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The Power of Solar Gazing

Recently I have been made aware of a practiced known as solar gazing, sun gazing, or solar healing. It involves staring at the sun during sunrise and sunset to gain sustainable nourishment from the rays to replace or complement food intake (eating solid food) and as a facilitator of spiritual development. Taken as is, this notion seems far-fetched and physically harmful. However, while researching this topic I learned there is more to sungazing than meets the eye. In fact, I have been apparently solarhealing for five years now. Let me explain…

After gaining a cursory knowledge of solargazing, I learned it is not as far-fetched to me as it originally seemed. When I was a young boy at age 13 I found an old, small, and red Raja Yoga in my mothers bookshelf. It was printed in 1954 I believe. Inside the book, the Yogis instructed the student to meditate twice daily at sunrise and sunset for up to an hour. I engaged in this practice for two weeks. Towards the end of the two week mark I found playing with my neighborhood friends during the evening and sleeping in an extra hour more in the morning more enjoyable than sitting alone outside, cross-legged in inclement, New York weather - especially during puberty. So I gave it up.

Then I moved to Las Vegas five years ago. Here in the desert the sunsets and sunrises are simply breathtaking. And that - what I feel inside - is the power of solargazing.

At least once per week I have found myself outside in the desert away from the housing developments. Situated near the mountains that surround Las Vegas I sit, lay or stand watching the Sun drop behind the mountains on the other side of the Vegas Valley. Sometimes, I drive out to the next valley - the Eldorado Valley that is uninhabited desert wilderness and sit on the roof of my truck watching the colors of the world change from white to yellow, pink, orange, red, lavender, purple and midnight blue. It’s quite extra an ordinary event, romantic and awe-inspiring as well. Sunsets here will solely be the greatest thing outside of human relationships that I’ll miss when I move away.

Over the last five years I have wondered to myself why it is that sunsets and sunrises move me so. I attributed that it is caused by the color changes in the sky and surrounding terrain. Just as a color change in the face and cheeks emotionally charge and move a viewer, so to do color shifts in the sky caused from the sun setting or rising emotionally charge me. While that cause is speculation and unknown, the effect which is the feeling inside me is real. For myself watching the sunset is moving, warming, calming, and empowering. Move over, I feel a greater connectedness to the land and millions of people I overlook from the edge of the vast Vegas Valley. I am left with a feeling of serenity and oneness with my environment. Viewing the sun set is single the most empowering experience I have partaken in the last ten years or so. That is the power of solar gazing.

Recently I found preforming sit ups and stretching while watching the sunset is even more internally charging, uplifting and empowering. I really do not know why, but there is something about physical exercise and body movement that for me facilitates the already powerful benefits of solargazing.

People who practice solar gazing do so during the safe hours of sunset and sunrise. They stare at the sun during these times due to the limited amount of solar radiation, such as UV light that is received through the sky from the sun. They experience various spiritual and physical benefits as a result of sungazing. Some of the experiences sungazers have reported are feelings of well-being or spiritual enlightenment, a connection with nature and a sense that sungazing is the beneficial to their physical, mental and spiritual health.

Interestingly, I experienced the same - alone - without any prior knowledge of sungazing and solar healing.

Lastly, authorities on Sungazing reported that one can ultimately transcend the need for food through sungazing. That suggested one “feeds” off solar radiation in the way a plant “feeds” off the sun. However, I am willing to bet that the reduced food intake is caused by mental, perceptual and emotional changes (aka spiritual enlightenment) by witnessing the beauty and power of the sun setting and rising. Many people have found themselves healthier by reducing caloric food intake. Perhaps solar gazing and healing is one way to develop into a more conscious, healthier and aware human being.

Note: Studies have shown that sunshine reduces the risk of breast and colon cancer as well as develping myopia, also known as farsightedness.

Musing on Moving

Relocating back to the land of my birth is a deeply moving proposition. Is this act a step backwards akin to falling down ? Or is this path forward merely a circle which my soul walks? As I consider my parents thoughts that going back to Buffalo as a sign of weakness or failure, I am reminded of a quote Kelly told me fifteen years ago that goes something like this: “we all go back to our family eventually.”

At the time that line sounded preposterous to me. I couldn’t fathom moving back into my families home or neighborhood.  All I could think about is moving away, exploring new lands and people. Walking the same sidewalk and streets used as a child most certainly was not growth as I understood it. Where would I learn tales of foreign lands and strange people? Certainly not by crafting them in the backyard of my upbringing.

