete their name from my contact list. The relationship is now dead to me and I am ready to run. I attempt to leave my pain behind as I venture into my brave new world.

Deep inside I know the swine of this new world will ceremoniously stab me in the back. How many times will I bleed self-pity and pain? With each new pain in my back I feel my past pains hemorrhage as it depletes my life force. When the old wounds open the haunting of my past begins to emerge. I fester in my self-pity while tears water the thorn bushes of bitterness that chokes my soul. The agony of my past spreads like a cancer while it vividly replays the remorse of past disappointments and failures. 

My Prodigal predispositions kick into overdrive.

I gather all I have and the process of running begins. I now find it quite sad. Why? Because running is all I have, it’s all I grasp, it’s all I own, and it’s the only thing I am good at. It was fun, adventurous and edgy in the beginning, but now I run out of necessity. It is how I attempt to survive the deep seeds of personal pain.
 
I now run, because I am a runner. A runner, running out of places to run.

I am isolated and fearful.

I am alone and lost.

I am blind and devoured by darkness.

My feet make haste and my sin of haste has led me to burn another bridge.

So I stand alone on this mountain top as the flames taste the bridge below. I take a deep toke off of a blunt in a feeble attempt to relax my anxious mind. I exhale seeing the faces of those I hate profiled in the smoke. My hanks are shaking. My mind is racing. The memories of my past burned bridges begin to past through my mind tormenting my future. My hate justifies my actions as I shed my last tear of bitterness. My heart no longer screams of vengeance, but is replaced by a void. This void is a keen sense of desolation. It is a total feeling of isolation. I have overtime worked myself into a corner. I feel trapped in this plane of desolation. 

I have no one in my life.

I have no place to call home.

I have no roots, I’m a rolling stone.

What scares me this time is I don’t know where I am going to run next. Because everywhere I run, there I am. I can’t get away from me.

All I know is a sick feeling is overtaking my stomach as I walk this lonely road. The truth is I don’t know what do. My street savvy macho image I project to others is a lie. Deep inside I am a scared little boy trying to navigate the school playground. You become who you are when no one is around and this lonely road is revealing the real me. I am scared, lonely and afraid. 

Where am I going?

All I know is what I smell, and it is that smell that is making me sick. As I walk to the next town I smell that all too familiar smell.

I smell the pig pen.

I am sickened by the stench of my destiny.

Remember:

A Prodigal gets sick.

Look in the mirror Prodigal:

What you seek is within you.



Sunday, May 24, 2015

Your Affirmations Are Working: My Journey To See The Guy

I Dig Saturdays To The Max

 

 See on Saturdays I go see my guy. He hooks me up with some amazing stuff that makes me feel so good. I also dig the walk into beautiful downtown Ocala, Florida. Can't help but dig the vibe of our sunny days. Something very cool always happens during my journey on the way to the guy.

 I find it enchanting.

 

Spirit sends me a sign, a person or gives me inner words of wisdom.



My guy runs a produce stand at our downtown Ocala Farm Market. I snag a bunch of "God Force" filled produces that gives me a ton of energy. I've been going to the guy for many moons now. He's a powerhouse of positive energy providing a personal service. This fits well with my: "I ain't going to Walmart again" undertaking.


"Screw those dudes I'm going to support the little guy who actually cares about his peoples."



I dig the vibe of a city and consider myself a Urban Taoist....a die hard city dweller. Some souls find peace in nature and I dig those times sparingly. I tried to live in the country and it drove me crazy. It was like cutting an apple in half and watching it turn brown for me. I guess I find it groovy to manifest a ton of Yin while hangin' in a Yang environment.  I love stepping out my door and I'm smack in the Heart Of the City. The reason being is I love people. All shapes, sizes and the more whacked the better. With the Ocala Rainbow Gathering  taking place right down the road I experience random encounters with Hippies that remind me  I'm not as far out as my family thinks. 



Sometimes something very special happens
 

A few weekends ago I was strolling towards Harry's Bar and Grill making my rounds to see a friend of mine who is a very important person. He's the head DMO  baby! That's: Dish Machine Operator! I met him during a season in my life when I arrived at a place of nothing. I was working on manifesting the life of my dreams. From nothing I found a way to create all things. I was believing for simple things then like: FOOD. Without ever asking, ever complaining, ever giving a hint I was starving, or telling him my problems, he just started giving me food. 


