I decided to spend today doing a bit of advanced prep for 2016. After spending several weeks, examining my life and my current state of affairs, I have decided I'm in need of a makeover in body, mind and spirit, beginning with mind because I believe that all things begin in the mind (our thoughts).
I've long held the beliefs based on Biblical teachings that words—both spoken and written—have creative power. To paraphrase Jesus, you shall have what you say. Like most people, I presume, I haven't always chosen my words judiciously. I especially recall a time in life, during my late teens to mid-20s, when I let the negative thoughts and emotions flow freely not only from my mouth where they could disappear into the wind, but also preserved them on paper. I spent a lot of time chronicling my pain, frustration, hurt, etc., in prose and poetry, not realizing that in so doing, I was opening myself up to more pain, frustration and hurt. (What you focus on, grows.)
The beauty and danger in words is there ability to reach far into the future, fulfilling themselves. Spoken to self or others, they act upon our subconscious, which will do it's damnedest to direct our actions so the words become true since our minds cannot handle major disconnects between what we think and what we experience. This phenomenon of our words seeming to create our future is what Carl Jung called a self-fulfilling prophecy.
I don't know about you, but I've never really been a fan much of pain, hurt, and frustration. So, energized by my recent reading of works by meta-physicists and inspired teachers like Neville Goddard and Joseph Murphy and even Joel Osteen to embark on a lovelier path, I've decided to take more care with my words going forward—to complain less and speak only that which I want to have in my life.
To that same end, I decided to free myself from the negative thoughts, ideas, and feelings of my past by going through my old writings and discarding anything that wasn't inspiring or uplifting. I pulled out my old notebooks and folders filled with my dark "life's a bitch" thoughts and began tearing up the pages, which I later plan to burn as a sign that I refuse to be bound by negative words spoken in my past. (Actually, I refuse to be bound by my past, period.) Almost immediately, I began to feel lighter, more at peace, stronger—FREE!
And surprisingly, I found a few gems among those dark works—words of hope, faith, love, and inspiration. I've included one below that was written during my senior year of high school, apparently for a class project (I received a B+ for it!). While I certainly don't expect anyone, except my mom, to think that my words rise to the level of Shakespeare, Keats, Paul Lawrence Dunbar or Maya Angelou, I do hope you'll enjoy a "song" from my 17-year old self.
A Song of Innocence—My Gift to You
Friends and family gather 'round, I have a song to sing.
Sit right here, my loved ones dear, good news and cheer I bring.
Let all the children sit up front and in their mothers' care.
And you with heavy, hate-filled hearts, come closer if you dare.
My song I sing for everyone. I want the world to listen.
And for those who cannot hear, my motion will express it.
I'll say it once and not again, so give your full attention.
To all of you—please let me speak!—I'd really like to mention:
This life comes once and it can pass before hardly your eyes will see it.
But if you do what's in your heart, you need not fear you'll miss it.
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And in the spirit of Christmas...
Life is wonderful gift—the best one you'll ever get. Live every day with passion. Live every day on purpose.
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