Once upon a time construction workers in Thailand where renovating an ancient temple and found a huge clay Buddha.
Since it was large and heavy, they left it outside, and to protect it from the elements they covered it with a tarp.
One morning after a rain one of the workers checked to see if the tarp was protecting the clay Buddha. It was, except that one corner of the tarp had blown eschew. As he reached to straighten the tarp, he saw beneath it something shining.
The rain had washed away part of the clay and reveled what lie beneath.
The clay had been applied to cover and to protect a golden Buddha.
We are like the Golden Buddha, awaiting the rain to wash away the clay, for beneath it is pure gold.
“Believe nothing. No matter where you read it, or who said it, even if I have said it unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense.”—THE BUDDHA
The hardest thing to change in people is their beliefs.
And the best thing you can instill in yourself is to believe in yourself.
Sounds like a dichotomy, doesn’t it?
Perhaps I should clarify that belief in oneself statement. Believe that you have the power and means to achieve your goals.
Financial freedom? Ha ha. The guardian at the door of your mind, guffaws. “You think you can have that? Ha ha. We’ll see.”
For every positive affirmation, you throw at him, that guardian has a negative one to throw back. It’s a stalemate.
It’s the bane of conscious creating.
A probable cause is that we are trying to create consciously, while the gold beneath is found through an unconscious process.
Sometimes we create something beautiful. It’s easy, we had no charge on it. You know those moments. They appear in that state I call grace. That painting works, that gizmo you built runs like a dream, your trip turned out marvelous, the loving evening with your partner was sublime, that ticket we thought would cost 80 bucks only costs 55.
Other times we can hardly manage a can opener.
Most people nowadays know of athletes that use the power of their mind to excel in their sport. Those individuals visualized swinging and hitting the ball perfectly.
You’ve heard of movie stars who have stated that a positive attitude put them in a position of success. Jim Carey placed a five-million-dollar check (written out to himself—nonnegotiable) in his father’s coffin as an affirmation for the success he would achieve.
And what did he receive for his next movie, The Mask?
Five million dollars!
How come they can do it, but you can’t?
“The fault, dear Brutus lies not in the stars, but in ourselves.”—Shakespeare.
Rhonda Byrne put forth the movie The Secret, to a rousing success. Why isn’t it spoken of much anymore? She stated that the ancients used the secret to obtain their successes. And, she said, that using their secret, we can too.
The Secret’s popularity wore off. People went back to the old ways. People didn’t know how to work the Secret, and what in the heck was the secret anyway?
Some say the Secret was a scam.
No, it was like so many other works of art, you do it, you put it out there. Byrne probably felt she had hit on something extraordinary and rather than call it the Law of Attraction, she called it The Secret. That’s more alluring than saying you are responsible for your own life, or that you attract to yourself what you are thinking. A scam? I don’t think so. Just a problem in implementing it. Did Picasso scam us when he drew disjointed figures and called it art?
“First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win.” — Mahatma Gandhi
While beliefs such as religion, politics, race, gender, and issues such as Individual rights can be the clay covering the gold, it is quite another story to believe in your own goodness and ability to do be and have your heart’s desire.
That little guardian standing at the door of your mind is determined to maintain the status quo. He believes you are trying to kill him.
“Now listen, Mr. Gatekeeper, we don’t want you to go away, you are there to protect us from doing something stupid. However, believing in our own goodness is not stupid. And you are there to do our bidding not the other way around.”
Why is the guardian standing at the door of your mind
throwing out those positive affirmations you have so carefully written down?
Because he is following a lifetime of negative beliefs, and that little snippet of paper saying you can have what you want, is annoying him. He/we have a heritage of negativity. Humans have been enslaved by the powerful as far back as written history. Kings collected taxes and decreed restrictions on the masses. Wars screwed up a bunch of fine lads.
Not only did we have wars abroad, but here on our homeland, we had a Civil War that set brother against brother. We had the depression that made us fearful of losing our money. We had slavery that injured a great multitude of our culture and embarrassed the rest.
The holocaust impacted us like no other. It made us fearful that a country or a despot, could take away our freedom, our livelihood, indeed, our lives. We have a fear of strangers built into our DNA—it had survival value I’m sure, for in some cases those strangers were out to get us.
Therefore, we think anyone outside our town, our state, our country, our world, is to be feared. They think differently from us. They eat differently from us. They worship differently from us.
On top of all,
some have abuse buried in our psyche from our childhood. Or we were teased,
put-down, bullied or harassed.
Some Positive Thinkers feel that if you speak of a problem or a challenge that you are being negative.
