Week 20

The gamut of emotions.

Fear.  One thing I had held on to is a fear of being alone for a long long time.  So, I have been alone for a long long time.  Give more get more, and you will get what you focus on.

Now, for the others that have bothered me, a switcharoo is in order and has been put to use.

Guilt.  Knowing I should be actively living my life but choosing not to instead, wasting time on useless bullshit, useless relationships, useless friendships.  Wasting time that I can never get back.  So now, when I get an opportunity to feel guilty about that waste, I would rather feel guilty about an idea.  The idea of who am I to squander the gifts I have been given?  If I am going to indulge in guilt, I will indulge in the guilt of knowing I, I am special enough to be someone who impacts the world, and I am choosing not to.  I am likened to the slave who buried his talents, rather than trading them on the market and receiving more when the master returns.  If I am going to indulge in guilt, it will no longer be because I have selfishly involved myself with vain people so as to enhance my feelings momentarily, no, I will feel guilty because there were great people, honest people, humble servants with worlds to give that I cheated out on the opportunity to know me simply because I was indulging in the quick here and now, but hollow vain activities with hollow ghosts of people.  All while those gods among us were beckoning to me to come sit at their table and work with them, but my temporary vanity was what I chose to feel guilty about, not the lives I harmed with inaction and the opportunities of lifelong connections I snubbed.  For those were the things I choose now to feel guilty about.  Any hesitations I had about introducing myself to new and generous groups of people, any doubts I had about whether or not I have anything of value to offer.  Of course I have value, that is why I chose in the past to hang with sheep.  I can control them, there is nothing there to fear.

Here, I have the opportunity to lay in the sun with other lions.  To choose when I should run, walk, eat, bask, play, etc.  There is nothing here and no one here who would do anything to disturb this, for to know the world is our ultimate playground to share and give, to serve and to experience at the highest level we are capable- who here does not want this for one another?

I fall to my knees and give thanks.  I want for nothing, and each day is a new adventure.  In learning more about myself, I am learning more about you.  In learning more about you, I am learning more about myself.

May your fears become your greatest weapons against your old selves, and may your new selves shower you with love.

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Week 19

IMG_0656This weeks posting will be more about activity than it is about the lessons.  But that is okay, as momentum happens in the active progression.  So here I am, this last Sunday, and I have to say I was sad to miss Mark’s coffee break, but not that sad.  He and Fab have been sharing the masterkeys with us to help us set ourselves free from the normal rat race of retardation.  So this just happens to be one of the results.  Good on ya, and thanks.

Now, I’ve always been one to walk to the beat of my own drum.  Been told that by previous employers who appreciated the abilities and creativity and skills of it all, but also wished I would be more of a conformist.  Eat a big turd previous employers, as the good Earl mentioned, conformity is the largest form of cowardice there could ever be.  Tragic.

This was a balmy -10 or so, some odd location in southern MN.  This is just one side step on my DMP, but as soon as I chose it, wrote it down and shared it, BANG!!!!!!!!!!!  Things started happening.  The primary objective on my DMP/dreamboard/etc. was an idea I had two years ago and with that idea I took immediate action that very day and began a special program that I need not go into every detail about.  Suffice it to say though, as I am highly motivated and creative but very scattered, it had not yet gained the momentum it has now.  I attribute this to the universe bowing before my burning desire to manifest this program in its greatest form.  The best part about that is I don’t even know what its greatest form is yet.  I don’t know that I ever will and that’s awesome.  I have nothing but greater and greater expectations for it, and I know the future me that I am getting to know will have even greater designs for the program and the future future me will have even greater designs for it than the future me does.  It’s exciting knowing that I am many people all in one, just at different stages of progression and learning.  Which in turn means what I have to give today will only be magnified and multiplied into what services I will render tomorrow.  And on and on.

I have learned a massive lesson.  Autonomy is huge for me, and I see it in my past actions.  As great as it is to be as independent as possible when it comes to getting things done and making things happen, by nature it does not lend itself to receiving help.  In the short time I have been getting on with the masterkey system, I have been more open to talking about my ideas with other people.  The support I have received has left me in a state of speechless gratefulness.  Any moment  I may be having a slip of a negative thought, I have an abundance of experiences directly tied to my DMP, what is literally my life’s work, to center my soul on absolute joy and love for all things and creation.  How can I have a bad moment when I can choose to live every second in my awesome past experiences that now remind me of how much greater my future will also be?  That in turn allows my creative thoughts to flow into different avenues dealing with projects relating to my DMP.

