It's Halloween today. Think of something clever and pretend I wrote it here.
I am writing three different blog posts (this is one of them) about my recent trip to Holy Cross Cemetery, which I visited in honor of Halloween.
As I was walking through the main building, which houses the chapel and the remains of John Candy and Fred MacMurray among other resident remains, all sorts of thoughts and questions began running through my mind that might be interesting to include in a blog post about cemetaries and death.
That's when the thought which inspired this blog came through. Was I really writing the blog post or was it writing me?
I don't have a definitive answer. That's the cuisine of this post. Think about it.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Mind Barometer
I don't watch and/or listen to the news on TV much anymore unless it happens to be on and I am too lazy to change the channel.
As I was walking into my living room I heard the tail end of a report they were doing about romantic relationship longevity. They mention that it appears helpful if the man is at least five years older than the woman like with Beyonce and JayZ. JayZ is 11 years older or something like that.
And it is helpful if the woman is smarter than the man. Beyonce has a high school education and JayZ didn't graduate.
And I know I am going out a bit on a limb by mentioning this but I've long thought I would at least get the controversy P.R. if I wrote a book on the myth of formal education.
We all know Bill Gates didn't finish college. Will Smith and Johnny Depp didn't finish high school.
And seriously, with the advent of the internet if there is something someone wants to know how to do and succeed, it is pretty easy to find out how without a college degree. Now I am not saying a college degree isn't worthwhile or helpful depending on what you want to do as a career.
To me the harm is when the fear gets spread that without a college career you can't be successful or earn a lot of money. And how careful we have to be about buying these types of propaganda and allowing them to keep us from feeling we have value if we don't have one.
With this in mind, I offer the tasty little mind dish below.
Brad Yates' Video - Your True Value
As I was walking into my living room I heard the tail end of a report they were doing about romantic relationship longevity. They mention that it appears helpful if the man is at least five years older than the woman like with Beyonce and JayZ. JayZ is 11 years older or something like that.
And it is helpful if the woman is smarter than the man. Beyonce has a high school education and JayZ didn't graduate.
And I know I am going out a bit on a limb by mentioning this but I've long thought I would at least get the controversy P.R. if I wrote a book on the myth of formal education.
We all know Bill Gates didn't finish college. Will Smith and Johnny Depp didn't finish high school.
And seriously, with the advent of the internet if there is something someone wants to know how to do and succeed, it is pretty easy to find out how without a college degree. Now I am not saying a college degree isn't worthwhile or helpful depending on what you want to do as a career.
To me the harm is when the fear gets spread that without a college career you can't be successful or earn a lot of money. And how careful we have to be about buying these types of propaganda and allowing them to keep us from feeling we have value if we don't have one.
With this in mind, I offer the tasty little mind dish below.
Brad Yates' Video - Your True Value
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Salivating at the Bell
I really enjoy the CBS show (and no they don't pay me...I will be sure to be ethical and say I'm being paid directly to write about something, especially if I love it) The Big Bang Theory. Wow! It has its own wiki page.
My favorite episode so far is the one in which Penny lets Sheldon know she has a Christmas present for him. Sheldon is not too pleased about this, especially since he now feels obligated to get her something and he's not sure what that is. Anyhow, craziness ensues, especially when Sheldon finds out what his gift is. One of my...seriously...all time favorite sitcom episodes of all time. And as I write this I am almost 50 and watch a lot of TV.
I bring up the show because the episode titled, "Chocolate?" from this new Season (as I write this, Season 3) has Leonard, Penny and Sheldon sitting on the couch together with Sheldon offering Penny chocolates from a box of chocolates. Initially, we get the impression Sheldon is simply trying to be nice to Penny and she happily agrees to take and eat a chocolate every time Sheldon offers her one. Only to find out that Sheldon is actually using Pavlov's theory to elicit desired behavior from Penny. Hilarity ensues. Yada. Yada.
I bring it up because sometimes I feel like the majority of us are conditioned and can easily be conditioned when money gets added to the mix. For instance, Mona Vie. The marketing for this product isn't so much about the benefits of the actual product but the benefit of how you can make a lot of money selling this product. It just seems it may be a slippery slope when the main reason to sell something is because of all the money you will make.
Yet it seems to be effective as many people are willing to sign up salivating at the sound of the metaphorical bell that is the opportunity to make money.