You don’t paste a sticker over your gas gauge when it is empty so you don’t see it. No, you fill the tank.
We don’t want our accountant to tell us everything is fine when we owe $65,000 in taxes.
True negative thinking is throwing your hands up in despair and saying, “It’s hopeless. I never get a break. It’s never going to happen. I’m stuck. Nobody will help me. It’s their fault. I didn’t do anything wrong.”
Long ago, before he wrote The Magic of Believing, (1948) Clyde Bristol wrote a little pamphlet he called TNT, It Rocks the World. In it he says, and this is brilliant, that to get through to the subconscious who then speaks to the conscious mind is like water torture, the drip, drip, drip on our foreheads, only this time it is positive. You tap, tap, tap the idea into your mind with constant thoughts, writings, and pictures.
You plaster notes of what you want on your mirror, you repeat it to yourself, tap, tap, tap, finally the Gatekeeper weakens and lets the positive thought in.
It’s called immersion.
“Oh, I really can live the life I dreamed?” says the Gatekeeper. “Really? Gosh, I didn’t think it was possible. I am so excited. Thank you for letting me know. I can relax now. I was exhausted with the fight of throwing out all the good stuff you were throwing in.
I’m exhausted. Whew. This is so much better. I love you.”
Belief in one’s own good changes the tempo of the mind and like a magnet it draws to us what we have asked for or written.
Writing down an idea or a problem takes it out of our mind and puts it out into the Universe where it can draw unconscious forces into play.
First before all those positive affirmations, perhaps a little house cleaning is in order. Don’t you hate that?
As Werner Erhard said, “The truth will set you free but first it will piss you off.”
The mind like a magnet it draws to us what we have asked for or written.
Writing down an idea or a problem takes it out of our mind and puts it out into the Universe where it can draw unconscious forces into play.
Ask yourself, “what am I doing that’s NOT WORKING?”
Am I talking too much?
Am I watching too much television?
Am I spending too much?
Am I eating, drinking, being late too often?
Am I gossiping/ blaming others for my mistakes instead of taking responsibility?
Am I procrastinating?
What do I need to do more of?
More relaxation and meditation?
More exercise, more water?
Ask for help?
Get to work on the object of my desires?
Know that while I’m not perfect, nor is my project perfect, I am expanding into more goodness, more money, more self-esteem, more skill every day.
We could call this power of belief, an emotion, a chemical reaction, or an electrical vibration, whatever you call it, it is there for you to use.
I realize that many people would hate the idea that this believing thing has a spiritual/emotional component. But we’re here to experiment, and we are not going to let doubt get in the way.
You know the
old adage that if you don’t decide for yourself someone will decide for you?
There are powerful forces at work to keep us subservient and on a job. It takes
a stalwart soul to counter these forces, and it takes vigilance to live in
Whatever this force is, we know it brings outstanding results. And through this power miracles happen.
“Whatever the mind of man can conceive and believe he can achieve.” –W. Clement Stone
W. Clement Stone has been described as a reverse paranoid, he believed that the world conspired to do him good.
How about that for an attitude?
I watched an interview on the TV show “Inside the Actor’s Studio” where James Lipton interviewed the actor John Travolta. Travolta said he was so sure of his talent that when the producers told him he couldn’t act, he said, “They’re nuts.”
Travolta’s parents had fostered this belief in him. Travolta said when he took out the garbage his parents would say, “Look at that boy. Isn’t he brilliant?” He would perform some act, and they would clap and praise. He went out into the world believing he could do it.
Yesterday my daughter videotaped an interview with our 96-year-old friend, June.
My daughter’s primary interest was in learning about June’s life, especially the foods she had eaten.
We found June’s attitude far more fascinating.
June grew up in Chicago, not a good place to be during the Great Depression. Her biological mother died before June could remember her, and her step-mother died slightly later.
Her father was a traveling salesman, and a con-man according to June.
Her father often couldn’t pay the rent and many times she would come home from school to find their belongings on the sidewalk. They would then move to a new place and June would move to a new school. That amounted to 13 schools by the time she was in the 8th grade.
After the death of June’s two mothers, her father couldn’t or wouldn’t cope with June and her two brothers.
June said she was hungry all the time, so she stole food, mainly fruits, and vegetables, for they were displayed outside the store, and she would choose a store on a corner where she could run down a side street.
She was the fastest runner on the block and thus elected to do the stealing, while the other kids would wait a distance away for her return where she shared her bounty with them.
After her father left, she was shuffled around to various family members and eventually ended up in a girl’s school—June went before a judge and asked, “Your honor, do I have a choice as to where I live?”
