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Be Still and Become Aware

Happiness, sadness and emotional well-being are not necessarily destinations or conditions of the mind that we must fear or long for. If we want growth and maturity, we must welcome all aspects of being human.

Love and appreciate each and every experience. What we gather during that time, in forms of lessons and insight, will determine the rate in which we grow and how deeply we feel toward ourselves and others.

Life is definitely a journey. Be wise and pay attention. Enjoy!

The Dualistic Nature of Our Thinking: I’m Right, You’re Wrong

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Holiday gatherings are meant for fun and festivities with family and friends, correct? Well then why does it represent a time of dread, stress and depression for most people? Yes, you’re bound to have moments of laughter and walks down memory lane. But what about the other moments. Like when you simply sit there smiling at your loved ones while they make snide remarks toward anything that doesn’t represent their faith, culture or taste in music. Like a pressurized bottle cap, you attend year after year suppressing the urge to speak up. If you express your discontent, you run the risk of confrontation. If you continue to ignore this display of self-righteousness, you’ll eventually find yourself drifting further toward the land of isolation.

So, who’s to blame?  Is it the “devil?” (In my SNL’s Church Lady voice) — which is a conditioned response you’d expect to hear from someone who grew up in the church, and this blame-filled explanation doesn’t take much effort. Thinking critically on the other hand does. It also takes courage and objectivity. It has been my experience that spiritually evolved people are open and respectful to ALL expressions of God. A Christ-minded individual should express nothing but love and understanding, not judgement and self-righteousness… which in my opinion represent nothing but dogma and the rigid ideology that Christianity has become.

A classmate of mine stated in one of our required presentations that if someone speaks in absolutes, like what you hear from dogmatic Christians, run from them because you can not reason with a rigid mind. The “enemy,” or any other perceived outside force, is not to blame for family conflict.  There will always be opposing views at the dinner table. So, again who’s to blame? According to Carl Jung and Wayne Dyer, power, control, ignorance and the ego mind are all culprits. The dualistic nature of our thinking speaks to this (dualism). It doesn’t matter if it’s two people or two nations. The ego mind has to be right.

religion_imright_yourwrongMy decision to step away from family has apparently caused a “crack in the family’s foundation.” Yes, we are indeed loved ones… and I love them dearly. Simply put, I have grown in a different direction, and that’s okay. However, I have to admit that it’s very lonely being the odd man out. There’s nothing I’d like more than to share space with my loved ones. However, if sharing space means suffering their ignorance or negotiating my identity, I’d much rather stay home. I stopped debating religion many years ago because I was consistently finding that those who are dogmatically anchored to ideology are not very good with reason.

I am at a point in my life where I am no longer able to hold my tongue, and considering that I am a recovering hot-head, I am afraid my sharp tongue will hurt my sister. When I was discussing this with my mother she mentioned how important it is that I get this off my chest. A quiet voice then whispered to my spirit that I may be underestimating my sister’s ability to understand my views on religion.

Rigid minds lead to bigotry.

Like racism, religion is a social construct. What we know has been force-fed to us by culture, family and institutions. Once while in a graduate class we debated the difference between Muslim and Christian extremists. I drew the analogy of how religious bigotry share a backyard with racial bigotry. They may be in different sections, but nonetheless they’re in the same backyard.

People who are not exposed to different cultures, religions or races tend to resist the idea of examining or deconstructing what they have grown to know as “normal” or “right.” Their egocentric views direct them toward self-righteousness and a sense of superiority. Many Christians go about their day-to-day lives looking through a very narrow lens, believing their entire lives that this view if “truth.” What they are not aware of is how their belief system creates division and that rigid ideologies are at the center of wars and conflict. Pope Francis recently likened it to an “illness.”

