A Sunday Chat with Myself—the importance of Music in My life

“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”  —Friedrich Nietzsche

Here’s my (added) version of Genesis: sometime after the “Sixth Day,” when God saw that all His creation was good, He did note that mankind easily fell into negative states of being. Man could become frustrated and make himself sick from worrying. Man could procrastinate and not mind some of the necessary chores in life. Man could also experience fits of disgruntlement, impatience and have just an every day lackluster day that didn’t let him enjoy the wonderful creation around him.

So, in order to let man enjoy his life again, God gave man the ability to appreciate music!

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Music has always played a big role in my life. If I had a rather difficult day and need to escape  for a a while, I put on my headphones, escape to my bedroom and spend an hour listening to such favorites as Mozart’s Requiem. It’s deep, it’s heavy, and requires full concentration to appreciate it. That’s what I need to forget my worldly cares!

On the other hand, if I feel more like just letting my mind relax a bit and re energize myself, I might try Mozart’s Eine Kleine Nachtmusik.

But, classical music isn’t my only like in music. When I exercise, there’s nothing as fitting as Indi Pop music, or a Latin beat to get me moving energetically . In other words, I’m quite eclectic in my music taste and I like that because, in my life, there’s music for every state of mind I’m in.

“Without music, life would be a mistake.” —Friedrich Nietzsche

Music can also feed my nostalgia. As I’ve said in some of my previous posts, when I was a kid living on a Saskatchewan farm, my only ambition was to be a cowboy, and I was completely—without reservation—involved in cowboy music. Even today, nothing can make me stop working and turn me into a nostalgic dreamer faster than listening to some scratchy old vinyl records by Wilf Carter,  like, “There’s a Bluebird on Your Windowsill,” or “Red River Valley Blues.”

Music can also be healing. It is a known  fact that some ‘out-of-sorts‘ feelings can be made to completely vanish by listening to appropriate music. With so much quality—and free—music available on the Internet—Youtube comes to mind as a good source of free music. It is so easy to chose some quiet, healing music—Reiki music is my favorite, put on my headphones, get comfortable in my recliner or lay on my bed, and wake up an hour later feeling much refreshed.

There are other benefits that music can provide. For example,

  • music can ease pain. Music can distract me from my pain and let my body naturally heal itself and keep me from getting too negatively attached to my pain.
  • It can motivate me. A bit of lively jazz can get me up and out of my lethargy and free me to do  some of the things I’ve meant to do all morning, but was just procrastinating.
  • Improve sleep quality. When I’ve had a busy or frustrating day I really look forward to getting into my pajamas and relaxing in my easychair for a bit, turn on some classical piece of music and before long, my frustrations are history, and I’m ready for a sound sleep.
  • Music is also great for relieving depression. A lively bit of jazz or pop and I’m feeling much better.

“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.”  —Maya Angelou

A Sunday Chat with Myself—Opposition in life

“And God said, Let there be light: and there was light. And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness”  —Genesis 1: 3-4

Right from the beginning, our Creator—”God”—made it plain that His third dimensional (third density ) created universe we live in at present had to have its opposites in order to manifest. Light-dark; cold-heat; good-bad; love-hate. Can we comprehend joy without knowing what it’s like to have felt glume?

I firmly believe that there is an Intelligent Mind behind all this sophisticated, complicated universe. Only intelligence can create: unintelligence—ignorance—cannot create; it can only destroy, because it’s the opposite of intelligence that can and does create!

I also  believe that, among God’s other creations, He created us—humankind—loved us very dearly, and wanted us to grow up and be gods in our own right. To accomplish this, Intelligence had to create a ‘school’ for us to learn in. Then, we—our souls— had to ‘fall’ from the higher densities that we originally lived in,  to live in this lower, third density, so that we could experience ‘good’ from ‘evil,’ and eventually grow into being gods ourselves.

By the way, this ‘school’ we’re in was created complete in every detail: water, land, sea animals, land animals—everything—before we were finally allowed to ‘attend’—born—into our school, not much different than a modern, earthly school division would first lay out the plans and needs for the students, then build that school according to those specifications before admitting a single student into its classrooms.

