One of my constant phrases is “Thoughts held in mind produce in kind.”
I cannot emphasize enough how important it is to continuously plant positive messages into our brain. We are faced every minute of every day with news of war, chaos, catastrophe, and mayhem. We have to consciously and continuously fill our minds with the joy that surrounds us.
I constantly read and listen to scriptures, interpretations, stories, and songs from a variety of ancient and current spiritual and religious philosophies, even those that assign limited human attributes to what I believe to be an indescribable and infinite Presence. I disregard the superficial labels and characteristics and focus on the message.
The story of Daniel lying down to sleep in the lion’s den encourages me to face my fears and trust that all is and will be well. Joseph was sold by his siblings and unfairly put in prison. Through all of his troubles, he maintained his integrity and commitment to do his best and rose to have power second to the King’s. The Brave Merchant walked through fiery hells to receive a blessing from the Buddha. The fairy tales I read as a child taught me that good shall ultimately prevail. I take inspiration from the many stories of people who faced tremendous challenges and, not only persevered, but prospered. When I feel like giving up, I recall these stories and keep it moving.
Even though differently stated, inherent principles are the same in every wisdom tradition. The more I hear and read, the more they sink in. The repetition becomes part of my mind’s litany. One morning, I woke up late. Realizing that I wouldn’t be able to devote much time to meditate, I decided to forego it. Instantly, a Biblical story popped into my mind: “If she could just touch the hem of his garment, she would be healed.” I then recalled that the intent to meditate can be powerful and even a second of awareness adds to a cumulative total that will eventually develop a higher level of consciousness. That morning, I had a short, but excellent meditation.
I need proper tools to fulfill my destiny. I need consistency, practice, strengthening, and stretching. I need to stay alert so that I can think clearly and effectively. I need to have endurance. All of these require a tank full of premium fuel. There is no sustenance in a diet of pain, degradation, disrespect, and dishonor.
When I reach my wit’s end, upon what will I draw if my tool bag consists of unfairness; resentment; misogyny; the F, N, B, and H words; and destruction? What will be my vision of myself and others? How will that perception affect my actions?
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