by Steven S. Sadleir
Within each human lies the instinct to evolve. Your desires draw to you the learning experiences that cause you to discern what you like and dislike, what you want and don’t want, and through this process you learn and grow and evolve to realize your full potential. Through this variety and diversity of life experience what you innately want becomes clearer. As what you want becomes clearer your power to manifest what you want becomes stronger.
Feelings of joy, peace, and excitement serve as a honing beacon guiding you towards experiences that help you to fulfill your life purpose. Feeling of discontent, discord and being stuck help you to see how you are moving away from the opportunities to realize your full potential and find happiness. When you are connected with that inner guidance, and to the degree that you do connect, greater prosperity, happiness and peace are attained. This peace is innate; you just need to connect with it by being true to your intrinsic desires.
Desiring has energy. As you think about what you want that desire builds strength. Where you mind is focused energy follows. As you become more focused and clearer as to what you innately want, the energy to manifest gets stronger. This energy can be felt as excitement. The vibration of your intention is transmitted like a radio signal and the innate intelligence of the universe responds to it in kind. Put your attention on the joy of your desire and you will joyously attract that into your life, we see this miracle again and again with our students. Put your attention on what you think you lack and you attract more lack. It is a state of consciousness.
Create a clear picture of what you want in your mind, what does it feel like having what you desire. Be in that state of enjoying it whether it has manifested or is being manifested. Then put your life force energy into the vision, like a light shinning through a motion picture film, the desire is projected into your world. The more powerful the projection the more powerful the manifestation. To increase your power to manifest, connect with the source of life within you. Meditate. It comes back to getting in touch with the source of life within you. It comes back to getting in touch with your Self. It comes back to Self-Realization.
From the heart, Steven
Steven S. Sadleir is Director of the Self Awareness Institute and author of several best-selling books. Mr. Sadleir provides training seminars for corporations and individuals on How To Manifest as well as Self-Realization and other topics. For more information go to www.selfawareness.com or call 949-355-3249.Next training is on April 1st in Newport Beach, California.
Author's Bio
Steven S. Sadleir is Director of the Self Awareness Institute, a Virtual University serving tens of thousands, and author of several books including two best-sellers.
by Justin McCurry in Tokyo
It seems almost improper to suggest that fortune was smiling on Tsutomu Yamaguchi in the dying days of the second world war.
On 6 August 1945, he was in Hiroshima, preparing to return home from a business trip when the American B-29 bomber, the Enola Gay, dropped an atomic bomb on the city. Yamaguchi lived, while 140,000 other people who were in the city that morning died, some in an agonizing instant, others many months later.
Burned and barely able to comprehend what had happened - only that he had witnessed a bomb unlike any used before - Yamaguchi spent a fitful night in an air raid shelter before returning home the following day.
That home, 180 miles to the west, was Nagasaki. His arrival came the day before it was devastated by a second US atomic bomb on 9 August.
In a barely conceivable course of events, he had twice been perilously close to nuclear ground zero; and both times he had lived. More than 70,000 other residents of Nagasaki were not so lucky.
More than 60 years later, the 93-year-old became the first and only known survivor of both attacks yesterday to win official recognition from Japanese authorities.
While other survivors died prematurely from cancer and liver disease caused by their exposure to radiation, Yamaguchi remains in relatively good health apart from near-deafness in one ear and complaints that his legs are "growing weak".
Japanese records show dozens of people experienced the blast in Hiroshima only to be exposed to "residual radiation" in Nagasaki three days later. But Yamaguchi is the first to have been at ground zero when both explosions occurred.
According to a newspaper interview Yamaguchi gave on the 60th anniversary of the end of the Pacific war, he had spent the conflict designing oil tankers for Mitsubishi Heavy Industries, a wartime zaibatsu, or conglomerate, whose shipyards dominated the Nagasaki skyline.
After a three-month stint at the firm's yards in Hiroshima, Yamaguchi and two colleagues, Akira Iwanaga and Kuniyoshi Sato, prepared to return to Nagasaki on 7 August, 1945. The day before, they woke early, collected their belongings and prepared for the train journey west.
