Category: Writing Habits

Kicking the Tires of Thursday, February 8

S R Janssen

Happiness is the Important Thing

The important thing is feeling happy.  The important thing is clarity. The important thing is focusing on what I want, not on what I don’t want.  The important thing is shifting my vibrational set point. As I write, I feel a shift in my confidence. I feel connected. I feel fulfilled. Life feels fun and worthwhile although I am not doing anything special.  I feel differences between states, and practice shifting to a state that feels better.

Attending the San Rafael Workshop

Why do I want to go to the San Rafael workshop? Because it would be fun to participate in person again in a room filled with people out to enjoy several hours of participation.  It would be a lot more fun than it ever was before because I am so much in a receptive state.  I would love participating in the workshop because it would just be something I love doing out of who I am.  It would just be fun to be in the hot seat just for the fun of the experience. Another thing that I would really love to do is subscribe again to the workshop master tapes.  I really love those so much. I love loving things.  I love feeling engaged and excited about things.

In this minute, I can say that I really love my life, I love being here typing and I love feeling expectation of exciting and wonderful things to come as well. I really love this experience of wanting things just for the fun and eagerness of wanting things.

Imagination Exercise

Pure and unadulterated desire focuses a flow of energy.  What would be even more fun is to go to the seminar and pay for ten more people to attend. Imagine living from impulse without a care in the world.  I laugh when I think how I planned in logical sequence and ruined my life. Well of course I mean ruined in a fun way. I am in the groove and having a wonderful time this morning.  Madness not to align myself for the day.  Think of managing the way I feel and my focused intention to create fun and lovely things and let the Universal Manager move mountains and molehills. Try it for an hour-or two-or forever.

Imagine playing violin in the world’s most dynamic and thrilled orchestra.  Imagine being surrounded by musicians lost in glory of creating music soaring to the skies.  Imagine playing outdoors in an open field by a bubbling brook.  Imagine playing to the galaxies.  Imagine dancing in tune to unheard of music of the spinning and expanding galaxies.

Kicking the Tires of Sunday January 7

S R Janssen

Inspired Writing

Yesterday, I wrote, then posted the following:

This week two strangers received joyous news.  A match was found for a new kidney. Their struggle to live under the shadow of renal failure is over.  The donor was my cousin Penny, who passed from this life January 4th when her life support was disconnected.  One door closing opened two others. Life passes to life. Like water, life takes many forms and shapes that are beyond our ability to see. Penny lives in our memory, and in the lives of others as well.

I didn’t have the slightest emotional tie to my cousin, who I only saw when she was three years old, yet I cried when I wrote it because it was inspired by Source.

Alignment

As part of my new daily routine, I spent some time aligning myself with well-being.  From that I was inspired to that tribute to my cousin.  What was important was the insight that I gained.  Life passes to life.  It takes myriads of shapes and forms but life is eternal, and there need be no sorrow, nor sense of loss.  When I read or write something that comes out of source, I cry. Abraham says that crying is an indication of residual resistance. So I accept it simply as a signal.

Feeling Good about Socks

Writing about alignment, remembering moments of alignment, remembering feelings of alignment all assist me with realigning with the vortex.  Do you know what I feel really good about?  Do you know what really makes me happy are my new socks.  When I read about them, I felt that they would be good socks, and my instinct was right.  They are perfect socks; the right thickness, the right height, the right coziness, the right colors.  Life is good because I own perfect socks and was able to throw away the abominable socks. Nuclear war threatens, but I am happy because I own perfect socks