“You most certainly do,” he answered, and thus she chose the girl’s school.
At the school, the food was basic but good, she said, still, fruits and vegetables, as meat was expensive. Breakfast was oatmeal or porridge. One egg was a Sunday treat.
Her aunt, still her legal guardian, wouldn’t let her join the military when she was twenty-years-old, so June waited until she was twenty-one.
She had left high school after her junior year and got a crummy job she said. She realized that leaving school had been a mistake for she wanted to go to the University. And as the GI-Bill was available when she got out of the WACS, she took a test and qualified the go to college. While in the military she met her husband, and after she left the WACS, both became students.
He was a pilot and also a vegetarian, so they stuck with that a no-meat diet, for, one, they liked it, and two, meat was too expensive for two struggling students. When they became more prosperous, they tried a steak but didn’t like it. However, when June became anemic, the doctor told her to eat liver, “As raw as she could stand.”
June was an artist, her husband (“He was beautiful,” she said) was a military pilot and the love of her life for eight years. “Your job isn’t to clean house,” he admonished her. “it’s to paint.”
What a guy.
And then came the fateful day when two uniformed officers come to the door. June took off running and the officers had to chase her down to tell her that her husband had been killed in a plane crash.
June grew up as a Christian Scientist, who did not believe in illness. Once she had the mumps and didn’t know it until someone told her, still, she just carried on like mumps was a no thing.
I’m telling you this because while June had a challenging life, for the 20-some-years I’ve known her, she has been the most positive person I know.
She wakes up in the morning saying I am healthy, powerful, and I love life.
Ninety-six—can’t argue with that.
I was mesmerized by this painting we pulled from one of her stacks:
In The Magic of Believing, (yes again) Claude Bristol, writes of an interview with Angelina Lansbury—you may remember, she voiced the teapot in the animated Beauty and the Beast, and her TV show “Murder She Wrote.” had a long run.
Bristol writes that in her younger days, during a rest interval in Hollywood, Lansbury launched upon one of her favorite themes—belief in her own destiny.
“Ah,” she said, “I think perhaps I’ve phrased it badly. I don’t mean anything magical or occult. Perhaps faith in the power of the subconscious mind would be a better way of saying it.”
“How do you go about tapping your subconscious mind?” the interviewer asked.
“Heavens! I don’t want to sound stuffy or high-brow, but it’s really awfully simple. If you tell yourself over and over again that there’s no limit to the creative power within you, that’s about all there is to it. Honestly, I believe that’s true. Whatever intelligence or creative force, or whatever it is, that resides in the world is like…”
She waved a strong beautiful hand expressively…“oh, like light or air, or something of that sort. It doesn’t belong to me, especially. It’s there, to be tapped and expressed by anyone who knows how to get at it.
“This isn’t a cut-and-dried formula for success by any means,’ Lansbury went on to explain, “It doesn’t let you off hard work. You have to keep plugging like mad, perfecting whatever kind of expression you’ve got, adding constantly to your skill. So that when the chance for self-expression does come…you have the tools for it to work with, catch on?”
At age 92,
Angelia Lansbury performed on Broadway.
Have you ever seen a drawing where objects are hidden in a landscape? Perhaps birds are drawn in the trees or incorporated into the clouds? They tell you there are 100 birds in that picture, but you see only one.
“Oh,” you say, “I found another one.” You look further, there’s another bird outlined within the branches of a tree, in the bushes, on the grass, in the sky. Your eyes have become cued to birds and soon you see all 100.
You will find that, like being cued to the birds…
Once you decide to live the life you want, principles on how to get it will pop out like the hidden birds.
When people have a sense of their self-worth, when they have a sense of greatness in them, they value themselves and they value others.
And so, I’m suggesting that you pull out your notebook and name your most limiting belief:
- I don’t have enough time.
- I suck.
- I’m always late. I can’t help it.
- Other people have opportunities, I don’t.
- I believe I will always be stuck in a no-end job.
- No one supports me.
- Where I am is not my fault.
- My parents told me I wouldn’t amount to anything.
- I have low self-esteem.
- I don’t believe this shit.
- I think these ideas might work, but if they do it will destroy my need to criticize.
- I know me, I will do this exercise half-heatedly, and it won’t work. Then I can say, “See, this mambo jumbo all a bunch of garbage.”
- Who does this upstart think she is to tell me what I need?
Come on, you can do it. Get out that pencil and paper. Writing will help clear out the junk, and put in the good stuff.
And then go to module #3 where things really begin to happen.