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Tracy’s been having some lousy days lately. Her latest and greatest deal fell through, her clients were less than pleased, and her little cat had been sick.  Having a happy thought probably wasn’t top of her to do list. What were you aware of today?  Did you notice what you were thinking?  Maybe what you were feeling was more obvious?  If you’ve been reading my posts (and I just want to say thanks for all your encouragement) you’ll know I’ve been aware of some oddly and decidedly unfriendly thoughts this past week. My friend Tracy, must have decided to join the same club.  She shouldn’t have bothered…it’s not much of a group…I should probably get a sign, beware…for your own benefit keep away.  Or maybe if I shine a light or two no-one else would get caught on those twin cliffs of despair and despondency. Lighthouses don’t go running all…

[success]Some of us think holding on makes us strong: but sometimes it is letting go. ~ Herman Hesse[/success] You’d been together a long time.  You were comfortable with each other, you knew one another’s strengths and weaknesses.   You never thought you’d part company and then you did.  It was shockingly and suddenly over.  You’d actually moved on.  It was hard to believe, yet here you were letting go, choosing something new and it was…well okay. Until one day, those old familiar feelings re-surfaced…aargh…where in the heck did they come from?  You thought you were done with them…after all, you’d given them up, hadn’t you? Apparently not, for here they were in all their glory…having the cheek to show up, just to remind you that breaking up really is hard to do, especially when you’re breaking up with old, familiar and not very helpful negative thoughts. They say that confession…

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…

“It matters little whether our beliefs are factual or entirely false, for belief and assumption are highly creative. One might rightly ask, how can I practice believing something which my reason and senses would deny?  Am I not merely fooling myself?  Not when the natural laws and processes of creation are understood.  In order to reinforce it in our mind, it will be repeated throughout this work that our mental thought patterns, beliefs, assumptions, attitudes and emotions are being constantly recorded in our subconscious.  And it is the nature and function of this faculty, the subjective and receptive part of our mind, to reflect our mental habits into our outer experience. Belief in that which our senses do not perceive requires practicality.  By repetition we come to believe. While highly useful faculties, as far as they are empowered, reason, logic and the senses are undependable.  They are always subject to…

Call me paranoid, but there are times when I think my thoughts are out to get me.  Yes that’s the sixty thousand daily thoughts we apparently have.  But then  I remember, uh-oh, I think I’m supposed to be in charge of them. Though there are definitely times when it seems that they think they’re the boss. Those small, negative, but still creative thoughts, disguised as apparently inoffensive teeny, tiny ideas. Take today, I set off for my appointment a little later than usual and did I think it’s okay, I’ll get there in perfect time.  Not likely…I probably used up at least twenty of my daily thought ration on, I’m going to be late.  I know it, I’ll definitely be late. Around number twenty, I caught what was going on and used the next few hundred on…how great I got there in plenty of time.  Phew…that felt much better.  Enquiring…

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