CATEGORY: DARE BRAIN DATE: MAY 3, 2019
With a steaming mug of hot Irish tea in my cozy cogitative corner, it is understanding I seek.
The kingdom of think is our very own domain, of course y’all know this.
When I originally wrote CLAN OF HEARTS in 2015, it was my story in short, a brief summery of thoughts, beliefs and attitudes that I wove together in a life tapestry so that perhaps I might follow the concord thread to the heart of my scenes and gain understanding as to why when we think we are doing many things “right”, how can so much go “wrong”?
Maybe it’s when all seems awry that we feel a need to change our circumstances, we then think how we can achieve this.
From CLAN OF HEARTS p. 107 “WHAT?”
So, what if I was the only thinker in my domain? By mere thoughts could rid myself of all I complain. Freewill in my kingdom of think. Liberty and justice link by link. What would it take for an empire of peace to remain?
What changes I’d make now to remove the “cause”. The oppression of disease would have no more jaws. In this land ain’t nothin’ to fear: all illness is banished from here. What comes as resistance releases, a province of pause?
What now, all transgressions instantly forgiven realm? I’d choose carefully only radiant health to overwhelm. Willing to be dynamic and strong. I’d decree blessings to come along. What a bastion of felicity with equanimity at the helm.
As each constructive thought weighs on the life-scale, finally tilting in our favour, we naturally turn our attention to others and how we can be of service to them while allowing them their being. It wrenches the heart to see so much suffering all the while our hand out stretched, thinking, think love.
After one’s hand has been bit, slapped, burned, pinched, and sledge-hammered, one might want to think about keepin’ that hand selective!
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