“And God saw every thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good. And the evening and the morning were the sixth day.” —Genesis 1:31

The so-called “fall” that we took from the higher realms was a choice—a gift from our Father to His children that we were free to accept.  Our brand new school would be a tool so that we could learn the destined “good from evil.”

Few men and women that I know of who have reached their greatness in the world have reached it without having first suffered their share of setbacks. To some, their birth into poverty and low status was their springboard to riches and fame.  To others, personal sickness, or the death of a close family member may have been the springboard that made them become outstanding doctors in the field in which they had experienced that earlier emotional or physical setback.

It takes dedication and determination to earn a college degree. Partying all night, skipping classes and general irresponsibility will not get me that degree that I would like to have! Glancing around, I see where irresponsibility has had a negative effect on a former college classmate: I can learn from his mistakes; I am free to choose a better path for myself. God has given me that choice in my continuing spiritual development! And, in that understanding of choice, He has shown me the responsibility that each choice carries with it. I can continue to destroy myself, or I can reach for the stars!

Children do not always appreciate what parents do for them. It takes patience, long-suffering and love to raise a child; the opposite of impatience, intolerance and indifference. And yet, without understanding impatience, intolerance and indifference, I would not be able to exercise my will and devote myself to raising my children to be responsible adults. and to understand, I must know the difference between ignorance and intelligence: good from evil.

I may be working at a mundane job that involves a lot of physical routine. I get an idea: I know a way improve on this physical routine and make the job completion faster, and less boring. Should I keep the idea to myself, thinking that, why should I tell my boss about it? He probably wouldn’t appreciate the idea anyway? Or should I explain the idea to my boss and, even if he wouldn’t appreciate the improvement—forget about a possible raise, explain the idea? The choice is mine. God has given me the freedom to make a choice—a chance to grow, spiritually—a gift that He has not bestowed on many other of His earthly creatures!

“Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds.”   — Albert Einstein

Amazing Intelligence in Animals—Humans as Animals, that is!

The healing power in one’s hands  has been used by mystics and healers for centuries.

Earlier today I bumped my left elbow, and immediately, in an unconscious act, covered the painful spot with my right hand, massaging it gently. It was such an automatic move that got me thinking.  This is a common action for most people: when we hurt ourselves we instinctively over the area with our hand, or hands, and begin a gentle massage. Is this just a habit, or is there some healing comfort in our hands most of us don’t immediately recognize? Other animals don’t seem to have this ability—oh, they have healing and comforting abilities, but not in their hands, paws, fins, or whatever, as we have.

Sacred Science says, “Our hands are capable of so much more than we give them credit for. Whether you are a Siberian shaman, Reiki Healer, or QiGong master, awareness in your palms and fingertips is an unspoken job requirement.” From my observation, unconscious acts of using our hands for soothing and healing must work to a degree, otherwise it wouldn’t be such a universal common reaction that, whenever I hurt myself, I cover the area with my hand.

I have an eye exercise that I do that has demonstrated the power in my fingertips to me. When my eyes get tired from sitting too long in front of the computer, or if I’m reading for too long a time without taking a break, I bring the tips of my first three fingers together and gently rub them in a circular manner.

The placebo principle plays a role here. Remember, the body has the ability to heal itself, and denial or belief plays a big part in whether an attempted “self-cure” works or not.

I do this for about 30 seconds, then place the tips of my fingers on my closed eyelids and gently hold them there for a few seconds, imagining the energy from my fingertips flowing into, and soothing my tired eyes. How I feel, in general, at the time also has an effect on the outcome of this exercise. If I’m tired and really out-of-sorts,  I often end up with poor results. On the other hand, if I feel “energetic,” I only need repeat this fingertip exercise three or four times to get excellent results.

Our bodies are electrical, that behaves much like a large magnet. Energy flows in through our feet, and out through our fingertips and head. Therefore, from a scientific view, there is no reason why we can’t harness the energy flow out of the tips of our fingers to benefit tired eyes, mild hearing loss, or even give a little extra “spark” to our thinking capacity.

All created species, including plants and insects, have been granted unique intelligence, advantages or abilities according to their needs by our Creator. Humans, also, have been given a unique ability: to love and to heal.

