maybe read part 1 first – read here Introducing the wheel of self reflection How did we go from infinity and oneness to separation and opposition? Perhaps Duality is an illusion? Could we blame the mirror neurons buried deep in our brains for tricking us out of the Garden of…
Feeling Stuck? Think like a cyclist
Perhaps you have noticed, it isn’t actually possible to ride a bike unless you keep moving. Life’s the same. The secret is to just keep moving. Here’s how. 2600 years ago Buddha said “life is dukkha” and although “dukkha” is usually translated as “suffering” it actually means “stuck wheel” as…
Second Q&A replay – Markus Hirzig on grounding and developing subtle competencies
Here’s the replay of the second call with Markus. Notice how Markus asks each person if they want a general answer or a specific and personal one. This makes a huge difference to what happens next. Thanks to Michael, about 55 minutes into the call, Markus had the opportunity to…
Next Step? Wind under your wings. Q&A tomorrow
Some albatrosses can fly for months, even years non stop without touching solid ground. How do they do it? Are you a bit like this? And what can you do better? Firstly, it takes special conditions for these big birds to get started. Their wings are so large they need…
A challenge to the free press
Here’s a way we can all participate in grounding the depression that’s growing within our collective Zeitgeist using the mathematics of mother nature herself. The Fibonacci sequence. Let’s attempt to stay open and creative to whatever is arising in us and then the next day we attempt to double this…
How to ground the storm?
United states knows how to put out a storm How? Solid ground Where is it? In the “I” of the storm US = My I + your I Open just a fraction to let in the future United “States” again? A united state of mind How to ground it more…
The space between stories
There’s a story trying to write itself thru me, thru you, through all of us. I’ve been writing a lot to you my journal about this but not putting it out there into the world. Lots of half written unfinished stories, like our lives in a way… the joy is…