“In ideologies there is not Jesus: in his tenderness, his love, his meekness. And ideologies are rigid, always. Of every sign: rigid. And when a Christian becomes a disciple of the ideology, he has lost the faith: he is no longer a disciple of Jesus, he is a disciple of this attitude of thought… For this reason Jesus said to them: ‘You have taken away the key of knowledge.’ The knowledge of Jesus is transformed into an ideological and also moralistic knowledge, because these close the door with many requirements. The faith becomes ideology and ideology frightens, ideology chases away the people, distances, distances the people and distances of the Church of the people. But it is a serious illness, this of ideological Christians. It is an illness, but it is not new, eh?”

I heard David Letterman mention that travel is the best form of education you can give a child because it widens their scope. It makes way for understanding cultural/racial/religious differences. Otherwise we will marginalize and judge things we don’t understand. While traveling I would sometime make a point to visit various religious services. It didn’t matter if it was an episcopal church, Jewish synagogue or a Jain temple I stepped in.

It’s naïve to think that two or more people getting together for the holidays, or any occasion, will always get along. We’re all taught the hot-button topics to avoid… politics, religion, race, etc. Those topics are okay to discuss if everyone  is of the same mindset. But what if they’re not.

Off the reservation

What happens when a family member returns home after being off the reservation for a while? Who will bend? Because of your exposure to new things/people/places, you see things differently. The world is no longer flat, and returning back to the home front can be a lonely experience. But because we are social beings, and according to Maslow have a need to feel a sense of belonging and acceptance, we try to fit in. I think most people walk aimlessly through life behaving like mindless drones not understanding their circle of influence or why they think what they think. Please forgive me if I’m coming across as mean-spirited, and yes I’m being a little condescending. I once wrote in my journal that I do not want to be a mental slave to ancient men of the past anymore. “We are governed, our minds molded, our ideas formed, largely by ancient men we have never heard of or met.” ~ Bernays.

Jesus protect me from followersMany people are afraid to accept that the Bible, which is a compilation of books, was put together by men. Again, religion is a social construct, and like any scholarly approach the who, what, when, where should all be considered when understanding it. Your average Christian would look at you sideways if you’d ask them about the Nicene Creed and Constantine’s role in shaping Christianity. Having a basic understanding of history between the 3rd and 17 century provided me with enough information to know that my relationship with God should be a unilateral one, not based on a bilateral arrangement where an intercessor is thinking for me. Galileo wrote in a letter to the Grand Duchess Christina, “I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has endowed us with sense, reason, and intellect has intended us to forgo their use.”

Galileo wrote many insightful things about his relationship with the church, and if I recall there were many scholars during that period who proclaimed that the church was the antichrist. If you’re not aware of the church’s dark history (crusades, inquisition, etc.), you would find that hard to digest.  The dogmatic structure of Christianity doesn’t make room for critical thought, so things/words like blasphemy or heresy were invented.

While visiting my sister I often heard criticism about things they didn’t understand. Misrepresented comments about yoga, Harry Potter, or other church denominations, and religions to that matter, would fill the air. And the Illuminati, a simple read about the Dark Ages and the Age of Enlightenment would have easily cleared up a few things for them.  Heck, the word in and of itself speaks volumes to what it means. Illuminati… their inner dialogue could have been something like, “Illuminati… hmm what could that be… it sounds like illuminate which means to bring forth light. Wow! Could it be that the Illuminati is something positive?” If they were to look it up they’ll see that the word is “plural of Latin Illuminatus… enlightened.” To illuminate ones path. But rigid thinkers are afraid to seek out new information. While in graduate school there were many philosophers from the enlightenment era we had to study, and considering the topic and nature of the classes (race/culture/identity), I now understand why authors like Descartes and Kant were required reading.

Putting God in a box is divisive

god-box-500x500I knew at a young age that I was spirit first. After my grandmothers death in 1983 I remember sitting on my bed in the dark watching the silhouette of my arm move up and down. I said, “what makes my arm move?” I would also stare for several minutes at a time in the mirror asking similar questions. I remember feeling this sense of peace and understanding while looking in the mirror as if this presence or conscious being looking back at me welcomed me. I thought and analyzed what it must have been like in my mother’s stomach, coming out into the world and then leaving it. I don’t remember ever being afraid of death.  I always looked forward to the transition. Don’t misunderstand me, I want to live a long time because there are many things I want to experience in life. My attitude has always been, since it’s something I can’t avoid I might as well embrace it.