Moving back I will face my past. I will see the face of the mother who bore me many moons ago, now aged and wrinkled. I have seen her once in five or six years. Before that only a handful of times since I moved out. I will see my older sister, too. Her teenage daughter I am sure will have no interest in me, typical of the age. This older sister has a son aged two whom I have yet to meet. My youngest sister has moved to Buffalo to obtain a graduate degree at University at Buffalo. Although her and I were never close due to an eight year age difference, she is an awesome girl whom I have barely interacted with after she turned ten. So I am looking forward to hanging out with her at least once to see how it goes. I am not expecting much in the way of hugging and excitement, but if that happens that will be great.

I have one other sister close to my age who lives in Rochester. Our relationship has proven to be rather complicated. Perhaps another day I will speak of her.

Then there will be my last remaining grandparent - Adel - living in Flushing, Queens near Brooklyn. After her husband Leo dies in a September or August she is living alone as the last standing member of her generation in our family. Although her son and daughter live nearby and visit often, possibly daily, I wouldn’t expect her to live for many more years statistically speaking. Once a life partner dies the other will soon follow. Once she is gone a huge amount of historical information will be lost. Therefore, I wish to record as much of her voice as possible. When my children want to know what she was like I can let them hear themselves.

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Many years ago, perhaps seven or eight years ago I was at my mothers fathers house in West Seneca, NY along with several out of state family members. A cousin excused himself from a conversation we were having to go talk to our grandfather who was sitting in another room watching TV alone if I recall. I asked my cousin why he needs to leave me to talk with John. He replied that our grandfather won’t be around much longer and he wants to hear his stories before they are gone for good. That shocked me because at the time my grandfathers stories were largely irrelevant to me and of no importance. Sitting down with him explicitly to hear his stories was not something I had ever considered. Now older, there are some days I wish I can redo. Oh, how growing up changes perspective.

I must get to my grandmother in New York City. Once she is gone I can’t get her back again.

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I am not really sure if i want to get reacquainted in person with anyone I previously knew anyways. I mean, we are all different now. We are not the same people. We have all changed. What was once a friendship may now be nothing more than a shallow reminder of days past. I am really nervous about doing this, about moving back to Buffalo. With some of these people, errr friends… I don’t know what to expect if I run into them. Should I face these people I once knew and accept a new reality? Or should I say no to those whom wish to meet so that I may preserve what was once childhood bliss? There will be plenty of new people to meet, anyways. Why revisit old fields, homes and shops when life is about moving forward, growing and learning? Perhaps, if it happens, coming face to face with a past world will reinforce my visions of my future. Or perhaps these faces will teach me more about myself than I ever knew possible. It is my past that my future grows from after all.

A Signal Fire, 1

Selected Passage 1 From Demian by Herman Hesse

Love must not entreat,”she added, “or demand. Love must have the strength to become certain within itself. Then it ceases merely to be attracted and begins to attract. Sinclair, your love is attracted to me. Once it begins to attract me, I will come. I will not make a gift of myself, I must be won.”

13 years ago…

The book arrived in the mail today. As I walked up the stairs to my room on the third floor I opened the package I waited nearly a week for. The curiosity was great. I couldn’t wait to know how I will “understand” after reading this material as she so enthusiastically put it. I was curious to how this book will “explain it” and that I’ll “see” after reading this novel. It will all make sense she told me. My visions, my phone call, my awkward first steps on destiny’s road.. our paths crossed… she said it will all become clear in this book. What could a novel written forty years past (at that time) have any relevance to what was happening to us this past month? Indeed, these events are unique and surely not ordinary, but they are written in a book that has become the focal of our connection? Whatever. I do keep an open mind and I will take the pleasure to read this book, but I hold no expectations for prophetic visions or otherwise. Luckily, up here in this small college town I have nothing but time. Heck, I’ll finish the book in two days.

All that was inside the unassuming package was a small paper back. The used, yellowed pages emanated a faint musty order typical of a used book store. As I leafed through it I saw several passages highlighted in yellow marker. Noting that these are obviously important sections of the book I waited till I sat in my chair upstairs to read the first one. It appeared nearly half-way through the book I believe. Curious, I wrote that section on loose leaf to save it for another day when the meaning may come clear because presently all it seemed was just a random passage highlighted from a novel.

