Monday, 26 July 2010

A Quote, because today, that's all I've time for!

If you want to live up to your potential, be as nice as you can be. Be as respectful as you can be. Be as honest with yourself as you can be. Because you can't be honest with other people if you are not honest with yourself. ~ Penelope Trunk

Te Kaha, New Zealand, dad's view left
Dad's view right
How close is dad to the water? This close!
In case you're wondering what we do at dad's. Not much! 
This one was too small! We put it back 
Scrappy's first fish. We ate this one! Thanks dad


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Monday, 19 July 2010

The New Garden!

Hi everybody, I’ve been busy with appointments and writing the last four days, so this will be brief. On Sunday morning I had an audio interview with Evita Ochel from Evolving Beings, which was exciting and fun. I’ll let you know when the interview is posted on Evolving Beings. I’ve written 6k words for guest articles, and hopefully a couple of those will be posted on Wednesday. The poor old WIP has been neglected this week, but I’m 99% there. Come on!

Until then enjoy some photos of our new garden.

I welded the steel frame together and then extended the gate. This was where the hangi was.
 Maree planted the crops.
The shade clothe keeps the bugs out so we can have an organic garden, but the rain and sunlight can still get in. It’s warm in the winter and cooler in the summer.
This is four weeks later, and we’ve already harvested three meals of baby spinach and silver beet.
I also built a frame for passionfruit and grapes to grow on. We’ve planted pumpkins and zucchinis under the trees on the right.
Talk soon, Simon.

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Wednesday, 14 July 2010

Ego is the Conscience that Throws Dynamite at Us

Despite never reading a self help book my grand parents fell in love and lived a happy life. My nanna wore a bra, cooked scones, and managed to get the clothes dry without a dryer. My pop left for work in the dark, arrived home late, chopped firewood, and fed everyone in the street from his garden.

They survived without Dr Phil and Wayne Dwyer. They didn’t know they were bad parents or that their ego minds were making them miserable. Surprisingly, their children were respectful, nanna enjoyed being busy and remained a sexy size 12, pop was allowed to be grumpy and everyone left him alone on race day.

If you read mind body spirit or self help books you’ll know about the ego mind. The problem is that no one can tell you what it really is, and as soon they claim to be able to, I’m betting that that’s the ego mind. Seriously, find me a description that doesn’t contradict itself. It’s apparent that good ego is, well, good, and the ego that causes negative stuff is bad.

I’d like to take that negative word out the back and beat the bejesus out of it! I know, self-help-gurus, that’s an example of the ego mind—it’s a beast. Notably, spirit hasn’t talked about the ego mind, or that I should do something to control it. I’m reminded to be patient, compassionate, and self aware.

In my opinion as soon as we desire to be happy that’s ego, but isn’t that a conundrum? If I’m enlightened enough to be aware of the influence of my ego mind, and then act to be self aware, what’s the driving force behind that action? It’s apparent the ego mind is a Wiley Coyote, but I’ve noticed that the Roadrunner is always one step ahead—beep beep! But as soon as the Roadrunner beep beeps and smiles, you guessed it, ego mind!

Everyone who’s worrying about the ego mind is immersed in the ego mind. Once we say, I want (?), I need (?), we’re in the vibration of what we’re trying to rise above. Boy, this is exhausting. Damn you ego! Oh, bugger, that’s the Coyote.

I’ve noticed I’ve mentioned another one of those impossible to achieve states—enlightenment. The trouble with enlightenment is if you know you’re there, that’s ego. I’m there, you’re not! Woo hoo! Oh no, not again!

I’m riding the ego pony and assuming the enlightened would tell us that they have transcended a physical material existence and are now blissfully self aware. I imagine Wiley Coyote and the Roadrunner would collaborate and say that the enlightened have discovered boredom: they have no identity, they’re no longer unique.

One thing I’ve learned from my work is to be grateful for life and the wonder of human interaction: communication, contact, emotion, and observation. Love can only be expressed by living. Only in a living body can emotion manifest. Without this life we’d be nothing.

