Category: The Imagined Life

KICKING THE TIRES OF MARCH 6 2021

S R Janssen

Third Year is the Charm, That’s Definite

 Hot Damn, it’s the first week of March: meaning that I have missed fifty-one days of practicing imagination posting my experiences therewith (now there is pompous word.)

I’ve been toying with this idea for three years now, but never committed to serious practice of it. Nevertheless, my spasmodic attention led me to Neville Goddard.

Listening to his lectures (courtesy of You Tube), as well as reading his publications convinced me take the creative powers of imagination seriously. For the remainder of the year, I am committing myself to daily practice of imagination-putting my heart into it.

It certainly provides a focus for my life at a point where I need a passionate reason for being. The “Year of Covid-19” plunked me into a state of drifting. Not only did I not know what week it was, I didn’t know what I was doing here.

After all, I don’t have endless time and I desire a path to follow with dedication as it provides the core around which to build days filled with satisfaction, fun and all-around happiness.

Won’t it be fun to see how it goes.

Kicking the Tires of 2021 0101

S R Janssen

We act not from will, but from imagination

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.