On Saturday, January 3rd, at exactly 5:42 pm my nose started to bleed. By the time I grabbed something to hold to my nose I was soaked in blood. Red, thick, beautiful blood. Scary. My inner eyes projected a scenario: me, on the floor, dead, in a pool of blood.
I checked my pulse and it was bang, bang, bang, unusually strong. “I must have high blood pressure” I thought. Both my parents died of broken blood vessels… and both my brothers have high blood pressure.
The blood eruption repeated itself at 11:02 pm, three times on Sunday, and twice on Monday.
Monday night, as I was staring at the blank wall contemplating the chances of dying, I suddenly saw my Kabbalah teacher in my mind’s eye. She recently recovered from a nasty disease, and it had done her a world of
You want to live a life where you say this about yourself, a lot. “…And I lived to tell the tale…”
Where you are on the edge… and come back to tell the tale.
The edge? it feels like the dividing line between life and death. It is just a feeling. Some edge is quite inconsequential, but the going there is tremendous.
I signed up to be coached on Monday, and it’s Sunday, and I am already “fired”.
Another man’s integrity may be out of integrity for you. Another man’s wisdom is not YOUR wisdom. That is what happened.
I was asked to do something that doesn’t agree, doesn’t foster love between my two selves. Everybody is doing it… but for me to love ME, I can’t do it.
One of the signs of the overwhelming inauthenticity ((My definition of authenticity is that there is nothing in the unsaid that isn’t consistent with what is visible… Authenticity is one of those big words that no one knows what it really means… so they go by feeling. The simplest way to define authenticity is that there is no pretense, no façade, no game playing. The person is the same through and through, whether he/she is seen or not.
Most people smile a lot in their pictures, but I can feel their anxiety, their fear, their inner trembling.
One more thing that I haven’t said before, but given that we are working with memes: if you obey memes, if you repeat memes, if you try to fit in with memes, y
It’s January, and a good large percentage of the searches on my site are for the mindset of money… People’s mind is on abundance this month… and it will stay there till April…
I have been observing people and businesses for decades. If you made it through March, then you probably made it another year… but the sense of impending doom begins in January.
I read a story about a woman who gave away ALL her money.
She was, a millionaire (or close to it) at the time. In any case, she came from money.
Her grandfather was a famous industrialist. Her parents had owned houses and property all over the world.
Thing is, this woman (who had been born into all this money and the lifestyle it afforded) didn’t feel
What is wrong with movies, TV series, that I can’t stomach… or barely?
I am talking about good stories. I am talking about shows with good or passable actors, good directing… And yet the show is scarcely enjoyable because the character doesn’t fit. the inner world of the character is off… tells a different story.
Like the serial killer in The Fall… more about it later.
I have been pondering this for the past few months when there are less and less stuff to watch, and I have less and less ambition to fill my day with work.
And finally I got it.
In fact some movie director lead me to it. He said: I prefer to let an actor do
I completed the third round of the 67 steps, and my intrinsic Self told me: it is time for another kind of practice.
So I have been curiously waiting for the “thing” to show up, and today it did.
Actually it started two days ago, but I noticed it today.
I need to get on the chiropractic table periodically to adjust my hip, or it goes out of shape to the degree that my thigh bone jumps out of its socket. That is very painful.
So I got on the table today… and it’s a long process… and somehow I was looking into what started my hip pain, whe
If you found out that all the wrong turns, mistakes you made in your life… probably thousands, you made them because you didn’t see what there was to see.
A number of years ago, one leader in Landmark Education said: Most people either don’t sign up or quit as soon as they see it.
See what? You ask…
See that the solution to the issues of their lives, the decisions that would have taken them to success were there, but they didn’t see them.
I didn’t see them, and you didn’t see them.
Moreover… no matter how many times I notice that I didn’t see something, the fact doesn’t change: I don’t see what is there… I see something else.
On Saturday, January 3rd, at exactly 5:42 pm my nose started to bleed. By the time I grabbed something to hold to my nose I was soaked in blood. Red, thick, beautiful blood. Scary. My inner eyes projected a scenario: me, on the floor, dead, in a pool of blood.