My thirst for understanding kicked in again in my early 20s. I finally had the courage to step away from what I was conditioned to believe as “truth.”  I probably read a dozen books over a 3 month period. My spirit kept screaming for more understanding. When I first stepped foot into a Unity church the message resonated deeply with my spirit. It’s what I felt about God and Christ as a young teenager. No one domination/religion/person owns God. Someone recently explained to me why Christianity works for him. He quoted something from Confucius and proceeded to explain why Christianity is better. Putting God in a box will ultimately lead to the ego dominated notion that one God is better than another… and we know what that leads to… war, conflict, atrocities and suffering.  Putting God in a box leads to arrogance and my God is better than your God thoughts. I was highly offended when my sister mentioned to my mother that the unity church I joined was a cult. I read to my mother the definition… “us versus them mentality… messiah/martyr complex… rejection of critical thought.” I then asked my mother who belongs to what?

Group Thinking and Conformity

Take any communications class that deals with issues pertaining to group dynamics and you’ll quickly learn how we’re all governed by systems of thought. I find it interesting how people believe in the myth of individualism. Yes, of course we’ve got individual freedoms within the confines of society and we need values and law and order for a just society, but we still live within a controlled system (love the Matrix by the way.)

image-7JNFA6QPDo a quick scan of the internet on group thinking or conformity and you’ll find all sorts of information. With my first scan I found… “Groupthink is a psychological phenomenon that occurs within a group of people, in which the desire for harmony or conformity in the group results in an irrational or dysfunctional decision-making outcome. Group members try to minimize conflict and reach a consensus decision without critical evaluation of alternative viewpoints, by actively suppressing dissenting viewpoints, and by isolating themselves from outside influences.”

Forcing yourself to embrace the idea of thinking critically about your belief system takes courage. It’s much easier to push things that contradict your thinking off to the side, labeling them as deficient or of the “enemy.” Early on I started teaching my kids the importance of embracing and respecting things that are outside of their comfort zone or circle of norm. I’ve always told them that differences aren’t deficiencies, they’re just different. One of many things I learned from Hinduism is to always strive to create a spirit of mutual equality. The ego mind will not allow that, nor will the dualistic system we live in (up/down, hot/cold, right/wrong). Why not make an attempt to understand what lay between the spaces.  Prayers, affirmations and mantras I write for myself are designed to help navigate those spaces. Taming the ego mind is something I work very hard at. I once heard someone say that ego stands for Edging God Out. Over centuries the ego mind has turned these great men into messiahs. Buddha mentioned countless times to his followers that he should not be made into a deity. I refuse to allow socially constructed religions to keep me from having relationships with Christ, Buddha, Confucius or Krishna. Deconstructing what I consider as “truth” is something I will continue doing because I know it’s an important ingredient for growth.

I challenge all Christians to view Christ and his message outside of what man and the church constructed. What I’d like for my sister to understand is that the ways in which people worship and view God is based on their culture, language and systems of thought. Jesus was not an exclusivist. It was man who created Christianity. I think Christ would say to the Church, “You missed my point!” And I also think he would agree that man has hijacked his message. Folks have been co-opting Jesus and his message for centuries.

I will continue to study and learn from the above teachers not because they were force-fed to me by those in my circle, but because they help in my quest to stay connected to my source… which by the way is the actual meaning of the word religion. Derived from the Latin term religiō — return to source.

“Nothing has done more to separate and divide human beings one from another than exclusivist organized religion.” Neale Donald Walsch

I end with my favorite scene from the movie Dead Poets Society. I first heard of this movie while working at an office supply store. My Jewish friend Carol came rushing in with her big coat on saying, “John, John!!! I thought of you while watching this movie… you gotta see it.”

