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What if one had the power to change their state of being, just by recording their dominant thoughts, and rewriting them.
What if in that writing process one could rewrite their life program or script?
What if one could substitute a new more attractive idea for an old one?
Of course, most things won’t change instantly, but if one had eternity, one could resolve to spend a few moments, seconds, minutes, or hours working on the inner dialogue?
There was a movie called “GroundHog Day”? Imagining how that one’s life could be a recurring nightmare, yet coupled with the freedom to learn from one’s mistakes, and live differently and better.
Magic and miracles are possible if sufficient long-term efforts of energy and focus have been applied?
What if one could embrace and be happy with the daily task of refashioning their dream life?

Often times, when we sit down to write, we may feel inclined to think, that we have nothing to write, or we believe that we can’t think of anything to write. Right then and there, we can write down those thoughts, and get ourselves out of that malaise. Then we may ask, what then? Exactly, write that down? Keep writing, especially if we begin to think: what value is this, or this is stupid, or this is getting me nowhere. Whatever we think, we’re right, but if we want to make some progress, we’ll write down questions to further the conversation and anything else that crosses our minds.
As we write, despite our persistently stifling thoughts, we’ll begin to get a sense of our mental landscape. We can think of ourselves as documenting or reporting on the thoughts that cross our minds. We can be a witness to those thoughts as they come and go, or we can embrace them, whether they be good or bad, and make them a part of our life, without any critical evaluation. It’s been said that thoughts are universally rooted. Meaning, I suppose, thoughts are rooted in the universal fabric of this yin-yang universe. If a thought doesn’t serve us, we can pull it out, logically defend ourselves against, elaborate on it, or drown it with positive contradictions.
We can change or devise new thoughts that will get us up in the morning. We can design new ideas or use someone else’s ideas to invigorate our enthusiasm. We can actually decide to have empowering dreams that fulfill our wildest hopes.

The six aides or servants as Rudyard Kipling calls them are the words of inquiry we need to ask all the questions that we could possibly want to come up with. Except for implied questions. Right?
What other words are there in the question department that would provide the interrogatory power that these words provide?
How else could you ask a question?
Where would you get any better words to delve into distant or immediate motives, moments, or minds?
Why would you care whether there were any more questions to ask if you couldn’t ask why?
When will you give up looking for a better way to ask a question?
Who could you be if you used these words on a regular basis to delve deep into your mind and heart for the resources that would help you manufacture happiness, success and the possibility of an inspiring and creative life

There’s you, your mind and your intuition.
You’ve probably heard it said, “get out of your own way”. Is that confusing? How can you get out of your own way, unless, you are in essence two people, or you have two natures or two sides to your nature?
It could be said that we have a compliant self, that is willing to cooperate with the best in the world. It’s the positive aspect, that lives in an ideal heavenly space. And then there’s the other aspect, the dark side, that is usually not willing to acknowledge the best, the greatest, the highest, better qualities that make us truly happy.
The dark-self loves to denounce the possibilities of the other greater half and is willing to complain and grouse, instead of taking the time to change.
An ancient theory declares we are a transcendent self, and when we are identified with our limited mind, it gets in the way of our intuition, or inner guidance.

Perhaps you’ve heard the story of an Indian mahout, keeper or driver of an elephant and his nine blind sons, who all experienced a different part of the elephant when they washed it.
Each son had a different conception of the elephant based on the part of the elephant he was washing.

