Category: Imagination

KICKING THE TIRES OF THURSDAY NOVEMBER 1

S R Janssen
Graphic Illustrating Step One of Using Imagination
Using Imagination: Step One

Feeling bad about missing several days. That disturbs me because I use each page as the compass for navigating a route to satisfaction in my day. Through writing I combine setting an intention for the day with building positive mental setpoint. Today, I must clean up the feelings that G’s issues with her eyes are interfering with my life. Instead of believing that I my desires and goals are taking a back seat, I choose to believe that my focus, my organizational skills, and my capacity for allowing the Universe to work things out has expended.

When push comes to shove I can’t successfully breathe for myself five minutes. My only real control extends to the amount of energy I allow to flow, along with my level of receptivity. My ability to recognize resistance daily becomes sharper and sharper, and I am daily becoming more skilled at shifting the resistance. As I am typing in this moment, I recognize the overwhelming sleepiness is nothing more than habitual resistance.

KICKING THE TIRES OF TUESDAY OCTOBER 23

S R Janssen
graphic of a Halloween ghost
fun with photoshop

I really hate the medical profession; at least in its current model where the physicians have demoted themselves to pharmaceutical pimps and prostitutes. In my heart, I know that G’s physician is wrong to prescribe that dreadful medication without first trying massive doses of vitamin B. Physicians have screwed her over with her gall bladder; yet again with her knee replacements. Still, she continues to put unquestioning trust in them. 

Vexed as I am feeling now, there is no value in remonstrating with her in my current state; it would just create resistance and add to her health concerns. Soothing and support is what is needed, not criticisms.

After all, I know from experience nothing works unless I am experiencing lightness of being, and feeling happy and feeling turned on, tuned in and tapped in. After all, I have no idea of what it is like to walk in G’s shoes. She has soldiered on through events in her life that would have sunk my boat. She lives with courage, What do I think I am doing dumping my self-righteousness on her parade?

My primary purpose is being as happy as possible. Unhappiness and disagreeableness does nothing for my well-being and nothing for her well being. 

The best thing for both of us is that I stay as light as possible and hold the vision of her health and well-being.  One cannot experience worry and general affection at the same time.