 

A Sunday Chat with Myself—Dealing with Scammers

“I have heard that we are spirits having a human experience. Perhaps those of us who have no conscience are dark spirits having a human experience.”  —P.A. Speers

I just received another phone call today from a scammer (those guys are really getting persistent)! I’ve tried several ways to stop them from calling. I’ve got “Caller Block” on my phone, but that only limits me to less than a dozen  calls, and there are a lot more then a dozen scammers out there!

I’ve got “Caller Display” on my phone and so have tried just not answering the phone when I suspect it’s a scammer. That doesn’t seem to work either, because they’ll just keep calling back at different times, hoping to catch me when I’m home—and hopefully answer the phone.

I’ve tried answering these calls and  being extremely rude to them, and that doesn’t work. In fact, I think it’s because, next to the love  these scammers have for scamming you out of your money, the second best thing they seemingly enjoy is listening to your angry tirades. For some time I wondered, why? Why would any person in their right mind listen repeatedly to your angry remarks about him? When was enough, enough, and just hang up? Finally it dawned on me. These guys are sociopaths, so unlike a normal person who gets a “feel good” feeling when they’ve done something nice for you, these sociopaths are the opposite. They get their jollies when know they’ve upset you! When you “give them a piece of your mind,” so to speak, they could happily listen to you all day! I tried something different on today’s caller. I  truncate my conversation.

Me, picking up phone: “Hello!”

Scammer Claiming to be from Microsoft: “Hello. May I speak to Albert Schindler, please?”

Me: “Speaking!”

SCM:”I am calling from Microsoft. Norton tells us that you have some bad files on your computer.”

Me: “Oh, I’m so glad that you called. I’m so lonely today, and I need someone to talk to.”

SCM: ” … hello … are you by your computer?”

Me: “You have such a nice, pleasant voice! It’s such a pleasure talking to you!”

SCM: “Do you know that you have some bad files on your computer?”

Me: “I don’t have a computer—but please don’t let that stop you from talking to me. I have this really big problem with my wife—I think she keeps ignoring me— and I need to talk to someone, and you seem like such a nice person!”

SCM: “I think I will hang up now.”

SCM” “Oh, please don’t hang up! Won’t you help me? I really need someone to talk to! Please, please continue to talk to me!

SCM: <click>

Me: (to myself) I think I just ruined a sociopath’s day!

“Compassionate people need to know there are everyday people who take pleasure in hurting others.”  —P.A. Speers

A Sunday Chat with Myself — 28 January, 2018

“Knowledge is the life of the mind”— Abu Bakr

One of my favorite poems is “Vestigia,” by Bliss Carman

“I took a day to search for God, and found Him not.  But as I trod by rocky ledge, through woods untamed , Just where one scarlet lily flamed, I saw His footprint in the sod …”

At present, I’m reading a very interesting book, “Children of a Living Universe,” by Paul Von  Ward. The author states, “A review of present conventional religious and scientific assumptions is necessary.” He continues, “most of what groups now label truth would have to be considered tentative, but not fact.” I tend to agree with the author;  creation is in a constant state of flux, assumed truths and mistruths. For example, according to Reference.com, there are a whopping 4,200 religions in the world today. Each one professes to “know the truth, to claim (know) their version of the word of God to be the only true word, and boldly claim that all other religions, except their own, have at least some wrong–mistruth–in them.”

So I ask, if I want to know God–the true God, which religion do I join?

Another burning question: countless wars have been fought over whether our universe came into being via the Big Bang, or whether God created the univers out of nothing–which, of course, begs another question, is there even a God?

Was the Garden of Eden really the birthplace of mankind, or was Zacharia Sitchin, in his book, “The 12th Planet,” more correct when he claimed, that “Life, scientist have concluded, evolved not upon the terrestrial planets … but in the outer fringes of the solar system.”?

If most of our history is written by the victor, what is mankind’s true history?

Heraclitus is credited with having said, “The only thing that is constant is change.” Is that the same as saying, the only truth in the universe is change?  Is  Heraclitus saying that change is God? If every creation in our universe boils down to that simple quote, I can see mankind’s destiny as utter madness. Is there no stability, no anchor that we can fix our hopes and dreams on?