This weekend, the evening before I got up far too early for most (around 3am to load out and hit the road to go film) I opened my mouth again about another part of my DMP regarding a children’s book I am publishing.  I needed an artist to help out.  Now I can draw well enough to give someone a general idea of what it is, but I am not a natural when it comes to that platform.  At least, not without a lot more practice than what I am choosing to spend time on.  So in opening my mouth after having written it down that I needed help in the art department recently, BANG!!!! I got me an artist happily and eagerly on board with the Vampseal children’s book project.  Now, I had opened my mouth about it before, but I had not put it in writing and then opened my mouth about it.  Lesson 1.  Write it down everywhere.  Lesson 2.  Repeat it all the time.  Obsess about it.  The universe will provide whatever you want.  YOU HAVE TO ASK AS A DEMAND.  After a short time, you wear the universe out and it just coughs it up.

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This is my friend Nick.  He is also my 2nd camera man and marketing director/guru.  I have known him since he was about 14 or so.  He’s a vet, is currently a state patrol dispatcher, and also is an MMA fighter.  He has had to self promote on all platforms of social media, so his contribution to this program is immense.  Plus, he’s crazy.  But he did tell me something when he showed up at my door in the middle of the night to go film this project- he said there is really not anything he would get up in the middle of the night to go do other than this.  He worked till a little after 1 am and then shortly thereafter we were traveling south in the frigid weather to hike all day and film frozen waterfalls for a documentary for this program.  He thanked me again for giving him a purpose in life that means something.  I thanked him for his enthusiasm  (or enthoooooosyasum!!!) and help, and let him know how much it meant to me, knowing how much it will be appreciated by others.

But this is how it goes.  Things fall into place.  Autopilot.  It’s just a choice of what the autopilot course is set on.  The old blueprint or the new.  My new autopilot is set on a life of learning, excitement, adventure and really living out my fantasy.  My hand picked life.

On another note, one tied into my dreamboard but not in my DMP, is an amount of money and the ways I intend to attain that amount.  Written down.  Well, oddly enough, a company that contracts me as an individual is not only sending me out for more training but also at the end of last week has asked me to engineer and fabricate a design for some servo motors to mount to some boiler burner control units and such.  A bit of welding, cutting, machining, whatnot… it’s all second hand to me, but when this goes through, a good portion of that amount of money I desire begins to flow my way.  Again, write it down somewhere and obsess about it.  Demand it.  It has to happen now, because I wrote it down and am not letting go of the idea of it.  I refuse.

I also love seeing the progression others are having.  I even love seeing the trials others are having.  Great samurai swords were not made in lukewarm water.  I love the fight and the opposition to all our dreams as we learn and don’t give up.  It makes us more of what we really are.  Strips off that old cement one chip at a time, or sometimes, one entire parking ramp at a time.  Did you know concrete and steel have nearly identical contraction and expansion rates?  They do.  So the force of the concrete is going to exert and form and breathe around you at the same rate you as the sword are going to attempt to move.  So these exercises, these daily rituals, these changes of pace- once they gain enough momentum, the concrete can’t expand and contract quickly enough, and it has to break.  And what is left is an awesome weapon of creative power that is you.  You can cut through old reality and limitations to your hearts desire.  It’s in you.  Always was.  Shout out to Sujata (I am pretty sure I mangled the name) from my tribe.  I rattled off an old 80’s tune and within a short time she had polo’d the music video of it.  Catchy old tune about not slowing down and pushing through with a massively positive push.

And on that note I’d like to thank everyone in my tribe that I see on polo.  One of them is in Vegas, and she’s sharing a much warmer view than the ones I share.  Another was recently at an airport in florida I believe, and he’s another specimen of awesome humanity.   One of the others is up in Canada someplace, and she got outdoors to take away the blues.  It was snowing and absolutely lovely out when she shared her view.  Even though she admitted to being a bit worked up.  Life is great.  Then there is Ben.  God I love that guy.  Down to earth like the magma that moves worlds.  And our tribe leader Ryan.  Days of Missler right there.  I know that even though you are going left, you are spending more time turning right when you dirt track that stuff.  I am proud of all of you and can’t wait to see more of you all.

For what it’s worth, I am glad I spend my days with you in my thoughts.  I didn’t have this before.  I may not have it ever again.  So at this moment and at this time, I simply rejoice that we are here at this very moment, doing what only we can do the way it was meant to be done through us.

And I can’t leave out Troy Van Dyke.

I’d say peace out, but screw that.  Pull out that sword and hack through every obstacle like it was trying to take away your soul.  Cause it is.  And guess what?  You won’t let it.

 

 

 

Week 18

Marco polo is a useful app.  I wasn’t much into it, and did not participate much until I submitted to my guide’s admonitions, and I am still breaking down some of those hesitations.  But now, it is like an addiction to check it, to see who left a message, knowing already that the message will be great.  Big shout out here to Troy Van Dyke, part of my tribe.  That man is a huge inspiration on fearless communication.  Compile that with his drive to make the most of each day, starting early and keeping it sacred, I find in him an awful lot to learn.  And he just gives it in buckets by example and initiative.  So thank you Troy.  My world is a better place because of you.

The recent questions are buzzing through my mind all the time now.  What am I pretending not to know, and what would the person I intend to become do next?  In my thoughts and meditations on these, they actually melded together and became (quotie fingers here, Mark)  ‘What would the person I intend to become pretend not to know?’