Sometimes your Angels will give people a nudge if you keep your mouth shut and believe. 



I'll never forget him. Call it a my code of Taoist honor. I judge a man from his heart, his honor, and the fruit of his soul. I could give a damn about your position in life. I look at your heart. I daily rub shoulders with dishwashers, common folk and millionaires. Everyday. I love them all. Not for what they have on the outside, but what they carry within. That's why he is; and will always be; a very important person in my eyes. 



Once God Starts Blessing You Don't Forget The Ones Used To Help You Through The Storm.



So I am on the way to see my DMO when I see I lady in a wheelchair being pushed by her husband  while their young son followed. I sensed she was going through a battle with cancer and my Spirit Dude felt attracted to them. She looked so frail with her bandanna hiding her loss of hair. I could sense and had experienced her fear first hand during my battle with the diease. Everyone around her was projecting fear and compassion. Sometimes humans express fear at the sight of sickness...because spirits of negativity say: "What if that was you...better run to the Doc about that pain in your side."  So I followed them to the cross walk and was sending healing vibes their way. My Spirit Dude then spoke to me and said, "Speak Words Of Encouragement And Healing to them." So I walked over to them and said:


  " Sir I don't know what your wife is going through, but I am a survivor...I made it through. I just send you all prayers of healing and peace today." Then from within my Spirit I send them a healing vibe. I gently touched her, laying on of hands,  and said "God Bless You." 

 The Lady teared up and said, "Thank You." 


To me that opportunity to used by Spirit was priceless. 



Yesterday while I was walking back to "da crib" from my visit to the Market I felt like my world was surreal and so amazing. I wondered if this was what Heaven is like? For the first time in my life I felt that my affirmations were finally working. I felt like I was the force within. I am now living the life I imagined. I went from believing for food to giving it away. I've been able to bless those who helped me during my journey. All my needs are met before I even ask. Everything is in flow and life is no longer a struggle. I found real and lasting peace.

Then my Spirit Dude spoke to me these words:


Your affirmations have been working for 17 years you just didn't know it. The time you started you had to fight through 36 years of religious and negative programing. You didn't give up. What you are experiencing now is 17 years of positive vibes are transforming your reality. This is no new thing. You just had to get rid of all your stuff. Now it's easy!

 

 


17 years ago my life transformed when I found a man with a Wilde name. His books trained me...led me...inspired me to be a writer.....and his words of wisdom helped me through my darkest hours some 15 years later. I have said the above affirmation daily for 17 years. During my meditation and prayer time today this one hit me. It is the first affirmation in my deck of 3x5 cards.

 

 I felt to tell you this:

Your Affirmations Are Working! 

 

 

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Wednesday, April 8, 2015

R U Missing? From "You Clicked"