I believe that, if I ever want to find truth–real, eternal truth–I have to look inside myself, for nowhere else can it be. Inside of me I see Love. Love always has been. Love always will be–as the old cliche goes, hiding in plain sight from my frivolous mind. Love is eternal. Love never changes, and can be depended upon to always fulfill.

Love, with its opposite quality, hate,  is, beyond question, the primary, the most stable, the most powerful truth upon which the entire universe is built, and is the foundation upon which all other truths are based. Love and hate are the cornerstones upon which all my other experiences are built. What hate destroys in me, love can heal and resuscitate.

I can therefore conclude that recorded history–or any point therein– is volatile. It’s not constant. What seemed true to a nation yesterday, is no longer true today. If I unravel that history’s  seemingly whole into parts–into separate acts, I see that many of its pieces have changed, but where love or hate played a part at the time, the same result is today as it was then.

Through my rage/hate–let’s say as a Roman soldier–I burnt a peasant’s home and killed its occupants. The rage was the same then as it would be today, and its manifestation the same as if I go, today, and raze a jungle village in the Amazon in order to make room for my oil rig. Politics, opinions, justifications change: therefore they can’t be classified as Eternal Truths. But manifested hate, or rage then, in Roman times, as it would today, or any other time in our history, can be classified as an eternal truth.

Another, positive example this time: let’s say I become aware of the plight of refugee children in some war-torn country today. I take my funds and build them an orphanage with all its amenities to help ease their suffering. In other words, I have come to love these children. The manifestation of that love is the same–a constant–today as it would have been for the compassionate person who built the first hostel to ease the discomfort of the weary travellers along the ancient Chinese Silk Trade Route. Love, like its opposite, hate, is a constant.

Love and hate aren’t the only constants in our universe. There’s charity, with its opposite, greed; compassion with its opposite, indifference; morality with its opposite, immorality; industrious with its opposite, sloth, and let’s not forget intelligence with its opposite, stupidity!

These are all constants throughout the universe: unchanging, eternal. Did I finally find God?

 

A Sunday Chat with Myself- 21 January, 2018

I am my Three Brains

It took me a lot of years of living—happy moments and challenging ones, like everyone else in this world—to finally find the answer to that age-old question, “Who Am I?” My conclusion? I am made up of three brains: the brain in my head, the brain in my heart, and the brain in my stomach. (Yes, the stomach actually has a brain!) Of course, all this is wrapped neatly into a physical body that I call—Albert Schindler.

This thought–of me being three brains–may horrify my science and biology teacher, but bear with me a moment. To best describe  who I am, I’ll compare myself to an efficient, (most of the time) well tuned automobile. My body is the outside of the car—the flashy fire red paint job, the sexy sports look that I picked out from the Quartermaster Stores before coming into this world. My body’s main function  is to protect the more delicate inner side of me, and to get me from one point to another without me spilling out all over the place.

“Take care of your body. It’s the only place you have to live in.”

The brain-brain is my engine and a fantastic computer, but it is subject to meAlbert Schindler–for direction and control–or at least should be if you want to avoid particular disasters. If I want to live fast, wild and dangerous, I–and here, again, I refer to the conglomerate that I call Albert Schindler–use my brain to find ways to accomplish my goals. My brain obeys.

On the other hand, if I wish to become more learnéd in my ways I use my brain-brain to organize, search for ideas and plan my events that, hopefully, will make me smarter. Again, my brain obeys. 

My heart-brain is the centerpoint of the self-awareness part of me, Albert Schindler. Many interesting articles have been written about the brain in our heart, showing the complexity of me!  It houses my emotions, my anger, my smiles, my fears and helps me make wise (or unwise) decisions, influenced by my mood at the time. The I Am–my self-awareness– utilizes the heart-brain to send messages to my brain-brain and steer and direct my automobile to places I want it to go.  Basically, it’s the driver of my automobile. Do I want to party all night, sleep all day, waste my life by getting high on drugs and alcohol, or make something of myself?

Among other values, my heart-brain is also my moral compass and self-disciplined place of residence. If my neighbor insults me and threatens to kill my cat if it poops one more time in his flower bed, it’s my heart-brain that decides if I’m going to blow my stack and pick a fight with him, or calmly ‘negotiate.’  In short, my heart-brain directs who I am, and who I will  become!

