Common Roadblocks

One of the most common roadblocks people experience in the use of Column 6 & 13 is connected with Perception without awareness (PWA), or a lack of trust therein.

Mostly this hurdle is expressed similarly to this:

" But when it happened there was no one else in the room"? and closely followed by " How *.... can someone else be doing the exact opposite if there was no one else there?" 

( *... I have left the 3 dots for you to insert the swearwords of your choice if you need to express intensity:) I know I have:)

Well, lets see if the hidden divine intelligent order of the universe was something straightforward and obvious we would all walk around in absolute bliss all day long and absolutely nothing would ever get done. The reason for this concept being slightly obtuse in nature is for you to experience the joys of polarity ( eg: I lurve you or I hate you) in order to propel you forward in life motivating you to fulfil your voids.

The purpose of Columns 6 & 13 is  for you to see the synchronicity in the event in question. Dr Demartini has called it THE GREAT DISCOVERY. And so to discover something is to seek it, to look for it, search it out and find it. So relax a little before you begin your search, yes it is an act of seeking, of expanding your view to include your greater sphere of awareness. PS: Lets face it,IF it was meant to be straightforward it would have been called " the great obvious". 

Just like in Dr Seuss' Horton hears a who, wherein the inhabitants of Who-ville are amazed that there is more beyond their world (which is in fact a speck of dust on a clover held up by an elephant), there too is a world beyond the normal parameters of your perception. I am not for one minute suggesting you are living on a grain of dust, but then again in terms of the whole universe we are definitely living on a rather small piece of it. There is more to the world, more to life, than your 5 senses tell you there is. Actually you would most probably be surprised that its not your eyes and ears that are causing the distortion, but that it is in fact your brain that has to filter out a vast amount of incoming information so that YOU don't go mad. Imagine if for one second you were aware of every sound, thing, image, smell etc your sensory system is bombarded with and then imagine that sensory overload in a place like Leicester square or new years eve on times square..... it would be overwhelming. So your brain does you an exceptional favour in editing out and making you aware of those stimuli that are necessary for effective functioning and essentially keeping you alive. That however does not mean the information is lost, you have access to a surprisingly large amount of that stored info should you choose to.

Here is a little exercise I do before I get to a particularly sticky column 6 or 13.

1. Close your eyes

2. take a deep breath

3. Go back to the exact memory and in your mind freeze the scene as if all the actors and

or props on a stage are frozen.

4. Feel yourself sitting in your chair and in your mind say

"I can expand my awareness"

5. Think of your positioning in the room and in your mind say

" I know how to expand my awareness"

6. Think of your positioning in the house or building and in your mind say

"I am expanding my awareness"

7. Think of your positioning on a map of your city/country/the world and then the universe.

and in your mind say " my awareness is expanded"

 .... go back to the memory and you may find it much easier to answer the question of

WHO DID THE OPPOSITE?

Just like your mind is subject to subliminal marketing, the suggestions of a stage hypnotist or perhaps such a simple example as driving a route you drive often, but on this particular day when you reach your destination you realize that you don't really know how you got there ( almost like a daydream) your mind has access to a vast amount of information.

Here's the science bit!!!!!

Your conscious mind has only 40 bits of information per second capacity.

Your unconscious mind has a average of 11 million bits of information capacity per second.

Therefore your conscious mind ( that what you experience as "me" and "life") is one grain of sand ,compared to the unconscious mind ( ie. the total of what your senses take in) which would be the beach that sand grain lies on.

As Dr Demartini often says in Breakthrough "... my certainty exceeds your doubt", I can absolutely say that my certainty certainly exceeds my own doubt when I get to column 6 or 13 and grumble " but I can't see it!!!!"

YES - you can

YES - you will

Keep Looking!

"But I thought I was helping her!!"

The downside of "rescuing"

Now I am the first one to admit that I do a bit of rescuing, although much less now than before. What has changed you ask? Well, that crafty side A of the Method on yourself can have the tremendous benefit of taking your head out of the clouds, thinking that some of the things you like about your character only come with "positive" consequences.

So there I was, somewhat obliviously living a slightly rose-tinted (okay, massively rose-tinted) existence of thinking that when I help/assist/encourage/rescue people .... the world becomes a better place and they live happily ever after. This one was a stinker for me :( I just didn't want to see it initially, my brain folded its arms and gave me that "you're certainly not going to convince me of that one"- look.

