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Multiple bodies at separate times

Up to now, I’ve had five different bodies in my lifetime. No – make that six – I’ve just remembered another one.

Those bodies are, in no particular order: Fat, baby, muscular, thin, child and blond.

I’m in my fat body now. Before that I was in my thin body. Fat again before that, and muscular (and toned) before that. Blond twice before that. Fat before that. Thin before that. Child before that. And baby before that.

I’ve been me all the way through those different bodies, but have been completely different depending on what body I was wearing at the time. Yes, I’ve always been quiet. Yes, I’ve always liked to keep myself to myself. (Can’t really comment on my baby body, but I’m presuming I was similar). But my thoughts have always been my own throughout time. Well, I hope they have, anyhow.

I’ve looked so different with each body.

Looking at some older photos of me, even I don’t recognise myself. How weird is that?

I’ve classed blond as a separate body; as I looked different during one of my thin to muscular stages, and wanted to keep it separate. I don’t have any photos of my blond stage unfortunately. There must be some somewhere, though – I’ll send a cosmic order for some to turn up (but only nice ones – if there’s any of me in questionable situations I don’t want to see them!!!)

Thinking back, I’ve actually felt different in each body. I had more confidence in my thin and muscular bodies, less confidence in my fat body. I was of the highest confidence level ever in my blond body. I had more energy in my child body. And just a warm memory from my baby body.

There’s a part in The Secret that mentions the cells of the body are constantly being replaced, and over time we can have a brand new body. I don’t think it was referring to my example above, but I quite like my take on it. I did feel differently within each different stage of my life, and my body was completely different. All I need to do is remember the aspects of each particular stage of my life that I liked, and bring them forward into my life now. I can clearly remember how my life was at each stage (well, apart from baby, but that was a nice memory), as everything I experienced then was part of my life. If I like it, I’ll have it again, thank you very much.

I won’t have the rocker bleached blond look again. I really did love that look, but I was at the right age at the time (in my opinion) although it was a bit of a shock to others when they first saw me. The look on their faces was hilarious, but they got to like it too, in the end. Besides, my crown is a bit bigger nowadays, so my hair may look a bit orange around the middle! I’ll have to try to bring forward the part of my body that had a full crown. When I get that back, I may just go blond for one more time! Only joking!!!

I keep saying I can have the life that I want. I just have to know what I want, and do what I need to, to ensure that I can get closer to actually achieving what I want. Some things will come to me without me having to do much work; others, I’ll have to do a bit more. I am entitled to have my life as I want to have it, so I might as well have it in the body I want to have too!

I’ll have the perfect body. I’ll have the perfect personality. I’ll wear the perfect clothes for me. I’ll be the perfect person. I’ll have my perfect life. I’ll be able to help others to achieve their perfect lives too.

Writing this blog has made me seem to be very selfish, and self-centred. Well, the blog certainly is self-centered. It’s my blog, and it’s about me. It’s about me getting to know myself better. I’ve decided to publish it, rather than keeping a journal, as it is a different way of expressing my self.

I don’t think I’m selfish, however, although a certain level of selfishness is perfectly acceptable. What good would we be to anyone, if we spent all of our time for other people, leaving none for ourselves?

If any of my posts make you smile, or think just a bit differently, then that is a bonus. I’m doing this blog to get to know me better. And do you know what? It is working already!

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Living the dream?

I’ve had many dreams over the years. Some of them have been amazing adventures… in some, I’ve been flying all over town just taking in the views from different perspectives… in others, I’ve had problems coming in to land after flying. Some dreams have seen me visit ‘strange’ places, but I knew them like the back of my hand… some I have travelled back in time and visited my family (and even myself when I was little)… others I have been living in a very large house, with many rooms. Quite a lot of my dreams are very vivid, some scary, but on the whole they are extremely pleasant.

I bought a dream dictionary once, found the interpretations very interesting, until one person I worked with made me see them in a different light. She simply said “how can anyone else interpret what my dreams mean?” And since then, I haven’t used the dream dictionary.

I love reading or hearing about other people’s dreams too, but don’t comment on them now, unless I’m passing a light hearted comment about something happening to the dreamer. Well… 😉

Like my friend said, dreams are personal, and my dream of my extremely large multi-roomed house, with large gardens, three floors, balconies, sun terraces, split level flooring on the ground floor, hidden staircase to the third floor, large windows, and one room that is decorated like something from the 1950s  will mean something completely different to someone else who may have a similar dream.

