If Money Were No Object

No Object?

[ Photo by Damian Gadal ]

Well, when talking with people, money always seems to be the major objection these days.  I came across a video the other day which I found interesting.  My reason for posting it is that it always seems that we don’t dream BIG enough and I am a big dreamer so I rely on the help of others more polished at expressing the “what if” question that every one of us needs to answer.

 WOW . . This is a MUST SEE . . .Ask yourself. What would you do with your life if money was no object? An amazing lecture from the late Alan Watts.

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Seeking Help for Depression

Depression

It’s a misunderstood disease.  The death last week of Robin Williams saddened me because help was or should have been sought before that tragic ending act.  For six months I’ve kept private a post made last spring that I made public today.  I was thinking that keeping my own demons private would also keep my persona that which I wanted others to see under some kind of control.  The real me, with all my physical and psychological components, has been kept secret too long.  I sought help, thank God.

Also, I feel that funny and happy man, whom we thought we knew, had been doing the same thing for too many years.  Had he reached out for more help he would still be making us laugh today.  Tragic.

Missed by so many
Missed by so many

 

You Leave the Nest

There is a book about this and it discusses the fact that even eagles learn to fly by being pushed from the nest.  David McNally, I think, wrote it.  I read it a long time ago.

Mark, Davene, and Trish have brought us to the edge of the nest and have given us that push.  We are on our own to all who watch.  But during the past half year we have been learning how to replace bad habits with good.  We have learned to be observers of all the good that we soar over.  And we have learned to fly in the direction of our definite major purpose.  We aren’t alone at all.  We are in the company of mama and papa eagle and feel confidant and happy.  The journey continues.

Week 24 Approaching or Departing

The Approach

 

In bringing an aircraft towards landing on terra firma, the last part of the flight is called the approach.  There is a lot of activity in the cockpit as the  pilot prepares.  In many flights, a checklist is brought forth and followed.  The speed is regulated with the fuel mixture and the engine manifold pressure and the flaps are set and so forth. The landing gear put down and locked.  Many things are brought together to make it a smooth approach.  The compass and the approach charts.  Focus on the point of touchdown.  Observe for other aircraft in the pattern.  Communicate your intentions.  Fly the airplane, first and foremost.

Don Ketterhagen, pilot

We’ve been approaching the end of the MasterKey experience and I’ve observed myself being concerned that I may be missing something on my checklist.  Let’s see.

Know where I’m going according to my compass.  Check

Flight manuals by Og and Haanel.   Check

I see the correct destination on the DMP charts of different colors.  Check

New Blueprint for flying the airplane.   Replacing subconscious bad flying habits.  Check

Emerson’s Law of fuel management.   Give more, Get more.   Check

Franklin Makeover.  Observing the miracles around me.  Check

Mental diet.  No Negative.   Check

But do I really want to put this beauty down yet?  Naaa.  It’s freedom up here and time to just do a touch and go and head back to the heavens, the realm of the Universal and feel the joy and freedom that the eagles know and that I know.  My journey is just beginning and despite a perfect approach, my flight is ahead and not behind me.  I am God’s greatest miracle.  I am just really taking off.

Touch and Go

 

 

 

 

 

Week23 It’s All About The Money

About The Money

We’ve danced around it before as I remember.  The big three, remember?  Love, health, and wealth.  Well, I remember if you don’t.  So, what is it about money that it finally gets it’s own week?  Touch it, see it, smell it, hear it, and get all those sensations working on the subconscious to make it emotionally believable.

Money,Money,Money

So the song goes.  But the song should say something about how you use it.  That’s really the point.  You have to give it before you get it.  That brings up the tithing concept.  Same idea, different Book.  The concept also requires us to recognize our connection to “the Omnnipotent” that is the source of all supply.  The source of everything.

Haanel writes about the practicality of this concept and concludes that the most practical approach to whatever we desire is to put the connection between our spiritual being and the Universal truth as the thing that we need to accomplish if we ever hope to draw on the infinite supply that is available to us if we so desire.

The money will come when we create that fierce, burning desire and communicate it from our innermost soul to the partner we all have in the Universal Being.  We’ve always been taught that He hears our prayers.  The thing we must do is to put ourselves into the mental position to receive the ideas, the blueprints, and the connections with other people that we can service and who will in turn serve us.   We get what we give.  SO, be quiet and concentrate on what we can give.  The vibration will come back to us in miracles and bountiful gifts, including the money.

