Good Ideas
I appreciate what’s presented here, and endorse Steven Johnson’s work.
I appreciate what’s presented here, and endorse Steven Johnson’s work.
I breathe into my center (I take a breath).
I notice my heartbeat. It is subtle, almost silent amid the pulse of my mind.
I ask what I am thinking and do not try to change my thoughts. I love myself, I hate myself. I need others, I need to be alone. I notice my thoughts
My friend’s brother made this video. I figure it’s good for that gentle dose of inspiration we all need once in a while:
I found and fell in love with the below quote from “The Unknown Teachings of Lao Tzu” as translated by Brian Walker. I believe it speaks to the spiritual truth beyond psychic awareness:
The clairvoyant may see forms which are elsewhere,
but he cannot see the formless.
The telepathic may communicate directly with the mind of another,
but
“Happiness resides not in possessions and not in gold; the feeling of happiness dwells in the soul.” – Democritus
I once met a woman who had a little dog. The dog was very sweet and quiet, and wore a yellow uniform that said “Therapy Dog” in block letters. I was impressed by it’s patience, and evident
I am a member of the Vision Alignment Project. The below vision was sent out today, written by Bethsy San Millan. I liked it.
“We see Haiti in abundance and joy. We see everyone in Haiti receiving the nutrition, care, love, and education to be healthy and happy. We see wise and loving leaders truly working for the
“There is deep wisdom within our very flesh, if we can only come to our senses and feel it.” Elizabeth A. Behnke
I invite an awareness that things don’t have to hurt in order to help you. In fact, if it’s hurting, it probably isn’t helping.
This is a bold statement, rarely believed and less
The below story was shared during a weekend workshop I recently attended. It demonstrates the revolutionary nature of love, and how when we connect to it everything changes:
THE TRAIN CLANKED and rattled through the suburbs of Tokyo on a drowsy spring afternoon. Our car was comparatively empty – a few housewives with their kids
I accept myself.
I accept that sometimes I’m afraid, and that there are times when the dark feels so much greater than the light I can’t understand how anyone (including me) could say otherwise.
I accept that feelings aren’t real.
I accept that I can explore the darkness, the depths of my fear, emotions and trauma I’ve carried
I’m writing this post as a result of the most recent weekend intensive with Joey Klein, a modern mystic I’ve studied under for over a year. Every encounter with Joey is intense and teaches techniques that can dramatically change one’s life, but this one seemed even more so. It went into detail with how to