So rather than collapse it all in one go, I decided to chip at it one fossilized paradigm chunk at a time. I thought to myself, " ..hang on, there is no rule that says as soon as you find a character trait you have to collapse it. If this universe is really on my side and all its trying to do is to equilibrate my unloved, unbalanced perceptions; I am going to sit back, relax, have an open mind and let the universe show me." Somehow, I can't be quite sure, I thought I heard someone say " Well, miss smartypants, that's what I have been trying to do all along" right at that moment .... but I am sure it was just the wind:)

So little by little, day by day it shows up in many different forms and people around me. The one I want to share with you though is very striking so I thought It would be a good example. Here goes:

Quite some time ago I started to employ someone to help with my housework so that I could spend more time focusing on studies and facilitating transformation and as such I have been trying out different ladies from the same cleaning agency. One of the things I took away from Dr D's Prophecy day on business, was to hire only people who have a passion for what they do. So of course, once this particular individual walked through my door and declared that she is obsessed with cleaning, loves my cat, snuggles my dog and really likes cleaning my house - we had a dead fit. Naturally I started to fall into my old patterns, especially when people hit my value system on the nose, my maternal instinct kicks in. Things only really got out of hand when one day she gave me the biggest hug and said that she was so very happy working for me, my rescuing trait snuck in before I spotted it (little trickster). You can almost imagine what comes now: I help her with her English (alot), we become good friends, I make phone calls for her to help organize logistical stuff and admin, I explain the ins and outs of living in London, etc... the list just goes on.

One day I suddenly catch myself making a list in my head about all the things I am going to help her with. To my absolute surprise tho, a new thinking pattern arises reminding me " well, you can be absolutely sure there is someone in her life doing the opposite". Yikes, gulp... OK, I hadn't thought of that.

"doing all this stuff for her not looking so hot now sister" (don't ask me why the universe started talking like Whoopi Goldberg all over a sudden ?*perplexing really).

If minds could sulk, mine would have at that moment, but still with the gait of a petulant child it started the steep walk down from the top of the infatuation pedestal.

Being human and trust me I do a great job of that one, I still find it hard to believe things I cannot see, smell or touch, the thought of " Well, how exactly does it not benefit her??? explain that one to me" kept eroding my concentration like well formed fungus to heavily matured cheese. I couldn't exactly walk up to her and ask who exactly was being unhelpful in her life or even more vector specific, whose house was she cleaning who was less than encouraging or had a house she didn't like cleaning???? The tenacious terrier in me had gotten scent of the universe in equilibrium and was unlikely to give up the hunt for evidence.

You wouldn't believe this, but the next time she came around, I had just made her a cup of tea ( its an English thing we make tea for everything) when I turned to her to say " Who ..." , she interrupted me and said " I am so sorry for being so stressed last week when you were being so nice to me". My sniffer nose twitching in anticipation I said " Go on..." and balance unfolded before my eyes.

Apparently the week prior, on the same day that I was letting my little rescuing gremlin run a little riot, she had gotten a new house to clean. Although the agency had told her the house was in a lovely area and that the lady had 3 lovely children and a pretty little doggie - she turned up to a hostile neighbourhood, an absolutely filthy apartment, 3 children who threw food everywhere, a pit-bull who tried to hump her leg insistently and rather unwelcoming new employer who treated her like a servant. Her eyes welled up as she described cleaning an oven an inch thick with grease while a little tiny mouse made a dash across the kitchen floor.

Just as I was about to run for a tissue to catch her tears, she grabbed my hand and said " At least I know I have you on a Wednesday before I have to clean there ..... that way its bearable". And then I couldn't help myself and the tears started down my cheeks too, not because of guilt for co-creating this, not because of sympathy but instead heart wide open knowing that she had all the challenge and support she needed and just sheer awe of the Grand Organised Design.

The universe is always in balance.. whether you choose to see it or not, its always there in perfect equilibrium. It is our challenge to live it eyes wide open and a heart that's ready to see.

Happy collapsing:)

Pink boxer shorts (CT Absent minded)

One of the inevitable consequences of doing someone else's washing is that sooner or later you will ruin something.

Although so far in my life I seem to have escaped that particular bit of karma, today it has nabbed me in the form of pink boxer shorts. Now you may think that pink boxer shorts as such are nothing unusual, unless of course in their previous incarnation they happened to be crispy white. The owner of afore mentioned shorts, although metro-sexual in many ways draws the line at pink underwear, mainly (to be honest) in fear of what unintentional signals this would project in the gym locker room. So, no matter how many different ways I tried to present the case of pink boxer shorts now being the height of fashion, I absentmindedly used the word "cute" and thereby sealed their fate of a certain recycling afterlife. (PS: never use words appropriate for a litter of puppies when describing male undergarments.)

This particular faux-pas of inappropriate use of the word "cute" is not however the absent-mindedness in question. Lets rewind to when the boxers first went into the washing machine, what character trait would sum up the moment my hand reached out for a pair of my flaming red undies to be added to the pile of beautiful white boxer shorts. Revengeful? Menacing? Although I have on occasion considered such tactics to re-establish certain power balances, this case was really just a case of not paying attention. No desperate housewife tactic, just pure and simple absentmindedness.

So If I was being absentminded towards the washing (part the boxer shorts) who at the exact same time was being present and attentive towards the washing. This is one of the most common forms of blocked thinking I experience in such a situation ...well, lets see, there was me, the washing machine, the washing...... but there was no one else in the room. This is when I then take a breath, close my eyes and pretend the scene is part of a thrilling movie shot by the same directors as the matrix (yes, at this point you are pardoned for thinking I am delusional, but bare with me). I am crouched in front of the washer, I am picking up boxer shorts and carefully placing them in the machine ..... the camera freezes the scene and pivots around 360degrees showing me every angle, every viewpoint and beyond (domestic chores have never been this thrilling before:) Lets, see: ok, so I was being attentive by placing them in the machine carefully and washing them in the first place, the machine was being present and attentive by gently lathering them on the delicate cycle ... still a little to vague. So I ask myself again: who was being attentive and present towards the boxer shorts at the time I was being absentminded towards them? The only sense I could make of it was that the owner of the shorts had something to do with it? the first name to pop into my head was his name, but I dismissed it as he was deeply focused on killing orks and slashing virtual demons at that exact moment in time.