The meaning came clear two months later. While deep in sleep dreaming of her I awoke from a knock on my door. I was not controlling my thoughts and they manifested right outside my door. I set a signal fire in my heart shining towards our sky. In the darkness of each night, in the depths of each dream and with the passing of each day my signal fire flared more. I understand now I must be careful of what I wish. My beacon was seen by another pair of eyes. The pair I wished for.

There she stood outside my door. With long blond hair flowing and her smile inviting, her eyes contained a flame I recognized. In her warm breath she sweetly said “I’ve come to take you back home.” I looked around. The 11am late morning sun shown brightly on the black asphalt street behind. The wind rustled leaves of the tall trees on either side of us. Squinting, I led her inside. There is much we need to talk about.

Twin Peaks

Yesterday Tara bought the gold Twin Peaks box set that contains all the 29 episodes from season 1 and 2. We watched the 2 hour pilot last night. The imagery, concepts left me thinking dark thoughts for the remainder of the evening and continuing into my dreams that night. It was not a positive experience.

Many years ago (about 13 yrs) when I habitually populated the trendy Elmwood Ave in Buffalo, NY day after day and night after night I settled into a cozy yet hip cafe called Cafe` Aroma were I would later become employed. Popping in nearly everyday to order a coffee drink, read the weekly Artvoice or some other book led me to become acquainted with the baristas employed there. One girl, Andrea, a Libra, ended up taking a fancy in me. She was very short, somewhere around five foot with long, straight platinum blond hair with one black streak near her bangs. She has a small mouth and eyes. On her left shoulder she has a detailed fairy tattoo. She loved to wear huge platform boots to increase her height. Most importantly, she made an awesome ice mocha latte with black current flavoring. She would even draw pictures with chocolate syrup on the whipped cream.

One night she asked me to come to her house to watch a movie. She told me something like it may break my mind but she think I can handle the movie content and idea’s presented in it. Intrigued, I met her at her apartment on her day off with my friend Charles I believe. She got us extremely high. Then she proceeded to make spaghetti and was bouncing around the kitchen in marijuana smoke. I remember Charles being exited about the food, however, I was not. Italian food is not something I care for, even stoned. I ate some anyways. We followed the pasta with some red wine.

Then came the movie. She pulled out her stolen VHS tape of Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me. It had a white price tag with $97 on it if not returned to Blockbuster. She didn’t care. She told us to sit down and enjoy the movie. She offered us a choice and I took the red pill. And so Charles and I sat about six feet from the large television crossed-legged for the entire two and a half hour film. I was completely engrossed by the film. I don’t think I even blinked once. Andrea was right. My neurons were rewrote and I have not been the same since watching that film in that very open-minded state. You see, with no reality boundaries in place, no form of mental protection, a new paradigm smacked me right in the head. Yes, that movie rewrote my understanding of reality. The color theory David Lynch used along with the relationships between colors, actions, locations, people and symbols redefined how I perceive the world around me. His artistic expression of metaphysical concepts such as angels and demons, spirits and other worlds that tied into an otherwise seemingly normal reality of small-town people, placements, and events set in a dramatic storyline of incest and drugs blew this delicate, fragile mind away. Again, I have not been the same.

Now over a decade later I sit back and expose myself to the same thing, the same wild ideas innocuously transposed over a dark TV soapy drama hurts me again. Because the series is about pain, trauma, and the downward spiral of drugs in high school students makes me wince. Because the show is about possession by evil, supernatural spirits from realms beyond that drive people to heinous, violent acts of desperation and loath brings back dark memories. Then with the directors adding the artistic elements such as flickering lights, red costumes, and sounds of zippers to represent tapping into outside information, emotional impulsiveness, and entering a dark parallel world of pain, debauchery and suffering is really too much for me now. I don’t want to go back there. I have already been there. I have already felt that and it doesn’t feel good in comparison to the good and happiness I have felt in my life since. I do not want that ugliness in my life. It feels awful.

