Tag: 15th floor

The connection between your vocabulary and your deserving factor

The connection between the number of words you can correctly use in writing or in speaking and your intelligence, your worth a damn factor, and your deserving the good life… or not.

I am a reader. I read a lot. But yet, a whole new world opened up for me when I started to read on the Kindle. Why? Because it has a built in dictionary. As a result, I have added, to date, 2,000 words to my vocabulary.

It was very cumbersome to read with a dictionary before… I would lose my place, etc.

But the Kindle has made it possible.

I find the word… but sometimes the word in the dictionary is not useful. Continue reading “The connection between your vocabulary and your deserving factor”

I never had to really learn it… so how will I teach you to live in reality? The 13th floor

This article will be deemed self-aggrandizing, or something of that sort… and I don’t care. Truth is truth…

I am 69 years old.

I have lived, this is a 20/20 hindsight, my entire life on the 13th floor. Two months ago I would not have said that: I didn’t know there is such a thing…

Having live there all my life: I am having a real tough time to say how I got there… because I never lived on the 14th or the 15th floor… the 13th floor is reality, based on your sensory organs, not on thought.

My brothers did live on the 14th floor. Both. My father also lived on the 13th floor. My mother didn’t. Continue reading “I never had to really learn it… so how will I teach you to live in reality? The 13th floor”

I hope I can join you on the 13th floor… said one of my students…

I feel alone. Unheard.

Not a good feeling. It is not that I am on the mountaintop screaming… and am not being heard. No. I am among people, and I am not heard.

What isn’t being heard, what is being ignored, brushed aside, that the reason you are unhappy trying to become happy is because you live on the 14th and the 15th floors of your being…

It is impossible to be happy on those floors.
Continue reading “I hope I can join you on the 13th floor… said one of my students…”

Sadness. Tree of Life, Tree of Knowledge… more about what gives you what kind of life

I just exchanged emails with the author of the Feelings book, Gyozo Margoczi.

Gyozo means Winner, or Victor in Hungarian… someone who wins over something or someone.

My name: Sophie, means Wisdom.

Names can be taken two ways:

  • 1. you are that
  • 2. you need to become that

He wrote the books. Major accomplishment. Big win… mostly like a tree falling in a forest that didn’t make a sound because there was no one to hear it… until I came along.

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