Of course, what's cuisine to one may be seemingly unpalatable to another. I simply offer it up people.
My favorite episode so far is the one in which Penny lets Sheldon know she has a Christmas present for him. Sheldon is not too pleased about this, especially since he now feels obligated to get her something and he's not sure what that is. Anyhow, craziness ensues, especially when Sheldon finds out what his gift is. One of my...seriously...all time favorite sitcom episodes of all time. And as I write this I am almost 50 and watch a lot of TV.
I bring up the show because the episode titled, "Chocolate?" from this new Season (as I write this, Season 3) has Leonard, Penny and Sheldon sitting on the couch together with Sheldon offering Penny chocolates from a box of chocolates. Initially, we get the impression Sheldon is simply trying to be nice to Penny and she happily agrees to take and eat a chocolate every time Sheldon offers her one. Only to find out that Sheldon is actually using Pavlov's theory to elicit desired behavior from Penny. Hilarity ensues. Yada. Yada.
I bring it up because sometimes I feel like the majority of us are conditioned and can easily be conditioned when money gets added to the mix. For instance, Mona Vie. The marketing for this product isn't so much about the benefits of the actual product but the benefit of how you can make a lot of money selling this product. It just seems it may be a slippery slope when the main reason to sell something is because of all the money you will make.
Yet it seems to be effective as many people are willing to sign up salivating at the sound of the metaphorical bell that is the opportunity to make money.
Of course, what's cuisine to one may be seemingly unpalatable to another. I simply offer it up people.
Real Estate Valuation
So, I'm a little behind on my weekly post for my t-shirt designer blog. To make my self feel better, I started thinking that in the big picture (since all but about one of my blogs is less than a month old) by the time most people who will read my blog get around to it...it won't really matter whether I was technically "on time" or not. They'll all be there nice and archived and ready for their reading pleasure.
This morphed my thinking to internet real estate traffic. With internet real estate traffic more is just more and better and valuable.
The words I am writing now that my mom probably isn't even going to read (get it? not a lot of traffic) are worth nothing except that I found them worthy enough in my mind to write about. Yet a year from now if I (however it happens) become some sort of blogging celebrity Goddess that people can't get enough of what I've done so far and what I am about to do; these same words I am writing now just may be worth a billion times more than what they are worth as I write them.
With residential real estate, less is more. The less traffic by your property and in your neighborhood (especially in a bigger city) the more desirable and the more valuable your property is.
What? Did I hear someone say a billion times nothing is still nothing? You know how I feel about math.
This morphed my thinking to internet real estate traffic. With internet real estate traffic more is just more and better and valuable.
The words I am writing now that my mom probably isn't even going to read (get it? not a lot of traffic) are worth nothing except that I found them worthy enough in my mind to write about. Yet a year from now if I (however it happens) become some sort of blogging celebrity Goddess that people can't get enough of what I've done so far and what I am about to do; these same words I am writing now just may be worth a billion times more than what they are worth as I write them.
With residential real estate, less is more. The less traffic by your property and in your neighborhood (especially in a bigger city) the more desirable and the more valuable your property is.
What? Did I hear someone say a billion times nothing is still nothing? You know how I feel about math.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Uniforms and Badges
The other day, I am a little ashamed to say (although shame is technically a useless emotion when it comes to well-being), I was driving to bring my recyclables to the recycle center and I passed a man about to go into a convenience store.
Okay, I just read that sentence and you would think I was ashamed to pass a man going into a convenience store. Or maybe it's the start of some joke. I passed a man going into a convenience store... (and what does this have to do with uniforms and badges?)
I was surprised to find my knee-jerk judgment of this man as being a "hood", whatever that is.
First, do I really know what a "hood" is? Is it in the dictionary? Does it have a wiki page? Okay, no wiki page, but the urban dictionary does offer a definition.
Second, while I had some sort of awareness and nebulous idea of what "hood" is before checking out the urban dictionary, I had to ask myself what it was that made me make this judgment, especially since I'd just noticed a woman walk into the same convenience store and offered no such judgment.
The answer...at least for me...what he was wearing.
My next thought: "How sad is that?"
It got me to thinking about our choices of clothing as a statement to the extent that it could be considered a uniform and the box, perhaps unknowingly, we can place ourselves in by doing so. You know, in regards to freedom.
