On the true path of Self

be_yourselfOne of the things that I have always asked my students and clients to do is to journal each day. I share that by doing this you will begin to see how your free thoughts show you how you randomly think about the world and people around you. This is very important when you need to start finding where your learned behaviors are sabotaging your everyday life and the creations that your heart is feeling.

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Why Share Thoughts and Feelings?

writingindiaryWell last evening while class was in session we spent a lot of time talking about how successful you feel when you begin to truly share your thoughts and feelings. Some of the students shared their experiences and choices they made when they thought that their need was not going to manifest for them and how when that happened they shut down.

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How do we begin to use our choices in the moment they are needed.

When I talk about choices, I am talking about learning to take charge of your life. To learn that when you make a choice in a conscious way in the moment that you are standing in, your results will be better. You have all the tools and information right at your fingertips to know that it is the right thing for you .

It is really just setting yourself up if you try and predetermine how you are going to respond to any situation that you might encounter. Continue reading

Opinions

OPINIONS… We can have them, are we to share them?

It has come to me through my studies, that even when asked, it is not wise to share our opinions. They are really not wanted. Opinions, I have found, are just for ourselves. Opinions just show us where our beliefs are.

Beliefs are just the stories that we write and play in here on this earth. Philosophic minds through the ages have always proclaimed that this is a theatre upon which we are the playwrights; That the whole world is a stage on which we stand. So we must look at our stage, the character at which we play. Our opinions show us that very thing.

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