"All of us can recall some inexplicably wondrous moment in our lives when circumstances seemed to miraculously conspire for our advantage." – Garry Jacobs (author of The Vital Corporation on Roy Posners book The Miraculous Phenomenon of Life Responses.)
A friend of mine asked me to check out a site: www.gurusoftware.com/GuruNet/Start.htm
On the site I found a free downloadable PDF book that helped me tremendously through the walk of life. I began understanding so many little key aspects that turned the cog wheels to set things in motion. I've always felt the under current of things, little patterns and connections, but never truly understood why and how come they work the way they did. This book explained it all. This was the start to my new life or new existence rather.
"Life Response explains in crystal clear terms the true nature of our relationship with the world around us. It depicts life as a mirror. It tells us of the precise one-to-one correspondences between our inner consciousness and events in the world around us. It presents us with the secret code needed to decipher these correspondences. But even more importantly, it presents us with a set of inner keys for mastery over outer life -- it provides us with the remarkable knowledge of how to make life respond." –Garry Jacobs (author of The Vital Corporation on Roy Posners book The Miraculous Phenomenon of Life Responses.)
The book speaks of how a change in consciousness can attract abundance. Pretty much positive science but a lot easier to work with and understand. Events such as cleaning your fridge to get more work and the subtle mechanics of how these two attributes are linked and can create a movement to our advantage.
It explains how the outside world, we perceive, is a reflection of something going on inside of us. When we master our internal working we can change the outside conditions, an inner - outer correspondence. This ultimately concludes there is a oneness to life between the outside world and our inner workings.
"...a shift in the “spin” of an electron of an atom can instantly affect the spin of another electron of that same atom even if the two particles are on opposite sides of the world -- or the other end of the galaxy! " - Roy Posner.
According to Posner this is also true for non-material things including variations and fluctuations in our feelings, emotions, attitudes, thoughts, and beliefs.
So if a change in attitude can create a response from the outside world what is it that causes this movement to occur in the first place?
When an individual initiates a response this generates a certain amount of energy. There are four types of energy, physical, vital, mental and spiritual.
" Imagine that the energies we generate move out across a kind of cosmic highway -- a “web of life” if you will -- that correlates and coordinates related elements and circumstances along those pathways." - Roy Posner.
When we make changes in our consciousness we tap into this web of life. This web is in a state of equilibrium. Once disturbed in needs to revert to it's original state and hence a reaction occurs between our shift in consciousness and the outside world.
We can now say that making the right choice is an integral part of our daily happenings but often this is easier said then done.
This book lays out four simple keys to use on how to make those cross road decisions. There are even methods to identify as practise in recognising these attributes through literature and film.
While there are no hard rules, the best choices are:
1. those that are helpful (over that which is uninvolved or harmful)
2. those that focus on the needs of others (over that which serves our own self- interest)
3. those that are positive and upbeat (over that which is negative and glum)
4. those that engender calm and patience (over that which is disturbed and impatient).
Sounds simple but check out his examples of real life occurrences and when you start practising you will notice how often we never consider this method. You have to give the book a read and start practising it to truly understand this method and you will realise it's not as ridiculous as it sounds.
To be continued...:)
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Sunday, 23 June 2013
The Daily Foxx: Yoga warm ups, exercise and meditation.
I don't have the time to gym and I've hit 30. So I've need to start taking care of myself from now before I wake up one morning and look in the mirror and think what went wrong. Manual, physical labour takes it's toll especially when one works through the night till early hours of the morning. Jumping into bed, you wake up the next morning feeling as though you were crammed into a can that has an irregular shape.
Exercising helps me stay fit. Sometimes supper takes place only after work finishes at 7am in the morning. At that hour you eat anything that is quick and easy to prepare.
Meditation. Being surrounded by people who have their own path and method of living, I need to centre myself. My meditation includes writing repetitive positive statements, Jaap, which is calling upon the Divine's name repetitively using my Mala. (Rosary), and finally I sit in silence. Silence takes away the noise pollution from everyday life and the effect it has on the mind. The voices from the mind are very contaminated by the daily occurrences and we are unable to hear our one true voice, the voice that speaks from the heart. I end of with consecration of the events to happen, sometimes my troubles, the future, past and present.
I've decided to include drinking Molasses and a vitamin supplement. My eating patterns need to be improved desperately.
I follow a vegetarian diet. I've decided I don't want to spill the blood of an animal when it's not necessary. Been a vegetarian since the end of 1998.
Exercising helps me stay fit. Sometimes supper takes place only after work finishes at 7am in the morning. At that hour you eat anything that is quick and easy to prepare.
Meditation. Being surrounded by people who have their own path and method of living, I need to centre myself. My meditation includes writing repetitive positive statements, Jaap, which is calling upon the Divine's name repetitively using my Mala. (Rosary), and finally I sit in silence. Silence takes away the noise pollution from everyday life and the effect it has on the mind. The voices from the mind are very contaminated by the daily occurrences and we are unable to hear our one true voice, the voice that speaks from the heart. I end of with consecration of the events to happen, sometimes my troubles, the future, past and present.
