Meet Soul, Karma & Ego

The child within each of us, grown-ups, is attracted to pretty and sweet-smelling *things*.

Thus, why would I want laundry detergents that are grey, the natural color, I presume, of untreated liquids?

I want them blue and green and orange or pearl. I want my powders to be pretty in white dusted with blue or in blue speckled with white.

Scientists know how to spoil me and make me smile when I pour that liquid that’s pretty enough to eat and smells as fragrant as a meadow in springtime.

If I want my whites whitened to hide the wear and tear of usage, it’s because I love my whites. I also want the very tiniest microscopic speck of dirt to be blasted out of the fibers where it likes to lurk with minimum tumbler action. Rubbing is out of the question and I how I love my pre-wash sprays!

Scientists know. They know how to make me happy. Like attentive parents, they give me what makes me smile.

They spare me unnecessary driving and even better, unnecessary walking by making sure every product I buy has a long shelf life.
They keep my oranges orange, my lemons yellow and my broccoli green-green.
They know how important it is to the education of my children to show them fruit and vegetables that have true colors and that look good enough to eat.
Away with horrid poke-marked skins!
Ah, if only I could share my Parabens-enriched facial cream with all these poor locally-grown fruit!

Truly, scientists are my best friends. They help me daily.

They know I don’t cope well with a running nose, coughs and sore throats and they know I much prefer lovely, colored pills and smooth capsules to porous ones that stick to the throat.
Being sick is sad enough, but how much sadder would it be if we had to ingest grey cough syrup!
Just looking at that happy green or burgundy syrup gives me a lift.

And scientists are so thoughtful that whether I drink milk or wine, in my chips or in my buns,they will always keep up my maximum level of chemical add-itives.

Awh, and look at the flower-boosters and growth boosters my dear friends, the scientists, have added to my potting mix.
They know how important *fast, easy & pretty* is to me, even when it comes to my plants.
And, of course, how would I manage without my scientists when it comes to killing nasty-nasty weed and reaching their roots system deeper and deeper into the ground. And no good having such lovely sprays washed off by the first rain.

Scientists have been very good to me for a very long time.
They do truly try their best to make me happy, but when it comes to living a long and pain-free life in spite of the mesh of the chemicals they weave around all what I ingest, drink and breathe, they have a problem.

Ah, never fear. My scientist friends have – of course – the right solution for me: aggressive chemical therapies.

Oh, aren’t scientists just the best?
They are, but-but, should they, for some unforseen reason, stop making me the focus of their life, I do, I do pray they will leave me with a life-long supply of sodium ibuprofen dihydrate because that chemical is one that I truly, truly value … the most.
Honest

Is being anxious about a loved one’s love … love?
Is being worried about that loved one … love?
Is being co-dependent on that loved one … love?
Is tirelessly ‘training’ that loved one for their own good … love?
Is being afraid to think of life without that loved one … love?
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If you have ticked NO against a couple of these options, then … what would YOU say is love for a loved one, like a partner or a child?

serious question: physical stats & material status aside, how spiritually correct is it to say, ‘I am everything I wanted to be’?

Perusing the menu, I was, comfortably seated at a lovely sidewalk café when my eyes settled on an item flagged as NEW: lettuce, tomato, red onion rings, caramelized onions, melted cheese and brush chutney – all the trappings of a yummy … lamb burger.
Oh what the heck, I thought, I can enjoy this as long as I don’t think of the lamb in the freight truck and its dead-end journey to the abattoir.
Why not order this burger? I can always pretend that it’s made out of synthetic lamb’s meat.
Though I have stopped eating big juicy steaks a few years ago, I still eat meat. Thing is: the content of David Gary Yourofsky’s lectures is making this practice less and less defendable on many levels.

the moment under our feet is always the right time to change, improve, practice, start again, start better to feel differently, feel better, react better from the inside/out – no matter what it’s about.

all that’s lacking is the self-discipline needed to make ourselves change, improve, practice, start again, start better to feel differently, feel better, react better from the inside/out

Evolving means letting soul take control. The only way that can ever happen is if we can *pause* our much glorified brain i.e. pause the unsolicited thoughts it keeps generating and spinning on its own. In other words, if our brain could ever pause and *come up for air*, as the expression goes … our individual realities would be VASTLY different, here and now.

Just thought this blog of mine could be a good place to dust off the series of Being Present in the Moment #1I made a couple of years ago on all matters of the heart & soul.
The ideas and concepts discussed in each of the bite-sized 10 min vids go hand-in-hand with all that I have written since – the must-have essential understanding of what genuine, no frills, no hooks spirituality IS about.

The link will take you to the very first one of the series of 18 and it starts off on the importance of BE-ing Present in the Moment [part 1/5]
The intro is a bit long, I realize now, but what’s 40 seconds in the millenia of our soul’s life, huh?

So … time to explore/enjoy, dear Friend out there and talk back to me, OK?

All that happens, happens for a reason – most of us agree to that – but just when that thought should be a real *thinking-starter,* that’s where the thinking most often stops.