Category: New Thought

The Man in the Mirror

The Man in the Mirror

I haven’t looked at myself in a long time, really looked inside. When I was a teenager, I used to stare into my eyes and wait until everything in the room became unfocused. I could see deeper inside my soul. Sometimes I would turn into this old man. Other times I would be different aspects of myself: a very masculine self, a feminine self, a heavier self, or a very emaciated self. These days I have to use a 5x mirror just to shave. I’m afraid looking closer isn’t an option sometimes. But is it?

When I was looking beyond my physical self, I was seeing myself through the eyes of my spirit. From this place—I called it my spiritual perch—I see an omniscient point of view of my own life—my successes and my failures without judgment. I can direct my actions without feeling engulfed in the outcome of what I’m about to try or experience. I believe this is an important aspect of spirituality to come to if you want to become a peaceful crystal in the chaos of life.

All of us have work to do on ourselves. I will be the first one to admit that my life can sometimes be a struggle mentally. I fight with myself and my inner self to keep from sinking into old thoughts and beliefs about life and my authentic self. This happens mostly when I’m having an unhealthy day physically. It seems that when I’m burdened with pain or a headache, it throws me off my spiritual game.

Those old neuro pathways are hard to break, because they basically don’t go away. They stick with us throughout our entire human life. So, learning to cope with what you see in the mirror is a big part of the responsibility of your life. But what you see physically doesn’t have to be your only reality.

I believe that we are more spirit and mind than we are human body. We are spirit housed in a body. We are spirit that breathes through a human body. But none of those definitions sound like we are only “the body itself.” So, why make your full identity be just your physical body?

So, when I look in the mirror, I consider a spiritual mirror. What is life showing me today? What bugs me? Who is irritating me? Who exactly is my mirror today?

If I see a fault in me and choose not to look at it, then I will reciprocally see that fault in others until I allow myself to be honest with myself. The mirror of life doesn’t lie.

So, now that I’m authentic and honest with myself, I can begin to work on the necessary challenges in life that will make me stronger and more peaceful.

Lastly, I believe that the reason we work on ourselves is to overcome the challenge of the chaotic world, so we can be peace givers to others in the world. As we unravel the mystery of our own lives and become powerful beyond measure, we instinctively help others create stronger and better attitudes toward their own lives.

Our good work on ourselves is always reciprocal in spirit. Every time we get stronger, we enable some one else in the world to become stronger too.

And so it is!

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Scientology and What You Believe

Scientology and What You Believe

Who hasn’t heard all the hype on television about TomKat and Scientology? Last night I watched a very in depth look at Scientology. The truth is, the religion itself is more a psychological profiling that tries to repress the part of the brain that thinks negative thoughts and keep you in the part of the brain that only thinks positive thoughts. That’s what I got out of it.

The machines they use look like BioFeedback Machines are all meant to help you understand what is holding you back from your true joy. The auditors are there to keep you looking at what you are afraid of and face it, to move forward from it. It is everything that we all want in our life. EXCEPT, we don’t want it to be a religion. And we don’t want to be forced to make those decisions for ourselves on a day to day basis.

I wonder if the writer of the book “Dianetics,” Ron Hubbard, really wanted the outcome of his book to be a religion. I believe the reason this religion scares us, is it looks so much like a cult. Once you are in, they go searching for you and try to pull you back in. They use your family members to try and coerce you. They ostracize you.

But, I’ll tell you, some of our more traditional religions are now using some of the same tactics when it comes to things like gay marriage and Prolife. If you don’t believe in their point of view, you are banned from the church. This, to me, looks rather cultish. When did churches retain the right to tell us how to think?

When we take our rights away as individuals to have a point of view that is all our own, we are always dancing with the idea that we are playing with cultish behavior. Don’t ever let someone tell you how to believe.

Go deep into your heart and ask God to tell you how and what to believe. There is a peaceful place designed in all souls that is connected to the Great Good that will always lead us to our Higher Self and to God. Our DNA is structured that way.

In the bible Jesus says that in the final days that the word will be written on our hearts. I believe that is happening now. But you have to be quiet to hear the word calling to you. It’s easy to hear the loud preachers and politicians ranting and raving about what you should and shouldn’t believe. It’s rather hard to take the time to be quiet and listen to the still voice that calls us to our highest self and to the love that permeates all fear and prejudice.

