| by Mark Husson
How many times do we say it's been a crazy week/month/year? Usually, when I'm hearing that I know people are referencing an astrological trend. Of course, letters like that tend to mount under a retrograde Mercury. This time Mercury was in Pisces and the the Victim Roar in all of us seemed activated.
I relate. I'm struggling with not being a victim in this cycle, too. "You have to stop putting yourself in that role" I'm told. And I know "they" are right, but it's hard to stop being angry at your circumstance when you know that based on the logical sequences of events, not only do you feel "right", the jury in your head thinks you're right, too! LOL!
Yes, I said a Jury. I do that a lot. I keep a panel of faceless people in my head who vote on my right to complain. Let me give you an example:
A public and well known "psychic" (I choke when I write that last word) is forging documents in an attempt to try to take some INTERNET real estate from me. That's all I can say -- for now.
She's lying, cheating, using everyone close to her to get what she wants while simultaneously posting notes about spiritual integrity (noting her own virtuous nature).
You get it. Sociopaths are everywhere, feeling entitled to get everything they want regardless of a single other soul. So, it's made me bitter - for a bit. I get angry, frustrated, enraged and yet in this industry, I feel a responsibility to represent consciousness - and I have to tell you - sometimes it's a lonely road - and that's how I had my breakthrough.
What's happening "to" me isn't the details of a story of unfairness - that happens to all of us. What is important is that I used it to add that event to my pile of statements like, "I'm so misunderstood". I took the "Stories" and made them fit into my deeper mantra, to confirm that I am - Alone - Overlooked - Abandoned.
But here's the catch (or the irony) - in truth, I don't want to belong to a group, I've never been a follower, I hate fitting in too closely and I don't like too much camaraderie. I can tell it's an unhealed part of me because it's what I keep creating and simultaneously denying that I do it.
I think what has to happen here is simply a recognition of a pattern by simply observing. No judgment, no disgust, just a simple eye watching my inner performances and reminding me that a pattern is in play!
Mercury will be direct on Sunday and I will be reciting a fundamental truth to myself - one that I have been saying for years - "If you want to know what a person really wants, look at what they have."
Here's to the observer- gently shedding light on our shadows.
Until next week,
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The bag of Chicken and Waffle potato chips sitting on my counter mocks me. It's been nagging at me all week, tearing at the fabric of my self-respect and sanity. Why on earth did I buy these wretched things?
I'm a student of human behavior, especially my own. I try to figure out why I do what I do and how I'm being manipulated.
I go to the grocery store almost every day. I enjoy it. It's fun to mingle with the human zoo and see what's new in the world. I've noticed lately that there's a new kind of marketing. Maybe it isn't new at all, but it certainly is to me. I call it, "in your face and in your way."
Products are positioned in such a manner that you have no choice but to walk around or squeeze by them in an aisle. In the grocery I frequent, as you walk in the front door, you're met with a Mount Everest of potato chips and snack foods. They scream, "buy me!" There's no sexy come hither look, no sweet seduction, just a blatant, megaphone demand that you purchase them.
It was in a massive display of snacks, positioned quite obtrusively in the dairy aisle, that I first saw the Chicken and Waffle flavored potato chips. I was instantly repulsed and felt my stomach lurch. There were chips flavored like hot dogs, ketchup and mustard chips, rib flavored chips, bacon flavored chips and others that seemed completely demented. Of all of these, however, the Chicken and Waffle Chips seemed the most repugnant. I vowed never to let one pass my lips.
About a week later, in the middle of one of the frozen food aisles, another monstrous display of potato chips rippled its muscles. A bag of Chicken and Waffle Chips had been ripped open, as if someone couldn't help themselves and, in a frenzy, frantically had to try them. I've come to realize that it's possible that the chips themselves clawed their way out of the bag and were seeking victims. I marveled at my own sanity, knowing I'd never eat such a thing.
As I stood in the checkout line that day, I heard a customer exclaiming how great the Chicken and Waffle Chips were. Maybe somewhere inside my psyche, it registered that I might be missing something spectacular. Could that be it? All I know is that whatever the reason, I couldn't stay the course.
Last week, I was in the chip aisle and there they were. I immediately felt a little nauseous, but when I saw that they were on sale, less than half price, my Taurus energy kicked in. Like an assembly-line robot, I extended my arm, picked up a bag of Chicken and Waffle Chips and dropped them into my cart.
My curiosity was rabid.
