It’s hard to let go.
It’s hard to trust.
It’s hard to see how I’m my own worst enemy at times.
That’s why, with people I do trust and respect,
I choose to open myself up,
To talk about what matters,
To talk about what makes me stop,
To share what I’m scared of….
You see, that’s the only way I ever get to get past,
My mundane best, my normal, my banal…
Which is also why I crave the life of being:
Master of my own destiny,
True to my own self,
True to my own word.
For those make up the key that open the door to
My excellence, my extraordinary and my breakthroughs.
Sure, I like comfort too, but I believe
Comfort is highly over-rated,
You see, selling out for comfort, is like
Forgoing adventure, learning and excitement,
Renouncing thinking and acting out of the box,
Condemning yourself to a life of “if only’s”, “one day someday’s” and “when my ship comes in’s”
Praying to win the lottery, or anything that breaks you out of the jail of comfort,
The goal you put yourself in, the day you sold out on your goals,
For the pittance of comfort.
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Not many people know this about me,
There was a time when I took two years out of my life,
To reflect, to meditate, to pray…
I took vows of celibacy, vegetarianism and regular meditation,
Communing with God, facing my demons, disciplining my desires…
And there was one day, when I was sitting in meditation, me, a cocky young yogi, about to fall over his pride…
Proud of his renounciation, proud of his discipline, proud of his new ways…
Confident in my new skills, I cried out to the Devil –
“I hear you put a price on people’s souls, so that they sell themselves to you”
“What price” I yelled out internally, “Would you have on my Soul?”
“How much would you give me for my Soul?”
The answer came back faster than I expected.
The answer was delivered in a voice so cold, so brutal, so totally evil,
The answer was my worst nightmare:
“Why should I pay for something that is already mine?”
That motivated me…from that moment on,
To cling closer to my discipline, to hide behind God’s commands,
to work harder, try harder and meditate longer…
It scared me silly.
Years later, I shared this story with a Christian man,
He laughed and said: “The Devil always says things like that”
“You know what I’d say;” he said,
“I know that’s not true old Devil, because I’ve given my heart to
Lord Jesus…and he’s the greatest of them all. You are a liar Devil,
Out of my way! Begone! Get thee behind me!”
I was impressed. I’ve never forgot what he said.
…because I’d bought the lie.
I thought the Devil was telling me the truth
…and in buying that lie,
I’d sold out on all I’d learned
..all my hard work…and everything I believed to be good and true.
So whatever your devil…or your circumstances are telling you,
It’s never really true,
You see, your vision and values are fueled by who you really are,
They come from your sparkling star within,
They are what’s really true,
Not what that devils saying as he laughs and lounges
…on the wreckage of your fallen self,
…on the crime scene of your broken word,
…on the ashes of your charred dreams…
The Phoenix shows us how to work with that,
As it rises anew from it’s ashes,
Freshy recreated, renewed and refreshed,
Stronger, shameless and better than ever,
It’s powerful wings beat the air, lifting it once more
toward it’s journey to heaven.
…and then you start to hear a song of strange beauty, a song sung by the Masters:
“You gotta believe that what’s created you,
Has equipped you with what it takes,
To achieve what your values and your vision dictates.
You gotta believe, when you hit the canvas,
When off you fall from your bike,
When your horse bucks you down to the ground,
…your only job is to get back up again.
Get back in your saddle, you’re back in your saddle again!”
You see, the only difference between
the Master…and the novice,
…is the time it takes to get back up in the saddle again.
Do you keep falling out of your saddle?
Maybe you need to talk to a coach.
It’s a subject they used to teach at school a long time ago.
Now, it’s almost a secret skill that’s only taught at Eaton, where 16 prime ministers have come from.
It’s been taken from the masses and taken to the elite, the privileged and the few, so they can exert their influence over the many.
Here’s a great video to introduce you to the ancient art of Rhetoric:
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What’s your score at the end of your week?
Are you on track to achieving your goals…or are you behind the eight ball? Write it down.
Are you winning?
In fact, write down a list of all of your wins this week.
What have been your challenges?
Write down a list of all of your challenges you experienced this week.
What have been your brilliant solutions?
Next to your challenges, write out how you found your way through your challenges.
What unfinished business needs to be taken over to your diary next week?
Write them in your to-do list for next week.
What have you learnt this week?
List all of your learnings in your journal.
…then, let go of your week in your mind..and engage in your week-end rejuvenation!
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Have a fantastic weekend!
Your heart deserves a medal,
Not just because it knows what’s
Right from wrong,
Because you are willing to try…
There’s a story about the Samurai novices,
Who desire to walk the path of the Master warrior,
It centers around a gigantic Samuari sword,
Laid upon it’s side, the job of the novices,
…is to walk the samurai sword.
They climb up on the platform beside
…the mighty Samurai sword on it’s side,
They look down ahead and see,
The Masters walking deliberately…calmly
…and purposely upon the Samurai sword.