My inquisitiveness just wouldn't let me go and I decided that even ork killing thirty-something children need a break from the toils of virtual battle and  headed upstairs armed with tea and cookies ( I know I shouldn't moan about it and then encourage it by playing housemaid, but anyway ... lets stay focused). 

me:"Honey, about half an hour ago... what were you doing?" 

him:" OH, I was ...(killing demons, in an instance, grinding with my alt .... or insert another phrase of the online gaming techno babble of your choosing)..it was great!!!!" 

me again:" That's lovely dear ( a dash of sarcasm here), can you remember if you were thinking about anything else at that time?"  pointless question, we already know men's capacity for thinking of more than one thing at a time(*grin)

him: "Yeah, I was thinking that I was getting hungry." staring at cookie - no surprise there.

me: "Did you at any stage think about the laundry, perhaps your underwear?"

him:" Funny you should say that, I have been thinking about my boxers on and off all day. Because I was too lazy to do any washing while you were away I am all out of clean ones and I really desperately needed you to do the washing today. Are they done?"

me: (now definitely with my desperate housewife gene switched on)

"Oh yes, they are done ... all clean and ironed, neatly folded in your cupboard all ready for tomorrow morning?" 

Note to self:

I think I might just wait with that recycling of pink boxers, especially as tomorrow is a gym day:):):)

Happy collapsing:)

Hmm, let me see column 9 what are the benefits of being absent-minded???

Doggie doo-doo (CT Self-Righteous)

Today I experienced an absolute fabulous example of balance that I just had to share with you:)

As usual on a sunny autumn afternoon, I was on my way to the park to take the pooches for their second stroll of the day. Sam (my border collie) and his best friend Thayer (a statuesque Munsterlander) usually get pretty excited as soon as we hit the park gate and are rearing to run onto the splay of grass just beyond. On this particular afternoon however, the weather was gorgeous - sunny, but not too hot with a cool gentle breeze. In England, as this weather is a rare occurence, people of all shapes and sizes were dotted all over the beautiful laws playing games and feasting on picnics.

For Sam the park plays a multitude of roles: a place to run, a place to meet friends, a place to play ball and fetch .... and of course..... a toilet. As needs must, the urge to relieve the building pressure in his colon grabbed him before I had the presence of mind to usher him away to a secluded spot. Not only did he make a very swift beeline from the gate to the lawn, he also decided that the most appropriate place for this particular doodoo was right in the very center of a family cricket game. Before I could even verbalize my inner need to scream "nooooooooo sammmm" and do a baseball dive to catch the offending excrement.....my lovely collie sat equidistant between bowler and batter and got ready to squat down.

So here we have that fabulous moment that I would like to freeze for just on second. Me, scrambling towards a collie going about moving his bowels; collie, minding his own business doing you-know-what...... mother of cricket playing family, sending evil-eyed shock&horror virtual daggers in my direction. As her stare practically burned acid holes into me, my usually cool zen exterior cracked for a second to let out a rather sharp tongued " Its quite alright really, I am going to pick it up and wipe the grass too". An absolute second later he husband ( I am assuming) steps out behind her and say " Its ok, I am just admiring your gorgeous dogs".

WOW, balance right there ... lady angry at my dog ( I am sure angry at me too) and then guy behind her not angry at my dog or me. Now I was intrigued to look further, if that equilibrium was outside my mind, where was it reflected inside my mind? what made me have that reaction? Well, there was a little bit of remorse  for the doodoo in the bowling path but that was pretty quickly balanced out by my internal chatter being quite bitchy about "those darn people that only use the park when its pretty and sunny, unlike the dog owners who are in the park all year round, rain or shine": internal pit and pedestal right there.

Character Trait of the day:)

SELF-RIGHTEOUS

adjective: confident of one's own righteousness, esp. when smugly moralistic and intolerant of the opinions and behaviour of others.

Haha, I was being self-righteous right back at her right there.

One intial down, 50 to go:):)

Happy collapsing:) happy methoding just doesn't sound right.

StephX

Houston ..... we have lift-off!!!!

After several ups and downs and more than one attempt  over the last 3 years to attend Demartini Certification.... it finally happened. Everything aligned itself so that I could finally achieve this elusive goal of attending a week of learning and wonder with like-minded friends, teachers and mentors. With timing and opportunity matched up I spent the 3rd - the 7th of September 2009 honing my Demartini skills in Houston, Texas, at an event that is held annually to train and update new and existing facilitators in terms of the Method itself and codes of conduct.

As such I am now officially a:

Trained Demartini Method Facilitator

and that means...

Houston .... we have lift off!!!!