Once I got home, I tossed the other groceries on the counter and tore open the bag. Immediately an aroma hit me that reminded me of raw chicken doused in maple syrup. I felt queasy, but I'd made up my mind and I'm nothing if not stubborn.
I put a Chicken and Waffle potato chip into my mouth and chewed it. Much to my surprise, it was worse than anything I could have imagined. Ever the empiricist, however, I thought perhaps it was an acquired taste, so I began eating the chips and, after a bit, realized that they weren't as bad after the first 30 seconds or so.
I put them aside and, in the interest of science, came back a bit later to see if I could eat more. I put one of the chips in my mouth and my stomach churned. That was it. I couldn't do it. I was officially disgusted.
We humans are an incredibly curious species. Our minds constantly seek stimulation and we can't stand questions that go unanswered like, "what would Chicken and Waffle Chips taste like?" This is being used against us.
We also don't like being left out. It just so happens that these chips are part of a contest to see which of the three "finalist flavors," will be the least repugnant to the populace. We're urged to vote for our favorite, which implies we should buy all three flavors.
Oh boy! We get to vote!
It's the playing on our natural curiosity that upsets me about this marketing. For example, last year, a fast food chain created a taco that gave me heartburn while watching the commercial. It's so outlandish that I'm sure most who tried it did so out of sheer curiosity, although it supposedly tastes good. I heard recently that the company sold over one million of these tacos every day. (Yes, 1,000,000 per day.)
My point is that manipulation is bad, no matter what form it takes.
While I was writing this, my son came by and I gave him the chips. I told him how horrible they are and his curiosity was piqued. He made faces of disgust at the smell, ate some, gagged and ate a few more. He said it reminded him of what it must be like to lick an armpit. Then, he had a few more. What can I say? The apple didn't fall far from the tree.
Until next week, I wish you mental clarity and a happy stomach.
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| by Kristi Brower|
I am taking this week off from writing because my sweet Dad went to Heaven on Friday. I would like to share this article with you again. It is as true now as it was when I originally wrote it.
I have been thinking a lot about happiness lately. I live with 5 cats, who are tremendous examples of happiness. As I write this my kitty, Sandy, is asleep on my lap with the most content smile on her face. One thing I have learned from watching cat happiness is that happiness comes from being, not doing. My cats do very little throughout the day, but seem to be the most content and peaceful beings I know. It is a funny myth most of us grew up with that happiness comes from hard work and perseverance. I'm pretty sure that happiness actually comes from just being ourselves, and not getting too hung up on what we have or have not accomplished.
Sandy had a rough start to life. I found her outside a gas station when she was about 8 weeks old. She was dirty and skinny and sick. It took six months to get her little body functioning normally so she could start growing. That was 2 years ago and now she is a happy, healthy cat. The interesting thing is that she seems unaffected by her past. She is happy and carefree and obviously feels safe and loved. The fact that her kitty mind can't relive her past and fret about her future is a huge contributor to her happiness. She lives in the moment, and everything is great in this moment. This is where we humans get hung up.
Over the past several years I have worked to cultivate a "All is well in the here and now" attitude. It is a challenge not to lament the past and worry about the future. When I catch myself thinking about somewhere other than here and now I remind myself to stop and look around. Is everything OK in this moment? If so, then I remind myself that I am OK, and right now is all I have control over. If everything is not OK in that very moment then I have the opportunity to make a change, right then when I actually have some control. I am not saying that this is easy or that I don't get stuck in cycles of over thinking the past and future. This definitely happens, but I can usually bring myself back to a sense of peace by returning to the moment.
My Dad is dying of Prostate Cancer. He has been on Hospice for 8 months and his condition deteriorates a little more each day. I see him every other day and do my best to spend quality time talking and laughing with him. This has been a real challenge to my "live in the moment" philosophy. I know what is coming and that makes it hard not to worry about the future. I know I can't change it or control it, but my ego has a strong desire to predict what is coming and worry about things I can't possibly do anything about. I continue to work at bringing myself back to the now when worries about my Dad surface.
Somedays I handle it great, I feel happy and see my life going in a positive direction. Other days are much harder. I think that what I am doing is practicing happiness, kind of like practicing the Clarinet or practicing meditation. Each day presents a new challenge to be here now. I know that true happiness is fluid, and that real emotions still occur. It is the ability to return to a happy state after a troubling experience or emotion that indicates that we truly are happy on the inside.
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| by Carolyn Ferris|
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