See,while the symbolic ideas of reality portrayed in the film opened my eyes, the film does little to help avoid it or move away from it. It’s about the downward spiral and corruption of the psyche. It’s about the pain one causes when they act from a dark heart, from a dark place, from dark motives. It’s not about healing. It’s not about moving forward. It’s not about building strength of character. It’s about the unraveling of character. It’s not about personal growth, success and happiness. It’s about impulsiveness, disease and pain. It’s not about beauty and truth. It’s about ugliness and lies. It’s not about where I am and were I need to be. It’s about where I was and what I do not wish to be. So why expose myself to this pain and suffering? Why jump in the pig pen? Why cut my wrist? Why look into the depths of darkness? There is no need anymore. I do not need to be made aware anymore of the creatures that lie in the shadows. I need, because my heart still bleeds, to focus on the dezines of light. I am walking from that land of blight climbing ever higher with delight and self-empowerment, joy and well being in sight.

Lastly, all the characters in Twin Peaks are not immune to the corrupted spirits in the woods. All succumb.

Yes, the Twin Peaks pilot episode brought back bad, ill feelings and thoughts inside.

Good Deeds

I want something.
I want to connect with people.
I want to relate with people.
I will not stand on a podium shouting, demanding they climb steep stairs to reach me. I must step down from this tower to shake hands. I must meet on common ground.

It takes effort and it takes rejection to learn but in the end it’s worth every breath spent.

In the end our relationships will continue in the hearts we touched. In the end, the memories of us in those standing live on. And it is in this manor, this intangible fashion we live on in the minds of men and woman, in our brothers and sisters. Thus, the importance of fostering a positive and healthy relation with another is above all. For what would be purgatory without the wretched, foul-mouth of a lover unloved? An afterlife spent with a bitter taste in the mouth of those living, those crossed is surely a hell worth avoiding. But seeking gratuitousness whispers till the end sends a soul soaring there after. For a heavenly bliss starts with a lovers kiss and ends with a thousand smiles who remember your honest action and whom your laughter will always miss.

Our New Prius Hybrid

Last night we traded in one of our truck crossover SUV for a brand-spanking new 2009 Toyota Prius package 6 tour edition. (The benefits of the tour package, like better suspension, integrated bluetooth and GPS do not outweigh the slap in the face the leather seats give. See, a hybrid car has a certain message attached to it. Leather seats carry the opposite :) Not only is the backlog for a regular Prius six months here in the Vegas valley, the tour package 6 constitutes only 1% of all manufactured Prius making the wait for this model to be over a year from now. Back in March of this year, the regular Prius was available on the lot ready to buy but recently rising fuel costs have created a huge back order. Despite the long wait, the use of technology that decreases wastefulness and reliance of global oil makes all the waiting worth it.

Perhaps the main reason for owning a hybrid gas/electric automobile such as the Toyota Prius is it’s low fuel consumption and high millage rating of around 46 mpg. While that aspect attracts many would-be buyers for fuel savings, the average driver saves only $1500 on gas per year over a typical gasoline vehicle. If more miles are put on the Prius during that year, then the savings increase. Since we partake on out of state and in state vacations and car trips often, we think our savings will be high. The selfish reason for buying a Prius is a legitimate reason.

Another reason for owning a Prius is perhaps political. Since the Prius is a hybrid car I am guessing it uses at least half the amount of gasoline than non-hybrid cars. Less gas means less oil which means less wealth is transferred out of our pockets, out of our country and into Saudi Arabia and other oil-exporting countries. The more money that stays in this country the merrier.

The last reason that comes to mind for owning a Prius is the most vague, but also the most important reason for me. I was raised in a home where recycle, reuse and repurpose were three important ways of thinking when it comes to objects. I recycle to this day, I reuse plastic bags, and I repurpose containers and other variety of things. But perhaps the biggest waste I feel comes to driving my truck. It hurts knowing that my foot applying pressure to the gas pedal allowing a continuous supply of fuel to my trucks engine is not an efficient way to cruse the highways. Knowing that as I press the break pedal energy is escaping the trucks system makes me feel wasteful. These two system inefficiencies are now addressed in a hybrid gas-electric vehicle. The large battery in the Prius stores energy to be used when the car idles or cruises. The regenerative break system of the Prius captures otherwise wasted energy from the wheel friction and stores it in the battery. This application of battery electrical power to complement a vehicles propulsion and operation speaks of resourcefulness and mindfulness rather than of waste and unnecessary consumption of resources. It’s how I like to drive.

