Toward a World that Works for Everyone
I just had a friend write me and say how do you remain so positive? It’s a good question. I have a great deal of lower-back pain that makes movement difficult. I’m not doing so well myself. Consequently, I’m not sure what I can tell you! But let me explore it with you. [Flash of […]
I am at the moment processing a really persistent and deeply-rooted vasana (or core issue), which I’ve never even noticed till now because of its construction. (2) It’s a two-handed conversation, rather than a simple single voice. I’m going to call it a “nexus.” (3) One side of the conversation is hatred of the father. […]
For the first time in memory, I got angry this evening and, instead of hurling allegations at another, who after all “made me mad,” instead of festering with it, instead of revenging myself on the other person, I opened to the experience of it. It turned out to be a feeling just like any other. […]
Download here: On the Divine Qualities at https://goldenageofgaia.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/07/On-the-Divine-Qualities-2.pdf. If we anchor our identity to how we look, the first signs of cellulite, saggy muscles, or white hairs can be a crisis. If at 75 one is still anchoring to one’s looks, one can cut a pretty pathetic figure. In between the two, our lives pass. […]
I’m relaxing today and would like to repost an article from Dec. 2017. The need to feel special is such a persistent character. The need is to feel that my input is crucial in all our wins, gains, and victories and has nothing whatsoever to do with our failures, losses, and defeats. I wrestle with […]
I’m going about the serious business of making literature prior to the Reval putting an end to that activity from me (I’ll be too busy). Moreover the Reval will call for quite another persona. The job(s) I’ll be doing will be way different than this, although Michael wants me to keep writing. (1) And they […]
I’m watching the way I behave at the moment. I felt a touch of despondency, I believe related to the feeling in the morning of beginning the ball game again. Put on my uniform, step up to the plate…. The interesting thing was that I watched myself begin to respond to life from that despondency. […]
