The “and” game… What your resistance says about you

bad attitude, the attitude of resistingI got lucky today. I got to see something I haven’t seen in a long time.

It’s been many years that I “shared” with anyone.

Sharing is a Landmark Education distinction: you talk about some gain in your life, in a particular way, and if you did it well, the other person gets a tiny bit more than just a whiff of what you are “sharing”; they get a taste of it. A taste of your gain…As if you’ve given them a bite of your triple chocolate fudge cake… lol.

We were both early for the exercise class, and she was really relieved that she wasn’t going to be the only student…

As I was changing to shorts, and gym shoes, I asked if it would be OK with her if I bragged..

Depression is often not recognized…

depression-is-not-stopping-herI am prone to depression. Not sadness, but a loss of aliveness, a loss of inner motivation.

I have barely came out of a bout with one… and have been intensely curious of what caused it.

Depression, as I experience it, has no emotional reason.

When I look, I have no reason for depression, so the cause is not outside of a person… it is an inside job.

My experience has been that the factors are nutrition and sleep.

When certain vitamins are low, whether the consumption is low, or the wrong foods gobble them up, low Vitamin B levels, all sorts, B-1, 5, 12, 9… I have distinguished so far.

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If a tree falls in the forest: does it make a sound?

One of the horrible things I experience, often, is that people never ask: “why should I care?”

Why that is horrible? Why that is disappointing?

Because that question would show that the pilot light of intelligence is not completely extinguished in you. You have never asked that question? Now you know what it means.

Back in 1977, shortly after I won my first architectural competition, and therefore was wealthier than most people I knew, I fell ill: my sinuses put me to bed with high-high fever. I could not sleep 24/7, so I turned to a book, Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World ((Some quotes:
Experience is not what happens to a man; it is what a man does with what happens to him.

An intellectual is a person who has discovered something more interesting than sex.

Maybe this world is another planet’s hell.

)). At some point I had a revelation: The society I lived in, the ideology I believed in, was beautiful, except that it worked for no one, no person living in it. It