The Law of Attraction Made Reeaaaaaal Simple

Make yourself feel happy. Do it right now. Whatever is bothering you right now either do something to fix it or find a way to allow yourself to feel OK about it for the next five to ten minutes. Tell yourself "I deserve this." Declare to the world that you deserve it, in your head if that's what feels right to you, or aloud. Just let yourself feel OK about saying- "I deserve five minutes of peace. Hell, I need it. We need to be at least relatively happy to function. Enjoy some happiness with people you love, share love, make the feeling strong.

Now: This is what we call a frequency. It is an emotion, yes, but there are different names for the same thing. You can also call them frequencies. Some people call them vibrations. These are all correct. Your body literally feels lighter, when you feel love your chest literally expands with warmth. You can feel this. And that is a sensation, no?

 Do this as often as is convenient for you. Once a day, once a week, twice a day, as often as you can manage.

That's it. 

Eventually you'll be able to do it more often as you make it a habit, and eventually you'll start catching yourself in the midst of it all, and be able to turn your entire day around.

The end.

This is why you were taught to 'Mind Your Manners'

http://www.misophonia-uk.org/faqs.html

What is misophonia?Misophonia literally means "extreme dislike" or "hatred" (miso-) of "sound" (-phonia). The term was coined by US audiologists Pawel and Margaret Jastreboff in 1991. The vast majority of people joining self-help groups who have an extreme reaction to everyday sounds report an intriguingly similar set of symptoms. These may vary from one person to another but generally speaking:

* the age of onset will often be around 10-12
* the "trigger" sounds which tend to be most difficult are connected with eating and breathing
* the reaction starts with the sound (or some aspect of the sound) and often develops to include actions associated with the sound and even anticipation of those actions
* the closer the sufferer is emotionally to the "trigger" person, the more offensive the sound tends to be
* the reaction is experienced most commonly as extreme rage
* the trigger sound can create an overwhelming fight or flight response in the sufferer, so they experience a desire to do extreme violence to the maker of the sound, or to escape the vicinity of the sound at all costs. 


These people exist.


I am one of them.


Chew with your mouth closed or I'll kill you in your sleep.

:)

Children of the 21st Century-ish

You've heard the story; it has been recited in the halls of schools all across America: "My child has a learning disorder." Parents fret and worry, become overwhelmed by the emotional intensity of raising such a creature, teachers are equally exasperated. Does this sound familiar to you? "You're so intelligent! If only you could do your work/behave/adhere to our system." Etcetera.

Do you know the things you tell a child shape who they become? It should be so obvious, and yet we still fail in our duties as guides and elders.

I harbor some anger when I think back on how I was treated, now, when in retrospect I know who and what I was. This, however, is a dangerous stance to take. Feel your emotions, let yourself feel the anger, the injustice, the new-found pride, but do not let it out onto others. Once you have come to this point of awareness, you are capable of resolving internal dramas in less destructive ways.

Do you think these people failed us? Those teachers who made you feel like a failure yourself? The babysitters who couldn't 'handle' you and made that seem as if it were your fault? The parents who you remember as being more often angry than loving?

Let me ask you something else- do you think it was they who were our guides? Or we who were theirs? Or, perhaps, both.

We are the Rainbow Warriors which Native Americans predicted in their stories, we are light beings of a different hue; once unseen in this world, now becoming dominant. It is evolution, it is a revolution, and we all want to change the world.

Beliefs and Validation

This is as helpful to me right now as it might be to any of you. Lately I've been having trouble with a certain topic, as mentioned in the title: Beliefs and validation. For advanced 'Law of Attraction' or as I prefer, 'Story Writing' techniques this is what I have found to be a pretty useful guideline.



Step One:
Stop Invalidating
Step Two:
Write your story
Step Three:
Adjust the beliefs by

A. Discovering the ones that aren't in alignment and
B. Stop validating them.
It may help to C. Find new beliefs to uphold the new structure then implement them by D. Validating them.


The validation part is extremely important to me as  I have a tendency to go too far down the rabbit hole and question the validity of everything. This works wonderfully in my disassembling of belief structures, but becomes troublesome when putting the new ones into place, as I have a tendency to invalidate those once I've slipped into my 'EVERYTHING is subjective' mode.

This will have to be short today, but I may update it later. By the way, I intend to post a blog of sorts every Tuesday and Thursday from now on as I have access to the interwebz in full on these days.

Namaste

It's a Brand New Morning in the Sea of Infinity

And I feel aware.
I feel uncertain.
I feel doubtful.
I feel stressed.

I feel like something's out to get me.

I wonder where the fuck these feelings are coming from.
I wonder what their purpose is.
I realize these feelings are totally baseless.
I let them swim away.
I let other fish eat them.

Because it's a brand new morning in the Sea of Infinity.

Soon: Internet at home.

I'm Back with a Vengeance

It is 4 AM. Tomorrow I have to write two heart-felt explanatory letters to my future in-laws, close my play, move back into my apartment, have an F-ing awesome time at our cast party into the wee hours of the morning, somehow arrange for some of my fellow actors to crash at my place afterward, wake up to go and strike the sets and find a substantial source of income sometime before the end of the month.

Toss in a few other responsibilities I'm sure I've forgotten.

Yet here I am, writing a blog.

Allie Brosh has inspired me, and I've resolved to get back to this, and truly work at it. The difference, I learned, is that she can spend up to 16 hours or more on a single blog, while I tried to post one in an hour or less.

I think I have a talent, as I wrote this almost verbatim in my head before coming on to type it out.

Yes, even that part. ^

And that part. ^

So I have the talent, I admire Allie so much because she reminds me of a successful version of myself. (Though she might not consider it success.) The one difference, she has dedication. Even if she did invent the procrastinators award.

So I WILL be updating this thing regularly from now on. Spending at least a few hours or more on any REAL post, barring the occasional 'postella' Postella is to post as novella is to novel. Inventing words: The breakfast of champions.

So in other words: "Will do tricks for attention and admiration".

Hell, I'll even throw in PICTURES! Though I can't say I have much of a talent with any sort of drawing implements, cameras, or even MS Paint. But I will try dammit.

I went to google 'chimpanzee' and the first suggestion was 'chimpanzee riding a segway' I couldn't say no.

P.S. I'm sorry. I have no idea how to make the picture smaller than that. Please don't hate me.

P.P.S I do not own that image. I have no idea who does.

Untitled Story to Be

Gone.

You're gone.

I think you were a dream.

But then I find the pictures, and your jacket...

and I know that you are gone.

And I am here.

What happened?

I don't remember.

The days pass; I'm not sure how my rent gets paid, I must have one, I must have bills.

I dwell on this for a moment only, as I fear I shouldn't know the answer.

Sometimes I think I see you, and each time I smile, but you are cold and unresponsive.

Where is your heartbeat? I remember your heartbeat; it used to sing me to sleep.

"This isn't you." I whisper.

I scold you for not being you.

And then you're gone.

Gone.

But they're not.

They revel in your absence.