Of course, no “automobile” will run very far without fuel, and this is where our stomach-brain comes in. Anyone who owns an automobile knows that only the right kind of fuel makes your car run at top performance, and for that reason it is wise to learn what constitutes a healthy diet. Too much of one thing and not enough of another can really slow you down, as can the wrong foods. One can only stand in wonderment when we learn of just how efficiently our stomach-brain manages to convert food intake into energy for our “automobile.”

But, our stomach-brain also serves an additional function. Have you ever had that “gut feeling” where you knew something was wrong? Well, that’s your stomach-brain kicking in with a warning, and we’ve all learned from sad experience that a gut feeling should not be ignored. Our stomach– brain can also serve as a powerful sentinel to help keep us safe and healthy.

Finally, one should not overlook the fact that it’s our “I Am:” our soul: the overseer of this wonderful “automobile” that we are. With all our technology, even with our crowning artificial intelligence achievements, we still must stand in awe and respect at what our I Am–our soul, has created in this three-brained organism we call our body!

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The root of all wisdom is the glory of God. The fruit of all knowledge is the glory of Man.”   — indonesia123

A Sunday (Christmas) Chat with Myself — 24 December, 2017

Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before! What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. What if Christmas…perhaps…means a little bit more!”  ― Dr. SeussHow the Grinch Stole Christmas!

The biggest iconic opposites polarity in humanity celebrating Christmas is between Jesus, or December 25th, the day we celebrate as Jesus’ birthday, and Santa Claus. To me, Santa Claus is little more than a sales gimmick created by Coca-Cola to increase their profits, and is an icon of the shopping frenzy that takes place during the pre Christmas season. Santa Claus is to the real meaning of Christmas what a plastic, ten cent diamond is to a real thousand dollar diamond: Artificial. It is the exact opposite of what the season is about.

Jesus’ birth–his gift to all earthly creation–is that there is hope, and that’s not what Santa Claus offers you! Jesus offers hope: a way to lift ourselves out of the hopeless misery that we are/were in, and the opportunity to turn hate into love, and be loved in turn; To replace wordly passion with compassion; To replace violence and war with understanding and compromise; To replace ignorance with true education; To replace selfishness with unselfish  deeds that  care for all creation, not just ourselves and friends; To replace punishment–prisons–with understanding and a helping hand.

A 2013 CBC  report states that Canadian prison population  has increased by 75% in the last decade. The report further states that, ten years ago, the number of inmates in federal Canadian prisons was nearly 12,000. It’s now over 15,00! Obviously, punishment doesn’t work! Until we start treating criminals as human beings that need help and not our contempt, our prison population  will never go down!

“Christmas, children, is not a date. It is a state of mind. ” 
― Mary Ellen Chase

There was a time, before the Great Depression of the 1930s, that social assistance was provided by religious charities and other private groups. Today, welfare is big business and  has migrated from the offices of Pastors in religious institutions to government, and a report by the National Council on Welfare indicates that there are 1.7 million Canadians on welfare–obviously a growing statistic! And the last “Ho ho ho” that I heard from Santa Claus, he wasn’t too concerned about feeding the hungry and clothing the sick as he flits to and fro between us and the North Pole!

In order to survive, primitive man had to think of himself first. As we to evolve, Jesus the Christ was born to us with a new message: it is better to give than to receive. Is the idea of Santa Claus’s popularity just an attempt from the Dark Side to keep us primitive, to think only about our own selfish wants?

Giving and receiving is fine. It’s a Christian tradition. But charitable giving and receiving is Christ-giving and receiving! That’s what Christmas is all about!

“Want to keep Christ in Christmas? Feed the hungry, clothe the naked, forgive the guilty, welcome the unwanted, care for the ill, love your enemies, and do unto others as you would have done unto you.” 
― Steve MaraboliUnapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience

A Sunday Chat with Myself

“The sad thing about Artificial Intelligence is that it lacks Artifice and therefore Intelligence.” — Jean Baudillard

In a C|Net article titled, “As AI and robots rise up, do humans need an upgrade too?” the author continues, “Forget hacking a computer. Some researchers want to hack the brain (italics added) to create human superintelligence to compete with AI.” In this article, the author makes some convincing arguments in favor of a better brain, and in its  prescribed aspect, I agree with her. Many of us could drastically reduce the calamities that befall us if we’d “upgrade” our thinking capacity, like upgrading our skills, education, and my favorite, playing professional Brain Games like Lumosity and Brain HQ. but aren’t we putting the cart before the horse?

