Would you believe it, I had another lucid dream. This is peculiar even for me…and as you all know I’m pretty weird. How many is that in the past couple of weeks…around five?
If I could tell you I imagined the jewel and brought it back with me, you know I would. Does it count, even a little, that in my dream I remembered I was going to do it…hmm not so much? You’re a tough crowd.
I just got distracted by needing to turn a railway station into a hotel and prove to some stranger that she really was in my dream by changing the colour of her husband’s shirt – I wanted to turn it red – sadly, the best I could manage was blue. I changed the colour of a couple of shirts, but that was the sum total of my control; it would seem I’m still in the practicing stage.
Even more odd was the fact that in my dream I was talking to Adam Arkin…yes that one, the actor, explaining to him that consciousness was the only reality. Now you might wonder why he was in my dreams at all. It just so happens that my Darling One and I had been watching some tv show that that we missed first time around, and Adam was in it.
Why?
No, not why was Adam in the tv show, why was he in my dream.
Mental diets matter
It’s all about immersion. We’d been watching this series every night for a week. So it was permeating our consciousness, well mine at least.
We’re feeding our consciousness all day, every day and our entire life is made up of this mental diet. How picky are you about the food you put in your body? Maybe you like the occasional ‘treat’ and sometimes in my case, it’s not always as occasional as it could be. We tend to eat what feels good…and some of us actually eat what’s good for us. What’s up with that?
Are you willing to take some poison with dinner tonight? No? Too picky for that. Okay.
How much poison are you feeding your mind each day. How many negative thoughts, or doubts, or fear that’ll never create a happy environment, or deliver happy events into our life? Would it add up to an appetizer, or how about an entree…or maybe, is it the whole meal?
Something went wrong today, oh great let’s focus on it, let’s worry about it, let’s feel really, really bad. That’s going to do so much good. And tomorrow my experiences will be fantastic. Not.
Are you healthy? How’s your finances? What about your relationships? Everything going great guns? Good for you, you’re choosing to place into your imagination, food that enriches and vitalizes your world.
Choose something new
If we would just choose one new habit of thought a week and practice it as much as possible, life would begin to take on new tones, new moods, new colours. And then we just keep doing it…another, better thought for next week. And how about immersing ourselves in beautiful guided meditations, or an uplifting book. But most importantly, be immersed in what feels good to you, because that’s what brings all your wonderful desires right to your doorstep.
I love stories and if you haven’t heard this one, it tells the tale so perfectly:
“A young Cherokee is brought before the tribal elders, who’re concerned about his aggressive tendencies. One of the elders take the young man aside and tells him that his anger is understandable, since all humans have within them two wolves.
One wolf is good and peaceable and the other is angry. The two wolves are in constant battle with one another since neither is powerful enough to destroy the other.
The young man asks, “But if they’re of equal power, which wolf will win?” The elder replies, “The one you feed the most.”
Our life is made by us. Every event, every experience, every joy, every doubt, arrives courtesy of our mental diet. And the great news is, we’re always at choice as to what we immerse ourselves in, what we feed our imagination and our soul.
I think I’m ready for a slap up meal right about now.
Encourage one another.
Love Elle
xoxo
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I am taken with the idea of choosing and practicing one new habit of thought per week. I would proffer that the net effects would be exponential not linear. What a wonderful way to expand . . . Thank you.
Write on, Elle !
Thank you, Elle. I was feeling a bit blocked these days, and yesterday I remembered this story, feed the good wolf, and it helped, and there you are today, telling the world that same story. I’m so glad there’s you.
It’s so funny Ana, the way consciousness works. Today, I read a post which, although from a different perspective, had the parable of the wolves. We are all one. 🙂 It’s no surprise is that, that you were thinking of the story and voila, there it is!
I guess I’ve been feeding my mind right. I’m not one to worry you see. My mother isn’t a worrier and her mother wasn’t one either. My father’s family is pretty much the same way. All of us have the philosophy that if you can do anything about it, leave it alone and it will work itself out or the solution will make itself known.
What a wonderful family trait Glynis. Years ago I had to limit any worrying I had. I would give myself ten minutes a day to worry, and funnily enough by giving myself permission to worry, suddenly it was a challenge to find something that I could worry about. But your Mum and Grandma and now you definitely have the best idea. Great encouragement for everyone. Thanks Glynis for sharing. 🙂