Out of body, out of spirit, we’re neutral observers, and there’s nothing to feel. We can only record peace and love in spirit, and in body. The state we’re trying so hard to achieve is an illusion, because when we’re there we can’t enjoy it.

All the spirits and angels that visit, tell me that we’re the angels, we’re the lucky ones. The reason we feel love when angels are near is because we can. We need to see each other the way angels see us: they see everything, without judgement. We’re transparent frequencies of light.

I like to think of the ego mind as an unruly conscience. Too often it’s the conscience we ignore. Impatience, frustration, anger, greed, and judgement is the ego mind telling you something’s not right. We’re busy begging Jiminy Cricket to speak up, and poor old Jiminy is yelling back, “I don’t know what ya friggin want because you won’t make up ya mind.” None of these emotions make us happy, they make us ill. The ego mind is the conscience that throws dynamite at us—it’s Wiley Coyote in a Jiminy suit.

It’s not about balance. One doesn’t exist because of the other, they both simply exist. We don’t have to starve to appreciate abundance, we don’t have to suffer to experience love, and we don’t have to overcome the ego mind. We have to live. The way you live is up to you.

Stop struggling, there’s nothing to fix. If we start there, the fixing just happens. Beep beep!

Disclaimer: no coyotes, roadrunners, or crickets were hurt in this infomercial. Some egos took a beating, but they will recover.

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Monday, 12 July 2010

I’d like to fill a Hospital with Love

I’d like the opportunity to work in a hospital. I’d take a couple of healers with me, and over a week touch as many people as possible. I’d start with the nurses because they’d transfer the healing to the patients. They’re compassionate and they have the most contact with patients.

I believe recovery from injury and illness would be accelerated if I was given this chance. I’d like to see genuine healers working in hospitals, and I’d like to teach healing to nurses. If they can believe that every time they touch a patient they can heal them, it will happen.

A client came to see me for emotional problems, but she’d also had an accident and her leg had been in plaster. She was wearing a brace and she had scarring where steel rods had been implanted. I wasn’t aware that I was healing her leg because I was engrossed in her emotional energy, but I assumed that I had been.

Four weeks later she booked another appointment and told me that her surgeon had told her to come back and see me. She was on a waiting list to have her medial ligament repositioned (as I have no medical training this is possibly an incorrect description). Apparently, whatever I’d accomplished with the medial ligament was impossible without surgery.

I praise the surgeon for encouraging the girl to see me again. According to the client the surgeon was so amazed by the result that he wanted to see if I could fix something else. I’m not sure if I was successful as the client hasn’t returned.

In Australia people can be on a waiting list for surgery for months and sometimes years. With healing some of those surgeries wouldn’t have to happen. The benefits for everyone are obvious.

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Saturday, 3 July 2010

Book Review: The Desert Hedge Murders & Other Cool Stuff!

Patricia Stoltey’s The Desert Hedge Murders was a fun read. I don’t read mysteries and I had to read about forty pages before I was into lets-go-reading-mode. The characters are older than I am, and the story had a 'Golden Girls' meets 'Murder She Wrote' feel. I loved the back story, the interaction between characters, and the scene building was excellent. The locations were described with such clarity that I felt like I was actually there. For me, the locations became characters.

The story flowed well, but maybe because I’m a Dean Koontz fan I needed more suspense and terror to be completely satisfied. I’m still giving it 4 stars, and I’d recommend this book to: readers of mystery, the person who reads to relax, my uncle (he’d love it), my father’s generation, and writers struggling to write crisp scenes.

If this was a date, I’d txt and invite her to lunch the following week.
Here it is! At my house

Look what I found at a garage sale. Screams! I used to read and collect this series when I was a teen. Edge—sexy and dangerous—shivers!
My father carved this manaia out of bone, polished it, and gave it to me a few years ago. I don’t wear it all the time, but it hangs above my computer monitor. A manaia is a spiritual guardian and a carrier of supernatural powers. Traditionally, the manaia is depicted as a bird-like figure with the head of a bird, the body of a man, and the tail of a fish.

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