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Do It. Expand!

Thaddeus Golas’ Enlightening Thoughts On . . . Enlightenment

Maintain the intention to be expanded.

Impetus

They dragged him to a pit and cast him in and he was left there to watch dawn turn to dusk every day for 98 rounds of the earth’s turning, mentally circulating all possible excuses why nothing ever got done until finally all rationalization sickened him.

Sunbeams

Somehow the realization that nothing was to be hoped for had a salutary effect upon me. For weeks and months, for years, in fact, all my life I had been looking forward to something happening, some extrinsic event that would alter my life, and now suddenly, inspired by the absolute hopelessness of everything, I felt relieved, as if a great burden had been lifted from my shoulders.

Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer

The Rising Sun Neighborhood Newsletter

David often sketches people on buses and other kinds of public places and gives them the sketches. Poor people, he’s noticed, expect to pay for the sketch and rich people expect to get it free.

Unlocking The Map Room

We can’t simply question these beliefs. Rational arguments don’t matter here. What matters is felt reality. What matters is going to that place within the person where these beliefs are vivid, active, current, and therefore, available for change. Bandler and Grinder call this process “accessing.” We’re going into the space where reality can be decided upon, the map room. We’re going to see if we can change any of the maps.

Mental Basketball

Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, welcome to WYOY’s Mental-Basketball Game of the Week. Today’s contest pits mind against matter for the championship of Western Civilization. The winner here will meet the Eastern Civilization Champion to ultimately determine who will oppose the forces of nature in the Fourth Dimension.

Sunbeams

Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, sometimes you get rained out.

Satchel Paige

Editor’s Note

Meeting The Monkey

I was an infant, clinging to an umbilical cord, and the stark truth of this world was that there was no one to clutch, cling to, no one to reel me in, no one to rescue me but myself. So I clumsily conceived a new self, one that did not need to design an intellectual wall of insulation against this vacuum.

Editor’s Note