If you found out that all the wrong turns, mistakes you made in your life… probably thousands, you made them because you didn’t see what there was to see. A number of years ago, one leader in Landmark Education said: … Continue reading
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The real reason why you are not happy, not fulfilled, not peaceful… and how to turn it around, maybe
The first thinking brain, the genes driven brain creates a life of reactivity, full of fear, full of anxiety, full of sharp turns and devastating jerks. I’ve lived there… and I hated it. The second thinking brain, the one that … Continue reading
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The third thinking brain… immersion: the secret to mastery of life and growth
If you go about it the same way you have always gone, you’ll get the same results: not much. I just got an insight I want to share. There are all kinds of valid sayings that, as it turns out, … Continue reading
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As long as you are interested in the “what” and not the “how” you remain the same
I was talking about the wrong turns one makes in life; you make them several times a day… To the mind, choosing between two options, and getting yourself into a horrible dead end is no big deal. Easy as pie… … Continue reading
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Your life is a mess… can you clean it up with consciousness?
In my inquiries, I find that more and more capacities that I’ve assumed we all have, it turns out, we don’t. The question that has been puzzling me is why certain ethnic groups that were persecuted at any one time … Continue reading
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I found a picture, a meme, that when I found it I had joy in my heart. Turns out I misread it: it happens to me dozens of times, that I misread something. The meme says: “Lord grant that I … Continue reading
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I had a conversation about 30 years ago with a fellow Hungarian. We were both Landmark “graduates” and assisted our asses off.
“Assisting” is a cheap way to feel superior without having to earn your stripes.
He was an artist, a painter, who was in the US because his wife fell ill with cancer, and needed special treatment. In spite of all, she died, and he was stuck here. Didn’t want to return to Venezuela, didn’t want to go back to Hungary, but his existence in the US was touch and go.
He didn’t feel like producing the “art” that had been earning him a living: kitch sold in furniture stores, mass produced by an artist. Slave labor, mind numbing, and killing the artist within.
It was late in the evening, and we chatted, intimately, like friends that we weren’t.
The simile, or analogy, or metaphor, whatever you want to call it, came up:
If you were stranded on an island, how far would you swim to see if there are any ways to escape and return to civilization?
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