The downside of the Prius, besides any technical limitations like small wheels and a light-weight body is the large battery. It’s not toxic, fully recyclable and won’t contaminate a landfill. Because of this battery used to power a hybrid, it is more resource intensive to manufacture a Prius than a Hummer. Metals, like nickel have to be mined from the earth to fill the battery. However, once there are plenty of hybrids on the market the situation will change. When hybrids begin to be demolished from end of life cycle or when the batteries wear out for whatever reason then the manufacture, Toyota, will have a new resource to mine nickel from - used Prius batteries. They even have a $200 bounty on each battery! It is cheaper for Toyota to obtain the required metals from the large Prius batteries than it is to mine the metals from the ground. Once batteries start being recycled then the environmental impact of the manufacturing of a hybrid vehicle will begin to diminish. In the meantime, while using less gasoline to operate our car we will spreading a message of conscious consumerism and anti-wastefulness. We will drive ahead into the future of change that we all need. Remember, if you want to change the world then you must vote with your dollars.

Reaching a personal goal

The good news 

When I first began working in this online internet business I frequented boards where it was not uncommon for people whom I casually chatted with to make over a thousand dollars a day. That amount of money was unfathomable to me. Two hundred dollars a day, maybe even three was not. I could grasp that amount of money. Well, whether or not I could comprehend a thousand dollars a day did not stop me from marking that amount as a milestone of online success. With my recent decision to temporary move back to New York to deal and help my family I need X amount of money per day to make it happen before snow sets in. I figured five hundred dollars per day was a workable and obtainable goal to reach this relocation to NY goal. Today I smashed that daily goal. Today has been my first ever plus-thousand dollar day. It’s pretty exciting for me to have hit this mark. I have butterflies in my stomach.

Since I have hit  (exceeded) this personal goal I need to set a new one. Currently I am not sure what it is. My ultimate goal was to be a millionaire by age 30, but as we all know that hasn’t happened because I failed to setup smaller goals to create a path towards it. I still need more smaller goals to reach for a million. After today I need a new milestone to work towards. What that will be I am not sure yet.

As you see it’s very important to set for ourselves small personal goals to build ourselves upwards with. For if we have nothing to reach for, no goals to work towards then there is no reason to change and grow. Why have stars in the sky if they are not meant to be explored? If we create a personal reason to better ourselves that fuels our motivation to reach our goals. We must reach with passion, for it is passion which drives us.

A mountain is climbed one step at a time.

Heart: Population Zero

About six years ago my father was in a near-fatal auto accident. We were told that night and again the following weekend would not survive, yet he lived. I visited him months afterwards when he awoke from his coma. In some ways I wish I hadn’t. It was far from a heart-warming sight. His atrophied, contorted, and shriveled body laid on his bed at home. He squirmed, withered and kicked while drooling and muttering strange, outlandish things. Sitting on his bed I looked over in sadness noticing the obviousness of his brain damage. It was painful to watch.

I was not alone on that bed. His father Leo sat with me. I watched his eyes and his face as he gazed over his disabled son on that bed many years ago. His face showed a deep sadness. We shared that moment together.

Now Leo lies in a fetal position with his knees nearly touching his chin in a hospital bed. When he is touched he screams out in pain then huddles and whimpers while moments pass. With his eyes closed letting the minutes turn to hours, and hours turn to weeks he takes in little nourishment and is slowely dying. His life expectancy is two to four weeks from the date of this post. He will be survived by his wife and three children.
And here I am in Las Vegas. I passed the opportunity to spend time with him ten months ago in Florida. Now I am unable to spend a quality moment with him. I did speak with him on the phone weeks ago before he fell and broke his neck. He was upbeat, chipper and was wishing the best for me. His brain was slow though. I switched topics quicker than he could keep up. But other than that the conversation was normal and typical New York City quick.

While I myself grow old I watch those around me age as well. As conditions change and people pass I begin to realize what is important to me, what has been dear all along. That which I ran from, which I avoided for half my life is my life, is what I must turn back to, face and run towards as fast as my heart beats. I must spend time and experience life with them before another season comes to pass in our great wheel of life. Here in this great, desolate desert my heart yearns for my families footfalls upon my parched skin, this barren land. I yearn for their touch, their voice to boom and echo off the mountains of my land. But it is silent here. This land, this heart has population zero.