This is the most important scene of the movie I think. It reminds me of the Henry David Thoreau quote, “The universe is wider than our views of it.”

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2EdWgsTUhmI

12 Years a Slave Changed My Life

Originally posted on Ideas:

A friend recently echoed the typical response I hear from people who have seen the film 12 Years a Slave: “I was moved.” Maybe they’re afraid to say too much because it’s about racism. But a more accurate response to the film, one that resonates best with me, is “I will never look at this country the same way again.”

12 Years a Slave is not Disneyfied or glossed over. It’s not a beautiful movie about the “Great South” with lavish costumes, grand balls, and white war heroes. You won’t leave the theater saying, “Oh my God, I loved that movie!” It’s just one man’s story, but it makes you imagine how horrible life had to have been for millions of others who lived exactly like him for hundreds of years. They built much of the foundation and wealth of this country in absolute misery and for free.

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Show You The Way To Go by The Jacksons

Show you the way to go by the JacksonsI got choked up this morning listening to the song “Show You The Way To Go,” by The Jacksons.  There’s something about these old songs from my childhood (especially Michael Jackson’s) that touches me deeply. I guess the time I spent with a childhood friend last weekend is responsible for me being in this state of heightened awareness. She opened up to me revealing many things about her childhood and her current emotional state that, in turn, opened me up.  It seems that I can feel again, which is something I welcome.  I hadn’t realized how much I’ve cut myself off from people… from feeling… from expressing.  I’ve justified it by saying that I don’t want to spread my negative energy. For the most part I love being alone with my thoughts. However, I do realize that too much isolation can be dangerous.  Human interaction is as important as breathing, so we must make an effort to connect. Not just with anyone either. I think if we listen close enough our spirit will whisper whether or not to connect with someone. I’m so happy I decided to listen to mine that day when I reached out to her on Facebook.

The only person that I connect with on a deep level is my oldest sister. When in pain I simply retreat to my inner world and deal with it alone or chat with her about whatever is dancing around in my head. Like most people I tend to suppress extreme emotions for the sake of coping. It may just be that the key to healing is feeling. We must welcome our suffering (perhaps we should stop referring to it as suffering).  It’s simply a temporary condition of the mind, right? I’ve written many times on this blog that if we want growth and maturity we must feel our pain… sit in it… and at times share it with someone we trust. I am so honored that she decided to share her pain with me. I will cherish our friendship and I can’t wait to communicate with her on deeper levels.


Show you the way to go lyrics by the Jacksons

19 Symptoms That Indicate Your Adrenals Need Support

Originally posted on DrJulissa.com - Official Website of Julissa Hernandez, ND:

This gland is your gland, this gland is my gland.

Endocrine glands secrete hormones into the bloodstream. These chemical messengers have specialized tasks in the body and control a myriad of bodily functions, including sleep, growth, sexual development, metabolism, tissue repair and more. Glands can become weakened by stress, a poor diet, chemicals in our food and air, and many other factors. Such weakness can manifest as low energy, low sexual desire and other imbalances.

Facts about the glandular system, especially, your adrenal glands:

  1. The adrenal glands, two of the most important glands in our body, are the size of grapes.
  2. The adrenal glands can be weakened by physical and environmental stressors.
  3. Weak adrenal glands are often a cause of low sex drive (low libido) and insomnia.
  4. The glandular system relies on trace minerals for specific nutrition, but food processing often eliminates them from our diet.

How do you know…

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The Wizard That Never Was

The Wizard That Never Was.

Mindful Living

The world is my oasis

The world is your oasis!

Words of Epictetus… as interpreted by Sharon Lebell

“Never depend on the admiration of others. There is no strength in it. Personal merit cannot be derived from an external source. It is not to be found in your personal associations, not can it be found in the regard of other people. It is a fact of life that other people, even people who love you, will not necessarily agree with your ideas, understand you, or share your enthusiasms. Grow up! Who cares what other people think about you!