 

Week22a The Answer Revealed (b)

And the Envelope, please…

I am The Answer.

Married life is a constant reminder by your spouse of the obvious.  In case, you aren’t so connected in purpose and love, let me share what I am able to share.  If you don’t know it, the spouse does.

Simplistic as it sounds, when one spouse gets it and the other doesn’t,  just ask.  For me, anyway, it was Kathy.   Or your spouse may tell you regardless of whether you ask or not.  It was that way for me after the last post.  Not only did she tell me, she blogged the answer.  She was right.  I am the miracle, already.

By now I was hoping that one of my followers would symbolically knock me across the back of my head and in German ( like my father) utter the words, “dummkopf” meaning dumbhead.  They should have told me what Kathy told me last week after reading what I had posted.  They would have told me that I was already the miracle even though it wasn’t exactly what I (the proverbial “I”) thought that it should be.  Og wrote a scroll about it.  Kathy knew it.  I discovered it.  But I didn’t feel it.  Remember the four boxes.  The thought, coupled with emotional feeling?

So I’m working on getting that emotional part right.  With a longer sit I know I will have it.

The retreat has been impossible this past couple of weeks and Kathy and I are picking ourselves up, dusting ourselves off and trying again to get 24 hours or more of quiet contemplation and meditation.  The good part is that we both have done it before and so we know how to do it and will get it done.  I feel really positive about everything and happy.  I smile a lot, tease Kathy sometimes, and, as she told me last night, I make her laugh and be happy.  That’s a pretty good miracle in 7 weeks, don’t you think?

 

Week 22a–I Knew The Answer

And the Envelope, please…

I am The Answer.

Married life is a constant reminder by your spouse of the obvious.  In case, you aren’t so connected in purpose and love, let me share what I am able to share.  If you don’t know it, the spouse does.

Simplistic as it sounds, when one spouse gets it and the other doesn’t,  just ask.  For me, anyway, it was Kathy.   Or your spouse may tell you regardless of whether you ask or not.  It was that way for me after the last post.  Not only did she tell me, she blogged the answer.  She was right.  I am the miracle, already.

By now I was hoping that one of my followers would symbolically knock me across the back of my head and in German ( like my father) utter the words, “dummkopf” meaning dumbhead.  They should have told me what Kathy told me last week after reading what I had posted.  They would have told me that I was already the miracle even though it wasn’t exactly what I (the proverbial “I”) thought that it should be.  Og wrote a scroll about it.  Kathy knew it.  I discovered it.  But I didn’t feel it.  Remember the four boxes.  The thought, coupled with emotional feeling?

The problem with the picture of the boxes is that I have been plagued on and off for years with depression.  It’s been my demon blocking my positive connection with some of my thoughts.  I’ve had plenty of thoughts, plenty of beliefs, had lots of action, and some results that have been both good and bad.  The problem, I think, for me is that the feeling part has been suppressed by that overwhelming, at times, tormenting and disrupting progression of the blue boxes. I have a fifth box and it is also literally blue.

At times in my life, the emotional feeling has been one of anger, insomnia, frustration, or impulsivity.  At other times, the expression has been plain stupidity.  All with similar results such as hurt feelings, frustration with me, punishment, and failure.  It’s as if the subconscious took over and tried to drive my life over a cliff and dash any worthwhile dreams and ideas to smithereens.  I was at that cliff edge two months ago, probably more like with one foot over the edge and needing a miracle.  The miracle happened.

During one of the sits, the thoughts of suicide came out of the depths and scared me a lot.  That  thought never had been there before.  Where did that come from?  Who was in control of me?   I dismissed the thought and it was gone just as quickly as it had popped up.  Oh, well, that was a silly and idiosyncratic thought. Forget about it.  But when the thought woke me from sleep that next night, I knew I was in trouble.  I told Kathy and she asked me what I was going to do about it, and the miracle part was that I knew the answer and acted upon it.  I’ve known two close friends who didn’t and they acted on it tragically differently.  Because I had sought help in my past with my feelings on a different matter, I had someone to call and I got an appointment right away.  She told me what I already knew that I needed to do and so I did it.   I began pharmaceutical help from my physician and shortly afterward, the devil was beat back and gone once more.  Scarry is the edge of the cliff.  Sometimes people just jump.  Sometimes they don’t.