On the way to the station they became separated after Yamaguchi realised he had left his personal seal in the office.
He remembers hearing the Enola Gay circling above, but thought nothing of it: Hiroshima was an important wartime industrial base, and the sound of circling planes had become a fact of life.
Within seconds he had been knocked to his feet by the force of the blast as "Little Boy" detonated 580 metres above central Hiroshima just after 8.15 am, announcing its arrival with a blinding flash followed by a deafening boom. As he stumbled to the train station the next day, Yamaguchi witnessed the destruction and carnage left by the bomber's 13-kiloton payload.
The following day, his burns swathed in bandages, Yamaguchi reported for work in Nagasaki, like Hiroshima an important industrial and military base.
At 11.02 on 9 August, as his boss reportedly questioned his sanity for believing that a single bomb could destroy a city the size of Hiroshima, a 25-kiloton plutonium bomb exploded above Nagasaki, throwing Yamaguchi to the ground.
He, his wife and baby son survived and spent the following week in a shelter near what was left of their home. His son has since died of cancer aged 59.
After the war Yamaguchi worked for the US occupation authorities, became a teacher and eventually returned to Mitsubishi Heavy Industries.
Yamaguchi was quoted yesterday by the Mainichi newspaper. "My double radiation exposure is now an official government record. It can tell the younger generation the horrifying history of the atomic bombings even after I die," he said.
As a registered survivor of the Nagasaki bombing, Yamaguchi has owned a pale violet copy of the Atomic Bomb Victim Health Handbook since 1957, entitling him to monthly allowances, free medical checkups and funeral costs. More than 260,000 others are similarly covered.
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I have to confess that I hate the sun and that I usually get sick after being in the sun for a short spell. A real puteri lilin that's who I am( puteri lilin = tidak tahan terkena panas matahari or when translated means someone who cannot stand being in the sun).
In school, I hated physical education classes that were held in the school field and participated in badminton (ahem I was house captain for many years but alas, those were the days), basketball and volleyball. The only field sports I ever played was hockey and needless to say, I was the goalkeeper. In secondary school days, I was famous because I fainted at many sports events
Last Sunday was no exception.In my post called OH WHAT A DAY! I explained why and when I had to walk under the blistering scorching sun. From that afternoon, I started to feel horrible and by Monday afternoon, I really felt sick. When I woke up in the middle of the night at about 3 a.m. to do my blogging (yes, I write many posts at that unearthly hour because I find the stillness of the night most inspiring), I discovered that there was no sound when I cleared my throat.
OK. I thought it was part of a dream. I tried again and again.
This time I said "Testing 1 2 3. Testing 1 2 3".
Horror of horrors!!! I had lost my voice. And I felt so awful. Since my better half could not wake up no matter how much I tickled him, I drove myself to the nearest 24 hour clinic and while the young doctor (OK..reasonably good looking @ 30 years of age) checked my throat etc. When it came to prescription time, I shocked him with my request for Augmentin after which we had some discussion about Augmentin vs Amoxillin and finally he decided to put me on 5 days of Amoxillin 500mg x 3 times daily apart from other medication. I drove back, had some snacks and then took my medication.
Well, the past two days have been horrible and it was almost prophetic that Dr. Saravanan called me Paul instead of Paula in one of his comments ;).
1. It is very frustrating to lose the ability to communicate orally.
I could not produce any sound at all no matter how hard I tried. This went on until I realized that I could say a few words if I programmed myself to speak at a low pitch and to clear my throat in between.
* My son is very happy because the house has been very quiet as sergeant-major has not been able to do spot checks in the study to see if he is working diligently. And why? I have been knocked out with all the medication that doc prescribed. After all, I was following his advice to get plenty of rest.
* Hubby was also in delirium because I did not pester him with the usual requests.
If I tried hard enough, I could say a few words that had to be punctuated with more throat clearing. Even throat clearing was an ordeal because I could feel how my whole chest and upper respiratory tract were congested, clogged up and the air could not be expelled no matter how hard I tried.
