A friend of mine piqued my curiosity enough to go look up
Pollyanna and where that label came from. I was delighted to discover
that the character has a definite Abraham disposition. I quote from
Wikipedia:
Plot summary
“The title character is Pollyanna Whittier, a young orphan who goes to live in Beldingsville, Vermont,
with her wealthy but stern Aunt Polly. Pollyanna’s philosophy of life
centers on what she calls “The Glad Game”, an optimistic attitude she
learned from her father. The game consists of finding something to be
glad about in every situation. It originated in an incident one
Christmas when Pollyanna, who was hoping for a doll in the missionary
barrel, found only a pair of crutches inside. Making the game up on the
spot, Pollyanna’s father taught her to look at the good side of
things—in this case, to be glad about the crutches because “we don’t need ‘em!”.
“With this philosophy, and her own sunny personality and sincere,
sympathetic soul, Pollyanna brings so much gladness to her aunt’s
dispirited New England town that she transforms it into a pleasant
place to live. ‘The Glad Game’ shields her from her aunt’s stern
attitude: when Aunt Polly puts her in a stuffy attic room without
carpets or pictures, she exults at the beautiful view from the high
window; when she tries to “punish” her niece for being late to dinner
by sentencing her to a meal of bread and milk in the kitchen with the
servant, Nancy, Pollyanna thanks her rapturously because she likes
bread and milk, and she likes Nancy.
“Soon, Pollyanna teaches some of Beldingsville’s most troubled
inhabitants to ‘play the game’ as well, from a querulous invalid named
Mrs. Snow to a miserly bachelor, Mr. Pendleton, who lives all alone in
a cluttered mansion. Aunt Polly, too— finding herself helpless before
Pollyanna’s buoyant refusal to be downcast—gradually begins to thaw,
although she resists the glad game longer than anyone else.
“Eventually, however, even Pollyanna’s robust optimism is put to the
test when she gets hit by a car and loses the use of her legs. At first
she doesn’t realize the seriousness of her situation, but her spirits
plummet when she accidentally overhears an eminent specialist say that
she’ll never walk again. After that, she lies in bed, unable to find
anything to be glad about. Then the townspeople begin calling at Aunt
Polly’s house, eager to let Pollyanna know how much her encouragement
has improved their lives; and Pollyanna decides she can still be glad
that she had legs. The novel ends with Aunt Polly marrying
her former lover Dr. Chilton and Pollyanna being sent to a hospital
where she learns to walk again and is able to appreciate the use of her
legs far more as a result of being temporarily disabled…
” The novel’s success brought the term “pollyanna”
(along with the adjective “pollyannaish” and the noun “Pollyannaism”)
into the language to describe someone who is cheerfully optimistic and
who always maintains a generous attitude toward the motives of other
people. It also became, by extension—and contrary to the spirit of the
book—a derogatory term for a naïve optimist who always expects people
to act decently, despite strong evidence to the contrary.”
I’m piecing together some beliefs that feed and nurture me in ways that no other belief system has. Some random thoughts:
I believe there is enough abundance in the world to go around, for
everyone to achieve their goals and wildest expectations. I believe
that many of us learn from an early age that we don’t deserve that
abundance, through familial teachings both spoken and unspoken, through
religious dogma, through socialization and through direct personal
relationships that do not nurture. I believe that the people of the
world who grow up and choose to play in the finance playground and who
also do it from a place of control and manipulation and greed grew up
with a need for relief from whatever childhood insanity they survived
on any of those fronts I mentioned. I believe that despite their
ability to draw wealth to themselves, they are still grappling with an
energetic albatross that keeps them in an emotional state of despair
and/or anger that is relieved only by high stakes machinations, and
only temporarily.
I believe these games have been played for thousands of years, and
will continue to be played (this too shall pass) until a critical mass
or tipping point of this planet’s population demands from an energetic
perspective that we as one adopt a saner way of living, that produces
more balanced children and adults, and allows the incredible lives we
all could be leading.
I believe that a layer underneath the pointing of fingers at who is
to blame for our troubles needs to be peeled away and the
responsibility for what goes on be placed where it should be: on our
own shoulders.
I believe that when we act from a place of fear rather than
energetically line ourselves up with a knowing of what is really going
on with the man behind the curtain and live our lives the way that
makes sense to us to live them, we help perpetuate the insanity. We
help keep what’s in place in place.
I believe that when Pollyanna and anyone else who chooses to line up
energetically with who they really are, powerful creators made in the
likeness of source/god that critical mass or tipping point gets closer
and closer to being realized. I believe that finger-pointing
(conservatives, liberals, republicans, democrats, blacks, whites, gay,
straight, rich, poor, male female) and all other manner of distractions
is encouraged and sanctioned to keep in place the system that supplies
those who benefit from it with some emotional relief. They wouldn’t
offer behavior that slights others if it didn’t make them feel better
to do so.
I believe that it’s possible recreate heaven on earth when we get tired enough of the other stuff.
I believe that I contribute the most towards that goal when I line
up with who I am and energetically take a stand like that young man in
Tienanmen Square and face the tank head on. I know there are men and
women behind the curtain making decisions that are not in anyone’s best
interest but their own, and I invite them to climb out of that
contraption and get to the work of healing themselves and making
billions from another perspective, another viewpoint. Like love. Jesus
offered that invitation. Buddha did it. Ghandi did it. Mother Theresa
did it. Any of us can do it if we want to.
I hold the space for that to happen. I don’t believe that makes me a
naive optimist. I think that makes me a progressive thinker and feeler.
Pollyanna understood the power of positive expectation and making the
emotional journey first before taking physical action.
I’m reminded of an Abraham session I attended where a man who is in the disaster
recovery business asked for some clarification as to whether the bent
that his work had led him to in other arenas of his life was coming
from a place of fear or not, since he couldn’t discern for himself what
his need to strategize and prepare meant. Surprisingly, Abraham said no,
you are very interested in this kind of thing, it brings you great
satisfaction to know you are prepared for any contingency, and they
felt his vibration not to be one of fear at all.
So, whatever place we are in that gives us the most relief and the
most joyful experience, I say proceed in that direction with your
thoughts and your actions. I personally don’t find relief in focusing
on the problem. I do find immense pleasure in focusing on the
possibilities of solution. And I would say that we need both
perspectives, and the best of both perspectives.
Random thoughts terminate here.
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