Showing posts with label son. Show all posts
Showing posts with label son. Show all posts

10/14/2014

From my yellow notebook 4

Lack of love causes insecurity which increases the need for love which increases insecurity, etc.


The bottomless well: Lack of love. Rage. Lack of love. Rage. Lack of love. Rage...
Stops filling the well!


Spiritual Alchemy: transform my weaknesses into strength.


I created my fears and faults; I’m their father and them my son. Their strength comes from their creator, me. This is my strength, I therefore control them...


The rage I feel I can turn it, sublimate it by making a "transplant"; use that feeling to serve an idea a goal, and make it a formidable force to stimulate me. Build rather than destroy.


To create time for contemplation, however small they may be, throughout my day…


I hear you, I expect you...







8/07/2014

This n' that 3

Emend my habit, when I'm trying to guess what the other one feels… while he speaks!

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When I have a shock, I always want to return to the state where I was feeling good.


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My defects:
1) Anxious 2) Timid 3) Lazy 4)
Fearful 5) Stubborn 6) Chaotic 7) Pouty
8) Perfectionist 9) Obsessive 10) Untamed 11) Shy

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A son asks her mother: What’s death?
The mother answers: It’s like going to sleep and never waking up.
The boy reply: I shall never die; you wake me up every morning at 7!


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I was born fists closed, and I will die hands open...