“We are the sum of our five best friends…and so is our income…” -Kevin Trudeau
These men are my best friends…
I have the exquisite pleasure and superpower of drawing big players together, connecting them. I create spaces for amazing people to shine beautifully and powerfully, especially together…and I learn from them all! ALE is one such space, here is another.
Arttemis K, Dave B, Kirk M, and myself…trading coaching philosophy, resonating purpose, building our businesses…over delicious Thai food.
Forsan et haec olim meminisse juvabit. Or, to quote Harry Kim, “To the Journey!”i
Recipe for bliss of purpose #4: Take actions that you enjoy that will bring you just a few steps closer to the fulfillment of your highest purpose and mission. In that flow, beauty and joy you can’t imagine will show up. And in these moments, enjoy the journey.
Intricacy, nuance, complexity, and subtlety are what showed up as the possibilities of Dave Burns. Clearly and distinctly.
I love this. Beck’s newest song, I’m rationing it. Only once per day. Because the experience of it is so precious and delicious.
I loved it before I discovered the music video, but even more so now.
In that, a young woman, probably a preteen, marches through a raucous party to rescue her beloved, who is passed out and wetting himself atop a pool table. He clearly couldn’t handle his liquor, and was unprepared for this.
She’s aware of what he’s done and the video is mostly her gathering armor and weapons to push through the hordes between her and her beloved.
It’s not clear whether he’s intended to be her brother or her boyfriend or what. No matter what, it’s clear she loves him vehemently and even violently.
There’s a lot of subtlety in this video, worth perusing and enjoying a few times. However, what struck me was how it resonated in the depths of me.
The boy on the pool table was me, drunk with hedonism and unconscious to the love that she – God, MY beloved, and my highest self were waiting to show.
At first I thought, “Wow that’s her who has been fighting for me to wake up to her delicious monogamous love, she’s out there waiting for me…” Then I realized, it’s my feminine self, the part of me that allows and receives, but juxtaposed in power and purpose. The masculine has to let go fully in order to receive, and the feminine becomes powerful in giving. It’s time to be empowered in allowing, to fight through the crappy ideas of my needing to cause or force something to happen, both internally in expressing my highest self and also externally in creating what I want in the world.
I’m playing with these meanings because they fit me and no one else, both the idea of the masculine/feminine duality playing out this way.
Art is incomplete without the participation and interaction of the observer.
Recipe for bliss #401: Orbit what you love. Discover hidden meanings meant by G-d only for you. Share your joy.
So one of my committments here is to share those amazing things I discover that give access to amazing states of being.
Hence, “recipes for bliss.”
Today’s main recipe: Dr. Barry Morguelan (energyforsuccess.com) released these breathing exercises, they’re amazing ways to get energized and ready for action, recovering if you’re tired, and just getting into a state of feeling good.
So my ex girlfriend would just leave them on in the background at her house while doing other things, on the reasoning that anecdotal reports of children and others having them left on in the background produced dramatic behavioral changes, like rambunctious kids settling down.
So I tried it today, camouflaging the exercises (which usually I lay down and close my eyes to follow the visualizations of etc) beneath the tunes of M83. My whole experience changed. I went from exhausted to alert, fuzzy to focused, and brimming with joy.
This was the first time I’ve done more than six hours of those in one day. Very powerful.
So imagine going from that state to a massage by the amazing lady Catherine Pierce!!!
I was suddenly blissful AND present.
Recipe # 3: get present. Get grateful. That’s all you need.
…or Beck’s music. 😉