And is freedom...true, 100% unbridled freedom really possible or is it just as nebulous as my idea of "hood"? Or some sort of dangled ideal that keeps us fighting to protect it even though it seems near impossible to be or experience?
It got me thinking about people, such as celebrities who we idolize and feel must have perks us mere mortals don't possess (and what a slippery slope it is if we really buy into this type of belief), really don't have 100% freedom. We judge them mercilessly. We expect them to act and look a certain way, especially when it comes to award shows. Actually, if you think of shows like TMZ, which might I say that I watch. I call it my crack TV, 'cuz I know it probably isn't good for me but I am hooked and must watch. They almost have to be "on" all the time 'cuz they never know where a lens might be to capture their "screw up" or perceived fashion faux pas.
Then it got me to thinking about uniforms and badges. Do they serve a purpose? And like any awesome attorney worth their hourly fee, I feel one could argue both sides with equal fervor.
Without saying a word, a uniform and badge (and what first comes to mind is a police/peace officer), lets us know that this is someone who has sworn to serve and protect us. Okay, as I write this I am getting a little worked up 'cuz who are they protecting me from? Myself! I grew up in the era where I didn't have to wear seat belts or bike helmets and the like. If I died or got hurt, then its on me. Wow! Speak about freedom. I don't want the law telling me "I MUST!" Where is the freedom in that? And the only reason I wear my seat belt is 'cuz I don't want the ticket.
Click it or ticket. There. When I am a billionaire I will drive without a seat belt and they can ticket me all they want.
I still ride my bike without a helmet, when I ride. I suppose technically, I still do have the freedom to say I'm not going to do it, bring on the ticket. (note to universe: I really do not want tickets. I enjoy a ticket free life...at least the kind that don't get me into a sporting event or concert or movie or something like that I'd enjoy attending.)
Aaaaaaagggghhhhh! Mind cuisine is meant to be a tasty dish and instead, this is starting to make my head hurt.
So....never mind!
I know! You're probably thinking, "I wish I could. Now it is too late."
Luckily we are eternal, divine beings (the truth of our energetic self), so we have the time to spare.
Insert some lovely elevator music here for the intermission. And now...
...as I was doing my yoga, I remembered my point: mental shorthand. Yeah!
Still, a double edge sword. Great that if you dress a certain way then people can assume certain things about you that you don't have to take the time to explain. Yesterday, I was proudly wearing my Angels t-shirt and visor to show my support for our team (even though they lost). So, you knew I must be an Angel fan (or it would be a fairly good clue) and might be happy to approach me knowing we could mention our love for the Angels and immediately have a rapport. And yet, (and I do it too, although I am seeking to stop) according to my look (even my age for that matter) you may never spend the time to scratch the surface of what my "uniforms and badges" might give you a clue is who I am to understand that there is a really deep, creamy center that thinks all sorts of big thoughts. Remember, I am a member of the "Big Think".
I'm not trying to change your beliefs or defend my ponderings (I am not even sure I made any sort of decision having pondered such things). How do I really know? And maybe that is the amazing thing about our Universe. Actually, I thought that might be another one of the "Ultimate Mind F***'s we've ever perpetrated on our human race. What if we spend our lives on the hamster wheel trying to figure out and run the race with the hope of getting it "right" (whatever that means) ONLY to realize that it is impossible because in Divine Mind the concept of right and wrong doesn't exist. It's good/right if you believe it is. It's not if you believe it is.
If you have read this far, I hope that somehow with the last couple of paragraphs and remembering my point about all of this you now feel less like I have wasted your time. Although, what if even that (the concept of being able to waste time) is just as much of a "Mind F***" as thinking we can get it right. Not the sort of dessert one might expect at the end of a meal of fine cuisine. Still, a tasty dish I hope, nonetheless.
Okay, I just read that sentence and you would think I was ashamed to pass a man going into a convenience store. Or maybe it's the start of some joke. I passed a man going into a convenience store... (and what does this have to do with uniforms and badges?)
I was surprised to find my knee-jerk judgment of this man as being a "hood", whatever that is.
First, do I really know what a "hood" is? Is it in the dictionary? Does it have a wiki page? Okay, no wiki page, but the urban dictionary does offer a definition.
Second, while I had some sort of awareness and nebulous idea of what "hood" is before checking out the urban dictionary, I had to ask myself what it was that made me make this judgment, especially since I'd just noticed a woman walk into the same convenience store and offered no such judgment.