And that opened up a whole new can of adventure and unknowns for my future, and its freaking exciting.  To know that the hero’s journey never ends, and even though goals may be accomplished, it is all about refining the process of present harmony and happiness, living each second courageously and not shrinking back from the future me.  The scroll mentions the future casting a shadow on today, as a future tragedy need not affect today and we can’t do anything about it.  Well, I also realized that the future me can cast a negative shadow on the present me, or it can cast a protective shadow as I am rebuilt into what I intend to become.  I see that shadow cast from the future me as a pyramid, a great statue type of object, huge in it’s casting and looking ahead.  Powerful yet restrained, it’s shadow covers me as a mother duck keeps eye over her ducklings.  See, the future me as I see it, is watching over me already and giving me guidance, telling me and motivating me to do this or that, but always with love and care, never with guilt or force or shame.  Mother ducks do not shame their ducklings for a misstep or a poor swim.  Father penguins do not badger their young for attempting to see the ocean before they are ready, sometimes making premature mistakes in youth.  Likewise, the future me I am getting to know even better is more tolerant of my failings, but mainly because he sees the efforts and the directions I am moving towards, and I am moving closer to filling that shadow for myself.  He is not moving towards me, and not even looking at me.  But now and then a movement from his hand blocks wind, rain, snow, lightning, meteor showers and falling dragons and hydras and keeps me safe.  Yes, in my world the sky rains everything, and in the future I need no defense against any evil, and I am capable of protecting others from it as well.  For the evil that we endure is only the evil we create once we understand who we are and what we really can do on this journey.

But the future me will also need to turn away from the me that is now.  I think I will have to be continually holding rituals to get rid of the past versions of me as I become more and more the man I intend to be.  And that is perfectly acceptable to the future me, as he is even more creative and driven than I am.

For those who read this, thanks.  I think it would be really cool to try to make my life one that you would spend a day in, if you could, because it’s pretty great and it’s only getting better.  And I’d like to trade my day for your day so I could see just how awesome it is to be you.  I believe you are already really cool.  I’ve gotten a kick out of the obituaries, and I also have started reading peoples blogs from the beginnings to now to see the changes in people.  Take care everyone and enjoy every second.

Week 17HJ (Hero’s Journey)

I am going to tell you a story.  It is my hero’s journey.  It is me, returning to that which I was meant to be, and at some points in my life, while a child and at sporadic times throughout my existence, it bursts through the cement and did its thing.

I am a creative force of nature.  That may sound arrogant, but I don’t care.  When I choose to do something, I do it, and even in my line of work, which has most always been on the mechanical fields of some sort, it includes a mass amount of hands on creativity and building/engineering.  There is a lot of conceptual visualization in this brain, often lost on others until they see the final product come to its fruition.  I can see an image of something in my head, and then I can build it.  I turn ideas into things.  Often this is done deductively, not inductively.  I build things and craft custom things (boat work/fiberglass/structural/bodywork/custom paint jobs/custom chopper work/etc.) deductively.  I write music and songs inductively.  Those things kind of grow on their own, and just need a little push here and there until they become a finished product.  The video documentary work I do, which is an intrinsic central ideal of my DMP, is done with a mix of both, but I’d say around 70 percent deductively.  But back to the journey, and the possibly perception of arrogance.

I thought I learned to play chess at the age of 5.  I was wrong.  About a decade ago, my mother corrected me on that.  It was 3.  And I beat adults.  A lot.  As in, most of the time, and it was getting hard to find good opponents.  By the time I was in about 5th grade, I had read the entire volumes of the encyclopedia Britannica.  I was ravenous, but not just for knowledge, it was actually for escape.

I was raised into a cult.  I never knew anything else, and on top of that, my father was a physically abusive tyrant who expressed his identity to me through acts of terror and lots of other things that I need not go into detail here.  But every kind of abuse you can think of was for me at least a weekly experience, so safety was found outside of the home.  That is one of the biggest reasons why I am dedicated to this program.  I’ve been through lots of therapy and counseling.  But for whatever reason, they aren’t too good at the whole reprogramming the identity that the subconscious hangs on to as a blueprint.  And, as we learned, the higher the emotional charge, the deeper the implant of experience.  I am becoming what I was born to be, not nurtured to be, but born to be faster and with less dead weight through the MKE process.  And we will get to that.  As a by product of this, I am feeling the formative perceptions slip aside.  They will never disappear, once subby has known something, it will always know it.  Years ago I came up with my own system, and called it suppression and replacement.  Knowing that focus is key, and you cannot forget something, what you can do is focus on something else.  Don’t fight evil, turn from it.  It exists, it is there, and you are powerless to control it.  But you are powerful to set that thought aside and think of something else.  Whatever you want.  I worked this process, but I worked it in reaction to my environment and the necessities that my past had drilled in to me.  I never wanted to feel vulnerable ever again.  So I became the best at fighting in an illegal fighting circuit.  I even mastered the spiritual aspect of it, and found as a process for improvement, that in weakness there is strength.  May sound contradictory, but we can only grow stronger in the areas we accept as weaknesses.  The worst part about our ego is the idea that we can think we know something.  As soon as that happens, we really are plain out retarded.  If you are offended by that word, do your work and look it up.  Big difference between being born with a condition and being born without a condition but choosing to be stupid.  That’s the red in me talking.  I’m telling my hero’s journey, I am going to read yours, and you will tell yours the way that only you can, and I will love it and love you for it.