Create your own merit.

Personal merit cannot be achieved through our associations with people of excellence. You have been given your own work to do. Get to it right now, do your best at it, and don’t be concerned with who is watching you.

Create your own merit

Create your own merit

Do your own useful work without regard to the honor or admiration your efforts might win from others. There is no such thing as vicarious merit.

Other people’s triumphs and excellence belong to them. Likewise, your possessions may have excellence, but you yourself don’t derive excellence from them.

Think about it: what is really your own? The use you make of the ideas, resources, and opportunities that come your way. Do you have books? Read them. Learn from them. Apply their wisdom. Do you have specialized knowledge? Put it to its full and good use. Do you have tools? Get them out and build or repair things with them. Do you have a good idea? Follow up and follow through on it. Make the most of what you’ve got, what is actually yours.

You can be justifiably happy with yourself and at ease when you’ve harmonized your actions with nature by recognizing what truly is your own.”

Bring on the learning revolution by Ken Robinson

“Very many people go through their whole lives having no real sense of what their talents may be…”

The Wizard That Never Was

the_old_man_in_the_mirror_by_vergyl“Many people die at twenty five and aren’t buried until they are seventy five.” Benjamin Franklin

By Jonathan East

My 14 year old daughter asked me to tell her a story the other night.  It was at one time an evening ritual, something I looked forward to as much as she. I couldn’t wait to see how those innocent eyes would react to the strange twists I would put in the stories. Wow, she’s no longer a child. The window is shrinking fast. A few more years and she’ll be off to college. I often worry about how little time I spend with her. Between my full-time job and the part-time job I recently stepped away from, I found myself pretty exhausted by the time I arrived home. Now that my evenings are free projects around the house takes up most of my evenings. The main bathroom has been ripped up for a year and a half now. After I remove a few more sections of the floor I’ll start prepping for the tub installation. Taking a shower in the other bathroom is fine, but I miss my hot relaxing baths.

My mind has been in overdrive with all that I have to accomplish… remodeling the bathroom, painting the kitchen, landscape… pretty much the entire house needs a makeover. But my daughter and son need my attention more than anything of those things. The to-do list will always be there, right?  There must be a healthy balance where by doing at least 30 minutes of yard or house work each day I’ll feel as if I’m progressing. Time spent with my kids each day is a must.

When my daughter asked for a story my first reaction was to say, “Some other time sweetie.” But heck, it has probably been a few years since telling her a story. I had come up stairs only to see if they were asleep. I was watching game 6 of the NBA finals and with only 2 minutes left in overtime I didn’t want to miss anything. I told her I’ll be back up in a few minutes not knowing if I had it in me to tell her a story. Over the past 5 years or so I’ve been in a different state of mind. I underestimated the affect stress would have on me. I’ve always viewed myself as a grounded person, someone with a healthy dose of humility, ambition and confidence.  I knew I could take on as much as life wanted to dish out. But stress began to slowly chip away at me. My circumstances and many of my stressors are somewhat common, but some of them I felt were not so common. Stepping away from opportunities in the film industry that could have led me down a different path, recovering from a near bankruptcy from a failed business venture in 2005 (I should have filed as my advisor suggested)… following my two precious little ones back to MI away from my Southern CA paradise… a mentally unstable elderly parent… the unwelcome career move… all took its toll. Before I slip further into neurosing about my past, I’ll shift gears a little and write about the story I told my daughter last night.

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After watching the Miami Heat avoid what seemed at the time to be a sure loss, I headed back up stairs to see if I could muster up enough mental energy for a story. As I sat down next to her the word wizard jumped into my mind.  “The Wizard that Never Was,” flew off my lips. Not knowing where I would take this I began telling a story about an 87 year old wizard who had chosen a life of solitude, isolating himself from everyone. He has allowed fear, the opinion of others and all else pertaining to the ego mind to control him. And the sad thing about this wizard I told her was that he was the most gifted of all of his kind. He simply never felt led to express his talents and gifts. For most of his adult life he did nothing but sit on his front porch. This old man was such a mystery to everyone. Every person in town made up stories about him, ranging from him being the wise oracle, prophesied in ancient mythical stories about being The One… to him being nothing more than a deranged old man who simply never lived up to his potential.

