MAKE GOOD CHOICES

More and more people are beginning to latch onto the fact that there is a mechanism to the big accident we like to call the Universe. The biggest part of this mechanism is beautifully invisible, and is, as I like to think, a second gravity. The first one, the Isaac Newton one, pulls into the earth, while the second, the Law of Attraction, kinds of pulls ‘across’. There again, it doesn’t so much pull as ‘matches’.

As everything in the universe vibrates, this ‘force’ matches like vibrations and puts them together. Like Attracts Like. Birds of a feather, flock together (easier to pick off by falcons), animals of a hide, together reside, Men in uniform, stand together and conform (until they get picked off by women who like men in uniform). I’ve often wondered where to draw the line with that one i.e. Man + Soldier Uniform = Babe Magnet Man + Council overalls uniform picking litter off streets = Non babe magnet. Man + Busdriver Uniform = Kind of middle of the road. Tend to atract babes with, erm, ‘troubles’? Women who partner up with and marry busdrivers actually have great imaginations. They you see, don’t actually see a bus, they see an aeroplane; it’s a kind of ‘near enough’ thing.

Let’s face it, each time their pilot goes out on the road, he turns into a warrior, at war with the general public. If he returns home at the end of the shift, he’s a hero ... if he doesn’t. If he doesn’t?! You see, there are loads of rough areas around Ghost Town holding many busdrivers as hostages. The ransom is usually a couple of bottles of strong cider, but, unfortunately, the management doesn’t negotiate with terrorists; they just take on another busdriver. The uniform of the inspectors is of course black, which depicts power, and projects fear, which is silly, because black when used in conjunction with a car or a hi fi projects quality. Bus inspectors, or quazi nazis as I like to call them are not babe magnets; I think women feel the cruelty from black uniforms.

Now you see, I began with talking about a universal law, the Law of Attraction, which is the one which governs your life whether you like it or not however your life is at the moment. It is the direct result of something that is part of your life ‘all the time’ i.e. Gravity 2, or the Law of Attraction.

You cannot NOT use it, BUT, to ‘learn’ (remember) how to use it takes mental effort. And so, the vast majority of people decide to carry on as normal, dealing with the ‘self created’ unwanted stuff best they can, when it could be a lot easier. Of course, when you take this (gradual) change in thinking on (it’s hard to change 30 years of conditioned thinking in a week), you begin to change into the ‘real’ you, and people notice this, because you become ‘different’ ... and, then, it can get tough. Society likes conformity, especially the people close to you, who like consistency i.e. to ‘know’ you ... actually, they know a watered down version of you; a shadow.

THE THREE LITTLE PIGS OF LIFE

L-R Mumbo, Jumbo, and Wisdom.

Mumbo and Jumbo are ‘even though they hide it well’, miserable, forever being bothered by the wolf huffing and puffing at the door, or the TV set, or at work, etc, even though they have brick built houses (and bills, oh those bills). Wisdom? He don’t care about bills, the bills take care of themselves, he just likes to feel good. he also sees the wolf’s huffings and puffings from all direction as just that; hot air. His brothers say, “That stuff you talk about is mumbo jumbo”, he replies “Well, if that stuff you talk about makes you miserable all the time, it obviously doesnt work” ... “Ah they reply, but life isn’t meant to be fun” ... to which he replies “Yeah ok, pigs might fly, eh?”

This is Norman. Norman is the original pig from the ‘Pigs might fly’ belief system. When Norman talks he sounds like ET. He never flies, but, as helium is lighter then air, he does lots of very very gentle farts. Norman is powered by very strong doubt.

 There was once a miserable dog you see, and he was always howling because he was sat on a thistle. He could have moved and relieved the pain, but, unfortunately for him, he was too lazy. He would say to passers by, “Life’s a real pain in the ass you know.”

Your life is fully controllable, gradually, ‘but’ if you are too lazy to learn how to use the controls, or think the controls are mumbo and jumbo; nothing is going to make any sense, and then ‘life’s a bitch, then you die’.

But then, I may shift into something funny, which hopefully gets a laugh, and you may feel good when laughing ... and that is life, to feel good. So in the seminars, we get people to feel good; and it works some of the time (some people are too locked off).

SEMINARS These are designed to put out the relevant information, and have a laugh. That to me means forcefeeding a lot of info, and then using the funny bits to help people digest the thought food. It’s a good job I like looking and acting like a twit.

Obvoiusly, it is not possible in the usual hour spot to put across all information, but we have an e mail, and a phone number, and you are welcome to contact us for further information.