The answer...at least for me...what he was wearing.
My next thought: "How sad is that?"
It got me to thinking about our choices of clothing as a statement to the extent that it could be considered a uniform and the box, perhaps unknowingly, we can place ourselves in by doing so. You know, in regards to freedom.
And is freedom...true, 100% unbridled freedom really possible or is it just as nebulous as my idea of "hood"? Or some sort of dangled ideal that keeps us fighting to protect it even though it seems near impossible to be or experience?
It got me thinking about people, such as celebrities who we idolize and feel must have perks us mere mortals don't possess (and what a slippery slope it is if we really buy into this type of belief), really don't have 100% freedom. We judge them mercilessly. We expect them to act and look a certain way, especially when it comes to award shows. Actually, if you think of shows like TMZ, which might I say that I watch. I call it my crack TV, 'cuz I know it probably isn't good for me but I am hooked and must watch. They almost have to be "on" all the time 'cuz they never know where a lens might be to capture their "screw up" or perceived fashion faux pas.
Then it got me to thinking about uniforms and badges. Do they serve a purpose? And like any awesome attorney worth their hourly fee, I feel one could argue both sides with equal fervor.
Without saying a word, a uniform and badge (and what first comes to mind is a police/peace officer), lets us know that this is someone who has sworn to serve and protect us. Okay, as I write this I am getting a little worked up 'cuz who are they protecting me from? Myself! I grew up in the era where I didn't have to wear seat belts or bike helmets and the like. If I died or got hurt, then its on me. Wow! Speak about freedom. I don't want the law telling me "I MUST!" Where is the freedom in that? And the only reason I wear my seat belt is 'cuz I don't want the ticket.
Click it or ticket. There. When I am a billionaire I will drive without a seat belt and they can ticket me all they want.
I still ride my bike without a helmet, when I ride. I suppose technically, I still do have the freedom to say I'm not going to do it, bring on the ticket. (note to universe: I really do not want tickets. I enjoy a ticket free life...at least the kind that don't get me into a sporting event or concert or movie or something like that I'd enjoy attending.)
Aaaaaaagggghhhhh! Mind cuisine is meant to be a tasty dish and instead, this is starting to make my head hurt.
So....never mind!
I know! You're probably thinking, "I wish I could. Now it is too late."
Luckily we are eternal, divine beings (the truth of our energetic self), so we have the time to spare.
Insert some lovely elevator music here for the intermission. And now...
...as I was doing my yoga, I remembered my point: mental shorthand. Yeah!
Still, a double edge sword. Great that if you dress a certain way then people can assume certain things about you that you don't have to take the time to explain. Yesterday, I was proudly wearing my Angels t-shirt and visor to show my support for our team (even though they lost). So, you knew I must be an Angel fan (or it would be a fairly good clue) and might be happy to approach me knowing we could mention our love for the Angels and immediately have a rapport. And yet, (and I do it too, although I am seeking to stop) according to my look (even my age for that matter) you may never spend the time to scratch the surface of what my "uniforms and badges" might give you a clue is who I am to understand that there is a really deep, creamy center that thinks all sorts of big thoughts. Remember, I am a member of the "Big Think".
I'm not trying to change your beliefs or defend my ponderings (I am not even sure I made any sort of decision having pondered such things). How do I really know? And maybe that is the amazing thing about our Universe. Actually, I thought that might be another one of the "Ultimate Mind F***'s we've ever perpetrated on our human race. What if we spend our lives on the hamster wheel trying to figure out and run the race with the hope of getting it "right" (whatever that means) ONLY to realize that it is impossible because in Divine Mind the concept of right and wrong doesn't exist. It's good/right if you believe it is. It's not if you believe it is.
If you have read this far, I hope that somehow with the last couple of paragraphs and remembering my point about all of this you now feel less like I have wasted your time. Although, what if even that (the concept of being able to waste time) is just as much of a "Mind F***" as thinking we can get it right. Not the sort of dessert one might expect at the end of a meal of fine cuisine. Still, a tasty dish I hope, nonetheless.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
One Mind
I'm a member of the Big Think. Did you know? Do you care? Did you know there is such a thing as the Big Think? It's not quite as big a deal as it sounds since they don't pick you, you simply sign up.