The retreat has been impossible this past couple of weeks and Kathy and I are picking ourselves up, dusting ourselves off and trying again to get 24 hours or more of quiet contemplation and meditation.  The good part is that we both have done it before and so we know how to do it and will get it done.  I feel really positive about everything and happy.  I smile a lot, tease Kathy sometimes, and, as she told me last night, I make her laugh and be happy.  That’s a pretty good miracle in 7 weeks, don’t you think?

Sunset, Bonita Beach.  3/13/14
Sunset, Bonita Beach. 3/13/14

 

Week 22– I’m Conflicted

The Scientist Has a Conflict

Up until our reading of Haanel this Monday, I have been pretty much all into belief.  The coupling of thought to  feeling has been intermittent but still something I’ve been working on.  And then the action which follows and the results to validate the action, belief and thought was a done deal.  I am what I think I am.  As my grandson says, “I am the boss of me!”

SO where is the conflict?  The conflict is in my personal experience which revolves around my childhood and early adolescence.  This is not a pity party so don’t go there.  I’m not.  In 1955, I contracted Polio and was affected primarily in my left leg and arm.  I wore a left lower leg brace, used crutches, and eventually developed enough collateral muscle control to get around without either.  I played some sports, kind of like the token kid in the YouTube video who the coach puts in at the end of a non-crucial time and hits 3 pointer after three pointer.  Only I just enjoyed getting my hands on the ball, not doing something great with it.  My parents advised me to use my head and do well in school because that was the only way I would be competitive.  I was a good student.

We were raised Catholic and one of the beliefs in that and many religions is the healing power of prayer.  We are currently meditating in our sits and connecting with the Universal.  I call that God and others may call it something else.  The point is that we are all connected and that the absence of health is disease.  We can influence this process by our belief in and connection to God in our prayerful sits.  Well, I had this connection pretty shattered as a 7 or 8 year old when we basically made a “pilgrimage” to the Basilica of the Shrine of Mary, Help of Christians, at Holy Hill, in Hubertus, Wisconsin.

A place of miracles
A place of miracles

What I remember from our visit was the walls as one walks into the place are decorated with crutches and braces from those who had been made whole from whatever their affliction.

“Even before the building of the first log chapel, pilgrims left crutches, leg braces and canes at Holy Hill. Today, this practice is continued by pilgrims who believe that Mary and her son, the Lord Jesus Christ, have healed them through the power of intercessory prayer.”

No longer needed for many
No longer needed for many             by Kevin Boos

It basically is a place of miracles and I believed (with feeling, I might add) that my metal accoutrements where going to be placed alongside the others that day.   I did my prepubescent version of the sit for a couple of hours, it seems.  I wanted a miracle which was not to come.  At least in the way I subconsciously thought and felt  that it was going to happen.  I supposed my parents were just as disappointed as I, but we left the place still in awe of it’s beauty and feeling unworthy to have been granted the miracle we expected.

So, back to the conflict I have this week.  In the intro, second paragraph,  am I to believe that all of this is the manifestation of “fear, worry, care, anxiety” and so on?  Or did I not really get infected with a virus which shortly thereafter would be eradicated from our nation.

Back then, I tried to use the power of the mind, in union with the Universal, a.k.a. prayer, to be healed.  Oh please!  Could the vibrations so created make the anterior horn cells come back from the dead.  Once something is dead… well, you know,  it’s dead.

I’m having a little difficulty with the reading for week 22.  No doubt some disease can be helped by these mental therapeutics.  Discernment and selectivity will improve the statistics but certainly not every disease will be helped by this approach and is that why I’m conflicted?  When do we decide what is curable and what is hopelessly defective?  Why is the response by the Universal so entirely different from what we expected?  Could our thoughtful and subconscious focus vibrate into something so entirely unexpected, that we can’t recognize the miracle happened in a so far different way and we can’t “see” it.  That’s too convenient an answer.

I don’t know…I’m still conflicted.