flickr med image - my fathers parents and siblings

Facing our Demons

And so there is an evil thought in our mind, a selfish one, a thought if acted out would be detrimental. And so we shove that unacceptable thought aside, ashamed, into the darkness of our mind, into a closet with the rest of our proverbial skeletons. Then with a clear mind uninterrupted we carry on with our day. But soon a situation or person will unintentionally will call fourth that demon in our mind whom now present will attempt to wrestle control of our body to execute that which we fear, whatever it may happen to be for each demon is different. Will we win this match and once again bury this thought deep into an unused corner of our mind? Or will this thought of ours -conventionally labeled a demon - rise to the occasion from a weakened, drunken mind for instance and win? (Self-control is a flexing of ego.) Then what? We are embarrassed. We “live” and “regret” this “mistake.” But what if there is another solution? One in which we face our demons, come to understand them, come to reconcile with them? What if in doing so made them go away or turns them into building blocks to further our personal development and growth? I think that is worthwhile to look into.

We all have these metaphorical demons within us, eating us, causing us to live in fear of ourselves. These demons of thought are an aspect of ourselves, of our personalities which we have yet to face and resolve, answer and grow from. They are as much of a part of us as our hand is. And just as an unskilled, uncontrolled hand and arm can be accidentally used as a club, so to can an undisciplined mind cause trouble to ourselves and those near us. To face our negative thoughts is to rein them in with a lasso, tame them to work for us, eventually turning them into a steed to propel us to new heights of personal growth we thought not possible. No longer shall we run from wild horses for fear of being trampled or dragged into the forbidden wilderness. Today we ride them to greener pastures.

One demon I have is a fear of success and self-power. It’s a series of thoughts that have controlled me for a greater portion of my life. If they did not exist then I would have control over my life, I would have responsiblity, and I would be walking my path. Instead, these thoughts undermine me at every opportunity. The hold me down. It’s similar to or even might be called low self-esteem. For example, what would a person with low self-esteem say when someone else says “your music is excellent” assuming they are a musician of sorts? We both know the answer. My fear of success and self empowerment operates in a similar manor. When I am presented with an opportunity to grow and advance financially, socially, and personally in the real world I sabotage the situation to undermine my own advancement with the goal of staying put in the exact same spot - my comfort zone. These thoughts whisper to me saying “you’re not worthy,” “you’re not that good,” “it’s not for you,” “they are trying to trick you and deceive you.” As you can see thoughts such as these can really restrict and retard growth. There are many other limiting thoughts rooted in fear. Fear of thinking for oneself, otherwise fear of opinion. The fear of rejection causing one to pretend, be fake and please others. Fear of pleasure which can restrict one’s sexual freedom or the ability to simply to have fun. Fear of no control. There are many of these fears, these demons within us that unleashed and revealed cause and create typically socially or personally unacceptable situations. Moreover, they restrict our growth. And so we hide them in shame so they do not show up and reveal our ugly inside. And we smile.

To face our demons we do not need special equipment, a torch or a crossbow. All we need is courage. Only we know the depths of our minds and what lies beneath the thin veil of pleasantries, dress and formal greetings. Only we know how we truly feel inside. And if it’s not a feeling of abounding love and joy then we need to take a look and find what is blocking us from feeling that. What windows to our soul, if you will, are closed not letting in the sunlight? What is the cage we limit ourselves with made of? What is the root of our fear that is preventing us from feeling happy inside?

We can open the window. We can tame and control our mind. We can move forward and embrace the growth we so need. Everyone has a road block preventing us from going forward and getting something we really need in life and it is only our own mind that stops us. For me listening to my heart frees my mind. What will free you?

To identify our self-limiting beliefs we must ask ourselves what we truly want in life then list that which is preventing us from reaching it. For me it’s a feeling of worthlessness. For many others I imagine it will external sources, such as parents, family, a house, money, even race and gender. Many of us use biology as a source of a road block in life claiming that the color of ones skin or their sex prevents them from doing what their hearts desire. Some people place the blame on a spouse or children. Maybe you were told you had no value of some sort as a child. Now you are afraid to engage in whatever that may be as an adult. We believe the road block to be real. And thats the key. For it is only our own minds which make things like this real. For it is only these self-limiting beliefs which old us back.

For the practical minded, write on a piece of paper your goals and what is preventing you from reaching your goals. Then outline a plan to move around these blocks. Break that plan down into mini-goals that can be achieved monthly, weekly and daily. Stick to the plan and you will move forward closer to your hearts desire. Remember, everything in your life you created. This is a very empowering thought. It means you can change your life. Now stand up and embrace your dream. Now face life, your demons and your self-limiting beliefs with courage and achieve your dream.




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