Quote of the Day
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The Rules for being Human
1. You will receive a body. You may like it or hate it, but it’s the only thing you are sure to keep for the rest of this life.
2. You will learn lessons. You are enrolled in a full-time informal school called “Life On Planet Earth”. Every person or incident is the Universal Teacher.
3. There are no mistakes, only lessons. Growth is a process of experimentation. “Failures” are as much a part of the process as “successes”.
4. A lesson is repeated until learned. It is presented to you in various forms until you learn then you can go on to the next lesson.
5. If you don’t learn easy lessons, they get harder. External problems are a precise reflection of your internal state. When you learn inner obstructions, your outside world changes. Pain is how the universe gets your attention.
6. You will know you’ve learned a lesson when your actions change. Wisdom is practice. A little of something is better than a lot of nothing.
7. “There” is no better than “here.” When your “there” becomes a “here” you will simply obtain another “there” that again looks better than “here.”
8. Others are only a mirror of you. You cannot love or hate something about another unless it reflects something you love or hate about yourself.
9. Your life is up to you. Life provides the canvas; you do the painting. Take charge of your life-or someone else will.
10. You always get what you want. Your subconscious rightfully determines what energies, experiences and people you attract therefore, the only foolproof way to know what you want, is to see what you have. There are no victims, only students.
11. There is no right or wrong, but there are consequences. Moralizing doesn’t help. Judgments only hold the patterns in place. Just do your best.
12. Your answers lie inside you. Children need guidance from others; as we mature; we trust our hearts, where the Laws of Spirit are written. You know more than you have heard read or been told. All you need to do is to look, listen and trust.
13. You will forget all this.
14. You can remember any time you wish.
From the Los Angeles Resources Newspaper, March 1994
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I Feel You by Jenny Holzer
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When someone tells you, “I love you,” and then you feel, “Oh, I must be worthy after all,” that’s an illusion. That’s not true. Or someone says, “I hate you,” and you think, “Oh, God, I knew it; I’m not very worthy,” that’s not true either. Neither one of these thoughts hold any intrinsic reality. They are an overlay. When someone says, “I love you,” he is telling you about himself, not you. When someone says, “I hate you,” she is telling you about herself, not you. World views are self views—literally.
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Trust the process.
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Alphaville by Jean-Luc Godard
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2004
I may not be enthusiastic about much, but when I like something, I really like it. It seems as though my life is just a long string of
obsessions and small habits, most of which fade, some of which endure.
Like the compulsive buying of Sainsbury’s vegetable samosas, 1.59 at the
then-local shop. Or the pair of jeans that I’ll wear five days out of
the week for months on end, because they are comfortable and serve me
well. The same with shoes. The same with songs.
But, with the material things, I’ll wear them out until the seams are
frayed and dirty, and there’ll be this strange comfort in knowing that
these are objects that have endured with time, objects that have
acquired a history. I hold dear all that is deteriorating from frequent
use. And just the same, I look fondly, comfortably, on the way that all
this necessary soil accumulates along the threads of everyone else’s
belongings, evidence of living within a city – on the white-shirted
elbows grazing the same surfaces as hundreds before, the coat-tails
dirtied by one too many train journeys, the duct tape wound around a
broken phone. I have no interest in the pristine.
And I like to watch things run themselves dry, fill themselves up,
run themselves out – glasses of water, bottles of perfume, the soap that
sits on the ledge of the bathtub, the pen writing its final sentence,
those notebooks so packed full of words that not another letter could
possibly fit.
—Anonymous