Is It Possible to Feel Reborn, With a Brand New Lease on Life?
Change your thinking, change your life.
-- Ernest Holmes
Do We Really Need Fear For a Motivator?
If you were given six more months to live -- after that initial shock filled with a profound self-pity -- would a sudden inner shift occur of a tectonic magnitude in your attitude about your life?
I know, it's not something that we really want to think about, but what if that's the very reason why we should.
Actually, that inner shift has been happening in many well documented medical cases, when that new tsunami of a will to live flooded the mind and heart of some folks who then overnight got well -- called a "spontaneous remission".
But we are not going to talk here about devastating diagnoses -- rather about that always available to us potential to produce that incredible change. It's only that we may need to use some imagination, seeing ourselves in shoes of such a person, and then inspired by their transformation, consider doing the same.
So, try to imagine, how all of a sudden all your silly stresses would just fall off, along with all worries, all resentments -- anything that was for years, if not for the most of your life, holding you back from living a full life.
Imagine that time when you suddenly realized how you owe so much to your life, and now just willing to squeeze all installments of that debt into those six months left.
Even that initial fear of dying, now becoming only another of those crappy emotions which contaminated your capacity for enjoying your life. And you simply can't afford to be scared anymore, while almost physically feeling the minutes ticking off your left over time to breathe, to admire every little thing that you somehow never noticed before.
Look around yourself now. Come on, take that look, be a sport. Imagine how "enough" would suddenly seem all your material possessions. And how dear to you, as you might remember how excited you were when you bought this, or arranged that to look nice.
Hey, who was that person for whom it was all supposed to mean something?
Mental and emotional freedom is not denial of truth -- it's the recognition that truth isn't something we need to run from or be afraid of.
The Magic of Inner Freedom
And so, even more than having this new appreciation for everything out there -- here is suddenly that warm, almost unrecognizable feeling of love, and compassion for the person that you are.
It's almost like hearing that child that you once were, and for the first time ever blending with what that child is feeling. Feeling alive. Breathing. Wondering how to use the next five minutes by loving, by admiring, by embracing it all so tight like it has never been embraced.
Forgiving yourself for gambling away so many of those precious minutes, days, years. Like a notorious gambler, investing little and losing those rare winnings. So much to forgive. So many illusions to bury, as that new wave of will to live is deriving a crazy joy out of their funeral.
Freedom. Never before experienced so deep, so full, so complete freedom from that stinky casino of your life where all those minutes were gone like a big mismanaged money.
Freedom to finally surrender to that inner truth, to relax away anything that kept you a prisoner of strife, of a gambler's deception that "winnings will come some day for sure".
Isn't it almost outlandishly beautiful how we can produce all these feelings in one single moment of junking the whole life inventory, leaving behind what never worked for us?
Isn't it beyond any known word, feeling that warm friendship toward yourself, just because of that attitudinal shift in you, the one which allows you to finally be who you are, and allowing the whole world to simply be in its majestic craziness and a glamour of an eternal becoming.
Like after that metamorphosis from a caterpillar to a butterfly is your liberated spirit, not to crawl anymore but to brave through space, visiting one after another flowers in the green meadows of life.
Hey, look, there are those birds chirping on that tree, and a car is passing by, and breeze is gently moving the curtains. So much happening in the here and now.
Here and now.
If you have a dream, don't just sit there. Gather courage to believe that you can succeed and leave no stone unturned to make it a reality.
-- Dr. Roopleen
Igniting That Inner Shift by Will Alone
Living in the present, gives this word its synonymous meaning -- a gift. And never before did that gift feel so dear. Remember the time when you kept returning it without even unwrapping it to see what goodies it was offering.
How things change, once that we become aware that our time is running out like that desert sand from our clenched fist.
But, wait. What if no "diagnosis" ever gives us that fair shock of awakening, giving us those precious six months. How do we know from what date those last six months will start for us?
We may live for another decade or several more, but hot in our casino and gambling more and more of our precious time away -- we may never get that chance to transcend our whole sense of existence into one joyful, never before experienced version of being alive.
Some of you may be giving it a wistful sigh, with a pretty firm conviction that it's too late for anything that dramatic to replace your inner status quo.
But think about it for a moment. While I was painting for you that scenario of that happy transformation, didn't something in you actually feel it? Didn't your imagination allow you to be there in that moment of a sudden shift in the attitude towards your life?
Let me add something to that picture by giving you this example of a man named Lester Levenson. A successful business man, he came to a point in life when none of that success meant much because he had several heavy diagnoses -- actually, one of them, by words of his doctor, might kill him if he tried as much as tie his shoes.
What did he do? The story could fill up a book, and it actually did, but suffice it to say that he decided to start loving his life. He even loved the memory of that guy who once stole his sweetheart from him.
He had nothing to lose, so he kept amplifying that happiness, that love, until the moment he said to himself: "Here, I got the taste of a piece of that pie -- and I am going to have all of it".
That man, at his age of 42, cured all his health issues in three months and lived exactly double that time -- to his 84.
Lester was only one of my many motivators -- but not to wait for a diagnosis, not to wait for a verdict about my left over time.
The spiritual journey is the unlearning of the fear and the acceptance of love.
-- Marianne Williamson
My Own Story
I remember so clearly the time when my past stopped being my adviser, when I junked all reference to the limiting past experience, resolute not to just replay that model of being.
Funny, I can't remember anything on the outside that brought me to the starting point of my present path. It was more like something that they are calling a "quantum leap", a kick from within.
But ever since, I believe in a "version of me" living within this personal space of mine and maturing at his own, faster rate. "He" might have been a hundred years old sage at that time, suddenly toppling down my world of illusions, self-inflicting pains, and all the crazy stuff that was leading me nowhere but in emotional circles.
I was very young at that time. Hey, after that shift in me, I suddenly got the courage to emigrate at my age of 23, with a couple of suitcases and a wife that trusted me, and who still does.
In an inner impetus that's hard to describe without doing it injustice, I was a new human specimen, pushed mentally from within towards, what I like calling, a "personal sovereignty".
I had realized that my mind and my heart and my spirit were not in my possession, that I was just another impersonal speck in the human mass, a pathetic biological robot programmed to live a destiny of any other biological robot around me.
Waving some flags, heeding my grandma's wisdom of a suffering woman, with a mind all wrapped around a family soap opera -- well, all that and more appeared enough for that inner, "intuitive me", to junk all that crap, and inspire me to repossess my mind, my spirit, my body, from hands of a whole army of authorities of questionable value.
My metamorphosis was swift, crowned with a new sense of self-discipline, and a strong sense of having a choice over the patterns of my experiencing anything.
Anything. I felt free to unfold into what my inner guide had in store for me. Free to be me, not an imitation of a role model. And the feeling was simply outlandishly great.
And it still is.
For those smarter ones reading this, my story will not look like a bragging, not like an ego trip -- but as an honest attempt to at least inspire a bit, if not to prompt for some serious thinking.
And what can I say for my final words here -- but to wish some of you to mobilize that best in you and make that inner shift, not waiting for any diagnoses that would be a sobering call. My, or Lester's path is wide enough to accommodate many more of us. Blessings to all!
© 2020 Vladimir Karas