With their hearts in their hands, they set off,
Careful step after step…usually after the second
…or third, step, they lose their balance and fall…
Saying “Oh why did I even try? I’m no good!” as
The more experienced novices urged them to get back up again…
They try again, once again, to lose their balance on the
Second or third step again, falling down to say to themselves
…all manner of self hate, self flagellation, self criticism…
…you know what I mean.
Then, dejected, demoralised, discouraged, they’d wait a couple of days
Before they’d try again…the same result would occur,
The second or third step…and again they’d lose their balance and nerve,
Falling to the ground, swearing at them selves, the pitch, tone
and severity of their language increasing each time they fell off.
They’d try again in a week…the same.
They’d give up for a month, then get up the nerve to try again,
The same would happen.
Sometimes the gap spead out to a year…and then, the same.
But, if they only looked closer at the Masters, up ahead…
Walking step by step, steady determined and focus,
Something to see. Impressive.
…they would notice, every second or third step,
The Masters too would fall…
…the only difference being,
They’d get back up on the sword so fast,
No-one ever noticed.
That’s the difference you know, that’s the path
You follow, when you free yourself from addiction,
It’s a process of continual failure…a process of facing…
Your broken, imperfect self,
Your weak, addicted, hopeless self…
The Catholics have four Patron Saints of ….”Hopeless, Impossible and Desperate Cases”.
Their name are Saint Jude, Saint Rita, Saint Gregory and Saint Philomina, and their gig, I think,
…is the most compassionate and loving one of all.
You see, a lack of self-compassion is what gets you hooked,
what gets you started…
To whatever in the first place – it’s the beginning and end of
a circular lesson, where you have to see the mountain as
not the mountain, before you can see the mountain, clearly as
Your decision to try again…is an act of compassion
to yourself, it’s you backing yourself, it’s you believing you deserve
better than what you’ve been allowing,
That you have the will power and the strength to
get back to who you are again…and the irony is:
You have to give yourself the compassion you were
too stingy to give yourself at the beginning of the circle,
So the compassion you give, is the compassion you need, that
you stop giving the moment you retrieve who you are again…
over and over again.
It’s the lesson of compassion – the gift you had to give yourself
All the time on the rocky road you’ve been travelling upon.
A woman was walking along the beach, picking up pippies stranded on the shore,
Doomed to be eaten, by winged, walking and scuttling beasts of prey,
There were thousands…and yet she still kept picking them up and throwing them out past the waves,
Another woman walked up and said:
“Why are you doing this? There’s thousands of them – You can’t make a difference!”
The woman smiled and paused to throw another one back in.
“I just made a difference to that one!”
We all aim for perfection,
…a state that doesn’t even exist…except in our minds.
We don’t have the patience…or compassion…
For the realities of the slow, step by step nature of reality.
You can’t become an expert overnight…it takes years of patient development
Yet, this is what we expect.
This is what we demand.
This is what we crave…even though we know it’s a lie.
In our secret lives, we dream of success at every step,
When in reality, we experience failure after failure before we strike success…
It’s our inconvenient truth…that we ignore by pretending
Saints and Masters are above it all, that everything they do is
We use our Saints and Masters as our excuse for not even trying,
…that’s just how it is.
So what’s that got to do with you?
How is that going to help you
get…what you really, really want in your life?
How is that going to get you started,
…on your own Samurai sword?
…on your own path of mastery?
…on your own pathway to freedom?
You tell me.
Are you willing to try again, even if you know you will fail?
Are you willing to fight a fight you will never win?
Are you willing to accept that this is what its come to…
That there is no cure…there’s no way out…except love…
Loving you. Loving you when you stand, loving you…when you fall…
It’s the self compassion – you never thought it was right for you to give,
The unconditional love, you generously give your children, but you withhold from yourself.
The patience, the understanding, the reverence, you give them freely,
But refuse to open the floodgates to you…
You have more than enough – there’s plenty to go around,
It’s just the way you are wired, your addiction is the only way you could find to cope…
Your safe cradle has turned into a noose, you feel it tightening round your neck…
So, it’s over to you…
You are the only one who needs to learn,
The lessons of love, the lessons from facing what you fleed from,
Into the arms of your addiction,
Into the arms of numbness, denial and comfort…and comfort is highly overated.
So here’s the plan:
You set yourself up to win…no cold turkey this time …
…that just makes it easy to give up for longer,
…harder to believe you have any strength,
When you wrestle your Beast, with one arm tied behind your back,
…blindfolded and standing on an unsteady plank…
No, that’s not the way to do it.
First you get some help , erect some structures around you,
…get some scaffolding and stuctures in place…
…build up your strength, give yourself a chance for success,
Then…when you are ready, you meet your paper tigers face to face…
Your body strong and your spirit high, you take it on,
Walking your own Samurai sword, walking your own beach,
…throwing the pipis back in, building your self compassion,
…like a new spinal chord, like a new part of you, that will endure,
When you reach your goal, that will interrupt your circular lesson,
So you cease to expect Perfection and you simply enjoy what comes,
So you love yourself like you’ve never loved before – unconditional love,
…the stuff that makes our universe roar and expand, the part that brings you…
…fellowship with your world.
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