What comes next…

 

I remember when I used to get very nervous when things got difficult and I was not able to see the end of the tunnel.  When life´s colours were of the darkest nature and everything seemed to be doomed to failure. I felt lost and terrified.

It took me years of getting up and falling again, to try and fail and of learning and relearning the same lessons again and again, to realise that what comes next might not be as bad/terrible as it seems at first.

I used to give up as soon as things got difficult, as soon as I could not see the end of the road and when people told me that I was a lost case with no hope whatsoever.  That is, I gave up constantly.

But one day you get tired of listening to what the others try to put into your mind, you stop believing and living the life others are trying to impose you and then you begin to shine with your own true colours. Continue reading

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Because of you…

 

She was a very strong and courageous woman.

She had a very difficult life and she had to learn to be tough in order to survive in a world made by men. In the world outside, she had to keep a rough and strong image.

Despite all the harsh situations she had to face, her loving and kind nature was kept very deep into her soul.

She had a big heart and her compassion was evident when she helped other people in need, whether they were a friend or a perfect stranger, to her they all deserved compassion. Continue reading

Strength

 

There are days when it takes more strength to get up from bed than others.

They say that when something scares you a little is a good sign for you to go on and do it, but in this world of bad news, excess of stress, lack of natural food and an overextended pessimism makes us very difficult to gather that strength.

That makes us search for something even more difficult to find nowadays: Those people who challenge you to be better, motivate you and impulse you to act.

Most people are just too overwhelmed with all the negative information we receive from everywhere. So, they do not have time to feel better themselves and let alone spreading motivational words around them. Continue reading

Your tools

When I was a child, I was always questioning why “bad” things existed.

Why God had invented “pain”, “fear”, “sadness” and so on?

We would be much happier if there was no such thing as fear, right? But then, I was explained that without fear I would not be alive today.  If fear would not let me know my life is in danger when I approach a precipice, I would continue walking and probably fall to my death. But fear was there to stop me in time and keep me from jumping and getting killed or badly injured.

If that fear were not there to activate my instinct of conservation, then I would easily lose my hand when I cook or work with my electric saw. Or I could get easily killed by walking at night through dangerous places, etc.

So, that little voice is not that bad after all. Continue reading

Why is that happening again?

I thought I had finally left the bad habit of adding salt to my food without tasting it first.  I have slowed down my eating speed quite a lot and keeping my hands away from the salt shaker as much as possible, but I have caught myself adding salt more often, to food that does not really need it.

Yes, for some strange reason (maybe my body needs a little more sodium lately) My mind keeps bringing thoughts of salty food and, that constant desire for salt is pushing my hands to grab the salt shaker more often, maybe this is just a justification, but that is a habit I need to work on immediately before it causes a bigger damage.

Same with other bad habits, and fear as well. Fear is a bad habit when you allow it to be the master of your thoughts too frequently.

How would you expect to get rid of a bad thought if you keep entertaining it all the time? Continue reading

The puddle

After an amazing storm I was on my way to see a client trying to find shortcuts along the way to arrive on time.

I decided to go through a park I have never visited before but, it was on the way to my client’s office.  I was walking very fast and suddenly, after a curve, I found myself in front of a huge puddle.

At first I thought trying to jump over it or, slowly walk through it, but the image of a video of a car sinking in an apparently innocent puddle came to my mind.   This video showed a car crossing a seemingly inoffensive puddle in a street of a big city, but it seems it was covering a huge “gap”, the car unknowingly kept advancing and suddenly disappeared into the “puddle”.

The video did not show whether the driver was able to come out alive from there, but the image remained very clear in my mind.  Continue reading

The pain in change

Have you noticed that when facing new circumstances, new situations like a new job, moving to a new house, a new relationship, etc. We react in many different ways?

Fear is the first feeling to jump into our heart. And sometimes that fear is the main reason because we reject change so much.

And it is understandable since change could be a very traumatic experience at first.

I remember when I was a child to be afraid of jumping into a swimming pool because my memory of the first contact with water at a different temperature was not very enjoyable.  It took me a long time to slowly crawl into the pool and it was not a very pleasant event.

Of course once this “traumatic” experience was passed it was almost impossible to take me out of the pool, but to “convince” me to dive into it first thing in the morning was a very difficult task. Continue reading

Repeating

Why was I so afraid to ride a bicycle that day? I had enjoyed riding my bike as a child and despite the fact that many years had passed, the memory of those joyful days riding through the parks were still fresh in my mind.

So how come I suddenly felt so scared to ride a bicycle?

After all, my uncle Richard just wanted me to see the beautiful sights of east England! What could be wrong with that?

Just the view of that bicycle made me shiver. I felt a huge fear in my solar plexus and that kept me from accepting my uncle’s invitation.

It took me a while to detect where that fear came from.

I thought all my memories related to bicycles were good, but after a detailed scrutiny of my deepest memories, I was able to reminisce the last time I rode a bike as a child. Yes, a long long time ago.

I could remember I lost control of the bike and I felt down hurting myself badly, due to the accident my bicycle got damaged and I couldn’t ride it anymore.  After that I move to a new house and changed bicycles for roller skates. So that was the end of my cycling career.

But some way, my brain saved that feeling of pain and fear of the accident and filed it in a section of my mind that was not consulted very often, so my conscious mind did not have it very present. Therefore, it was apparently forgotten.

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The adverse

My bed was shaking and I was still deeply asleep. I did not know what was happening but the whole room began to shake in a frightening way. The noise of things falling and breaking was loud and terrifying. I could hear people shouting and dogs ferociously barking in the background. But I was not sure yet what exactly was happening.

I was very tired after a whole week of hard work and not sleeping properly, and that morning I would had overslept, had that earthquake not occurred.

I barely remember how I manage to get out of the house and what happened next. I just remember that every second felt like an hour and that the whole street was a total chaos.

The sound from the ground was so intimidating, the sense of helplessness was overwhelming. There you feel so small and the power of nature is all you can perceive.

Suddenly the land under my feet slowly stopped its movement and everything around me was dust, fear and confusion. Continue reading

Self-confidence

They told me this was a small event, just a few people who were interested in that old movement called “The New Thought”.  It would be a simple talk exposing some of my ideas and theories on quantum mechanics and the process of thought in the brain. Nothing too elaborated.

I felt very confident since a talk with a small group is something you can easily turn into a “chat among friends.” Nothing very complex to do.

As soon as I saw the back of the building where this reunion was taking place something strange began lurking in the back of my mind. This looked more like the backstage of an old theatre, but well, how could I know the way things were handled here, it was a very different country on the other side of the planet and customs were very different, so I didn´t ask anything to my hosts. Continue reading