Here’s the story direct from

Six Blind Boys and an Elephant

In India legends and stories about elephants abound. Even philosophers used the example of the elephant to illustrate a great moral precept.
One well-known legend tells how an Indian mahout (elephant driver) ordered his six sons–all of whom were blind–to wash the family elephant. Each boy was given a certain portion of the elephant’s body to wash. Delighted to have this chance to learn something about elephants, the sightless boys took great pride in the opportunity given them by their good father and were all extremely careful in the diagnosis of their first experience with the elephant.
About an hour later, when the elephant washing was over, the six blind boys simultaneously shouted, “Now I know what an elephant is like!” Then the first son addressed the second son: “Well, what is the elephant like?” The second brother, who had been washing the sides of the animal, promptly declared: “It is just like a huge wall.” The first son, who had been washing the elephant’s trunk, retorted scornfully: “You are talking nonsense. The elephant is just like a bamboo pole.”
Listening to the quarrel between his two brothers, the third son, who had washed the elephant’s ears, laughed and interrupted: “You fools, you don’t know anything. The elephant is like two big banana leaves.”
Hearing what he thought to be absurd remarks from his brothers, the fourth son, who had been washing the four legs of the elephant, stated firmly: “You are all wrong. It is ridiculous for you to fight about something you evidently know nothing about. The elephant is only a large roof of flesh supported by four fleshly pillars.”
The fifth son, who had been washing the tusks of the elephant, was by this time shaking with laughter, but he managed to speak up: “My blundering brothers, listen to me. I declare, as a result of personal experience, that the elephant is nothing but a pair of bones.”
This was too much for the sixth son, who had washed the tail of the elephant. “All of you must be crazy,” he exclaimed, “or under the spell of hallucinations. The elephant is only a piece of rope hanging from heaven.”
This boy, being the youngest and quite short, could not reach the top of the elephant’s tail, and so thought that the animal was a heavenly rope suspended just above the earth by the gods.
The father, who had been nearby, cooking some rice for the elephant, heard in great merriment all this squabble about the animal, but he came running to his children when their argument waxed into a free-for-all fight. “You assorted young fools, stop this fighting!” he commanded. “All of you are right and yet all of you are wrong.”
The boys cried in unison: “How can that be?” To which the father replied: “It is I who have seen the whole elephant, and I know that all of you are right because you have each one described a part of the elephant. But all of you are wrong because the whole elephant is neither a pair of tusks, nor four legs, nor one trunk, nor a huge wall of flesh, nor a tail, but he is an aggregate of all of these. The tail or the trunk separated from the elephant, could not be termed an elephant.”
The story very well illustrates the condition of modern theoretical religions or “isms.” Most religious denominations possess only partial knowledge of the elephant of truth. Zealous followers argue with one another like the six blind brothers, each claiming to know the whole truth.

Anyone in for a healthy bout of writing?
Let’s have a write-a-thon
Let’s write all day and night
(In 20-minute sprints, with a five-minute break of exercise: walking in place, sit-ups, deep breathing, tai chi, stretching)
For twelve hours straight
Play your best inspirational music
Sitting at a keyboard
Or pen or pencil in hand and a thick pad of paper
Stop to think if you have to, but spend most of your time writing.
Craft a sentence, sentences, paragraph or story.
Make it better, more beautiful, marvelous, spectacular, or incredible with each successive word.
Patiently use whatever superlative adverbs or adjectives you desire to craft a perfect description of your perfect experience, life, or future.
Get something on paper even if it’s only the word ‘something’, over and over again, until the something becomes someone, somewhere, some time, whoa-ha, soon you’ll have the makings of a story.
Anything can, will, and must happen to that “something”. Nothing remains the same, if one works with it, and one has faith in a possible metamorphosis. The only constant in the universe is “change”. Everything is in a state of flux, change, transformation, metamorphoses, and deliberation.
So let’s deliberately alter something in our reality. First write something dear, or deadly from your life experience, then change the wording. If your original statement was negative, create its logical positive opposite.
If your original statement was positive, make it even better.
Enlarge its scope, refine its nature, ground it into your reality with personal references, permeate it with potential for your own life, as if anything were possible. In other words, dare to dream. Give your dream structure, context and texture with your imagination. Define its’ details, taste, touch, smell, and see it happening, in all, it’s myriad rainbow hues. Work your vocabulary muscles to create a multi-sensory, multi-dimensional experience of your wildest hopes and dreams.
We can create practical palaces of perfection that will increase the inspirational aspects of our life, and energize the hidden powers of manifestation that lie slumbering within us.

In an introductory algorithm course, the teacher indicated that there is a very important question to ask when writing algorithms, which are problem-solving procedures: Can we do any better? This is a very good maxim to embrace when writing introspectively. It reminds me of a monk who told the second monk that the first monk had a conversation with God. The second monk asked, “What did you tell God?”. Replied the first monk, “I didn’t tell God anything, I was listening.” The second monk asked, “What did God say?” The first monk replied, “God didn’t say anything, he was also listening.” To which you might ask: listening to what? When there’s nothing to listen to, and the mind becomes quiet, it settles into a deep state of peace, a receptive mental state of being eternal, silently aware, free from the finite, and the temporary. Can we do any better?

