Attraction

I read the following today on a blog that I subscribe to. It's a blog that provides daily messages of thoughtful purpose and inspiration. But, today's left me muddled. Here's an extract:

" We sometimes look outside ourselves for what’s wrong with the world, but the outside world is really just a mirror reflecting us back to ourselves. When we encounter negativity—anger, depression, fear—we empower ourselves by looking for its roots inside of ourselves. For example, if you have a friend who is unreliable, observe yourself and notice if there are ways in which you are unreliable. You may be surprised to discover that you have your own struggles with this issue in ways you weren’t able to see. Once you own the issue for yourself, you can begin to work for change within yourself. This will also enable you to have more compassion for your friend. At the very least, as you strive to become more reliable, you will become more of the person you want to be. In the best-case scenario, you will be an inspiration to others."

I find this line of thought unfortunate and surprising. Searching for and bringing up again one's past failings only sets in motion the attraction of more of those failings. When remembering past greed or intolerance that we may have had, we also experience the emotions that went with those acts. All emotions, in conjunction with the thought of the acts that produced that emotion, will, through the Law of Attraction, cause the Universe to fulfill our desire to relive that emotion with a brand new experience, be it good or bad. At this very moment each of us is perfect Source Energy. What has happened before certainly contributes to where we are now but we have a choice to either dwell on the Joy, the Beauty and the Miraculous of our past and be grateful for those things and attract more of the same into our lives, or to drag up the useless baggage of our past failings and attract that back into our lives. Such emotions need to be released back into the Universe and be allowed to leave us for they offer no good end. Each of us has the power to control only our own lives and nothing we think or feel will matter in the least toward changing another person's behavior. By willfully creating Joy and Beauty and personal Happiness for ourselves, we inspire others to create their own Happiness & Perfection for themselves.

First Post

My friend Lars of Portland, Oregon has taken the immense leap to start his own Blog and I was so impressed with that and what he's done that I, too, am going to begin one. I do a great amount of writing anyway and this is one way that I can keep a journal for myself and whatever other poor soul to read.

During my late teens and into my twenties I kept a journal which ended up being nearly 800 pages. It contains, among other things, the predictable rants of an angst-driven, hormonally-charged young male, some pretty sappy and some pretty good poetry, a great deal of fist shaking at God re-inventing nearly everything already chewed over during the Reformation - (no matter: I wasn't around then to give my two pfennigs worth) - and some pretty competitive recipes and stories about Sourdough bread.

Today finds me a different sort of man then I was thirty some-odd years ago. Certainly calmer and released of that angst that so fueled my post-adolescent Belly of Fire. The parents are no longer to blame for all the ills that have unceremoniously decorated my life - I joyously claim full responsibility for every last one of them - One doesn't get to where one is at present without both the wheat AND the chaff. Some of us had, p'raps, a tad more chaff than was wanted but look at what a lovely Hot Crossed Buns we've become!

During this third half of my life, I find I'm a happier, more resolved person. While hardly self-actualized, at this point I'm finding greater grounding in my acceptance of who I am and what I have become. My Saxonisch is getting better day by day, my Kriya studies deepen and the roar of the Universe becomes more exquisite each day. I've gained a calm confidence that here-to-fore hadn't existed; well, p'raps it was there as a kernel, a seed, if you will . . . but remained sadly unwatered until a couple of years ago. It's a testament to spiritual horticulture that these seeds planted within us are quite content, much as a desert succulent, to be patient enough to wait for the moment, that precise moment, when it's gardener decides to pay attention to his own garden and cultivate what already awaits within his fertile soil.