 Oh, there you are.
I have been waiting.
I view life as a Spiritual Journey and we are all here for a reason, right?
During my youth I began to question everything I believe. Where did it come from and was it correct? Everything I believed had been handed down to me. A tribe of people gave me a set of instructions to live by and prodigals don’t dig instructions. I rebelled from the tribe at age 12 and became a back street kid. I didn’t know it then, but that was one of my first spiritual journeys. Spiritual Journeys happen when you leave what is comfortable and take the risk of exploring something new. My Spirit elected the counter culture of the70’s drug scene; just the music alone of this experience was amazing. Later, I teamed up with two shady blokes and we formed the “Heathen Brothers”, we reaped havoc upon the community for some time.
At age 19 I crashed and burned. The drugs got to me. I never want to appear to be a kill joy and judge folks on their social and extracurricular activities; but please practice a sense of moderation. I do believe in living a moderate lifestyle.  The Heathen Brothers and I broke all rules pertaining to moderation and self-control. Ferris Bueller says, “You can never take it too far.” He’s wrong. We took it way too far. Astronomical uses of LSD, a combination of drugs to cope, and making life a seven year keg party can cause one to lose focus.
 I was spent.
So I CLICKED. I turned to my higher power. My problem was I didn’t know where to find him. So I made the rookie mistake of turning back to what ya know. I returned back to my tribe. I went to what was safe and comfortable. It was my only knowledge of God. I didn’t understand that the tribe had no desire to resurrect me….they wanted to reform me.
Tucked behind the smile and behind the eyes of my tribe they pictured me flawed.
Sinful.
Reckless.
I needed reformed.
I could be good; if I listened to their moral laced counsel.
I discovered in this tribe that, “Friends say they love you, if you do what they say.”
The tribe started with my long Hippie hair. They told me to cut my sinful long hair, straighten up and handed me a list of taboos containing activities not becoming of a tribe member. They then told me if I had any chance of being a man of the cloth I had to wear the standard issue monkey suit. Obey these rules or no pot luck for you!
I tried to do God the tribal way. I being an extremist decided to pursue the Ministry.
I tried my best to play by the rules of the tribe, but this little street kid inside me hated the rules, the fake people and men who love places of position. We had this bald headed Pharisee who was addicted to a religious spirit and loved sitting in places of power. He ran the whole gig and he had been sitting on the pot of power for a long time. I remember once he called me in on the carpet and reamed my ass with his sense of superiority. He and his council members judged me so harshly. The truth was this dude couldn’t even control his own family. His sons were drug addicts and completely out of control. I am not spreading a rumor about this man’s sons, the reason I know they were drug addicts is in my youth before I was a minister,  I did drugs with them…at their Father’s church camp…right under the noses of everyone who kissed his righteous ass.  I understand the plight of trying to raise rebellious children, but people living in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones. If you desire technicality, there is a verse in the Bible that says if a man can’t control his house, how can he lead the house of God?  Still I suppressed the street kid who wanted nothing more than cussing my bald headed friend out, but I keep seeking approval. Now can’t believe I wasted many years of my life seeking the approval of the religious elite, I would have been better off telling them where and how hard to stick their religious bullshit.
This might sound harsh, but read the Gospels in the Bible and you will find Jesus wasn’t too keen on religious folks either!
Yet at that time in my life that religious brain washing was all I knew.
I just kept seeking approval, tried to fit into the tribal mold and sought the praise of the people.
I began to teach the teens of the tribe and the tribe even paid me to do it. I was a man of the cloth baby! I learned the correct 16 Doctrines of Fundamental Truths, acquired the proper look, and jumped clumsily through their hoops.
I had trouble fitting in…you ever felt like you didn’t fit? If so that’s why you are attracted to these teachings…you don’t fit the tribal mold.
At age 33 I crashed and burned. The seeking of approval got to me. My life in the ministry was spiked with failure; I just couldn’t keep my shit together and couldn’t live up to the standards. I was a screw up on a massive level and messed up on a regular basis. More than one I was called in on the carpet for telling a joke not becoming of a man of God. I felt guilty, but deep inside I knew it was really damn funny!   I really couldn’t handle Sunday pot luck.
So I bucked!
 I walked away into a wilderness. Lost and defeated….Given up…. I didn’t even CLICK!
I didn’t feel anything and I didn’t even know how to not give a Fuck.
I learned how to not care by wondering around in a total state of despair.
Have you ever been trapped in despair?
If you reach the point where you really don’t give a fuck, then you have arrived at a plot point in your life. Do you pick door A or B?
A.)   Fuck it?
B.)    Change?
I picked B and Clicked, and discovered the Inner Doorway.