 

 

 

Week 21–I See said the Blind Man

Probably because I See

We’ve talked and blogged about habits for some time now and I realize that the old habits need to be replaced and we are doing so faster and faster.  Lot’s of the garbage I have dealt with began years ago and I’m not blaming anyone but I’ve commented before about expressions my childhood was full of.  The title on this post is one I heard often when someone had the epiphany about something they were doing, reading, or saying.

This expression applied to me this morning as I finished reviewing the notes from last Sunday’s webinar.  I thought that I had taken the survey as I usually do before the sun sets on Sunday night, and I still may have, but Mark’s reminder last night made me “double-check” and the survey seemed different to me in some strange way.  So I retook it and decided I must have missed something in the webinar and reviewed my notes.

The physics, the Einstein quote, the kid in the batters box, all meant something different to me this morning and I said to Kathy when she got up this morning that “I think I get it.”  The Franklin makeover, that is.  Yes, I unenthusiastically did my dots in the order that I thought needed the most “working on.”  But this morning what working on meant was bringing those things out of me.  Observing in others only happens because what is observed is within me.

The Eyes (I’s) Have it

No, I’m not taking a poll here.  And I know how to spell (spell-check is wonderful) “aye”.  What I’m saying is that the things we see are the things we are.  The world without can be seen because it is already inside of you.  The “I” are all the things “I” observe in others because God didn’t create junk as they say.   He and “I” are connected to everything.  And if “I” connect to negative and other things it’s only because “I” let my subby do it.  “I” vote the subby out on this one.   All in favor, signify by saying,  “Aye”.

Week 20–The Dash

The Dash

Well, readers, this has been a useful concept.  I did my calculation and have come to the projected number of Fall color landscapes that I will be viewing from the mountaintop home in Cashiers is about 26 times.  Hey that’s not bad.  But, hey that’s bad if I don’t live that long.  I used my genetic milestone to come up with that and if I do as well in the longevity department as my father, that’s what it will be.

So the real question is not how long it is but what to do with it.  Og Mandino, as usual, has the answer and we all know scroll V in our sleep:  “I will live this day as if it were my last.”  So what does that really mean to me?

I think I would set the alarm clock for 12:01AM and get going.  Maybe ideally I should be getting 7-8 hours of sleep per night and my doctor recommended 30-40 minutes of aerobic exercise, but I think this last day, if it were my last, would be an all-nighter.

I used to pull all-nighters in college all the time and when taking OB call in training and other times waiting for a baby to be delivered, that wasn’t a big deal.  Of course my effectiveness would decrease as the body and mind fatigued, but this day is a 24hr dash, the last one, after all.

I think Og’s admonishment not to think about the day past and forget about the one that’s not coming is a good one.  After all, that’s history and speculation.  Neither does a body much good when the clock is ticking for this last day.

I think I would spend the first 30 minutes connecting with the Universal Spirit and be thankful for the time that I have had and imagine the future connection with Him and also with the rest of His Universe, here on earth, still working on their dash. I know that through Him we will all still connect and be part of the Force within them. That’s satisfying because my PPN of legacy will remain in this world without me.  My next thoughts would be to make use of the financial freedoms attained through the efforts of the past and spread them like white dandelion seeds blowing from a field in Wisconsin.  There is much that could be done for others.  For my children and grandchildren, for my church, for the people in our Colombian mission, and for my dear wife, Kathy.

Of course, this was all imagined, inspired, and planned years before, but one final check before I  finish the day’s dash will assure that the results have been achieved.  Satisfaction, peace, and happiness.  Bring on the dawn of this day.

I have to share the reason for this topic.  A man whose father had been a mentor of mine in my last network, a juice company, passed away this week at age 39.  His dash abruptly ended a tumultuous life. His father died in a plane crash about two years ago and I watched his downward spiral and his unhappiness which he was unable to deal with.  I’m lucky and/or thankful that I have been able to find help for myself when I recently seemed unable to focus, set my goals and do so with a PMA.  My dash won’t end like his, but it could have.

So I don’t really think this is the day that the dash ends for this soul.  I feel happy, purposed, loved, physically well, and wealthy in more ways than I can count.  And I look forward each day as the monument I build higher and higher attesting that this day is my greatest.