2. Answering phone calls became an ordeal rather than a pleasure.
A man from some pots and pans company called up yesterday morning and asked to speak to the lady of the house. I asked him why and after he gave his explanation about some cooking demonstration. Since he called me Uncle, I told him in a very cool voice that she does not live here any more. He persisted to get her new address for me and I told him quite firmly, "I do not know" and then he hung up after a disappointed "Oh. Thank you. Goodbye."
When others called up, I had a tough time convincing them that I am Paula :(. If you want to know how Paul sounds like, give me a call and have a good laugh!!!
3. The reaction of other people can be simultaneously comical and frustrating.
Others started to whisper to me because I spoke to them in a whisper and that was so frustrating. When I asked them why they were whispering, they said it was because I was whispering after which I said there was no need for them to do the same as they were in fine health.
Honestly, it is quite difficult for me to do my work and you can imagine how frustrating it has been for me. A simple routine like bathing has become an ordeal because I am a die-hard bathroom singer.
4. Even my hamster did not respond to my masculine voice.
Every morning after checking my blog, I will play with my hamster and give him his yoghurt treats for breakfast. When I approach the cage, he will be fast asleep or just tumbling around in the wood shavings. Then I will call him "Mishy Mishy" in my usual pitch and style. This morning, I called him in my gruff voice and he continued in slumber land. After a few attempts, I had to make lots of cling clang sound before he finally awakened and moved towards me. When I called him, he looked at me suspiciously and when he caught my scent and knew it was me, things were back to normal.
Today, I feel much better. I still sound like a man but perhaps one in his 50s. I can say about six words before I need to clear my throat again. The last time I was so ill was in November 2006. I have not been sick for 8 months and I do not like to be ill at all because it is so debilitating.
During this time of silence, I learnt a few lessons.
1. I empathized with a friend - Daniel, who has lost his ability to speak after his throat surgery. He did share with me the frustration he went through in not being able to communicate and this bout of laryngitis has helped me to feel his frustration. I cannot imagine not being able to sing or to laugh and my heart goes out to Daniel and all those who are unable to communicate orally for one reason or another.
2. I thought of mute rape victims and the horror they must have felt when being physically violated and yet being unable to cry out for help or in fear, anguish or frustration and then being unable to cry or to express their feelings and outrage.
3. A little closer to home, I thought about each one of us. What will happen if we were really muzzled one day? What will happen to us if we were to completely lose our freedom of speech? How would we feel?
It is easy for us to take a blase approach when we read about how six new media organizations were denied media accreditation which meant that they were denied access to a certain meeting.
And why so? Simple. It does not affect us. But think a little deeper and a little harder.
If deprived of our voice to communicate our concerns, what will happen to us? Would we be reduced to puppets on a string? Would we slowly lose touch with ourselves if we were to take on the psyche/perspective that others would prefer us to have in our effort to conform largely due to embedded fears? Some might be like me - making subtle statements of lighthearted innuendos or by using analogies and/or metaphors or veiled statements. But how would we feel deep inside? I often ask myself that question. Would I be living in denial by not taking the bull by its horns and telling it like it is? At this point of time, I would not want to take risks and to suffer whatever consequences so much as I hate it, I have to be responsible and to use my voice carefully, subtly and yet effectively. There could be some who might mock at my stand but it is fine with me for each of us is entitled to our own views.
I admire those who use their voice loudly and am always amazed at their courage and perspective. These will remain an inspiration to me.
In life, we meet all kinds of singers and speakers and we have to be realistic to acknowledge that in any part of the world, there are hypocrites regardless of age, gender, class or creed. Some, including leaders, would have no qualms about betraying others in their pursuit of wealth or to move up the corporate/social ladder to achieve fame in the game of life. And then we ask ourselves if they have a conscience. But more importantly, who will suffer?
I smile at myself while typing this blog. I feel like a phlegm machine because I have to expel my phlegm at 2 SPM = two spits per minute and clear my throat many times throughout the day. Fact is, all the phlegm has to be completely expelled for my voice to come through loudly and clearly. In the same manner, a lot of baggage has to be cleared before we can truly enjoy what is rightfully ours where expression is concerned. To do that, we have to come out of our state of denial and wake up to the flaws in the system.