Even though I don't believe one person knows everything or can know everything nor do I feel there is one definitive answer of how the Universe "works" YET...things like where do thoughts come from...stuff like that; as I was in the shower (a place where I do a lot of my BIGGEST thinking) it occurred to me that with the advent of the internet (including such awesome tools as YouTube and blogging) it may be less and less necessary to worry about remembering anything. Post it to the internet and let it remember for you. Okay, I say that in context of memories. The same could be true for history or how to do things...stuff like that. No need to know how until you want to know how. Then if you want to know...you simply do a google search and voila!
I then morphed into pondering how it seems to be the beginning of the blur of the line between space/time events. I was thinking about what to me was the awesome find of some vidoes from Clapton's Crossroads Festival in 2004 that I found on YouTube. Now it would have been amazing if I'd known about it then. It would have been more amazing if I attended in person. Yet, as I allow myself to get lost in the music and view the performance I can allow myself to imagine I am there for those moments.
To morph on these ponderings even further, it is as if I have access to someone else's memories in this way and with things I have posted on the internet, others have access to my memories and my thoughts (and some might say my ramblings). And we don't have to travel a spacial distance to make this connection. nor do we have to be sure to meet at a specific point in time to share this connection and these thoughts or memories.
I simply put it out into the Universe at my convenience and you find it (when a vibrational match is sought by you) at yours.
And it almost makes me feel as if one ponders from this perspective that the line between what is in my mind and what is in yours becomes blurred to where the idea of one mind starts to seem plausible.
That, my friends, is your cuisine for your mind from mine for today. I hope you find it to be a tasty dish. Bon apetit!
Even though I don't believe one person knows everything or can know everything nor do I feel there is one definitive answer of how the Universe "works" YET...things like where do thoughts come from...stuff like that; as I was in the shower (a place where I do a lot of my BIGGEST thinking) it occurred to me that with the advent of the internet (including such awesome tools as YouTube and blogging) it may be less and less necessary to worry about remembering anything. Post it to the internet and let it remember for you. Okay, I say that in context of memories. The same could be true for history or how to do things...stuff like that. No need to know how until you want to know how. Then if you want to know...you simply do a google search and voila!
I then morphed into pondering how it seems to be the beginning of the blur of the line between space/time events. I was thinking about what to me was the awesome find of some vidoes from Clapton's Crossroads Festival in 2004 that I found on YouTube. Now it would have been amazing if I'd known about it then. It would have been more amazing if I attended in person. Yet, as I allow myself to get lost in the music and view the performance I can allow myself to imagine I am there for those moments.
To morph on these ponderings even further, it is as if I have access to someone else's memories in this way and with things I have posted on the internet, others have access to my memories and my thoughts (and some might say my ramblings). And we don't have to travel a spacial distance to make this connection. nor do we have to be sure to meet at a specific point in time to share this connection and these thoughts or memories.
I simply put it out into the Universe at my convenience and you find it (when a vibrational match is sought by you) at yours.
And it almost makes me feel as if one ponders from this perspective that the line between what is in my mind and what is in yours becomes blurred to where the idea of one mind starts to seem plausible.
That, my friends, is your cuisine for your mind from mine for today. I hope you find it to be a tasty dish. Bon apetit!
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Ultimate Mind F***
I've already written twice about the Universal Law, the Right of Consciousness.
The older I become in physical earth years the more I realize how much of the beliefs I've "bought" have been pure crap...pure fiction.
All of this has got me pondering then if the ultimate mind f*** is the illusion we "own" anything permanently. Or if anyone does? And would we really desire to anyway?
I'm just saying...I mean writing...
To refresh:
Right of Consciousness Knowledge: "While it appears external rules govern who owns what, the prevailing law is the Right of Consciousness. I must love it, know I deserve it and hold a vision for healthy, joyful use of it. Then it comes to me easily. When I am joined with something I truly deserve by my mental, emotional and spiritual alignment--it is mine by Universal Law. No one can interfere. Remember, I am under no laws but God's." (This quote is from Alan Cohen's book, Relax Into Wealth.)
The older I become in physical earth years the more I realize how much of the beliefs I've "bought" have been pure crap...pure fiction.
All of this has got me pondering then if the ultimate mind f*** is the illusion we "own" anything permanently. Or if anyone does? And would we really desire to anyway?
I'm just saying...I mean writing...
