The year 2021 starts with the quotation “we act not from will, but from imagination.” The thought charms me. For three years, I diddled with that idea sporadically, yet gave it no credence. After all, my parents told me, my teachers told me, and public voices (AKA “they) told me that life requires willpower. Imagination is for feckless dreamers and fools, not a life tool for adults.
Courtesy of Covid-19, I’ve had the time for a grazing through lots and lots of books. One afternoon I drifted upon a book of Nevil Goddard lectures. Because I inherited an interest in metaphysics from my father, I read more and more of his works. I have become so intrigued that I am committing myself to daily practice of his principles throughout 2021. This blog is a personal journal written for myself and to myself as an informal documentation of this experiment. I’ve released myself from any obligation to explain or clarify anything that I publish. I feel free to write as I choose, disregarding any rules I would ordinarily follow were I writing for others.
Running late for my Census job yesterday. Leap into the Saturn, turn the key—the sound of silence from the engine. Not even that grinding cough. Dismay sinks to my gut. No time to brood. I grab the keys to G’s PT Cruiser and off I go. One of the guaranteed dismays of my life is a car on the blink. Several months ago, I dealt with a problem that drained my new battery flat in two hours.
This time, I put it out of my mind and moved on with my day. I was looking up a Census ID, when I knew, with a feeling of great calm, that the car’s battery was dead because I had left the key in the “ON” position instead of rotating it completely to OFF (and that is a story for another day.)
The fix was easy: jump the battery. Out come the battery cables, up go the hoods of both cars. Red cable then black cable attached to G’s PT Cruiser. Red cable attached to the battery terminal on my car. Then (thanks to You Tube videos) I ground the black cable on the engine block instead of attaching it to the negative battery terminal. Good thing I did that because sparks flew around but my battery was safe. The Saturn starts up and all is right with the world.
The point to the story, and there is a point, is that I achieved a successful outcome free from the two hours of mental frenzy which is my usual behavior when the car goes on the fritz.
I can “change my state” I works best when done early or the jukebox of mind automatically starts playing that dismal “D3.”
If it is true that a person with multiple personalities can have diabetes in one persona and be free of diabetes in another persona then there are interesting questions about the relationship of the mind and disease.
This afternoon I engaged in an event in which I missed the mark by a mile in terms of desired outcome. BUT it led me down a new path of thought that I will be testing for this week.
Since third grade, I’ve feared people disapproving me; for decades I’ve allowed fear of people’s reactions to turn me away from from goals. So, this afternoon, I was determined muscle my way to a specific result when engaging with a stranger. Instead of achieving the result I wanted, I got a lap full of disapproval. On the one hand, it was a win in that I stood my ground for once and “waded in” instead of my usual cowardly retreat from the field of battle. The disapproval slid off like water from a duck’s back. For that, I award myself a gold star.
However, I failed to achieve my objective. Keeping a blind eye on my objective, I expressed myself in forceful manner which immediately elicited resistance. Now I am re-thinking what it means to be powerful. It could be a mistake to define power as “the greatest application of force.”
What if power results from focused imagining of the desired outcome before engaging in activity?
What if I actively imagine a desired outcome, then stand aside and allow the desired outcome to work itself out using resources of which I am unaware?
What would have happened if I had taken ten or fifteen minutes to actively imagine the desired outcome, before engaging myself in that event?
Had I not been so blindly determined to achieve my outcome would I have been smarter and taken a breath and taken time to assess the energy in the room and assess the other person’s state of mind?
Funny thing, the interaction that occurred was an exact reflection of myself.