We talk about AI (Artificial Intelligence) taking over, but forget that AI is a human–a mind/brain creation–something that we’ve usefully invented through the use of our brain, and then, instead of taking pride in our accomplishment, we limit ourselves to think that the brain did it all, that we’re just a brain. No more!

“Before we do something about Artificial Intelligence, why don’t we do something about Natural Stupidity?” — Steve Polyak

We are much more than a brain. We’re a Soul! In other words, we’re a thinking, reasoning, eternal, feeling being that has somehow–still largely unknown to us just how we did it– created a brain–an indispensable tool–to help us create even greater things. As such we should celebrate our infinity, rather than degrade ourselves into believing that we’re only a brain that has somehow developed a mind, and that’s all we are.

Like a carpenter with his hammer, what does it prosper me to upgrade my hammer, as this article suggests,  but remain clumsy and continue to keep hitting my thumb with it every time I try hammering a nail into a board? Doesn’t it make more sense to upgrade my spirit–my soul, and therein eliminate  from clumsiness?

In this same article, Bryan Johnson is quoted as saying, “Looking at superintelligence for me is like when you’re on the motorway looking so far out ahead that you crash into the car in front of you,” and I believe this is exactly what we are doing by accepting brain improvement over Soul improvement.

Improve our spirituality and our brain will automatically work better for us to our interests, because it is only a tool–a beautiful, wonderful, powerful tool–of something in us that’s much, much bigger!

“Artificial Intelligence has the same relationship to intelligence as Artificial Flowers have to flowers.” — David Prnas

If it hurts, learn from the experience!

Two days ago a scammer called me—I think he said he was from Microsoft, and said that he needed to get into my computer and clean out some corrupt files. It only took a minute’s conversation with him for me to realize that he was new at the game of scamming. In the scamming game, this guy was a “junior”–just learning the trade, the one who casts the bait by making a zillion random phone calls,  and as soon as he gets someone who will talk to him—a “sucker,” he would hand the phone over to the professional scammer to do the damage. I know the routine because I’ve had these guys call before, and I’ve come to understand their techniques. Now, most of the time I just hang up, or don’t even answer the phone,  but this time, decided to talk to him. Here’s roughly the conversation that we had:

Me: “You’re a scammer. Why would I let you into my computer?”

Scammer: “No, sir, you don’t understand. I’m from Microsoft and I need to get into your computer to clean out some bad files that are corrupting your hard drive and—”

Me, bluntly: “You’re a scammer. a parasite on society. Why don’t you get yourself a decent job and contribute to society, rather than scamming people out of their money?”

Scammer: “But, sir, I need to—”

Me, getting impatient: “You’re a scammer,” I repeated. “Get yourself a decent job!”

Scammer: “And how am I going to get a job, sir? Are you going to give me one?” (those were his exact words, and this is why I recognized him as a greenhorn at the scamming business). Professional scammers don’t ask dumb questions like that, so I admit, for the moment, his questions came as an unanticipated surprise.

Me, at this point, I completely lost my cool: “Now, why in hell am I responsible for  getting you a job?” Get your ass down to the employment office and see what’s available, like the rest of us have to do! Go back to school, if you have to! Get a trade . . .”

My  haranguing continued like that for a few more minutes. He listened in silence, then, finally, I hung up on him.

A bit later, after I calmed down to  a more human level of impiousness, I sort of felt sorry for the fellow. Life certainly had not been kind to him in order for him to have to resort to   scamming for a living, so I sent him a silent prayer, asking God to let someone come into his life and give him some proper guidance concerning the responsibilities of being human. Also, I needed him to forgive me for being so rude.

He obviously had some education—at least enough to know basic computer lingo, so,  at least to a point, he must have chosen, or easily been lead into the scammer’s way of life. Maybe, let’s assume he was raised in a good family that taught him right from wrong,  but he lacked moral principles.  Was his brain twisted enough to make him a sociopath, a person with an antisocial personality disorder who didn’t care whether he hurt another being? I’m not sure that he was a sociopath because, you will remember his question to me: “And how am I going to get a job, sir? Are you going to give me one?” A hard core sociopath—scammer, in this case, isn’t interested in your opinion nor how he can ‘improve’ himself.