To refresh:
Right of Consciousness Knowledge: "While it appears external rules govern who owns what, the prevailing law is the Right of Consciousness. I must love it, know I deserve it and hold a vision for healthy, joyful use of it. Then it comes to me easily. When I am joined with something I truly deserve by my mental, emotional and spiritual alignment--it is mine by Universal Law. No one can interfere. Remember, I am under no laws but God's." (This quote is from Alan Cohen's book, Relax Into Wealth.)
Monday, October 12, 2009
Mind Eraser
Imagine if anytime you forgave someone or something, whether another or your self, what automatically happened as an aspect of forgiveness is that the memory/experience you were forgiving was erased from your mind? How might our earthly experiences be different?
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Mel gets expunged!
Mel's is the news again. I admit, my first response was "is it fair!? Isn't that different justice for the rich?"
Here's the mind cuisine: "What if Mel did us a favor?"
Apparently, what allowed the judge to rule in favor of Mel's conviction being expunged is that it is one of our rules of justice. Follow the rules of your punishment after your conviction. Then you can petition to have your conviction expunged.
Knowing that I can have a drunk driving conviction expunged might make you think that would change my mind about driving drunk. For some it might. For me no. I don't want to go through any of it even if it means in the end having my conviction expunged is an option.
Plus, if we are to believe the media, Mel is serious about his Catholicism and faith. He's also human.
I'm not catholic, but I do know their faith delegates judgment to God ONLY. AND, that Catholics believe in confession, forgiveness and absolution.
As I pondered, first my reaction and then thinking about this on a larger scale from the perspective of the Universal Law of Right of Consciousness (see below for a definition of Right of Consciousness), it seemed perfect that Mel would basically seek and be granted absolution (even if it wasn't something that is already part of our justice system that anyone has the right to). To me, it's what is right in Mel's consciousness.
Maybe the press will never forget and others may feel like they can continue to punish Mel by not going to his movies and the like, but if God can let it go and Mel can let it go...I have a feeling that in the big picture it will no longer be much of a factor in Mel's personal and private life.
Personally, I am more concerned with living my best life, which I feel has a lot to do with aligning my right of consciousness with what I believe Divine Consciousness is. Since I believe Divine Love forgives, completely erases the "mis-take" and fills that void with Divine Love; then I forgive Mel. Plus, if I can forgive Mel, I should be able to forgive me for my mistakes.
And we all know when push comes to shove, it's all about me anyway. Are you laughing? Laughing out loud? I know. You could have sworn it was all about you. Can I get a "Mel who?"
Right of Consciousness Knowledge: "While it appears external rules govern who owns what, the prevailing law is the Right of Consciousness. I must love it, know I deserve it and hold a vision for healthy, joyful use of it. Then it comes to me easily. When I am joined with something I truly deserve by my mental, emotional and spiritual alignment--it is mine by Universal Law. No one can interfere. Remember, I am under no laws but God's." (This quote is from Alan Cohen's book, Relax Into Wealth.)
I love how Mr. Cohen writes about it from the perspective of the positive and love. The truth of this law is that you own what you believe and feel, positive or negative. Personally, I believe Divine Love has no such judgments as positive or negative. Now, that's some serious mind cuisine.
Here's the mind cuisine: "What if Mel did us a favor?"
Apparently, what allowed the judge to rule in favor of Mel's conviction being expunged is that it is one of our rules of justice. Follow the rules of your punishment after your conviction. Then you can petition to have your conviction expunged.
Knowing that I can have a drunk driving conviction expunged might make you think that would change my mind about driving drunk. For some it might. For me no. I don't want to go through any of it even if it means in the end having my conviction expunged is an option.
Plus, if we are to believe the media, Mel is serious about his Catholicism and faith. He's also human.
I'm not catholic, but I do know their faith delegates judgment to God ONLY. AND, that Catholics believe in confession, forgiveness and absolution.
As I pondered, first my reaction and then thinking about this on a larger scale from the perspective of the Universal Law of Right of Consciousness (see below for a definition of Right of Consciousness), it seemed perfect that Mel would basically seek and be granted absolution (even if it wasn't something that is already part of our justice system that anyone has the right to). To me, it's what is right in Mel's consciousness.
Maybe the press will never forget and others may feel like they can continue to punish Mel by not going to his movies and the like, but if God can let it go and Mel can let it go...I have a feeling that in the big picture it will no longer be much of a factor in Mel's personal and private life.
