Hm, it seems that "Source" or my inner guidance, or soul, or whatever is doing this guidance thing... is intent for me to have integrity: speak from experiential truth.
So it seems from the few "trips" it's been sending me.
- In the area of health, it is telling me to make dietary mistakes... so I can be authentic in saying things to my clients and students that are doing things that hurt them.
As soon as I get what I was supposed to get... I am taken to the next "trip".
Continue reading "Self-coaching demonstrated"
We are all born seeing ourselves as the center of the world. We don't know we are the center of our world... we just don't know there is any other vantage point to look from.
Most of us never learn it.
Like one of my students: every time I recommend anything, she answers: "I agree..."
She hasn't crossed that threshold, that divide between infant and even toddler... absolutely and completely ignorant to the fact that using the personal vantage point is ineffective, because it is delusional.
This is also true if and when you can see that other people see things differently from how you see them, but your view is accurate and theirs is inaccurate.
Same delusional, baby-view of the world. Continue reading "Cognitive biases, blind spots, a sticky point and a "remedy""
I have been muscle testing, diligently, if the stories that sell products, courses, software, are facts or made-up likely stories.
A likely story is a lie.
We, marketers, are taught: facts tell, but stories sell.
And so every sales letter is one story of another.
I used to be a liar, because I didn't think life was interesting enough, so I embellished it. I was caught, and it didn't matter. I just kept making up interesting stories, mostly sob stories about myself.
I was selling myself... and because I didn't think I had anything to offer, I lied.
Continue reading "All marketers are liars. The likely story... that likely happened but not really"
Other stories, like this one, make me cry from two sides...
If you found that you stopped growing beyond a certain age... please cry with me... It may flush away the blockage, and allow you to catch up. Then, maybe, cry for Mrs. Thompson... I cried for me, and I cried for her. Because I had my "favorite and best teachers" of my own. And I have dropped the ball on some of my students...
As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.
Continue reading "Some stories make you cry... because you identify with a person in the story."