I’ve noticed that a lot of my dreams include height. I’m either flying very high (although in one embarrassingly vivid dream, I was flying at a snail’s pace one centimetre above the ground. I was flying, but to everyone around me it looked as though I was just lying on the floor.) Or there are stairs, different levels, or I’m looking down off rooftops. I’m sure the dream dictionary would cover these as ‘reaching for great heights’ or ‘feeling superior over others’ or ‘need to reach new levels’ or something like that. There may be some truth in that. I do want to live in my large house (the one I’ve described above) but does it ever exist? Am I reaching for something I cannot attain? Or am I getting myself ready for when I am soaring high, in my amazing pad?

That feeling superior over others isn’t true at all. I read a quote recently that went something like ‘in reality, nothing is superior. Likewise nothing is inferior. It just is’. So there!

The odd thing about my dreams of the house… there’s always the many rooms, the many levels, the many stairs, the many doors, the many different ways to get there, the many rooftop terraces, the many gardens, the many other things… the house is completely different in each dream, yet it is always very familiar. It is definitely my house that is for sure. I am never aware that I am dreaming, but my one bedroom flat is completely different, so I would hope that one day I will become aware that I am dreaming.

That is one of the things that I must experience; Lucid Dreaming. Being asleep, knowing you are dreaming, and being able to control when, where and how you go, and who you meet. Imagine the possibilities… what can be learned, what can be done… I’m not at that stage yet, so I can only dream! <- See what I did there?!

Whether I do learn to become conscious in my dreams, or not, will have to wait to be seen… as soon as I do it though, I’ll have something big to write about! In the meantime, I can but only go on, enjoying, and living my dreams. Even if they aren’t an exact match to my current reality, I’m happy with what I’ve got.

But I wonder. When I get my house, what will I dream of then?

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The amazing weather

I was only joking six days ago, when I said it was colder now than when we were having those heavy snow showers back in January, and the weather today has certainly proved me to be wrong with the temperature! It’s been scorching today! And I’ve been in work, with a throbbing face (more on this in a future post.) Still, the day passed, and I’m home now, and typing away at another random post.

These posts of mine aren’t in any particular order, I must add, just in case you were wondering. I’m just adding random snippets about me from all times of my life. The posts about the future are at present only dreams, but one day I’ll be looking back at these posts after having done some, if not all, of what I am dreaming about, and remembering them fondly too. Here’s a line from a song I heard in The Eurovision Song Contest last year:

If you don’t know your destination, who determines your destiny?

That line has stuck in my mind ever since, and I like it.

I’m writing about the weather today. I love the weather. All of it. I know, it’s easy to moan and grumble when it’s wet and windy, but being British, I love a good moan, so no complaints there! Besides, if it weren’t for the rain, we wouldn’t be surrounded by all the lush greenery in the summer, would we?

I like the sun, because it makes me feel good. I like the wind because it makes me feel alive. I like the rain because it refreshes everywhere. I like the snow because it’s chilling and relaxing. I like thunder and lightening because of it’s drama. I like hailstone because of its force. I like fog, because it is mysterious. And when they all combine, well, wow!

I remember one summer watching a heavy rain shower travel up the road toward’s me. My half of the street was in glorious sunshine, the other end of the street had this travelling ‘wall of rain’ heading my way. It wasn’t long before the rain reached my part of the street, and then it just looked like a normal rain shower.

Another thing that I like to see is rainbows. Sometimes, I can expect to see a rainbow, and others I feel the rainbow likes to surprise me. I asked for a sign (that I would get a job) to be a rainbow. I went for an interview, the weather was a bit overcast and showery, and after the interview I thought ‘that went well’. Walked around the corner of the building and there, in the sky, in front of me, was the biggest and boldest rainbow I’d ever seen. It was amazing, and literally blew me away. And I got the job. The interview was on the Friday, and I started the following Monday. I had definitely received my sign.

Sometimes, we do feel the force of the weather, but it is all natural. I think it is just a reminder that no matter just how advanced we humans become with our technology, nature will always have the upper hand. You just need to look at the effects of the Icelandic volcano to see that fact. I find it all fascinating.

Do you know what the amazing thing is? I’m part of that fascinating world! Sometimes, I feel as though I’m just watching things pass me by, but in reality I’m as much involved as everyone else.

What an amazing opportunity this ‘living’ actually is!

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What was I thinking?

Blimey, I’ve done some embarrassing things over the years.

In my second job, I worked for BT for a few years as an operator. I wasn’t too keen on the Directory Enquiries part of the job, although some days were better than others. I did enjoy working on the switchboard answering 100 and 999 calls. The switchboard was the old plug type, and the headsets were great big trumpet things that looked as though they came out of the ark. Just before I left, the switchboard was being replaced by a new-fangled computer system, which I also had the pleasure to use for a few months. No, the job wasn’t embarrassing, although it got a bit iffy when I said the wrong thing. What was embarrassing was what I did to my hair.