Perhaps some of us may feel that we have lost the ability to shape our future and our security is being compromised in different ways. Some of us may feel that we need to maintain our dignity and to have some influence over our terms of existence, present and future. And we gripe, mumble, murmur and even that right to do just that is being taken away from us. So what do we do? Honestly, I have no idea. The that I can do is to make the best of what I have, to have hope that surely good will triumph over evil one day regardless of how remote that possibility.
I am not sure how many readers would have finished reading this lengthy post but I am sure you know why I wrote it this way.
Please leave a comment to share your views. Thanks.
Have a nice day!
By Dr. Charles D. Schmitz and Dr. Elizabeth A. Schmitz
Once upon a time there was a wonderful television show called Cheers. It took place in Boston. Each day, the local patrons would gather at Cheers to discuss the events of the day, contemplate life’s burdens, explore life’s joys, and cry over a beer while they shared their sorrows. The theme song of the show always reminded those who watched it that it was nice to go to a place “where everybody knows your name.”
Cheers was wildly popular as a television show. However, it was far more important as the perfect representation of a real life place you could go to meet friends, share love, and spend time with those who truly matter in your life – to spend time with those who actually know your name!
We have found such a place in our hometown of St. Louis. It is called Reggie’s Backstage and is located in the Grand Center, the arts and entertainment district of St. Louis.
In so many ways, Reggie’s reminds us of Sardi’s in the Theatre District of New York City. It is located in the Grand Center of St. Louis, the arts and theatre heart of America’s 18th most populated metropolitan region.
As we sit at our favorite table (Rachel makes sure we get the same table each time we are there and Tina is always our waitress!), we can see the famous Fox Theatre across the street. It features Broadway shows and famous entertainers from around the globe.
We watch people scurry about as they head to the magnificent Powell Symphony Hall, where our wonderful hometown orchestra, the Saint Louis Symphony Orchestra, dazzles everyone who gets to experience the beautiful sounds of the second oldest symphony orchestra in America. And we observe folks who are getting ready to spend a night at the incredible Black Repertory Theatre of St. Louis.
The walls of Reggie’s are adorned with the facsimiles of famous St. Louisians – much like Sardi’s – including Nelly, John Goodman, Miles Davis, Clark Terry, Kevin Kline, Tina Turner, Kathryn Dunham, Vincent Price, Scott Joplin, and Phyllis Diller, to name a few. The St. Louis Walk of Fame in the nearby University City area highlights even more famous people of St. Louis origin.
The truth is, we have found Reggie’s to be important to our marriage of nearly 43 years. Why, you ask? In our interviews with successfully married couples on five continents of the world and in nearly 40 countries over these past 26 years, we have discovered that one of the most commonly reported notions of these couples is that of familiarity – of finding a place where you feel comfortable together outside of your home – a place where people know your name, sort of a home away from home.
Think of it this way, we all want a place where we are loved, treated with respect, taken care of, and called by our names – like an extended family. For us there are three places we have come to call “home” outside of our real home in our favorite city, St. Louis.
We wrote about Fuzio Restaurant in an article called For Love and Tuna Melts (on SelfGrowth.com) and our favorite Italian restaurant in the whole world, Giovanni’s on the Hill in our multiple award winning book, Golden Anniversaries: The Seven Secrets of Successful Marriage.
Reggie’s has become another one of those homes away from home. So to Reggie, Rachel, Tina, and the terrific staff of Reggie’s, thank you for becoming part of our family. You have added to the joy of our long marriage together and we thank you for your friendship and for your support.
You see, in the end, it is the Simple Things Matter.
Love well!
By Dr. Charles D. Schmitz and Dr. Elizabeth A. Schmitz
Authors of Golden Anniversaries: The Seven Secrets of Successful Marriage
Winner of the INDIE Book Awards GOLD Medal for Best Relationship Book
Winner of the 2009 Mom’s Choice Awards GOLD Medal for Most Outstanding Relationships and Marriage Book
