Sunday, May 13, 2007

secret Have you seen the movie The Secret? Already being a fan of several metaphysical gurus who are showcased in it, I didn't think I'd get much out of it, so I put off the experience for awhile. (Rolling of eyes) Silly girl. In my view, it's the personalized tour of consciousness that What The Bleep Do We Know? whet our appetites for. The Secret's popularity spreading by word of mouth and getting out there in the mainstream is one point of deliciousness. That there are so many people from all over the globe, but especially in the good ol' US of A, who are practicing these principles that enrich their lives and are sharing them with others, is also very cool. But the best, the very best part of the whole thing is the focus on how you feel and where that takes you in your life. It's not just the thoughts that you think. It's not just the goals you come up with for yourself. It's not just finding a framework for how the universe works that works for you. It's about how you feel when you play all those metaphysical games with yourself that matters. That's what turned me inside out about this movie, since we're all about reaching for what resonates here at Reach Dabble Shine, and about hangin' out in a particular end of the emotional scale swimming pool. We all know from personal experience that a concept, a relationship, a possibility can come along that makes perfect sense to our intellect, but if it isn't a gleam in our souls, then it ain't happenin'. Period. And lifetimes may go by before you are ready to admit it to yourself. After you've become an attorney, all the while craving a social worker's domain. After marrying the...
snake oil One person's snake oil is another person's godsend. And vice versa. But you've got to be clued into which is which, for you, to know the difference, for you. Sounds simple, doesn't it? But most of us, I would contend, carry on with our lives from day to day in a not-so-blissful state of not-knowing. I woke up to this fact recently, again, after realizing that a particular situation was, after all was said and done, not good enough for me. Not "not good enough" as in, see that sofa over there? It needs to be champagne beige or I'm outta here. But "not good enough" as in, a little piece of "Me" dies with every moment that this person, place or thing continues to be what or who it is in all its glory. If that continues, pretty soon I won't exist. And why, you may ask, does a little piece of you die? Very good question. A little piece of us dies because the opposite isn't happening. Interaction around someone or some thing isn't providing nurture, strength, encouragement, a lightness of being. Instead we feel drained, fatigued, dragged down, lost. Time spent where life is not breathing through you with excitement, with anticipation, with love, well, that just ain't livin'. Our souls get sapped when there is a consistent withdrawal of energy rather than a consistent deposit of energy into what we are doing. Over time, we get tired, figuratively and literally, because our tanks are empty, and worse than not refilling, we start eating away at ourselves on some level since we need something upon which to subsist. There may be small subtle indications that things are amiss, but we ignore them because we want to believe otherwise. We want to sustain an idea or goal or...

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