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So many questions

Listening to Lyre Le Temps on a loop is a great way to connect. It’s wonderful swing music that at the right volume you can find a partner or a few and dance the night or day away. Reduce the volume just a little, put on a good set of headphones, write and be amazed at how the ideas flow and your fingers dance across the keyboard. You think I’m joking? Try it and find out for yourself.

That said, I’d better give you something that matters otherwise you might think I’m a fraud. Fact is, I’m a lot like you. We are beings of planet earth living in the twenty first century and it’s way past time we stood up and made a difference. You see there are amazing things going on in our world. Sadly though, there’s other stuff we may not approve of. But who are you or I to judge? How much attention are you paying to your own life? Is it right to judge? Are our judgments self-reflections? So many questions.

Well, I have a few too, but you’re not necessarily going to like them. Do you know somebody who judges? Guilty as charged, I’ve caught myself judging him too. My guess is that I have something he wants, and he has a little of something I want. How often do we catch ourselves envying somebody else because they own a flash car while you don’t? More time to party while we must work?

This stuff is rife through our societies and all the way to what we call the top. Presidents threatening leaders of other countries with nuclear weapons. “I’m bigger than you and I could blow you to pieces if I felt like it.” Ouch Mr President, what about the families who would do away with guns and arms in a heart-beat if it were up to them? Would you really obliterate innocent people who have a tough enough time feeding their families, never mind putting up with a regime they might not like?

Playground threats make none of us better than the next kid. We are all learning and growing in our own connected ways. Yes, connected, like it or not. It’s the way of things so there’s no point beating me up about it. Switch off your ego for five minutes, open your heart; you’ll see what I mean. But don’t forget to leave your baggage at the door. It’ll be there when you get back, I promise. You may find a new perspective on how to deal with things though.

No, I’m not talking about Zen meditation or a course that will cost next months food allowance. Ten minutes each day (twenty if you can spare the time from Social Media) spent in a relaxed state of perspective shifting meditation and no fees involved. Come on, give it a go. Somebody might thank you. Your Higher Self would applaud your efforts and celebrate.

There is plenty of meditational material around on The Internet, free guided meditations, instructions, relaxing music to accompany your own meditations. Give it a go; it makes a huge difference. If you can wait a few days until I get the technical elements sorted out, I will share one of my own daily meditations with you.

Send an email to authorstevecostello@gmail.com and I’ll send you the link as soon as it’s ready.

With Love, Peace and Light,

Steve

 

Drawers Full of Memories

“There’s an image of an old dresser on my mind.”

The older man walked along the footpath a few metres below a high mountain ridge. The younger man followed. They enjoyed companionable solitude, but the young man couldn’t shake the image and asked the wise man for his opinion.

“You are going through a period of great change in your life my young friend. Are things stored in the dresser that need throwing out?”

“My mind is full of memories.”

“Secrets?”

“No, I wouldn’t say that.”

“Yet your response was curt.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound abrupt. I’m not particularly proud of everything in my memory and some things are best not disturbed.”

“Why?”

“Embarrassing, not experiences I wish to share. Others are painful.”

“Yet you store them in the drawers of your dresser.”

Another great mountain came into view as they rounded a large erratic boulder. The young man stopped and leaned, short of breath. The older man looked at him, a slight smile, an obvious concern on his wind-worn face.

“Thinking about the clutter in your dresser is not going to help with anything except draw you back to past events. Why go there? What purpose might it serve?”

The young man still leaned against the boulder but had caught his breath.

“You may as well put your energy into moving the boulder as revisiting those memories.”

“Even if I could move this boulder, it serves no purpose.”

“Quite true my friend. Just as resurrecting those memories serves none. Let this wind in our faces take away your clutter. Leave the drawers open until it’s gone. Make space for new experiences.”

Having done that, they continued along their route with the younger man in the lead. His higher-self took hold of his imagination, expanding his thoughts. His step light, he seemed to float above the path.

“Now work those imaginations into reality but don’t forget to tidy away the clutter occasionally.”

The young man laughed and followed the thread of a great idea. When the path offered two routes, he knew precisely which to follow. He hadn’t allowed all the clutter to blow away, he knew of an audience who may appreciate and learn from his past.

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