What is deep thinking and how can I do it?
Why can’t I come up with any ideas about it?
Is it because I rarely do any deep thinking? There must be a way for me to open some inner door that will reveal to me some insights about it?
I must had some exposure to the idea of deep thinking. I must have heard something about deep thinking in the past.
Is it really that foreign or unknown to me?
It must be an intellectual thing.
Does it go beyond my long held beliefs?
Do I have to somehow acknowledge my thoughts about certain things, any thing, and then, change those thoughts?
I must have done some relatively deep thinking at least at some point in my life.
So what could I have thought deeply about?
What could I have thought about “deep thinking.” That it was the domain of inventors? I just read that. Must I depend on someone else to tell me what it is? Don’t I have any intuitive idea as to what it is?
Am I getting any closer? Will I be writing a book on deep thinking someday?
Have I already written a book about deep thinking and not realized what it was? Could I figure out what it is and then teach other people how to do it?
I imagine someone has already created a course, or written a book or come up the ideas to empower other people to think deeply.
What if I created a course on deep thinking and it accelerated the global exponential growth of understanding and invention?
What if someone has already created such a book or it is being written. So, all I would have to do is look up “deep thinking” on the internet and I will be enlightened with someone else’s concept of deep thinking, and I could become their student. Or maybe, I would benefit from reading their material, even though it would throw me off, or get me off of thinking for myself.
Is deep thinking something that can be taught? You can show a person how to ride a bicycle, you can’t ride it for them. They have to find their own balance. So maybe they have to find their own way of thinking deeply. Because it is an individual thing, isn’t it. And perhaps there are some simple guidelines, hints to empower people to be better deep thinkers. I’m almost to the point where I will have to start looking. And I’m afraid that my exploration won’t take me very far, or I will find a book I can’t buy, or encounter a course I can’t afford, or read some document that is incredibly boring or too intellectual to be useful to me.
But I suppose before I venture out into the digital universe, I need to accept that there is probable more than one way to approach the subject of deep thinking, and some of those explanations may be more or less approachable, and some of those expositions may not be agreeable to me. They might turn me off completely, and leave me convinced that I am not a deep thinker and I never will be for whatever reason. And I will become too discouraged and confused to ascertain what stopped me in my search to learn more about deep thinking, and how to do it better. I am convinced that the ability to think deeply is my ticket to prosperity, that puts a lot of pressure on me already. What a dilemma.
Now I ‘m noticing that my computer is slowing way down, and I hope that some malicious software hasn’t found it’s way onto it. I feel a little anxiety every time I download something. Or maybe I am thinking faster than my computer can process.
I realize that my mind has wandered from the pursuit of a workable definition of deep thinking. And I will get back to it any minute now.

“To thine own self, be true…” by asking of thyself the questions that only thou canst answer.
As unique spiritual beings, hidden within unique mortal identifications, we all have unique destinies, designs, and developmental processes that shape our existence. Therefore the truths and understandings that apply to our idiosyncratic lives are best explored and discovered through an effective inquiry that only we can and care to pursue.
So we need to ask ourselves the hard questions, and not take the answers too hard, too seriously or as final ultimatums, or give up if we don’t get the answers right away.
Life is a stage, and the dialogue, monolog or narrative, is driven by words, that are pivoting elements upon which our moods, motives, minds, and aspirations turn for better or worst.
It is within our power to make our lives dramadies, tragicomedies, inspirational extravaganzas and much more.

Intuition, the offspring of receptivity, is developed through consciously exercising common sense.
As your mind opens up to truth and understanding, your awareness of your destiny will open up for you. Intuitively you will become cognizant of your choices and how to choose the best one.
When you trust your greater Self, hidden behind your little ego self, the sixth sense, intuition works better and better. Trust and receptivity to the transcendent sense are the greatest alternatives to fear or anxiety.