Personally, I am more concerned with living my best life, which I feel has a lot to do with aligning my right of consciousness with what I believe Divine Consciousness is. Since I believe Divine Love forgives, completely erases the "mis-take" and fills that void with Divine Love; then I forgive Mel. Plus, if I can forgive Mel, I should be able to forgive me for my mistakes.
And we all know when push comes to shove, it's all about me anyway. Are you laughing? Laughing out loud? I know. You could have sworn it was all about you. Can I get a "Mel who?"
Right of Consciousness Knowledge: "While it appears external rules govern who owns what, the prevailing law is the Right of Consciousness. I must love it, know I deserve it and hold a vision for healthy, joyful use of it. Then it comes to me easily. When I am joined with something I truly deserve by my mental, emotional and spiritual alignment--it is mine by Universal Law. No one can interfere. Remember, I am under no laws but God's." (This quote is from Alan Cohen's book, Relax Into Wealth.)
I love how Mr. Cohen writes about it from the perspective of the positive and love. The truth of this law is that you own what you believe and feel, positive or negative. Personally, I believe Divine Love has no such judgments as positive or negative. Now, that's some serious mind cuisine.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Waiting To Die
I'm a physical well-being snob. What do I mean? I feel as if I have come to terms with the truth about my physical body in the sense that if an "illness" shows up I consider it the final frontier.
What do I mean? All cause starts first in our awareness...our personal consciousness, of which we are the Supreme Ruler of (even if in some areas we aren't very effective rulers).
So, if something shows up in my physical body and I want to catch it at its true Source in order to most effectively get it to leave (you know it didn't come to stay, it came to pass), I need to look to my beliefs and feelings.
Then someone was kind enough to remind me that as whole beings, our physical bodies must be considered as part of the equation. Kapow! I realized I was judging. I was thrilled to advocate "self-help" when it came to thoughts, beliefs and feelings. When it came to the physical body. Not so much.
I can envision a future where we release our need for doctors and nurses and health insurance and the like because our awareness is on our truth as well-beings who possess physical bodies that were created to function perfectly (if we allowed them to). So if something nasty came up in our physical body to temporarily throw it out of perfection, it is because something in our system needed to be loved and released.
That time isn't here yet. So, I am going to make the effort not to judge 'cuz truth is if I know you and you feel sick, I am not at the point where I'd look at you and say, "No you are not...it's all in your mind." I'd want to help you with whatever means I felt I had to help you at the time.
I write this preamble to my actual topic, this postings "mind cuisine", for a reason. I wonder if the current collective consciousness tends to sway us into believing we are all just waiting to die, especially once we reach that nebulous 40 to 50 physical years old age?
It's one thing if a doctor has diagnosed you with a terminal illness and you know you are dying and can make choices based on that knowledge. It just seems like it is almost more cruel the way our society more subtely starts to impose this terminal illness diagnosis on us with our fascination and youth glorification.
Okay, I'll admit I didn't really think about these things when I was younger. I was too busy enjoying being young. Now that I have reached that nebulous age and still in many ways feel as young as I did when I was 22, I'm a little displeased with myself about certain ways I tend to behave based on feeling the need to "act my age". Notice the word "act" implies being something other than who you are. I mean what if there had been no one before us telling us what the appropriate way to "act" our age is. How would we "act" then? Anyway, this chica is ready to rebel and bring along all of those who are willing to break the belief chains that bind us.
Hell...I'm still waiting to decide what I wish to be when I grow up! And why should we feel like we have to choose just one thing and it must define us forever? When I graduated from high school over thirty years ago I couldn't have possibly predicted with my human consciousness that I would desire to be a professional blogger when I grow up. Nor do I desire to lock myself into identifying my self as a professional blogger the rest of this physical life. I reserve the right to change my identity as often and whenever the mood strikes me.
I reserve the right to wear what I want when I want. I reserve the right to believe I can succeed at anything whether I'm fat or thin or big or small or white or black or 20 or 50, I think you get the drift. I reserve the right to love what I love today and choose something else to love tomorrow. There's only love anyway. Love is always present. Love is always ON. If you are not seeing it or feeling it, it's 'cuz you aren't looking for it or connected to it.
