One of the results I got out of having my own predatory genes adjusted from zero to three, is self-appreciation. I now own my results. I am proud of them. Not too much… just as much as they deserve to be proud of.
As I was muscle testing the Bach Profiles for my students, I ran into a snag: the “no matter what I do” attitude/feeling doesn’t have a matching Bach energy… yet.
Source “says”, no such flower. So I’ll break tradition, and I’ll call it what it is, “no matter what I do”
Now, that statement is, of course, a lie.
Why would anyone lie about that? It is because they don’t want to do what they claim they are doing… Do the work. In that regard it is similar to the “being imposed on” feeling, but it is really a strategy to avoid giving… giving anything. So what is underneath is stingy. And a big “f… you”
I am working on the overwhelmingly too many foodlist orders I received in the last two days of June.
This triggered a feeling I don’t often feel any more: feeling imposed upon.
Doing things I don’t want to do. It is the energy of the Elm… a Bach energy®. “Don’t tell me what to do” reluctance, maybe even belligerence. A very forceful, suffocating, brittle energy. In fact, it’s worse than actually doing the darn thing…
What is underneath is a desire to win every time. Damn the torpedoes… lol.
Not very good for business. And no matter how hard on my hands to do so many food lists… More than a thousand muscle test each… I said I would do it… so now go do it, dammit. lol.
The Outcome Is Not Pretty. You Are Trying. You Fail. What’s Going On?
Your Troubles Are Repeating Themselves. your life is scripted. different locales, different characters, but it is the same repeating story. You Are Living Out A Script… The Outcome Is Not Pretty. You Are Trying. You Fail. What’s Going On?
I would dare to say, that repeating a script that only brings you trouble, pain, guilt, shame is the opposite of emotional intelligence.
The first “modality” for “emotional intelligence” I encountered was beating. By my mother, occasionally by my father.
The second modality I encountered was psychotherapy, by a psychiatrist, who, after two years of therapy, decided that sleeping with me is more fun. I was 16 at the time.
Why mention it? Because feeling good about myself is not as frequent as one would think… I could say: I felt better about myself than normal.
Feeling good about yourself is the basis of self-love… that being at home feeling we all crave, but most of us have no idea how to get.
It was, that craving, expressed yesterday by the participants of my workshop 1 to ferret out the issues of the self and brainstorm about a direction that could pull you out of the issue.
Direction, pull you out? Yeah.
Some 16 years ago I was doing a course in New York City, and I was commuting there from Syracuse NY, every week. It was the snowiest winter in my memory. One time I drove down during the day… normally I drove at night when the traffic was sparse. A drive faster and more confidently in snow that others.