So I suppressed everything else except my double life of a good little cult follower during the week and a life of violence every saturday night for at least two years.   During my working days, I worked on my breathing exercises, opening and closing the energy gates, contracting and expanding the diaphragm and holding my breath.  I visualized activities constantly, ran up and down bluffs that had no trails for exercise, and morphed into a binary thing.  No expression, no emotion, just a meat suit meant for one thing- to never feel physically vulnerable ever again.  No matter what.  But it, like so many other things, was not what I was meant to be.  And I am okay with that, because people like that are disturbed individuals who belong in special forces and other weird occupations that have short life expectancy’s.  They are not good for society as a whole.  I know this because I was this.  But something kept popping up, and I will tell you about that now.

I remember when I was eight and in third grade.  I had a teacher named Tad Voss.  This was a man among men, a real scholar, poet, woodworker, creative genius and inspiration to many.  Not so much to me, as I didn’t need inspiration to be creative and build things.  Anyway, one day during quiet time, he heard a constant repetitive sound that he couldn’t place.  When he finally found out what it was, he was overjoyed.  See, I had gotten bored.  I realize now that a lot of it has to do with social programming and conditioning men to be gender neutral, but at least back then we still had an hour recess and tall swings we could break our legs on.  The absolute worst thing you can make boys do is sit still for 8 hours a day.  Society, I hate you for that.  But you’ve got yours coming, there are less intelligent but far more masculine cultures ready to take over for your sins.   Not my problem now, my problem then was sheer unadulterated boredom.  Holy crap did I get bored easy.  Take a kid who gets good at chess at three and then force his ass to sit and read dick and jane and see how he feels about you later in life..  Anyway, this noise Tad was hearing..  I had taken some construction paper and cut out a silhouette of a car about 4 inches long and an inch and a half tall.  Mind you, this was back when paper was thick and could cut you and half the class  down if you made a good paper airplane out of it.  Construction paper was no joke, and I am sure the homeless people liked it back then better than the flimsy shit they produce for kids these days.  Anyway, we also had the pleasure of sticking ourselves with pins when we wanted, so I grabbed a crayon, took that wrapper off of it, cut about a quarter inch off of it, and did this four times to make myself some wheels (I could do that with the non-safety fiskars of the times) then shoved the crayons on to the pins and used the pins like axles for the crayon wheels- the pins being stuck through the car cutout and the other crayon wheels stuck to the other side of the pins.  It was brilliant.  It rolled great.  If you ever remember a good crayola crayon, you may recall that the very center of it was a tiny bit softer than the rest.  So the pins kind of self-aligned, and when set together close to the car section, it held the car section of construction paper upright.  Within 5 minutes, all the kids around me had built them too, and we were racing them.

Tad took this opportunity to get the whole class involved, and we actually spent almost an hour a day for a week engineering pin cars.  This led to an all out hot wheels and matchbox event the next week including tracks and all.  It was fun.  It was engaging.  it was living.

Tad told me something I never forgot.  Even in the pit, bashing another man’s face into a swim ladder.  He told me I was the boy who could create something out of nothing, and to keep being creative.  As I recall this now,  it brings tears to my eye.  I’d like to say eyes, but since my brain surgery my right eye hasn’t shed tears yet.  I believe it will someday though, so I will keep remembering these things, and when I finally shed a teat from my right eye, I am going to cry and cry and cry until snot covers my shirt.  Be glad its not your shirt, I am big enough and dangerous enough to take it from you.  But I won’t.  In fact, these days, I’d like to buy you a shirt and a coffee.  If you don’t like coffee I will find out what you do like and get you that.  Or I can paint you some abstract art.  I do more of that now too.  But I am off topic.  I cried right now because I betrayed what I was meant to be, but knew instinctively that I was supposed to be creating, not destroying.  i used excuses, all that bs, and should have known that while I lived in Northfield MN and started teaching my style and way of self-defense/martial arts, it was my soul attempting to right itself and do what I was meant to do.  Create and share what I create.  I had created a free form martial art style, and was sharing it.  Not the best use of my time, but I did gain some lifelong friends as a result. Plus I got to break people when my students invited me to an outdoor music festival where fights broke out all the time.  It’s like giving a honey badger a free ticket to a bee hive.  But  it’s not what I was meant to be doing.