On the other hand, if we—society are at least partially to blame for our “misfits,” where are we failing them? I’m a great fan of TVs Dr. Phil show. What I’ve observed so far by watching him is that, in many of his cases where people come to him for help, they’ve already been through at least one other professional source that failed them. Is there a factor in our attempted care to help the less fortunate that we’re leaving out of the equation? I think there is, and I’d like to turn our attention to our King James version of the Bible, Genesis 3:22, for a suggested answer: “And the Lord God said, Behold, the man is become as one of us, to know good and evil.” In other words,  Man can progress to eventual godhood, but, if he wants to continue his upward evolution, he had  best learn to benefit from the opposites in Creation!


The black nefarious agent and the white angel are both equally my teachers.


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The Placebo Effect

I’m fascinated by our opinions and habits that we, as humans display. Many of us carry ‘Lucky Charms’ , or eat lunch with a certain fork, or wear a specific undergarment just before an important event in our life to invoke  a specified luck or result. Why will one Lucky Charm work for one person, while another will vehemently poo-poo that belief?

I recently had a conversation with a friend of mine, and at one point, the topic turned to our health–how we were feeling. I commented that I had finally found relief for my Restless Leg Syndrome. All my life I had suffered from Restless Leg Syndrome, a painful nervous condition that can cause uncontrollable ‘jerking,’ or shaking of the limbs in order to relieve the pain. I mentioned that, outside of painkillers, nothing seemed ease, or cure my situation. In desperation, I tried Acupuncture–and it worked! Although not completely gone, now I could at least live with the pain.

My friend scoffed at the idea of submitting the body to Acupuncture.

“Superstition!” he claimed. “It’s a medically unproven superstition. If conventional medicine doesn’t have a cure for an ailment, then none exists–at least not until medical science can find one!”

I didn’t feel like arguing the point, so just changed subject. However, I could not help but wonder, is Acupuncture really only a superstition? I knew that my friend was quite a religious person: a Christian. Being a Christian myself, I also know that religion expects a fair amount of belief from its followers, for it to be effective in one’s life–but, hold on. Isn’t belief just another way of saying “Placebo effect”? If I believe such-and-such, and it works for me, while you believe that another something-or-another works for you, the common factor here is “Belief.” It is the power of belief that manifests results in our lives. I’ll give an example in this fictional conversation between Jack and me. Jack came to pay me a visit, as he does every Thursday afternoon. He came just as I had scooped some ice cream into a small dish and was about eat it while watching TV.

Me: “Hi, Jack, come on in. I just bought myself a pint of Baskin-Robbins ice cream. Peppermint flavour. Would you like some?”

Jack: Takes off his jacket and moves closer to the kitchen counter where I was dishing out the ice cream. “Baskin-Robbins! Peppermint, my favorite brand and flavor. You bet I’ll have some!”

I absently pick up an empty dish that happened to be nearby on the counter and without examining the dish closer, dig out two large scoops of the delicious ice cream and hand the dish to Jack.  We amble towards the living room and I turn on the TV.

A few minutes pass.

Jack: “You know, I think Baskin -Robbins makes the best ice cream in the world!” He’s already gobbled down half of his bowl’s content. “It’s sure good!”

Suddenly, with horror, I take a closer look at Jack’s ice cream dish. “Jack!” I exclaim. “I’m so sorry, but I mistakenly put your ice cream into my cat’s dinner dish.”

Jack’s hand, holding his next spoonful of ice cream, freezes in mid-air. He stares with horror at his dish, a sickly, greyish looks envelopes his face.

“Yes, it’s the cat dish–but it’s clean,” I quickly assure him, “I just had it washed this morning in the dishwasher–”

Suddenly, Jack vomits all over my carpet and chesterfield. “I’m sick!” he moans, dropping the dish. “Take me to the hospital!” .  .  .  .  .

My point here is, was it the ice cream, the clean cat dish, or Jack’s fixed belief that made him sick?

Yes, we are what we believe!