I shared with my daughter a Benjamin Franklin quote… “Many people die at twenty five and aren’t buried until they are seventy five.” Again, I didn’t know where I was taking the story so I threw in something from another story I heard about a morning runner and an old man, changing it a little to fit the direction my impulses were leading me. I started talking about a 37 year old runner passing his house each morning. Every morning a quiet voice within would speak to her, telling her to stop and talk to him. She was curious about the old wizard. But she was afraid, until one morning she passed his house just as he was turning away from his mailbox. Only inches from the curb he stopped and said without turning around, “Don’t you have something for me?” She wanted to keep running but the timing and how it resonated with what she had been feeling each morning made her feel as if she had no choice. “I don’t know,” she said. “What do you mean?” she asked. By this time he had made his way to his porch. “Please, sit down,” he said. For what seemed to be an eternity she sat there next to him without a word being spoken. She didn’t know if she had something for him or not.

“What do you run from each morning?” he asked. “Nothing,” she said. “Is that some sort of rhetorical question?” “I don’t know,” the old man said. “Aren’t you that wizard?” she asked.  She sat there waiting for him to answer but he continued to look off into the distance. He finally broke the silence by asking, “How do you define wizard?” “Someone who has special powers,” she says. “Don’t we all have special powers?,” he said. “I don’t know where you’re going with this old man.” “I don’t either… you’re the one with something on your mind.” By now she’s becoming a little frustrated, I tell my daughter. The runner then goes off on a little tangent expressing how her mother thinks that he’s some kind of holy man, possessing gifts that no one else has and how all of her friends growing up think he’s nothing more than a crazy old man.  A few seconds after she finishes her little rant, he does nothing but stare at her as if he’s waiting for her to tell him more. She stares back at him, thinking she could somehow feel his answer. She had recently read a book about telepathy and metaphysics, so she thought she’d try and see if some of that stuff was true. But she didn’t feel anything, just the burning sensation from her left plantar fascia tendon. Knowing she had another mile to run she didn’t want her body to cool down. “I have to go,” she said. He smiles and says, “Come back when you figure out what you’re running from each morning.” Feeling frustrated again she starts explaining why people run, as if speaking to a child who doesn’t understand the idea of exercise and fitness. “I know why you think you run,” he says calmly. “Rhetorical or not, the answer you will find is the same…. next time when you stop and talk to me simply expect to have the answer… you’ll be surprised and enlightened by what comes out of your mouth…. I know you will have something for me.”

She smiles and says before running off, “I hope so.”

I said good nite to my daughter and asked if she’d chew on the story for awhile and then come up with the next part where the runner comes back for her next visit.

Great article about the philosophy of anger.

The Philosophy of Anger – The Hindu

by Sudhamahi Regunathan, The Hindu.com

In his documentary, Botton illustrates the driving mechanism behind anger and its management by citing philosopher Seneca’s beliefs

Modern life is full of frustrations and most of us do not seem to be able to respond philosophically to it. We are prone to losing our tempers. Anger seems as much a part of life today as bad driving and traffic jams,” says Botton in the third documentary on “Philosophy: A Guide to Happiness”.

“We find one ancient philosopher who was particularly concerned with anger and wanted to calm people down. He was born in Coduba province of Spain in the year A.D. 180. His name was Seneca. The author of more than 20 books on all aspects of life, Seneca came to Rome and became influential here. He was the most popular and famous philosopher of his day. But that does not mean his life was free from frustration. He was naturally a melancholic man… and he lived in very dangerous times of despotic, violent and unpredictable rulers.”