I was very intuitive, and still am.  When I was around 9 or 10, my father brought me out to some random extended relative who did his own reloading.  I was told that the metal he was melting down was lead, and that was it.  I felt the ingots prior to them being melted for shaping, and promptly told him there was something else in  there.  At least three something else’s in there.  My dad’s a dick, by the way, and I have nothing to do with him.  I cut him out of my life shortly before I got excommunicated from the cult for good reason.  Anyway, about 4 years after the reloading intuition and being told nothing about it, I was installing some cam bearings for an engine my dad was rebuilding.  The cam bearing installation rental tool failed to come with instructions and my father was at wits end as he could not figure it out.  He went inside, I messed with it and a half hour later had them installed, and correctly.  I had never done that before.  He promptly decided I was too smart for my own good and gave me a good beating for it.  Shortly thereafter he mentioned that the guy who was doing the reloading mentioned that there had been lots of people who asked about the ingots.  His pat reply to everyone including me when queried about their contents was simply lead.  Out of all of them, I was the only one to recognize that there was something else there, and to also get right how many other metals were included in the mix.  Would have been nice to know that at the time, that someone had recognized aptitude and given me a compliment, but hey, my dad’s a dick.  Go figure.

My name is Orren Marshall.  I create things, and this burning desire to create things has been a part of me since I was born.  When I went to Mexico I used the beach as my canvas and I drew godzilla in the sand holding a flower telling everyone to take the flower.  The next evening it was a disco rollerskater with a boombox and bell bottom pants.  After that it was a Harley rider headed into the ocean.  I got standing ovations from people in the hotels above floor 5, as they were so big you kinda had to be up that high to see the whole picture.  These took hours.  I loved every second of it.  I can’t go through life without creating.

All the bullshit, all the abuse, all the fighting, all the drag racing and high speed car junk, motocross, adrenaline rush junkie type stuff- all of it is incorporated into my DMP now with the creative life at the very pinnacle of my existence.   My second camera guy is also my marketing guru, and he is willing to help on a dime with my projects and why?  Cause he is in the lower rankings of MMA here in MN.  He doesn’t look at any of my artsy stuff lightly, and is all in to help with all his marketing talents because he knows I can beat the shit out of anyone.  How weird is that..

My day job is infinitely flexible thanks to my history in fabrication skills and such with custom projects.  I am sure with a simple request, I could get access to Jay Leno’s garage, as my employer rubs shoudlers with the guy.

This is the hero’s journey.  This is my hero’s journey.  Even the dumbest sidetracking has somehow and is somehow serving a purpose with my ultimate purpose and coming full circle with my creative calling.  I see doors opening, not because of the project itself, sometimes, but because I can relate to some of the gatekeepers in ways that are pretty unique.  Being excommunicated from a cult is kind of a rare experience, and then becoming an ordained minister to perform weddings for your own DJ company raises more glasses than it does eyebrows.

Point is, and there is a lesson to everything as I return happy and whole and powerful and harmonious full circle to my center, my reason for existence- for a while I thought all the bullshit I went through and especially all the dumb stuff I did to myself along the way had no reason for existence within my main life’s reason for being.  Wrong.  I’m forgiven.  You’re forgiven.  I don’t know when, but every thing you did and every thing someone else did to you is going to be necessary, but only when you accept your calling.  Until then its all chaos and toilet paper.

This was long.  Good, I’m glad.  It makes sure that only people who can read and have some discipline will get to know me.  Those who skip over it, well, I won’t skip over you, but you will certainly be hearing about me in the future.  And I hope to all creation that I will hear about every one of you through all sorts of channels.  Because this is life.  And it is pretty freaking awesome.

Week 17

The non-moving magnifying glass.  That is what I get out of all this focus on concentration.  But there’s more.

A while back, while doing some research on solar energy, I stumbled across a youtube video where a young kid took an old satellite dish, glued about 5000 tiny mirrors to it, then aimed it at the sun so that it collected the suns rays and centered them to a point about 5 feet from the dish to a concentric spot about 1/2 inch in diameter.  The results were pretty ridiculous, as in impressive.  Hold a 2×4 at this spot of focus for anything longer than about a second, and it would burst into flames.  Hold a brick at the focal point, and in about 10 seconds it would start to explode.  Want to burn a hole in a paint can lid?  15 seconds.  Want to melt mud into glass?  25 seconds.  Of course, the kid wore welding gloves, safety glasses, and held these various objects with large pliers and vise grips and channel locks and such.  Guarantee it could burn a spot on your flesh faster than you would want, unless of course you have that rare disease where you can’t feel tactile sensations.  Then you’d just start to smell something and later realize certain body parts are not working correctly anymore.

Point is, and lesson 17 really hammers at it, concentration is key, and it reminded me of this kid with this solar collector.  Which also brings to light the laws that are universal, but rarely do we apply what we observe in nature as an applicable law to our minds.