I've decided to include drinking Molasses and a vitamin supplement. My eating patterns need to be improved desperately.
I follow a vegetarian diet. I've decided I don't want to spill the blood of an animal when it's not necessary. Been a vegetarian since the end of 1998.
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My List Of Quotes from 2011 - 2013
1. God is Love, Live In Love. - Sai Baba
2. Master the Mind and be a Master Mind. - Sai Baba
3. Suffering Succotash - Sylvester (From Tweety and Sylvester)
4. The Sky is your Limit, the Universe is Mine. Unknown. (Given to me by Super J).
5. Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!Whoo-hoo. Daffy Duck.
Quote 6. Life Responses
"Our outward happenings have their seed within, And even this random Fate that imitates Chance,
This mass of unintelligible results,
Are the dumb graph of truths that work unseen:
The laws of the Unknown create the known.”
-from „Savitri‟ by Sri Aurobindo
2. Master the Mind and be a Master Mind. - Sai Baba
3. Suffering Succotash - Sylvester (From Tweety and Sylvester)
4. The Sky is your Limit, the Universe is Mine. Unknown. (Given to me by Super J).
5. Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!Whoo-hoo. Daffy Duck.
Quote 6. Life Responses
"Our outward happenings have their seed within, And even this random Fate that imitates Chance,
This mass of unintelligible results,
Are the dumb graph of truths that work unseen:
The laws of the Unknown create the known.”
-from „Savitri‟ by Sri Aurobindo
Tuesday, 29 January 2013
It's A Family Affair (Part 5)
So here I was in someone else's home. The girl I lived with was cool. But after awhile things grew a bit uncomfortable.
Her parents were starting to figure out that she was a Lesbian. She went into panic and wanted me to pretend to have some interest in her to keep things running smooth. Of course I didn't agree and after a short period her parents had figured I was gay too. She was in hot water though because they were trying to get her involved with a guy that she would have to eventually marry.
My attention had been diverted though. Some cash went missing and it was kind of hinted that it was me who had done the deed. Short while later I had moved out because the discomfort had grown a bit too much at this point. Which lead me to my next living environment.
I had moved in with my best friend from school.
Her parents were starting to figure out that she was a Lesbian. She went into panic and wanted me to pretend to have some interest in her to keep things running smooth. Of course I didn't agree and after a short period her parents had figured I was gay too. She was in hot water though because they were trying to get her involved with a guy that she would have to eventually marry.
My attention had been diverted though. Some cash went missing and it was kind of hinted that it was me who had done the deed. Short while later I had moved out because the discomfort had grown a bit too much at this point. Which lead me to my next living environment.
I had moved in with my best friend from school.
Saturday, 19 January 2013
Borderline (Part 4)

On campus I met a couple. A lesbian couple. I was intrigued by their love for each other and by this point my fantasy that the city would have had romance to offer by now had turned into a fading light. I wasn't meeting that many gay people so nothing much was happening in that department of my life. The girl looked a bit like an Indian version of Buffy the vampire slayer. I just had to start a small conversation or say something...
This then lead to a friendship and eventually I was being offered a room to board. My excitement grew but my main focus was the hand that held the brush. Since love had lied to me I consumed my heart with the love of creativity and with all the battles of not being able to afford things my graphic design studies had already suffered well enough. Being tired on top of all the worries was not helping with the wrought iron gates to the Tertiary education world.
So back in the Hot City and living in a very residential area I began the next chapter of my journey....
from the haunted room, to the haunted house...oh and i forgot to mention that I also moved to another farm town for a short period to do a bit of admin work, to a city apartment and back on the road travelling to and from...to eventually landing a little room in a little residential area.
My time there had some highlighted moments but in my blood I knew it wasn't going to last long....
To Be Continued...
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Tuesday, 15 January 2013
Hot In The City (Part 3)
From a haunted room to a haunted house to, "this little Foxx's." making his way to the city.
I had finished school and it was time for me to leave the hill and venture out into the world. College here I come.
Moved to Durban and into the city. Shared a place with my cousin.
I remember one night I had thought to myself "I can't believe this is happening." I went through many struggles and things like getting a tertiary education was not really in my parents budget plan. Leaving home was very important to me. Not that I wasn't grateful to my parents or anything, but I was a very different little Foxx and my little home town was not going to cope with me. I was Indian, South African, gay and goth to name a few queer things. Leaving home was like a journey to explore myself and what the rest of the world had to offer that the old farm town didn't have. The sky was the limit.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=PinBVYKQGeM
So here i was...on a mid summer night, sleeping in a tall city apartment at the top floor. It was really hot and humid in the tiny place, in the not so safe city. The windows were open and a gush of wind came through. The curtain danced with wind allowing flashes of blue light to come through from the near-by building lights of the Royal Hotel. The city sang a low rumble song reminding me that it was alive, that there were places to go, things to do, faces to place identities too and who knew what else was to come.
