As of late, I've come to see that my brain's innate potential to develop the mind control necessary to create an attitude of serenity depends upon choosing to limit time spent with those who, demonstrating little awareness of need to conscientiously develop an inner line of control, have no clue of dishonoring the concept of mutual respect most especially at times when differences of opinion grow so hot tempered as to alert my intelligence to stop me from participating in the resurrection of emotionally explosive scenes so dramatic as to rival a Shakespearean farce as if Much Ado About Nothing has leapt from the stage only to land in the center of our living room, where a barrage of heart-piercing insults storm back and forth, after which explosive temperaments, harboring misunderstandings, are, for the most part, shoved back under the rug until next time.
Reflection suggests that when my turn came to raise a family, I consciously chose to inform and coach myself to inspire my children to follow my role modeling lead in hopes that, day by day, each agile mind would grow ever more open toward freely embracing an attitude of self disciplined cooperation, and with time on my side, my subconscious, which (unbeknownst to me) had set this long-term plan into motion, met with such a high degree of success that my sense of creativity grew ever more bold so as to devise logical consequences that encouraged my offspring to think twice before repeating a misdemeanor, and as my intuitive powers took note of one success leading toward the next, my conscious mind, feeling encouraged from deep within, grew ever more reluctant to employ autocratic threats of punitive measures, which, in addition to enforcing obedience, would have planted rebellious, passive aggressive attitudes within the heads of my three sons, and as
that end would have proved counter productive to achieving my intuitive long term plan, my sixth sense coached my conscious mind to accept every new challenge that comes with raising each child as a testament to my ability to climb up each next rung on what promised to be my personal and professional ladder of success ...
Today, whence I find myself engaged with those whose subconscious insecurities drive their survival instincts to stimulate an egocentric need to power struggle for dominance until every brain in the room succumbs to an attitude of subservience, I heed an intuitive cue to exit the fray taking place on center stage in favor of seeking a quiet alcove in which to resuscitate my newly realized attitude of serenity before my defense system alerts an adrenaline rush to replace the free flow of oxygen needed to nourish my conscious mind so as to maintain leadership's calm connection to logic when people, reacting like chickens who have lost their heads (ala Henny Penny), are still running in circles, clucking: The sky is falling!
BTW: Leadership (mentioned directly above) references my need to lead myself to react to indignities—thrust furiously upon my person—in a dignified, mutually respectful manner, through and through, so that my line of control can't fool me into believing myself calm when adrenalin, racing through my bloodstream, alerts me to take heed of anger or heartache, which cannot be denied.
Each time a train of thought, like today's, considers the ineffectiveness of our law makers, I choose to bend the dark force of my frustration toward re-energizing an attitude of hope, based in this premise—tis way past time for elected politicians to stop chickening out or else!
Or else what?
Or else before too long, the day will dawn when
They and their fine feathered CEO friends will find themselves
Plucked, dunked in tar and run clear out of D.C.!
Though the universe doth not necessarily grant what we want (or deserve) in a timely fashion, somehow the universal spirit offers what we need to arouse our sixth sense to spy the stealth with which our defense systems blind the conscious portions of our brains from spotlighting the self-serving nature of egocentricity, which (peeking out from behind our walls of denial) whitewashes our lack of perceptiveness concerning the ease with which we give the brush off to needs that conflict with our own—and that proves true in our homes as well as in D.C.
