One night, the Shah dressed up as a peasant to enjoy the evening air undisturbed by his rank, and to wander through the streets of his empire unnoticed. He walked through town and reached the poor section of town. The street was quiet, but suddenly he heard singing from a little cottage. As he peaked through the window he saw a man sitting at a table.
He was amazed that such a poor man would be in such good spirits. He knocked on the door and asked if he would be welcome to join the man as a guest. They ate and drank together. After the meal the Shah asked the man how he earned his living.
"I am a poor Jew, I fix shoes in the street, and with what I earn I sustain myself for that day." answered the man. Continue reading "How to Live More Abundantly… a Jewish Story"
So I am going to announce some sales for this coming week. I'll make them good... so you'll buy.
Now, about the successes that lead me to a huge insight.
Everything that people do is guided by memes, and they think they decided to do it. And you think they decided to do it from the goodness of their heart, from the badness of their heart, whatever seem to be the case. But in fact they never decided anything... It is the memes that are doing the deciding. Continue reading "Want to be the one who is making the decisions in your life?"
I have a loud burr coffee grinding machine.
I was ready to make some coffee (I drink cold dripped coffee) and ground the coffee beans while I was doing something else.
I found out that I am much better ignoring memes than ignoring loud noises. I could not hear myself thinking. I was making mistakes... I pondered what I was doing...
This gave me an opportunity to put myself in your shoes. What it must be like to be living in the constant jarring noise of the memes...
Here is what I have seen so far: Continue reading "The art of being well, being unphased, and impervious… for real."
He could be speaking for you.
I need to take better care to my physical body. Like you said, drinking more water is the first step.
I don't take care of my body, and I can't understand why.
I feel like I'm missing gratitude. I hate to say it but I don't feel grateful, and I don't understand why.
Gratitude probably will come up to everyone, at least in the United States, where this week is Thanksgiving week... and you are supposed to be grateful. Or pretend that you are.
The more lavish your Thanksgiving, the more money you spend, the more food on the table, the more you do it to cover up that you are pretending. And pretense is the killer of the spirit.
We all think that we know ourselves... and then when it turns out to be wrong, we are surprised, but unphased in our certainty that we know ourselves.
Why is it nearly impossible to you to know yourself?
Because self-reflection is an intangible, spiritual capacity that can only open up if and when you look at your effect, your reflection, your feedback from the world around you. Continue reading "Why You Keep Signing Your Future Self Up for Stuff You Don’t Actually Want to Do"
I normally hide from her, because she is traditionally very negative. But last instant messaging we had she sounded upbeat, so I thought, I'd give it a try. I know how to break off a conversation when it goes south.
As fate has it, she broke her hand a few months ago, it didn't heal well, and she has had a lot of pain. Interestingly it has changed her. Permanently or temporarily, I don't know. My hunch is that it is temporary...
Anyway, I shared with her my experience with the nose bleed. She didn't quite grasp it at first. She has had nose bleeds but her first thought wasn't: this is the beginning of the end, so for her the chance of a breakthrough with that would have been small.
On the other hand, given that she is an architect, her right hand is her bread and butter, so creating a new way to look at it was a definite breakthrough for her.
I was mulling over this today as I was washing my hands in the bathroom.
"You need to trust the whisper inside your head that says that what's happening is a good thing." I thought, but then I cringed. Some 58 years ago I thought just that and where did it lead me?!
Continue reading "My life in Film Noir, Fritz Lang’s M, The Tongue in The Shoes"