See, this kid took an entire sun, inefficiently, and focused its power through concentrated effort (the parabola of mirrors) and used massive amounts of scattered energy to create a centered spot of massive energy.  Transference.  The energy is always, was always, and will always be there.  The only thing needed was something to focus it.  It clicks, more and more all the time.  My guide, Ryan, sent me a compass and a small magnifying lens.  Told me to stay focused on what’s important.  Need a compass to guide you to know where you want to end up.  Need the focus to stay on track.

I think now about that magnifying lens, the concentration needed to stay focused, immovable against adversity, and a compass like directive power that cannot change and also see that kid with his solar dish harnessing scattered energy.  And now, I see our minds are the magnifying glasses, the universe is the sun, and all we are- all we have to do is just hold focus on a particular thought long enough and all the scattered energy in the universe gets necked down and concentrated on whatever we are thinking about, and thus, it burns right through any obstacle and creates all sorts of ways to make those thoughts a tangible reality.

So it is in the physical, and if it is a law in the physical, it is also a law in the spiritual.

I was ill this week, with a bout of chronic bronchitis.  Usually this would last a month.  This time, even in my weakened state (still recovering from surgery and my energy level is not 100 percent) I am feeling it leave me in only 4 days.  I am focused on the health, even though my past would have me be focused on how I ‘feel’.  I choose to think about running miles and miles.  And more miles.  And more after that.  Ain’t life grand.  Choose, concentrate, stay focused and know where you’re going.  Does it get any better?  Yes!

Week 16

I read other posts and see the progressions that others are making, and I feel in harmony with their statements and accomplishments.  For me, finding crafty ways to be kind is fun, and it brings back to me far more than I give it.  Lesson learned.  have a little faith, Orren, for ALL the virtues work this way.  Give more get more, you become what you think and see in others, and what you focus on is amplified and made solid through physical manifestation in your surroundings.  Focus focus focus.  Easier with the disciplines and exercises.

So kindness is flourishing.  I experience it daily, and it is blissful.  On top of that icing, my cake is starting to be eaten.  In other words, the main objective in my DMP is already in motion, as I spent part of this last week in harmonious manifestation of the idea.  Just as I had envisioned.  It included a lot of driving.  I have always had a hard time staying alert on long drives.  Not this time.  Tired, worn out, lacking sleep and wet and cold from hiking for hours through the northern woods of MN along the canadian border, weighed down with production gear, I wasn’t tired once back behind the wheel.  Crazy.  Never have I felt so energized

Like Mark likes- the ant who devours a lion- and like the scroll of persistence explained- while hiking through areas of deep snow, just keep putting one foot in front of the other.  Each step is little, but the end result and manifested process are immense.

For now, all smiles and memories of jagged hill country and frosty breath.  I even peed a heart shape in the snow.  Probably more information than anyone needed, but hey, I am motivated by creative expression, what can I say?..

Week 15

Man has manifested more through the concentrated power of thought than any other creature on the planet.  This certainly sets us apart from the other animals, and to decry or deny this is to disinherit our unique gifts.  Among the things I have listened to recently was a talk from Earl Nightingale where he pointed out that this power of thought is really the only difference between man and the other animals.  Horses, pigs, apes, etc.  all have lungs, hearts, brains, etc.  But they cannot do the unique thing that we can do- turn a thought into a thing to anywhere near the degree that man can.   An interesting gift, then, and it begs the question yet again, what will we do with it?

The Franklin makeover.  I was highly disorganized.  This is the first lowest point score.  I see around me organization now that I focus on it.  I see it in complex designs, mechanical processes, etc.  Odd, too, as one of my professions requires me to engineer, design, incorporate load stress criteria, and build with selected materials all sorts of critical structures that, if poorly organized in their construction process, will fail and lead to serious injury and harm to a human.  I never fail at these.  I cannot fail.  I submit and listen to the metal, the wood, the electricity, the systems, and I work within the confines and limits of the products supplied.  The disorganization does not occur in my active life, it is though highly apparent in my passive life.  In the part of my life that I have not connected maintenance to productivity, or valued highly the mundane, or what I perceived as mundane.  So I shall elevate and rise.  Not that I ever let a lens get dirty, but dirty lenses make for poor pictures at the top of Everest.  There is value in small details.  There is value in clean spaces.  There is gold there.  Room to grow.  Everywhere I look, from highways to computer code to musical arrangements, there is organization.  It is mathematical in its application but harmonious in its result.

15-17.  Words are power.  Words used to create thoughts injected into our subconscious with feeling become who and what we are and where we are going, or not going.  Careful what we link together as thought statements.  Be picky.  This is what I felt was the implication of 17.  And it ties in with the last scroll- I do not walk or talk with the sheep.  Sheep are not picky about who they talk with, what words are used, what thoughts are conveyed, and where those conversations that eventually sink into their heads will lead them.  Be picky.  Make your own.

