"Life is a field of energy. When human beings relate to one another they exchange energy. When they relate positively and expansively, the energy level increases. When they relate negatively or critically, it shrinks. If life is a field of force and human attitudes and emotions are expressions of force, then what occurs to us and around us reflects the play of those energies." (from The Book by Garry Jacobs) Example: I spoke with my business partner the other day. He was completely exhausted due to the fact that he had just put in a significant effort with a new client and now he was faced with a group discussion in another venture he was involved in. In our conversation I brought up a number of issues related to our common work in the consciousness space, and the tremendous opportunities before us. Plus it was peppered with life response and related insights. At the end of the conversation he was filled with energy and was looking forward to utilizing some of the new knowledge in his upcoming conference call. As we see, fatigue can instantly disappear and energy reappear when a higher consciousness is introduced. -by Roy Posner
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We have continually witnessed the power of the supramental Force, i.e. Mother’s Force, to quickly set right the conditions of life. In a recent episode, I experienced this phenomenon at work multiple times in succession, defying all human logic and possibility. Here is my story:
I was scheduled to do a training class at a major corporation in Sunnyvale, California in the heart of Silicon Valley. I had to fly up from Southern California to the San Francisco Bay Area late one evening, rent a car at the San Francisco Airport, drive to the motel in Sunnyvale 38 miles away, get up the next morning and do the class, and then in the latter afternoon begin my return journey to Long Beach in reverse order. Considering the fact that the highway system is now completely jammed in Silicon Valley these days because of the boom there, it was a daunting prospect. A 30 mile drive could take over 2 hours or more during rush hour. As it turns out, my trip from Long Beach to the Bay Area, though somewhat intense, went smoothly for the most part, more or less as I expected. However, the trip back was a different story. It was filled with adventure, the unbelievable, and the miraculous. Here is what happened: I knew the return journey would be difficult, as I was going to be driving in the midst of the rush hour from Sunnyvale to the San Francisco Airport. However, I caught my anxiety, detached from focusing on any particular outcome, and consecrated that upcoming trip. My driving strategy from Sunnyvale to SFO was to avoid the two main highways going south to north because they would likely be jammed. Instead I decided to take the El Camino Real, a 50 mile long street that runs all the way from Silicon Valley through San Francisco. Often in the past when I lived in the Bay Area I used it as a shortcut to get back home. I called it “a slow boat to China,” but at least it moved. And yet I knew in the back of my mind that these days in this latest Silicon Valley boom even this 3rd or 4th choice of passage, the non-highway El Camino, could be log-jammed. Still I remained positive. I also had my map app on my smartphone to inform me where the log jams were appearing on the El Camino in real time. And so I left the client's facilities in Sunnyvale ~4:20 pm and headed over to the El Camino, with its endless shopping centers, motels, residence, etc. So far so good as I steadily navigated through the towns of the “South Bay.” However, after a short while I realized that I was moving forward in fits and starts, which was verified by my Smartphone Maps app red-dotted street indicators. I also discovered that there was the possibility of a big rain storm hitting, which I actually took as positive as it could put out the fires raging north of San Francisco. In any case, I remained calm. And yet an hour into the ride I realized I was only half way to my destination, and there was a legitimate chance that I wouldn’t make the 7pm flight. Also there was the possibility that the storm would cancel the flight anyway. Though I was ready to inform my roommate down in Long Beach of these possibilities, I held on and kept silent. I continued to consecrate in the back of my mind. Now here is where the story gets interesting. Time for the flight is ticking down. After two hours on the El Camino I got off the street and drove over an overpass that took me to the extremely busy Hwy 101 heading directly for the airport. Was the highway also going to be jammed? Fortunately, it turned out not to me. Another good sign. I then drove a few miles and came to my first stop; the car rental area where I had to return my rented vehicle. When I arrived on the 3rd floor, there was a big backup, and I was all the way on the back. However I remained calm and did not emotionally react. Then suddenly out of nowhere a check-out attendant greeted me and quickly processed the checkout of the car. That was a startling change, I thought! Actually, I was amazed, yet subtly tuned into the fact that the Force was behind these outcomes. But now I had to get to the airport via the AirTram, the overhead driverless rapid transit system that went two miles or so deep into the airport terminal system. At this point I recalled the vast effort I had to make the day before upon arriving at SFO; the exhausting situation; the fact that I had to stop every few minutes because of the strain; and now once again my bags were getting very heavy. With these thoughts in mind, I felt even more exhausted and barely had enough energy to walk to the escalator still 100 yards ahead. And so I stopped in my tracks, and then took a deep breath. But then I quickly noticed that there was an elevator that could take me more easily to the AirTram above me. I pressed the button and hopped in. When in the elevator I immediately encountered a young, friendly, well-dressed young man leaning on his luggage cart containing his own baggage. I asked him where one could rent one of these and he informed me that it was actually free, provided by the airport. "I could really use one of those right now" I thought, and I could see he had the same idea in mind for me. We then got off the elevator and began to wait for the AirTram. However, within a few seconds the young man pointed to a single, lone unused luggage cart on the platform that was almost directly in front of me. Needless to say I immediately grabbed onto it. Wow that was incredible, I thought! No more schlepping my luggage to the far end of the huge airport. Not only had the baggage been heavy, but the weight was slowing me down, as time was ticking away and the departure of my flight was imminent! A moment later I hopped onto the futuristic-like AIrTram that circled the airport, and two minutes later I was getting ready to exit at the International terminal. As I was getting off I looked to my left and there was the young man who pointed out the cart now winking at me as if to say “I am happy to have found the cart for you and good luck the rest of your way!