Ego vs True Self

Okay, I think you get the idea about the internal house. The rest of the rooms, you can explore on your own, using your journal.

I have recently gone through a book called "The 30 Day Mental Diet", by Willis Kinnear, given to me as a gift by my good friend, Jill Marie Landis. What an amazing experience it was! I've already had some powerful shifts because of the daily lessons in the book, and I'm always eager to share anything that works on my website. I'm currently enthralled by Eckhardt Tolle's new book, "A New Earth." If you've read his ground-breaking, "The Power of Now", this will take you to the next level. If you're not ready, it will sound like gibberish, and that's okay, too. Buy the book, set it aside, and when the time is ripe, you'll read it.

Basically, the premise of Tolle's book is that we have two selves (at least)--the True Self, and the ego. Most of us, not being aware that we have a choice, live from the superficial ego part of ourselves. It struck me, as I was listening (I like books on CD, because I stare at words all day on a computer screen), that we seldom encounter a real person--only the ego-self they present to the world. It's the ego that compares, criticizes and thinks in terms of me, me, me. But I've had the experience, especially in times of crisis or urgency, of a better self stepping forward and taking over. Haven't you? And wouldn't it be a better world if we learned to operate consciously from the True Self, instead of unconsciously, from the ego? The interesting thing is, everybody doesn't have to get there. If enough of us make the shift, critical mass will kick in, and the whole collective consciousness will change!

Isn't that exciting????

Let's try it.

Still Reading God's Mail...

Dear God,
I've gotten a raw deal, all the way. What's up with that? I want the world to make it up to me. I am entitled to a better life!
Whining in Wisconsin

Dear Whining,
Good luck. With that attitude, you're only going to get more of the same. You're 'entitled' to a life. What you make of it is largely a matter of personal responsibility.
Love,
God

Pooped in Paduca

A peek into the next room in our house reveals that it's a letter-writing room of some kind.

There's a writing desk, with a beautiful quill pen and a bottle of golden ink. Holy Moley, it's real gold, this ink. I think this is a room where God hears and answers prayers.

There's a letter, lying on the desk. Shall we read God's mail?

Dear God,

Nothing ever goes right for me. My dreams are all broken or lost.
I'm a victim of circumstance, and frankly, I just don't know how I'm going to go on. The kids make me tired. My husband makes me tired. I'm just plain...

Pooped in Paduca

And the response:

Dear Pooped,

I gave you the privilege of life, along with all the tools you need to live it well. You're tired because that's your favorite word--it's a litany with you. "I'm tired." That's all you ever say. How about, "I'm grateful"? Try that one on for size.

Okay, sometimes the game gets pretty rough.

Put on your big girl panties and get off the sidelines. Don't wait for Me to wave some magic wand and make everything all right in an instant. That wouldn't be good for you, and I never do anything that isn't good for you.

Love,
God

Another Day on the Flight Deck

Well, we've got those chimpanzees under control, at least to the point where we can hear ourselves think.

Now, all we've got to do is check out the co-ordinates.

Where, exactly, do we want to fly this ship?

Write down between three and five possible destinations.

Maybe you'd like to travel to Health. Or Wealth. Or Joy. Or Peace of Mind. Or Freedom.

All great destinations. You might want to be a lot more specific; I know I do.

What is your most impossible dream? The one you can't possibly accomplish because of all those good reasons you keep coming up with?

Let's go for that one. Heck, even if we don't make it, we're bound to have some great experiences along the way. Meet some terrific people, too.

I know what mine is. How about you?

Put on your Big Girl Panties. (Unless, of course, you're a guy, and in that case, choose whatever philosophical underwear you find appropriate. :) )

Get out your Courage Card, which is accepted in all parts of the Universe, unlike Visa, MasterCard, or American Express.

Let's set our co-ordinates, then. Turn the dial to "Completely Impossible". Then we'll let the ship fly itself for a while--sans monkeys--and see what else we can find in this magnificient house.

I'm Back

Yesterday was wonderfully crazy, so I didn't get to the blog. We'll get back to the house analogy tomorrow, but today, I just want to update you.

Two prospective buyers came to look at Springwater Station, and that meant the place had to be spotless. I spent most of the day either sitting on the patio, trying to stay out of the way, ("Don't mind me, I'm only the owner.") or shuffling the dogs back and forth between here and the barn, where there is a yard to play in. Sadie has an unfortunate tendency to kiss everybody, so we didn't think she should be in charge of meeting and greeting. (Although one of the younger visitors cried, with joy, "A beagle!")

Last February, I entertained the Harlequin sales reps here, and they arrived in a bus. Sadie was overjoyed. So many people to get to know! I swear, for a week after that party, she went hopefully to the gate every day, looking for another bus! I always say she's just a big heart with fur on it. One of the favorite jokes around here is that I can't remarry, because if we ever got divorced, Sadie, who shamelessly loves men, would probably leave with him.

(A special note to my sister, Sally. My emails to you aren't getting through. Is it my computer, or yours?)

Off to Weight Watchers today. Tuesday has been appointed Errand Day.

I will be back tomorrow, with another room in our house.