15-20 states that we know that universal thought has for its goal the creation of form.  Well, form would be a physical manifestation of a thought, as thoughts without form are only thought energies yet to be expressed.  This is why writing things down is so important, and the exercises are just that- ways to make us get our thoughts into form.  Once in the physical, it can grow into its ultimate expression.

I suppose what I see in essence is that the universe wishes to use us to create and manifest when it chooses to certain things.  It does this by injecting creative thoughts into us in the hopes that we will act upon those ideas.  Universe is taking on a big job, as it probably injects the same idea into thousands of people in the hopes that one or two actually follow through on that idea, thus bringing about a more harmonious universe.  For all the mistakes humans make, we live in a better world for every person than ever before.  So keep adding to it.  Anyway, being that the universe wants to use us but we are often resistant, what creates that resistance?  The clutter.  The unfocused mind.  The old peptides and the quick fix dopamine releases.  The escape methods.  So many things that hinder the universe from using us to our full potential, which by all accounts is pretty infinite.

So here at week 15 more comes together, and the course itself brings more harmony to productive concentrated effort.  Funny, but it feels like it was created for two sides of the same human coin.  One, to clear out the useless bullhonky that distracts our potential.  Two, to create the tools within our conscious minds to inject the subconscious with the thoughts it needs to get things done that the universe wants done.  The sit, the readings, the mental diet, the reformation (my rendition of the Franklin deal), the gratitude threes per day, the zooms, the polos (which I admit I am not as strong at using as I should be, and that changes today! as what I should be is what I already am) – all these things are simply freeing my soul of the shackles that I once tied it down with.  The cement is really a great analogy.  But these tools, these things, these ideas put into form, create within each of us the ability to truly be a vessel for the creative forces at work.  It is so much bigger than any one of us.  Thus even the mastermind- because no one can do it alone, but even the universe needs your special self to accomplish its goal.  What a thought!  The universe needs YOU.  As it gives you life, you give it creative form!

 

Week 14

I have been able to spend the last few weeks listening to Earl Nightingale (even before it was suggested) and have found it useful, along with other works along the same vein.  In think and grow rich, it is said that there are two parts to the secret that when one is ready, one will know.  I am not sure I know for sure, but driving home last week from work, as I had been contemplating this concept for some time now, what sprang into mind was the simple dynamic of – idea plus persistent action- and wham!  the world becomes yours as you become the world’s.  And it has to be that way.  Can you imagine the world having an idea and trying to stuff all it’s creative thought and power into you alone?  You’d implode!  You can’t accept that much!  That is why people with these ideas end up rich in much more than material wealth, but in any way they see fit- because the values must hold equal.  It is like solving algebraic equations- where you are given certain values, some on one side of the equal sign, and some on the other.  You solved the problems by finding the values through certain processes.  And these things, even now, are equaling out.  They can and will change if you do, but they presently are the sum of all the parts, and those natural laws are not changeable.  So work the equation and see it to the end.

Think about it- take your dmp ideas to the very limit of your desires…  How many people will that touch at it’s maximum potential?  Hundreds?  Thousands?  If the idea and the value it holds had to be returned in the exact way it was received, do you really want or could you really handle thousands of people showing up at your door?  Probably not, and me neither.  So the universe must and will give back that value to you to equal the scales, give more get more, so it makes it really easy and simply gives you whatever you want, whatever you dream of, and that is whatever you think about the most charged with emotion.  But often, we are mostly charged with emotions about the patterns we have been repeating for decades, thus manifesting the same exact (or worse) conditions than those we had in years past.

I didn’t care for algebra when I was younger.  It didn’t make much sense.  I recall that when I turned 25 it suddenly made sense, but I never knew the cause of it.  Anyway, what clicked is that it balanced out.  Well, this balances out too.  All the examples of people who had an idea and backed it with defined plans of action who were persistently relentless, no matter how absurd their ideas came across to the general public, these peoples ideas became giants in and of themselves.  The people were still just the same old little humans, but the ideas became larger than they were or could ever be.  The people were just the conduit, the gateway for the universe to express itself in another way.  I think this is why we have been told again and again to drop the opinions, be the observer, and basically mind your own business.  Having all these opinions can be interesting, but its really only interesting if you have nothing better to do.  Literally.  I remember years ago, as a kid fresh out of high school, being invited over to a new friends house to watch SNL on a saturday night.  I didn’t know what SNL was, I said.  Saturday night live, she said.  I replied, so you want me to come hang out and watch TV- that sounds absolutely boring.  And for me it would have been, as my saturday nights consisted of working on hot rod cars and drag racing and cruising the local streets on hot nights admiring each others work on our muscle cars (mine was a dodge charger).  It may not have been for everyone, and that’s fine.  But I felt alive, and we were engaged in our own lives.  Doing something, building things.  Didn’t have much time or care for opinions, unless it had something to do with getting past 180 mph.