“ As I wheeled the cart through the terminal I thought about him as a kind of guardian angel: the wink and smile he gave me being the confirmation. It was yet another opening of light on this dizzying path toward my goal; even as time still seemed hopelessly stacked against me. But now before I could get to the end of the terminal which was still a long distance, I had to get through security! Again I wondered how in the world I would get to the flight in time. I imagined that it must be lining up for departure now, etc. However, I still kept my faith; and so far, in the past half hour or so, life had cooperated fully. In the past when I went through airline terminals I had special privileges to move through TSA security rather fast. Recently I had apparently lost those privileges. And so as I approached security, I prepared myself for a long wait at the back of the line. However, when the guard looked at my ticket, he waved me through for fast processing, enabling me to avoid any long line. Not only that but I was the only one at the checkout, plus the security requirements were next to nothing! This all seemed just too unbelievable; yet I knew the Force was working for me in every conceivable way. After less than two minutes of security check - by far the fastest I had ever experienced - I was on my way to the end of the international terminal; past British Air, Japan Air and dozens of major airlines. Yet my airline, JetBlue, was a domestic carrier, the only one in the international area. Plus it was stuck at the very back of the International departure gates! Life was surely testing me to the limit. However, now with the baggage cart I could move more rapidly, and in conjunction with the people-mover I was now gliding toward my destination. Still I wondered if the plane had fully boarded and I would be left out. When I arrived at the very far end of the international terminal, I was able to make out the voice of the announcer at my gate, and he seemed to be indicating that boarding had begun for my flight. I had apparently made it; and just barely in time! Life had in the last half hour or forty five minutes magically cleared a path for me. It could only be the result of the spiritual Force to create these wonder of wonders when life seemed so stacked against me. Consider that- --I was stuck on the El Camino with less than an hour to my flight, and suddenly things opened up when I veered off and got on the highway leading to the airport --When I arrived to the car rental it looked like a twenty minute wait with many people ahead of me, though it turned out to be just two minutes --When I was exhausted and thought I had to drag my heavy bags to the escalator far away, there was suddenly an elevator before me to help me more easily get to the AirTram. --When I thought I would have to carry my heavy bags to the far end of the international terminal, a man appeared on the elevator with a cart and then pointed out an available one that helped make my day --When I got to security check out which normally takes 15-20 minutes, it happened in just two. --I sailed through the very long terminal with the aid of the cart and a fast-moving sidewalk trajectoring me rapidly forward, enabling me to arrive in the gist of time. Life had cleared the way at every point. It had cooperated with my faith that was the guiding light at my side. It became an occasion for one miraculous-like event to dovetail into the next in a symphony of the Unimagined. As I shook my head on line for departure of my flight, I took breath and recognized the magic carpet ride I had just been on. “Wouldn’t this make for a fine life response story?” I thought to myself as I handed the pass to the attendant to step into the plane that would now take me home. -by Roy Posner A small effort to change a habit or routine can propel one into the next stage of one's life and career. Here's an example:
In the 1950s Walt Disney had reached the pinnacles of success as the most famous Hollywood animation producer in the world. His Snow White, Mickey Mouse, Fantasia and dozens of other animated films had made him legend in his own time. However, when the studio began development of its next project, the animation of Cinderella, Walt unexpectedly dropped out of the production. Instead he stayed at home and rode a model train that went around his vast estate. Every day he would sit on the engine and hour after hour went round and round on the scaled down mini train. People now thought that the pressures of his position had finally gotten to him. Some even thought he had gone mad. And yet what was actually happening was that Walt had gradually come to see that he could develop some sort of park in which a small train could circle the environs. Not long after, the vision matured and he envisioned an amusement park where his cartoons and animation could come to life. It became Disneyland, built in California which then spread around the world with additional parks, taking Disney and his corporation to even greater heights. And it all happened because Walt Disney wanted something FRESH in his life. He was willing to give up the routine, in this case the Cinderella film, and try something different, and as a result, he came upon an idea that changed the course of entertainment history. With that in mind, think about what has become mere dull habit and routine in your life, and consider how you can make it fresh. Not by eliminating or abandoning the job, but by seeing a new wrinkle, a new possibility of doing the work, instead of the same old way. One man we know of simply took a different path one day on his daily walk and suddenly came upon a small store that contained a book that changed the course of his writing career, enabling the publication of his breakthrough book. That is the power of changing the habit and routine into something fresh and new. The world suddenly opens up before your eyes! -by Roy Posner |