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Sunday, May 19, 2019
Over Coming Cause and Effect
Saturday, December 13, 2014
Over Coming Cause and Effect
Saturday, July 26, 2014
Over Coming Cause and Effect
Saturday, March 15, 2014
The Reverse Midas Touch
I know this may seem a little off character for me; talking about spirituality and all lately, but I need a release, a place to vent. What better place to get things of my chest than here, with my blogger friends? I am after all still human.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Overcoming Cause and Effect
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Not Fragile
Quite a few of these tough guys would flex their biceps when they were on camera. This was true for all of the body builders, and professional wrestlers of the day. I equated “toughness” with the size of one’s biceps.
I remember flexing my young arms and looking at them only to notice that I didn’t have any bulge at all. How was I going to get tough? My friend Rodney and I decided that we needed to start an exercise program. We started doing push-ups, sit-ups, and running. It wasn’t too long that we both started to notice a bulge when we made a muscle. Oh Boy! I’m getting tough!
I went to show my dad that I was now “tough”. I went to my dad and I said “Dad, look at me!” then I made a muscle for him. My dad said “That’s nice son, but let me tell you a secret; toughness doesn’t come from here,” He pointed at his sizable bicep, “but toughness comes from here.” Then he pointed at his head. “It is better to be tough, than strong.”
“But dad, what’s the difference, isn’t strength, and toughness the same?” “No son they aren’t.” He replied. “What’s the difference then dad?” Son, it’s good to have physical strength, but you need a strong mind, and a strong will in order to apply that strength.” “All of the strength in the world will not help you if you are not mentally tough enough to push yourself when you really need it.”
As I grew up I kept noticing that what he said was true. It wasn’t physical strength that made me stand up to, and fight the school bully. When I was a wrestler it wasn’t physical strength that made me keep going in the third period when I was dog tired, and it definitely wasn’t the size of my biceps that kept me getting up each morning to go to work.
There are many names for toughness. Some people call it perseverance, some call it persistence. Some people call it devotion, and others call it guts.
I prefer to think of it as being “not fragile”.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Cause and Effect
We are spiritual beings living in physical bodies trying to navigate our way through the worlds of duality to reach our true home; the world of true spirit the soul plane. One of the most difficult challenges we face on our journey is known as cause and effect. In the worlds of duality there is always an action, followed by an equal and opposite reaction. Cause is the action, and effect is the reaction. As spiritual beings we need to strive to always be cause, and to never let ourselves become victims of being the effect of anything occurring outside of ourselves.
Life is full of challenges; things happen all of the time. It is very easy to believe that we are but leaves being blown about in the autumn wind with no real control over what happens in our lives. This is not true, and it is a negative way to think. Yes, things happen; and we often face a new and different challenge every day. These challenges are simply that, tests to find out how far we have progressed. These tests are determined by our karmic debt that we have accumulated over our many lifetimes. Every time we work through a challenge, we burn off accumulated karma.
We have several tools at our disposal to ensure that we are always acting as cause, and not as effect. A very important tool is a positive attitude; know that you are being tested and do your very best to over come your problem. Another important tool is perseverance. Very few things in life that are important come easily. Thomas Edison once said that inventing something was ten percent inspiration, and ninety percent perspiration. This means that you should never give up on a problem; keep plugging away and do the best that you can. There is an old saying “God helps those who help themselves”. Truer words were never spoken. If you sit back and think that God will take care of your problems while you do nothing, you will often be sadly mistaken. However, if you do the best you can, and refuse to quit, you will find that God will be there to help when you really need it. Another important tool is the HU. Whenever you feel weak, or that you can’t go on, sing HU. Singing HU whether silently to yourself, or aloud, will raise your vibrations, and fill you with love; these positive vibes will give you the strength you need to carry on.
Always remember, everything is as it should be. Don’t judge, don’t fret, and don’t worry, just do your best. God never presents any of us with a problem that we are not capable of handling.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Not Fragile
When I was a little boy I wanted to grow up to be big, strong, and tough. Back in the sixties I had a lot of role models to fashion myself after. There was Jim Brown, Dick Butkus, Ray Nitschke, and Jim Otto. These guys were the epitome of strong tough guys. I wanted to grow up to be like one of them.
Quite a few of these tough guys would flex their biceps when they were on camera. This was true for all of the body builders, and professional wrestlers of the day. I equated “toughness” with the size of one’s biceps.
I remember flexing my young arms and looking at them only to notice that I didn’t have any bulge at all. How was I going to get tough? My friend Rodney and I decided that we needed to start an exercise program. We started doing push-ups, sit-ups, and running. It wasn’t too long that we both started to notice a bulge when we made a muscle. Oh Boy! I’m getting tough!
I went to show my dad that I was now “tough”. I went to my dad and I said “Dad, look at me!” then I made a muscle for him. My dad said “That’s nice son, but let me tell you a secret; toughness doesn’t come from here,” He pointed at his sizable bicep, “but toughness comes from here.” Then he pointed at his head. “It is better to be tough, than strong.”
“But dad, what’s the difference, isn’t strength, and toughness the same?” “No son they aren’t.” He replied. “What’s the difference then dad?” Son, it’s good to have physical strength, but you need a strong mind, and a strong will in order to apply that strength.” “All of the strength in the world will not help you if you are not mentally tough enough to push yourself when you really need it.”
As I grew up I kept noticing that what he said was true. It wasn’t physical strength that made me stand up to, and fight the school bully. When I was a wrestler it wasn’t physical strength that made me keep going in the third period when I was dog tired, and it definitely wasn’t the size of my biceps that kept me getting up each morning to go to work.
There are many names for toughness. Some people call it perseverance, some call it persistence. Some people call it devotion, and others call it guts.
I prefer to think of it as being “not fragile”.
Monday, February 23, 2009
The Reverse Midas Touch
I know this may seem a little off character for me; talking about spirituality and all lately, but I need a release, a place to vent. What better place to get things of my chest than here, with my Blogspot friends? I am after all still human.
Lately it seems I have stepped on every crack in the sidewalk, my best intentions have done nothing but bite me in the ass. Hell, even my own dog growled at me this morning! No matter what I do, its not good enough, and its done a day too late. I truly cannot do anything right and I'm left wondering why.
And to think, I had every intention, of writing a perfectly good post tonight about perseverance. You know, about keeping a stiff upper lip (pip pip and all) during tough times, and keeping a never say die attitude. Saying banal platitudes like "winners never quit, and quitters never win". Well screw that! I got to tell you, I am pretty fed up with it all. I probably should call the suicide hotline, but with my luck I would get a busy signal. Right now I don't feel like a doormat, I feel like an ant beneath the doormat.
Since I don't own any guns, I guess I'll just go to bed. Who knows, maybe the sun won't come up tomorrow. AAh, no chance I'll get that lucky, guess I'll have to go to work.