I think much the same now about my dmp and the dmp’s of others.  And those men and women of change and industry and art and creativity and adventure and exploration…  They were not too concerned with all the opinions of this or that or whatever…  But they sure were keyed into their own driving purpose.  They refused to take no for an answer, and so now we know their names.  I happen to think that the future will know a lot of our names…

 

 

 

Week 13

My dmp is something I need to pay a bit of attention to.  Polish it up a bit.  Get it right with getting it right.  Time is important.  Used to be wasted time.  Now there is only useful time and engagement in life coupled with an awareness of being part of something much bigger than myself while simultaneously being the conduit for that which needs my unique attributes.  And week 13 is right on time.

What I have found on this expedition is that when given enough thought energy, when focused on in an intelligent way, when the method is open to correction, the path becomes more revealing and less cluttered.  The law of give more get more sets opportunity upon the path, instead of me being on the path of opportunity.  The scales must balance, as in all things.  Is the goal a get, or is it a give?  Daily, with each breath, each moment, especially when I think something may be below me or mundane, I find it has become the ultimate test of my entire being, a menial task turned into heroically saving the world in the visually gruesome beauty of goring the picador as it had tried to stab me repeatedly.  Nothing I do is menial, repetitive or of little use.  You change the world with a change of mind.

As I submit more and more, I recognize the major purpose is now becoming a list of musts and obligations that I genuinely cannot wait to accomplish.  And I think submission in the self is key.  I couldn’t use anything, find methods, practice certain things to connect myself to the universal mind.  It’s a fallacy to think a person can, and I realize that now.  We all are already connected.  Already arrived, already there.  Acceptance of that unification with the whole makes it so much easier, much more streamlined.  One only needs to clear the way, wipe off the desk of life, and set upon the desk the project you desire and begin your work.  You didn’t build the desk, the office, the pens or the paper, you just brought forth the project and the world conspires to bring  into your presence the manufacturer, the laborers, the consultants, the engineers and managers to bring your project to fruition.

This is the observable reality of my present life.  The project is larger than myself.  What started as an idea is now a thing, and I am only playing a supportive role in it’s manifestation and ultimate expression.  I have camera equipment to bring to a business associate.  I have a 3 day expedition in January filming in the cold, frozen, northern outdoors.   I did not even have to set the dates for this, these were set for me by others, by the project itself and the others involved in it.  It is the active manifestation of my dmp, what my life is becoming more and more of.  Ideas are things.  They are tangible, they can bend time and space and build anything you can dream of.

I will be sipping coffee around a fire somewhere outdoors in a few short weeks, shooting video along the north shore of Lake Superior.  I will inhale and exhale, tasting the heavy, cold dense air and I will feel frost build upon my brow and around my mouth.  I will be looking at my associates and they will be looking at me, knowing that what we are doing is bringing great good to others while not taking away anyone else’s good.   Every sore muscle and cold finger will be placed upon the scale, every wall rappelled and every trail broken will be set upon the side of give.  More and more give, and we will smile, knowing that we are already part of it all.  The universe asked me to be there, even before I was born.  All I had to do was show up.  The rest is history, and the future.  That is what week 13 means to me.

Week 12

Week 12, and more pieces are falling automatically in to place.  Resistance and projection are useless, the power of observation is in and of itself a great lesson teacher, if one bothers to become a relevant student.  To think that one could change anything but themselves in the grand shape of the universe is an interesting thought, and can be observed by the unhappiness in those who attempt to live their lives outside of it.

If anything in retrospect I see in myself, previously, the exact things that brought me to this moment in existence.  Where I live, with whom I associate, what I value and the decisions and results I lose or gain according to those values, and the desires I have held dear that have manifested either the order or the chaos which has become, to one degree or another on multiple facets, my life.  Prior to the mks, the dominant parts of my dmp were already in motion.  So in applying the laws and getting in harmony internally, I am seeing the manifestation of those things on a scale of which it is challenging to stay in pace with.  Things are happening far faster than I expected.  But these are great problems to have, and only need some modifications to my thoughts through the day to bring to me the help I will soon need.  And someone has already popped into mind for a particular reason, and certainly not due to conscious thought or directed thought.  Rather, a massive desire and need to connect with this individual because of certain ideals and specialized abilities they have perfected, knowing what a massive addition it will make to my already amazing team.  Where did that impulse come from?  Who placed this obsession for this one previously known person into my being?  I will just do as I am led by that which I am part of.  So much easier that way, and it is all that way.

In the lesson, at 22, I really dig the last statement.  Educated desire is the most potent means of bringing into action the law of attraction.  As I was listening previously to some random stuff at work, it brought to light the latin root of ‘educate’, which is ‘educe’, which means to draw out.  So a thoroughly drawn out desire, one truly perfected and worked at brings the law into your lap.

I also was thrilled at the observations made about the substitutes that have been played at and toyed with to try to get to the core of harmony with the laws, as though there were shortcuts to become closer to the universal consciousness.   It’s right there, inside everyone, ready for the acceptance and grace we all are granted.

I am enjoying this.  Every minute.