There was an engineer who had his hair quite fluffy. It was sticking up, but not spiky, if that makes sense. It did actually look good. And you must remember this was the early to mid eighties, and everyone had big hair. I wanted my hair to look better. Not that I was competing with this engineer, but because I felt inspired by him. We never really spoke, so I suppose he inspired me from afar. I bought myself some hairspray (I think it was called Falcon or something – I’m not sure if it still available today) and styled my hair in a floppy yet spiky way. Now my hair is extremely strong. It is fine and very straight. And I’m sure it does what it wants to do. So I went to work with my hair sticking up all over the place, held into place with this hairspray, until I got outside, in the wind, and had to wait for the bus. By the time I had got to work, only half of the hair was up, the other half was down and goodness only knows how the back was. I also had to wear the vice-like trumpet headset all day, so there was also a ridge going over the top. Embarrassing enough, but I think I wore my hair like that for about a month. I don’t think I ever looked at the engineer again after that.

Moving forward a few years, there was a talent night in one of the local pubs, which took place every Sunday night. It was a bit like ‘Britain’s Got Talent’ but on a much smaller scale and without the judges. It was open to everyone. In the beginning, only a handful of people attended. The acts were funny, and entertaining. And the nights were good. A lot of my family went, and every so often one of them would go on stage and perform a song, or dance or mini show. One of our friends suggested that we (Me and her) perform the following week. I thought it was a good idea. I was drinking wine, quantro and lemonade in a tall glass at the time which will probably explain why I said yes.  Well, we practised the song (“You’re the one that I want” from Grease – I’m not sure what its correct title is) using plastic spoons as microphones, and drinking lemon Hooch and eating strawberries. We were good. Maybe to ourselves, but we were. We were ready to perform. The Sunday night arrived, and we walked into the room. It was full to overflowing. Our party always sat in the corner at the back, so there were seats for us, but I have no idea why it was so busy that night. I’d mentioned to a few people that I was doing the song with my friend, but that could not have been the reason why so many people turned up. Well that was it. Being the shy type, my nerve went. We got up on stage – we’d talked one of my cousins in to providing some backing harmonies for us – and the second problem occurred. The musicians didn’t know the music. So we asked them just to strum their guitars, and we would sing anyway. My friend started singing, but the wrong words. I just stood there, and someone from the room shouted “What does the dummy do?” I just started laughing and had to leave the stage. Luckily the place was dark, so I don’t think my luminous red face was that noticeable as I walked through the crowd to my seat in the corner.

I love my embarrassing moments. Well, not all of them, and there really are some humdingers that I really do want to forget. I’ll use EFT on the memory of these extremely awkward moments to see if that will make them feel any better – I’m sure it will. The way I see things now, there is no point regretting anything I have done – they’re done, and that’s that. The two examples above have only come back to mind since I started writing this blog, so I’m sure there will be more.  I think I can see some intense tapping coming up very soon.

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Secret teachings

I recently discovered this article on http://www.johnassaraf.com.

John is one of the teachers featured in The Secret, and I would recommend you either read the book or watch the movie – or both! It is extremely worth it! Oh, and visit John’s site as well – I’d better put that as I’ve ‘borrowed’ his article!

The Value of an hour.

When I was 21 years-old, a gentleman asked me what I thought the value of an hour was. I honestly did not know how to answer the question. He went on to teach me one of the most valuable lessons I have ever learned.

He suggested that the value of an hour was priceless. This confused me some, so this is what he said to me.

“If you invest one hour each day in understanding yourself and your environment better, you will accumulate nine 40-hour weeks over the course of a year!”

Yikes! As you can imagine I was blown away when he put it to me that way.

Nine 40-hour weeks? This seemed impossible until I did the math. 365 days, times one hour each is…yup, nine 40-hour weeks!

He went on to ask me how good I could get at something if I did it all day, every day for just over 2 months. Well, you already know the answer to that.

I thought I could be awesome!

He went on to tell me that over the course of just five years, I would have invested the equivalent of 1,825 hours of focus on whatever I desired to accomplish my life.

Imagine for a minute, how good you can become at anything that you did one hour a day for the next year. How fit could you get? How much more in love would you get and give? How much more money could you earn?

Let me suggest that one hour is a small price to pay in comparison to the payoff. Just one hour a day may be the razor’s edge you need to really get the results you want in your life.

For me, the decision was easy. I have been studying human potential and the mind for over 20 years. Each time I think I’m getting a good handle on it, I am gently reminded of how much there is to observe and learn.

Is getting what you want worth an hour a day? I certainly hope so.

I still manage to set aside my hour to read motivational stories or listen to inspirational people. They are the fuel for my mind and it keeps me learning and yearning for more.

Please adopt an hour a day for yourself! Pick one area of your life that you want to improve and commit the next 90 days to that one thing.

I assure you that the results you achieve will be well worth the decision! And remember…you can’t take out of life more than you put in.

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