Another IPS (Inner Peace Symptom): an understanding that when you can recognize your inner fullness, you’ll have the platform on which you can do your best dance. [Getting to this inner fullness seems to be a lot like Picasso’s quest to paint like a child. It’s already there in you. You just have to feel it…and usually that takes a lifetime of trying.]
“The world has a way of giving what is demanded of it. If you are frightened and look for failure and poverty, you will get them no matter how hard you may try to succeed. Lack of faith, in yourself, in what life will do for you, cuts you off from the good things of the world. Expect victory and you make victory. Nowhere is this truer than in business life, where bravery and faith bring both material and spiritual rewards.”
That quote is from Preston Bradley an American clergyman, author and lecturer who lived from 1888 to 1983.
And isn’t that a truth? How many times have you backed off from pursuing an idea because of whatever negativity your own mind generates? Ducking those negatives is probably the most important thing you can list on your very long to-do list….
Here’s a YouTube video, Excuses and Negativity: Inspirational Video, put out by Mind Innovation that might help with that.
The certainty that any idea is worthwhile is a fragile thing. It takes energy, determination and optimism to keep on pushing it forward. Every time you allow yourself to indulge in ruminating and brooding about all the reasons why something that has never been tried your way before cannot possibly work you are digging deep potholes in the road ahead of you that are going to eat your axle rod and leave you stuck on the side of the road. Stop it!
The interesting thing in all this is the aspect of expectations and self-fulfilling prophecies. What happens if you expect and prophesy abundance surrounding you? Wouldn’t that be a good experiment to try?
Here’s another poem. Auwe is a Hawaiian lamentation. It means “alas.”
PAULELE (Trust in the Creative)
It’s a funny thing about abundance:
It can only grow as large as your trust.
Fear withers trust; dries it out
Until it dies and crumbles away into dust.
Anger shrivels it, burning it to ashes.
The fear that everything you love will slip away, away, away
Tightens your grip and makes you cry,
Makes you holler, “Mine!”
Like some two-year-old, defiant and turbulent,
Caught in a helplessness among the Bigs,
Turns you into an angry ball of resentments and “that’s-not-fair!”
Devoid of hope, desolated by “Don’t-wanna!” and “No, no, no!”
The fear and the anger become a dike of stone
And the Creative cannot flow,
Cannot go over it,
Cannot go around it…
So it sinks down and down,
It goes underground where it can keep on flowing.
“You lose, you lose, you lose” echoes through your head
Drowning out your inner truth which never shouts…only whispers.
(Half the time you can’t hear it anyway
Because of all the static in your head.)
The world’s a harsh and scary place then,
And the people who love you cry, hurting for you,
But you can’t hear them above the howling of the wind
And hugging all your life-bits to yourself just doesn’t help
Because they are, after all, subject to entropy and tend to fall apart.
Auwe, auwe, auwe!
Redemption comes when you can let go of the fear and let go of the anger
And feel again the Universe enfolding you.
Trust grows then…trust in your self,
Trust in your inner truth,
Trust in the people who love you.
The obdurate stone develops fissures and the Creative,
That underground river, starts welling up, pushing through the cracks.
Trust grows until the desolation turns verdant
And the world can bloom.
By Netta Kanoho
Picture credit: Maui sunrise by Derek via Flickr [CC BY-NC-ND 2.0]
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