This Blog Is All About ME Helping ME
This blog is all about me helping me. Boy does that heading sound piggish. It is the truth however. If you want to understand the full meaning behind those words and how they affect you, please continue reading.
The decade of the nineties was an especially difficult time in my life. Yes there were definitely beautiful flashes of joy and times of true happiness. For the most part however these were overshadowed by a relentless grind through one difficult morass after another. My inner pain was real. Look at the image above. That is what it felt like to me at times. At some point during that decade, in order to continue to survive, I had to anesthetize myself on the inside. I interacted with others, talked, listened, laughed, got angry, but on the inside I was numb. It was as if a dentist had given me an inner dose of Novocain. It was a method of coping that is not recommended to anybody unless your very survival is at stake.
During the nineties, employment decisions were made in deference to various other responsibilities. I still have in my possession an employee ID badge with my photograph and identifying information. It was for a job that I couldn’t stand but I had to push through with it nonetheless. After ultimately moving on to other employment, I kept the ID badge. I look at that badge from time to time, especially the eyes in the photo. I see unmitigated pain in the eyes. No tears. No emotion. Just pain. How I wish I could go back in time and help that guy somehow. A good guy who was lost in a fog and just needed some empathetic help.
What is meant when I say “this blog is all about me helping me” is that there are human beings right now with their hand and forearm sticking above the water line, as in the image above, as I was in the nineties, hoping against hope to grab on to some sort of lifeline to avoid drowning in the vicissitudes of life. These humans could be age sixteen or seventy-six. They could be male or female. Their skin complexion could range the entire color spectrum. It does not matter. They are all “me”. This blog is about sharing what I have learned and experienced first hand about consciously manifesting reality to other “me’s” out there now who are slogging through a morass of debilitating circumstances with no apparent end in sight, no light at the end of the tunnel. If I did not have absolute proof from my own life that conscious manifesting techniques produce results, then most assuredly I would not be wasting my precious remaining time in this world writing these blog posts each week. My method of going back to that 1990’s me and helping him is to offer up through this blog, information that has helped me, and entertaining the hope that it will help others in the here and now.
Grain By Grain, Drop By Drop, Inch By Inch
So from birth to death, our lives slowly proceed, day by day, grain by grain, inch by inch, drop by drop. Until that one day when your name is listed in the daily death notices. Do you ever read the death notices? An example might be as follows: John Q. Public, age 83, died last Tuesday at St. John’s Hospice after a short illness. John was survived by blah, blah, blah. John was loved by everyone and led a full life. He worked at Smith Brothers Labs for 31 years retiring as vice-president for research. He was loved by everyone and led a full life. John volunteered 99 hours a week at the church mission and still had time for his loving wife, 7 children, 16 grandchildren and 5 great grandchildren as well as the many orphans that he and his wife adopted. John enjoyed going to be beach, bowling, gardening and feeding stray animals. John was loved by everyone and led a full life. He will be sorely missed by everyone, even those who never knew him. Services will be held at Quigley Funeral Home tomorrow at 7:00 pm. Burial services will be at Peaceful Valley Cemetery the following morning at 10:00 am. John’s family asks that in lieu of flowers, donations be made to: The Little Old Ladies Who Sit By The Window Knitting Foundation.
I am one of those old school guys who still read the newspapers (even though I also get news from the internet). And yes, I do read the death notices. Some of them have photographs of the deceased, I usually scan all the notices to note the age of the person when they died. Some have long biographical descriptions of the events of their life. Others have a brief biography. Yet others just give out the age at death, family members and funeral service information. Occasionally there will be the poignant notice of the death of a child which inevitably moistens my eyes. Although I still hold out hope, I have never read any death notice that says, “Joe was a useless SOB and all in the family are relieved that he has finally croaked so they can at least grab a few bucks from his estate.”
How would you construct your own newspaper death notice? Are you completely satisfied with what your life has been? How do you think your afterlife life review in the hereafter will go for you? While you cannot un-do what has been done in your life, are there things yet undone that you intensely desire to do with your remaining time? What is your reason for wanting to do these things? Is the impetus from the outside or from within you. While I am not qualified to judge anybody, including myself, I humbly submit that if your life is swayed by outside influences, you need to take a time out. The Kingdom of God is within you. The Kingdom of God should be your sole indicator. Take full advantage of your time out to listen, really listen, to guidance from within. Every day of life is so precious that to ignore guidance from Universal Intelligence within is a grievous mistake. It could render your death notice along the lines of “He could have, but sadly, he chose not to”.
Start, get started today, consciously manifesting the reality that fulfills the dreams of your Imagination. You really can you know, if you choose to.
Why The F Were You Born Anyway?
Getting back to the humans listed in the daily death notices, I wonder about the people listed in the notice. I wonder if they felt that they “hit the mark” of why they were born into the world in the first place. Are you like a bird or a squirrel that is born, lives and dies and the world just keeps going with new birds and new squirrels. With humans, after a few generations, memory of you fades away as if you were never here. Maybe a gravestone, maybe some family mementos. If you are a bigshot you might have something named after you. If you are Abraham Lincoln or George Washington you’ll get your own memorials and dozens of books written about you. Then let’s say that sooner or later humans finally succeed in their efforts to obliterate the entire human race (nuclear war, intentional pandemics, biological warfare, etc.). After a period of time, the earth would be cleansed of radiation or bacterium and a new dominant species of being would come forth. If that was the case, why the F were you born anyway?
I submit to you that you were born to enter into union with your Creator and to act as a conduit for exhibiting the Power, the Intelligence, the Imagination, the Love of the creative and unifying force of everything, everywhere – God. Whatever you are called to do, to say, to speak, to think, by your Inner Light, nothing else matters. What happened before and what happens after doesn’t matter. Even if the entire earth disintegrates and nothing is left but space dust (and perhaps your dirty underwear), if you heed the call of the Voice Within, your life will be an unqualified success. You will be giving spiritual fist pumps and shouting “Yes” when you subsequently view your life review. We are all here to manifest the Divine Force by consciously manifesting the dreams of our God-given Imagination. Those that were born with mental restrictions are here to teach us how to manifest selfless Love. Conscious manifesting always was the plan of why you were born. It is life. Choose life.