Twas not Helen's eyes or ears that opened her mind to seek meaningful connection with those she could not see or hear—twas the unfulfilled nature of her intuitive spirit that conjoined with Annie's heartfelt never-give-up attitude, which had so tenderly accepted Helen's wild demonstrations of need to connect as to calm the hot-wired tension that had separated this wild child from those she'd longed to love. With time on their side, Annie's calm and patient consistency served to quiet the untamed fear, fury and distress, which had overwhelmed the innate intelligence laying fallow within the untapped portion of Helen's brain. Due to the fact that Annie's positively focused, loving spirit continued to commune peaceably with Helen's desperate longing to absorb every deeply meaningful, interactive, spiritual connection that life, love and education offers to each individual, the ravenous intelligence of this lonely child felt stimulated to take one existential leap of faith after another until short range goals, which Annie had set for the two of them, were achieved as a team, and each time teamwork achieved a short range goal, a mutual sense of celebration closed in on accomplishing a long range goal, little by little. In short, the intuitive nature of a tender-hearted teacher and the innate intelligence of a child, entrapped within a terrifying, dark, silent world of loneliness, created the perfect blend of friendship necessary to formulate bonds of spiritual communion, liberating Helen's brain to switch tracks from chaotic desperation toward developing the self confidence to absorb everything that Annie's extraordinary capacity for communicating creatively and respectfully had clearly offered up, and thus did the gentle touch of this perceptive teacher inspire her pupil's eagerness to cherish an attitude of self-respectful, open minded readiness to go forth, hand in hand, with a knowledgable mentor, whose personal strengths provided Helen's intuitive spirit with the courage, tenacity, patience and positively focused desire necessary to rise above childhood's emotionally devastating, intellectually overwhelming, physical adversity, suggestive of this fact: When the teacher appeared, a deeply confounded, love-starved child learned to pave her path by taking one couragous step at a time, and thus was she guided by love to leave darkness behind in favor of serving as a beacon of light, who grew up to be a compassionate, self disciplined, mutually respectful, college educated, assertive adult, whose life story serves to inspire expressions of awe from deep within the soul of every person who learns of Helen's heartfelt, life-long climb past frustration toward the pinnacle of personal and professional success with Annie by her side, and as The story of Helen's life encourages others to overcome their plight, the heroic nature of a wild child, longing for spiritual communion with a highly perceptive, deeply compassionate, well-educated leader will never be forgot ... Ohhmmm
I must believe that somewhere across the great expanse of our great nation exists an intelligent mind, which (having been tenderly channeled to embrace a magnanimous role of leadership) feels so secure as to make sound use of his/her voice to rouse the intelligence of our divided legislature to embrace its sworn duty to serve the unmet needs of the silent majority, because, as a whole, the wearied people of our great nation prove in dire need of positively focused, experiential, diplomatic leadership, and at this point in today's stream of intuitive consciousness, I feel need to ask: If a blustering bully proves more ineffectual than was true of inexperienced charisma then where is leadership, so experienced, charismatic and emotionally mature as to effect change for the better by engaging our nation's collective awareness to switch tracks from wasting energy by casting blame, back and forth, toward co-creating such a soulful sense of unity as to run lip service straight out of Dodge!
I must believe that somewhere across the expanse of our great nation a person, whose readiness to elevate his/her intelligence to serve the betterment of mankind, exists, and thus do I ask:
When will our generation's courageous leader stand so tall and magnetic as to inspire the people to march in peaceful demonstration against those who, buckling under the egocentric needs of big business, do nothing more than continue to kneel in servitude to Big Brother? And once this assertive leader of men, women and children, who will surely rise before our eyes (suggesting common sense giving rise to hope that history will repeat itself) what, pray tell, will be thy name and claim to fame? Will thy name be ...
Nathan: I regret that I have but one life to give to my country
George: Do not King me
Abe: Four score and seven years ago, our forefathers...
Harriet: Slave grown to freedom fighter, exemplifying unparalleled courage
Teddy: Speak calmly and carry a big stick
Eleanor: You must do the thing you think you can not
Harry: The buck stops here
Rosa: A soft spoken African American sat down for her right to liberty with dignity
Helen: Educator, who overcame personal adversity to 'voice' humanitarian ideals
John: Ask not what your country can do for you but rather ...
Martin: I have a dream ...
And so, my friends, do I ... Ohhmmm
No comments:
Post a Comment