January 1998 I was awakened. I hit CLICK. I was seeking total freedom from something I felt missing in my life. I went on a 15 year Spiritual Journey searching for personal freedom. I studied tons of spiritual paths and read a truck load of books.
I still carried a ton of guilt and shame. Religious brain washing and approval seeking behavior is hard to shake!
I was seeking, yet really didn’t know what I was looking for in the process. I felt something was missing in my life and that missing thing gnawed at me!
For 15 years I Clicked, until I walked through the doorway, I found an exit door that lead to the source and I exited the emotions of the physical plane winning my freedom.
I found the answer to my missing thing.
What is this missing thing? 
You ever felt something missing?
The question forced me to extensively process my life. The stacks of journals, old tattered books, provided some insight into my inner deprive. I began to ask questions, because questions are beautiful things. They expand our mind, open doorways, and trigger our brains. What and where is my missing thing?
Was it knowledge?  Do I seek out new knowledge? Should I retrace my steps, my spiritual roots, and see if I missed a key point. What if I believed the wrong stuff? I had layers of experiences to crystalize my faith, but I just didn’t know. Do you throw out everything you have learned and start from scratch? I even spent around a year where I did nothing, and practiced no Spiritual routines. Still I had a yearning, a deep sense of my Spirituality, and felt void doing nothing.  So I keep searching, I kept clicking.
I felt like I missed something…do you ever feel like you are missing something?
Was it my relationships?  Or was I looking for a place to lay the blame for my apparent missing thing? What If it had nothing to do with blame? What if I was in the wrong relationship?  Can others hold you back I wondered?  When you enter any type of relationship with anyone you complete a metaphysical unit. Your thought forms blend together to create a collected consciousness. You both project your beliefs into life, and life sends you a print out of what you two believe. So if one of you is positive and one of you negative, then you’re conflicting though forms blend. If you take white paint and sling it on the wall and your partner slings black paint, you’ll inherit some black spots. They were part of your thought form intersperse.
Maybe I’m in the wrong relationship…you ever thought that?
Relationships should never be a struggle. That’s Boyfriends, Husbands, Wife, Family, Friends and any associate. You might experience difficulties, encounter changes and grow somewhat apart, but you should never struggle. It’s not your Divine Design to grapple with drama, bitching, complaining and damage control. Sometimes the fool doing the damage control catches more hell than the Drama Diva that started it. Your Spiritual DNA is peace, love, joy, and etc…you know the stuff. A daily dose of drama destroys ones destiny. You can’t evolve in a toxic energy pattern. It’s a lot like rowing up stream, you just find yourself maintaining. Relationships should be a drama free zone.
Was it my past actions? Have I caught a nasty case of karma? Every thought, word, feeling and deed creates my Spiritual Seed. My life force is a seed that contains creative power and attracts to me the events of my life. Every place I go I am planting seeds. If I flip out and lose it on a sales clerk, bringing her to tears, then I sow a seed. I don’t know how or when, but I will reap something back from my temper tantrum. When I began to understand how delicate the Universal Law vibrates; attracting every little word, thought form, action and experience back to me I started to develop a sense of reverence….A sense of fear and respect for its power…That’s what the My Wise Dude Solomon was talking about in the bible, when he said, “The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge.”  It’s not as much fear, as it is respect for the power. Every day we create our Destiny.
I felt a past mistake was causing my current reality woes….you ever looked back?
How do I pin point my problem?
First let define what I mean by “Problem”, by, “Something Missing.” You have a dream, a desire, a goal, a vision, a Divine Mental Picture of how you view your life in its desired form. I call it an inner blue print to construct your Destiny. Everyone has this Divine Design within them. Most of the souls on this planet are asleep. They are products of the environment they inhabit. They don’t have a clue concerning the purpose of their life; all they know is Bubba’s has dollar drafts from 11:00am TO 5:00pm. Once you wake up and pursue a higher purpose you create a vision for your life. Problems and “Something Missing”, happen when there is a contradiction pertaining to WHO YOU ARE, and WHO YOU ARE MEANT TO BE. You develop problems, you feel “Something Missing”, when your life doesn’t jive with the Inner You.  These feelings both consciously and Sub-consciously create your problem, your wall, your mountain, your giant, your contradiction concerning your life.
Dude, it just doesn’t feel right.
Something not feeling right is an inner warning signal. To walk the Spiritual path one must become very in touch with their feelings. Instead of thinking your way around, you begin to start feeling your way around. You have to make it a habit to check your hunches. It’s like the rebel TV police detective, he never really has evidence, he only has a hunch and he goes out and proves his hunches right.
Walking in the spirit is all about proving your hunches right.
