I did not dream last night. That may be untrue, I most likely did dream, but if I did, I have no recollection of those dreams.
That simple fact led me to consider whether there is reality in something that doesn't exist in your mind. Since I have no recollection of it, for all intents and purposes, it never happened.
If that's true, then surely the converse is true as well: If it's in my mind, then it is reality.
I've long known that the power of the mind is the most powerful organ in the body. I've literally seen cases where people have cured themselves of incurable disease, simply by believing that they were going to be well. I've seen the flip side of that as well - I once had a healthy patient come in for a very routine procedure. From a surgical perspective, he was fine but we were unable to extubate him post-operatively, the direct result of his anxiety. His mind almost killed him.
We also have all heard ad nauseum how we only use 5% of our brains. Remarkable, really. What's the rest of it doing there? Acting as a huge storage system for the large volumes of largely useless information we are all innundated with on a routine basis?
Then I started thinking about how much of a hand "fate" has in everything. You start with the premise that nothing matters because it's all pre-ordained or somehow fated and it is an absolution. You free yourself from taking responsibility for your life. That line of thinking certainly appeals to me on one level, but on another more fundamental level, it's anathema. I've never been warm to the notion that I can just sit on my hands and wait for the world to happen to me. In fact, many of the blog postings here deal with me trying to accept that reality. Not surprisingly, no matter how I think of it, or frame it, it doesn't become more compelling.
This started a strange, philosophical riddle in my mind that lasted for excruciating hours and left me exhausted. However, the working solution I discovered really works - for me. What I'm about to share with you is not new or unique, it's been the fundamental principal of most great spiritual traditions.
Negativity breeds more negativity. Bad things happen to good people who expect bad things to happen. Then it begins a downward spiral and the negative energy begins to spiral out of control drawing more negativity and badness. But forget that crap, I'm finally, genuinely emerging from my cocoon, I'm shedding any negativity that has lingered and persisted.Positive thinking brings positive results. Expecting the good paves the way for boundless good to enter. With your mind, this powerful tool, you can draw the things in your life to you. People do this everyday in different ways - for some people, it's prayer to a specific deity, others call it meditation, creative visualization or a host of other New-Age-y things I'm not familiar enough with to expound upon.
I tested the theory today, and I have to say that I was absolutely shocked - I did this two ways. As I left to go to the grocery store, I said to myself, "I'm going to get the front row parking spot as soon as I pull in." and I did. Sure, that could be coincidence. As I was leaving the grocery store I said, "I'm going to see a white Mini Cooper on my way home." I was only a block from my house and beginning to think it wasn't going to happen, when, in the last possible spot, a white Cooper comes flying off a side street and almost careens straight into me. I was beyond shocked and just smiled.
You can, in fact, manifest your own reality simply by thinking it into existence.
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"Good luck is something that is usually the result of lots of blood, sweat and tears".I have heard that a hundred times and have no idea who said it. And I think that fortuitousness comes as a result of back-breaking and mind-numbing hard work. And negativity does indeed beget negativity: the worse I feel and less I expect, the worse I feel and the less I get.
But somewhere after "The Power of Positive Thinking" (blech),wishful thinking, daydreaming, pre-cognitive delusion, fantasy and prayer(oh, no!) comes some form of realistic daily exercises in expectation that one can reasonably count on to move forward.
Too many people dream for the improbable, bank on the unusual and plan around the unlikely. They buy lottery tickets or don't bother to think about their reality at all. Because this miserable world then lives up completely to their lack of expectations, they become disappointed,maudlin,discouraged, disheartened and at worst, just plain f#@*&d up.
You may have recently been coincidentally fortunate or in some sort of ethereal collusion with randomly optimal happenstance, but if whatever you caught off of the manifest when you left the cocoon is working, then work it for all you've got. You go, girl.
But something inside cautions me to be more reticent about drawing too many early conclusions from the dramatic and sudden appearances of white mini-Coopers.
For most of us, there is a need to use a more measured approach to reality that will still get us down the road in one piece, albeit perhaps without quite so much euphoria as you can claim. Every time I get wound up about the wonders of metemorphosis, I go back and read Kafka.
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