A ruler must learn to persuade and not to compel… he must lay the best coffee hearth to attract the finest men… a good ruler has to learn his world’s language… it’s different for every world… the language of the rocks and growing things… the language you don’t hear just with your ears… the Mystery of Life… not a problem to solve, but a reality to experience…
Understanding must move with the flow of the process.
The average person is in the habit of saying, “The older I get;
I was recently inside a hospital that had gone wireless and it was a forest of microwave antennas! It is sad that the medical profession is in the process of becoming expert on microwave radiation sickness due to willfully inducing it into their own staff!
Don’t ever stop believing in your own personal transformation. It is still happening even on the days you may not realize it or feel like it.
In life we are always getting ready to live, but we are forgetting to live in the process.
I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, hoever, turns out to be not a state but a process.
Becoming the observer (step back) you begin to live in process, trusting where our source is taking you. You begin to detach from the outcome. That detachment allows you to stop fighting and allows things to just come to you; you no longer make things happen but allow them to show up. The fight is gone!
Plans are of little importance, but planning is essential.
I am enthusiastic over humanity’s extraordinary and sometimes very timely ingenuity. If you are in a shipwreck and all the boats are gone, a piano top buoyant enough to keep you afloat that comes along makes a fortuitous life preserver. But this is not to say that the best way to design a life preserver is in the form of a piano top. I think that we are clinging to a great many piano tops in accepting yesterday’s fortuitous contrivings as constituting the only means for solving a given problem.
Growing up, I slowly had this process of realizing that all the things around me that people had told me were just the natural way things were, the way things always would be, they weren’t natural at all. They were things that could be changed, and they were things that, more importantly, were wrong and should change, and once I realized that, there was really no going back.