Be still and know what YOU believe.

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A Tapestry of Poor and Royal Hue

A Tapestry of Poor and Royal Hue

I once was asked by a lawyer friend who taught at the Nashville School of Law to pretend like I was a student from the class before. I was to come into the class, pick up a term paper from the teacher’s desk, tell her that she had been unfair, then walk out. This scenario happened in about two minutes, but it was very frenetic and caused a stir in the quiet classroom.

My friend Linda, who has since died of colon cancer, told me that she questioned the class after I left. She asked them what I looked like. Some thought I was short, had dark hair, wore glasses. Some thought I was a light-skinned black man. Some thought I was blonde, long hair, no glasses. Some thought I was wearing blue jeans, others thought I had on a blazer and khakis.

Linda said that the little scene she planned was a success. What she wanted to prove to her hopeful lawyers is: you can’t count on anyone, not even hopeful lawyers with 20/20 vision to get it right when it comes to being a good witness. Almost everybody imagines half of what they see in times of distress.

Once I got mugged by two men in NYC late at night after I had been to a bar. I was walking home on 82nd Street between Columbus and Amsterdam. I think I had one beer. I saw a man coming toward me. Instead of crossing the street like you are supposed to do, I thought I’d be brave and just walk past him. When he got to me, his partner jumped out from a basement stairwell with a machette and wrapped it around my neck. “Walk slowly and don’t say a word!” he said.

There was no one on the street but us. They took me into an apartment building up the road and robbed me of the little money and jewelry I had on. Our exchange was short, but I had time to see each of them clearly. I even talked to them, calmly.

When they left the building, they said to wait for ten minutes before I departed. I did as I was told. Quivering as I walked out of the building, I immediately called my roommate to come and get me. When I went to the police, I had no idea what either of the guys looked like. I went through 5 books of 100’s of pictures of guys who almost looked exactly alike. I couldn’t even see the two guys in my mind, and they had just accosted me. I tried and tried to envision them, but nothing would come to mind.

Honestly, I was out 22 dollars and a fake designer watch I bought on Canal street for 3 dollars. Not a big take for those two short-sited dudes. So, I didn’t really care if the muggers were caught. Maybe my mind wasn’t focused on anything but keeping my neck from getting severed. I’m not sure. Though terrifying afterwards, I had a strange calm around me during the entire robbery. I was easing the minds of the robbers the entire time. “It’s cool, man. I’ll give you whatever I can. I want to help you out. You don’t have to rob me for me to help you…”

My take on the robbery truly disarmed them.

When I think back about my time living in NYC, I remember so many things. But more than anything, I think about how quickly I adapted to the danger and the bugs and pests, which now I can’t imagine I would allow in my life. I mean, on the first week I lived in NY, I took a walk in lower Manhattan in what’s now a great area to live in, around Houston Street, and ended up in the middle of a two-car gun fight. I hid behind a garbage can the gangs battled it out. When it was over, I brushed off my clothes and thought, damn… I just survived my first gun fight NYC. Who’s Da Man?

When I lived in my first apartment in NY, it was a five story walk-up. My apartment was on the first floor. We had large aluminum bars on all the windows to protect us from robberies, but certainly not mice and roaches as big as my fist.

Still one night, as I was working night turn, I was asleep at 9 pm and someone was breaking into my apartment while I was still in bed asleep. I turned on the light and yelled, “I’m calling the police now. Get the f**k out of here. I got a gun too. (I didn’t have one.)” Then I made a lot of noise. It scared the living daylights out of me. But it made the robber leave.

I believe that was the most frightening thing that ever happened to me. It was soon after that, I moved out of the city and into a house in Queens with some church friends.

But even in the 90’s in Queens we had our own share of trouble. We asked a black friend from church to be one of our six roommates. We didn’t realize that the neighborhood was racist. Unfortunately, we had bricks thrown through our front window everyday, until we had to ask our friend to move out.

I look back at my life and sometimes can’t believe what I lived through. There is certainly enough there to write hundreds of books and tell many stories and get doctors to prescribe plenty of psychotropic drugs.

But the truth is, the colors of my life are beautiful—even the dark, muted ones. When they are juxtaposed with the vibrant ones, they all seem to make some wonderful sense, like a tapestry only God can see and smile at.

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