In 49 A.D. he had to take on, against his will, the most fateful job in the Imperial administration: tutor a 12-year-old boy, the future emperor Nero. “It soon became apparent that Nero was a murderous psychopath. Knowing he was in danger, Seneca attempted to withdraw from court. He offered his resignation twice. The emperor Nero refused. Nothing in Seneca’s experience encouraged him to believe Nero, when he embraced him tightly and he said he would not harm him, that he would actually not,” says Botton

Botton takes you on a virtual tour of the underground chambers where Nero, who wielded absolute power, perpetrated utmost cruelty on his countrymen. Botton enumerates them, painfully. That is why, he says, Seneca felt the urgency to tame tempers. “It was because the consequences of anger were so great that Seneca was desperate to assuage them,” says Botton. “Seneca dedicated a whole book to the subject titled ‘On Anger’. The most hideous and frenzied of all emotions, he called it, but crucially he refused to see it as an irrational outburst, something over which we had no control. Anger arose because of some rationally held ideas about the world, and the problem with these ideas is that they are far too optimistic. Seneca said people get angry because they are too hopeful. Whenever we get angry there is an element of surprise, self-pity and injustice. Seneca’s first advice is to be more pessimistic so that we adjust our view of the world so that we are less surprised when reversals occur. Also if we accept that we are less likely to be able to do something about them, we will lose it less often.”

Seneca said that we want the world in our way; that cannot be. Like a dog on a leash, we have some freedom, not all. And like a dog on a leash it is better to know the length of your leash. So Seneca says our freedom comes from knowing what we can do is to acquire an attitudinal change.

“Seneca believed prosperity fostered bad tempers. The wealthier you are the more expectations you have,” says Botton, who goes on to talk of how surprises can also throw your temper off balance. “So he recommends a calm daily meditation on how things can go wrong.”

That makes you more prepared and also differentiate between the things you can change and that which you cannot. Seneca believes we often overestimate our capacity to change things. “In order to remind us constantly of just how many things lie outside of our control he invoked Goddess Fortune. She holds the cornucopia, which was a symbol that she would bestow the best in life. In the other hand she had a darker object, the rudder, a reminder of her power to shift our destiny for the worse. She is a symbol of everything we must accept… the good and bad.”

Botton ends with shots of Pompeii where destiny ran her course of hot lava without man’s permission and the story of how Seneca was ordered to kill himself by Emperor Nero. Seneca did so with fortitude, giving life to his beliefs in his death.

Seneca on Anger – Philosophy: A Guide to Happiness

When It’s Time For You To Move You’ll Know It; Trusting Your Instincts

Greek Islesby Jonathan East

I have yet to pinpoint why I’ve been shying away from posting anything. It’s been more than two months since my last post. Some creative types push the idea that one should always be in a constant state of production… even if you’re not feeling it you should always produce something. On such days I used to start my journal entries with words describing my hesitation, and surprisingly something magical would kick in where I would simply write what came to mind, completely unfiltered.

I think my hesitation with writing on this here blog may stem from my decision to share the web address with a few friends of mine. Exposing your inner most thoughts takes courage. I never wanted this blog to be something I had to work at. I simply wanted a place where I could come to lay down my thoughts, without worry of being misunderstood or any of those unhealthy thoughts that stifle creativity.

Regardless, I must create space for my spirit, a place where I can roam freely without boundaries, worry or hesitation. Like most people, I’ve got a lot on my plate right now… which is okay. I definitely see that I must revisit my personal constitution to add something that deals with difficult decision-making. Should I head back to graduate school where I can write and continue down the path of exploration and understanding… dive back into the world of entrepreneurship… or should I simply keep rotting away in the confinements of my 9 to 5. I can hear an old mentor of mine in my ear right now saying that I should start by not calling the decision-making difficult.

I spent time alone this past Saturday which helped quiet my mind. I spend way too much time upstairs. I need to get out of my head for a while and start looking for ways to help others. And when it’s time for me to make a decision I’ll know it. Trusting and acting on my instincts was something I did quit often at one point in my life. Perhaps it’s time to revisit the practice.

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