So if you feel something missing you have to start working with those feelings.
What do you want?
If you feel something is missing in your life then there must be something you want, right?
Have you ever sat down and made a list of what you wanted?
You have to become very clear concerning what you want. This clarity allows you to place all your will behind your intended desire.
Maybe you need to make a list.
A list of what you want…Your dreams, your desires, your ambitions, your vision, and the complete picture of desired outcome for your life.
Do you have a list? This is important, you can’t skip it, or your dreams might skip past you.
Why do you want it?
Now, why do you want it?
Now, beside each item on your list write down your why?
Why do you want what you think you want?
It’s a legitimate question you know? Some people have a vague idea of what they want. They have pretty much accepted their lot in life and have really no clue to what they want. They just came to the conclusion that life sucks and they blame what ever political party is in power at the time for their misfortune. I heard stats that if you walked up to 100 men in the street and asked them what they wanted out of life, most would reply with a vague answer. They would say happiness, more money, better job, better wife, etc. You would only find 3 out of 100 that had a goal for their life. Then only one out of the 3 had developed a plan for its attainment.
That’s a mind blower; nobody really knows what they want?
Seriously?
If that is so, then even fewer know why they want it.
Why, do you want the things you do?
How do you really know what you want?
If you have never had something and you use all your power to manifest it, will it bring you the fulfillment you seek?
Have you ever wanted something so bad and when you finally got it you wonder why you wanted it in the first place? Ladies, I’m not referring to your x-husbands here, but I guess it would apply.
Back in the day I wondered onto a car lot and landed a gig selling cars. (I hope you down think less of me…I was after the demo) Well this darling young couple who could have landed a gig on teen mom showed up gracefully on the lot. She was a 17 year old gem sporting Daisy Dukes accented with bikini top smoking a Marlboro Red while hauling a 1 year old boy by the collar of his shirt and dragging a 2 year old boy on a child’s leash. Trust me the boy needed the leash. The hubby was a 14 year old boy in a 19 year old man’s body. He had on bib overalls, no shirt, and had them tucked in mud covered work boots. I calculated his height and weight, threw in the age factor, and had him pegged at about 8 beers in.  He spit a stream of tobacco that would have made the outlaw Josey Wales jealous, while telling me he wanted the new 1992 3 quarter ton  4 wheel drive Chevy 2500, and informed me that he had a damn co-signer. He was trading in his 1985 Chevette for his damn truck.  The young wife loved the truck, but didn’t know if they could really afford the huge payment and higher insurance. She wanted to wait and think about it, or maybe get a cheaper used truck.  Young Studley gracefully spit in his chew cup as he sternly stomped towards her while dry mud crumbled off his boots with each stomp. He then went for his academy award performance. “Damn it” He Shouted, “I work too damn hard to drive a piece of shit car like that, and I ain’t havin’ no used truck, no sir, who wants another man’s problems?  He then dug deep into his character with his finger straight in her face and he firmly whispered, “My friends are going to see me pull up in that damn truck tonight, you can bet your life on that, I’ll make the damn payments.” They became proud owners of a brand new Chevy truck.
That was on a Saturday.
 The Next Saturday
Studley wants to bring the truck back.
He used to drive 1 hour to work in his 1985 Chevette
The 1992 3 quarter 4 wheel drive Chevy 2500 didn’t play nice at the gas pumps.
The one hour drive…how was he to know?
Study couldn’t afford the gas.
What if what you think what you want, isn’t what you want?
Is it better to get, or get rid of?
A lot of people embark upon a Spiritual Journey seeing what they can get.
That’s part of it. You came here to get something.
God has something for you to get.
There are things here you will need.
You get them by finding what you really need to get.
You can get them man’s way….with the earthly mind, but still not get it.
You can get them using spiritual laws…mixed with part earthly mind, but still not get it.
If you use your spirituality to only get things, when you get those things, where resides their purpose?
What if we have it backwards?
What is spiritual power requires you subtract, before you attract?
You want to discover what you want?
Try getting rid of what you don’t want.
Get rid of stuff…do you have too many attachments?
Negative influences…have any of these?
Hidden anger….what do you think?
Guilt & Shame….got any hanging around?
Remorse…wish you could do things different?
Anxiety…how ya feel?
Pride…do you worry what they think of you?
Greed…how hard is your heart?
Ego….still got some?
Fear….you not scared, are you?
Doubts…starting to worry?
Do you need to get rid of anything?
It’s a legitimate question.
Can I ask you an honest question?
Should you worry more about what’s missing in your life, or more about what you need to dismiss in your life?
If you get rid of all that stuff, will you be able to clearly see what you really need to get, right?
Is it time to use my spiritual power “to get”, or “to get rid of?”
It’s a legitimate question.
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