So in all fairness, I am declaring to the universe via this blog post that I am not only done waiting to die...I am done waiting to live, especially according to what society dictates. My right of consciousness (see the end of this blog for more explanation) is my wealth and my permission to create my life on my terms. Besides, I could easily exist as a physical being for another 50 or more years. Who knows what collective well-being consciousness will be by then allowing our bodies to remain seemingly forever young.
Who's with me?
"While it appears external rules govern who owns what, the prevailing law is the RIGHT OF CONSCIOUSNESS. I MUST love it, know I deserve it and hold a vision for healthy, joyful use of it. Then it comes to me easily. When I am joined with something I truly deserve by my mental, emotional and spiritual alignment--it is mine by Universal Law. No one can interfere. Remember, I AM under no laws but God's." This quote is from Alan Cohen's book Relax Into Wealth.
What do I mean? All cause starts first in our awareness...our personal consciousness, of which we are the Supreme Ruler of (even if in some areas we aren't very effective rulers).
So, if something shows up in my physical body and I want to catch it at its true Source in order to most effectively get it to leave (you know it didn't come to stay, it came to pass), I need to look to my beliefs and feelings.
Then someone was kind enough to remind me that as whole beings, our physical bodies must be considered as part of the equation. Kapow! I realized I was judging. I was thrilled to advocate "self-help" when it came to thoughts, beliefs and feelings. When it came to the physical body. Not so much.
I can envision a future where we release our need for doctors and nurses and health insurance and the like because our awareness is on our truth as well-beings who possess physical bodies that were created to function perfectly (if we allowed them to). So if something nasty came up in our physical body to temporarily throw it out of perfection, it is because something in our system needed to be loved and released.
That time isn't here yet. So, I am going to make the effort not to judge 'cuz truth is if I know you and you feel sick, I am not at the point where I'd look at you and say, "No you are not...it's all in your mind." I'd want to help you with whatever means I felt I had to help you at the time.
I write this preamble to my actual topic, this postings "mind cuisine", for a reason. I wonder if the current collective consciousness tends to sway us into believing we are all just waiting to die, especially once we reach that nebulous 40 to 50 physical years old age?
It's one thing if a doctor has diagnosed you with a terminal illness and you know you are dying and can make choices based on that knowledge. It just seems like it is almost more cruel the way our society more subtely starts to impose this terminal illness diagnosis on us with our fascination and youth glorification.
Okay, I'll admit I didn't really think about these things when I was younger. I was too busy enjoying being young. Now that I have reached that nebulous age and still in many ways feel as young as I did when I was 22, I'm a little displeased with myself about certain ways I tend to behave based on feeling the need to "act my age". Notice the word "act" implies being something other than who you are. I mean what if there had been no one before us telling us what the appropriate way to "act" our age is. How would we "act" then? Anyway, this chica is ready to rebel and bring along all of those who are willing to break the belief chains that bind us.
Hell...I'm still waiting to decide what I wish to be when I grow up! And why should we feel like we have to choose just one thing and it must define us forever? When I graduated from high school over thirty years ago I couldn't have possibly predicted with my human consciousness that I would desire to be a professional blogger when I grow up. Nor do I desire to lock myself into identifying my self as a professional blogger the rest of this physical life. I reserve the right to change my identity as often and whenever the mood strikes me.
I reserve the right to wear what I want when I want. I reserve the right to believe I can succeed at anything whether I'm fat or thin or big or small or white or black or 20 or 50, I think you get the drift. I reserve the right to love what I love today and choose something else to love tomorrow. There's only love anyway. Love is always present. Love is always ON. If you are not seeing it or feeling it, it's 'cuz you aren't looking for it or connected to it.
So in all fairness, I am declaring to the universe via this blog post that I am not only done waiting to die...I am done waiting to live, especially according to what society dictates. My right of consciousness (see the end of this blog for more explanation) is my wealth and my permission to create my life on my terms. Besides, I could easily exist as a physical being for another 50 or more years. Who knows what collective well-being consciousness will be by then allowing our bodies to remain seemingly forever young.
Who's with me?
"While it appears external rules govern who owns what, the prevailing law is the RIGHT OF CONSCIOUSNESS. I MUST love it, know I deserve it and hold a vision for healthy, joyful use of it. Then it comes to me easily. When I am joined with something I truly deserve by my mental, emotional and spiritual alignment--it is mine by Universal Law. No one can interfere. Remember, I AM under no laws but God's." This quote is from Alan Cohen's book Relax Into Wealth.
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