I had made my way sure enough but like all shiny metals...they can rust with Durban salty sea breeze. Things we're not working out between my cousin and I...my parents weren't paying the rent on time and things we're like a cat on a hot tin roof. I had also fallen for a guy that just couldn't do commitment and college was getting too costly and so I wasn't keeping up. The days grew darker and the summer was melting the butter that nobody refrigerated.
Creaky handles down the hallways of my bedroom, to a new home where things went bump at night to the city apartment and it was all slowly fading again, slipping from my hands like trying to catch smoke using my paws.
So i had to move out and did a bit of travelling to and from the farm town to the city everyday. Tiring!?! it sure was....but the tiredness was to lead me to my next home...
I had finished school and it was time for me to leave the hill and venture out into the world. College here I come.
Moved to Durban and into the city. Shared a place with my cousin.
I remember one night I had thought to myself "I can't believe this is happening." I went through many struggles and things like getting a tertiary education was not really in my parents budget plan. Leaving home was very important to me. Not that I wasn't grateful to my parents or anything, but I was a very different little Foxx and my little home town was not going to cope with me. I was Indian, South African, gay and goth to name a few queer things. Leaving home was like a journey to explore myself and what the rest of the world had to offer that the old farm town didn't have. The sky was the limit.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=PinBVYKQGeM
So here i was...on a mid summer night, sleeping in a tall city apartment at the top floor. It was really hot and humid in the tiny place, in the not so safe city. The windows were open and a gush of wind came through. The curtain danced with wind allowing flashes of blue light to come through from the near-by building lights of the Royal Hotel. The city sang a low rumble song reminding me that it was alive, that there were places to go, things to do, faces to place identities too and who knew what else was to come.
I had made my way sure enough but like all shiny metals...they can rust with Durban salty sea breeze. Things we're not working out between my cousin and I...my parents weren't paying the rent on time and things we're like a cat on a hot tin roof. I had also fallen for a guy that just couldn't do commitment and college was getting too costly and so I wasn't keeping up. The days grew darker and the summer was melting the butter that nobody refrigerated.
Creaky handles down the hallways of my bedroom, to a new home where things went bump at night to the city apartment and it was all slowly fading again, slipping from my hands like trying to catch smoke using my paws.
So i had to move out and did a bit of travelling to and from the farm town to the city everyday. Tiring!?! it sure was....but the tiredness was to lead me to my next home...
The House On The Haunted Hill (Part 2)
The new house was at the edge of the town on a hill with red bricks. The house was bright and seemed very normal at the time.
Once we we're all settled and living comfortably it started to happen...
The curtain railings would creek as though something was walking on it. It would only happen when people would be in the room and would talk. One night while cramming late night math homework after watching too much t.v., I turned off the radio in the adjacent kitchen which stayed on mostly through the day. I started to hear a weird sound coming from the now turned off radio. Next the oven that had not worked in a long time started to make a strange tapping sound during the late hours of the night. After that were the knocks on the door and footsteps in the ceiling. A string of weird events and sounds continued for a long time. Of course we always had rational excuses for what was happening but sometimes it just was too... like Skully denying everything Moulder was saying in an episode of X Files. I mean after all the strange paranormal activity she was the one who looked a little nuts by denying that the truth was out there. My brother was still the one to suffer the most because he would often experience more than we or the general person in the house would experience. Shadows constantly slipping past him. The feeling of something sitting on his chest at night. It was disturbing...My sister and I once had a little, almost burnt-like ring mark in the same places on our chests.
Our gardener would often find strange things in the yard. Pieces of crocodile legs, coins wrapped in red cloths, weird things wrapped in newspaper and so on...
To be continued...
Once we we're all settled and living comfortably it started to happen...
The curtain railings would creek as though something was walking on it. It would only happen when people would be in the room and would talk. One night while cramming late night math homework after watching too much t.v., I turned off the radio in the adjacent kitchen which stayed on mostly through the day. I started to hear a weird sound coming from the now turned off radio. Next the oven that had not worked in a long time started to make a strange tapping sound during the late hours of the night. After that were the knocks on the door and footsteps in the ceiling. A string of weird events and sounds continued for a long time. Of course we always had rational excuses for what was happening but sometimes it just was too... like Skully denying everything Moulder was saying in an episode of X Files. I mean after all the strange paranormal activity she was the one who looked a little nuts by denying that the truth was out there. My brother was still the one to suffer the most because he would often experience more than we or the general person in the house would experience. Shadows constantly slipping past him. The feeling of something sitting on his chest at night. It was disturbing...My sister and I once had a little, almost burnt-like ring mark in the same places on our chests.
Our gardener would often find strange things in the yard. Pieces of crocodile legs, coins wrapped in red cloths, weird things wrapped in newspaper and so on...
To be continued...
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