More Than Just a Smile

When we were young, my sister and I were often late as we made our way to church on Sunday mornings. As we hurried along, we would invariably cross a man we knew as Mr. Q coming back from the previous mass.

We knew he lived somewhere down the street from us, but we had never really spoken to him. Crossing each other as we did almost every Sunday, it seemed the most natural thing for us to acknowledge each other with a smile.

But the peculiar thing about Mr. Q, is that he always seemed to have a vague, but pleasant smile on his face even before we actually came face to face with him. It was as if his face had a default setting programmed to have a smile ready, along with the slightest of nods, just in case anyone happened to look his way.

He’d never look directly at anyone and his smile seemed (to us a least), to be up there for grabs, for anyone who happened to be looking in that direction.

Of course this would amuse us no end and we never seemed to tire of chuckling over his shyness, week after week.

A few days ago I found myself recalling this incident as I pondered about how we relate, as we interact with each other.

Each of us is part of a larger consciousness and therefore part of a bigger picture, like drops in a pool. I firmly believe that this pool is like a cyberspace of ‘thought’. Every thought that has been thought exists within that pool in an intangible form. And like Mr. Q’s smile, this thought is up for grabs for anyone who happens to be in the vibrational vicinity of receiving it.

Hasn’t it happened often enough, that the person you’re thinking about just happens to call up, seemingly out of the blue? We put it down as ‘coincidence’ but as I understand it now, it is simply one thought, rendezvousing with another thought which happens to be on the same wavelength. Often this resonance is strong enough that it causes an actual real-life experience to unfold.

For most of us, it’s easier to accept an experience like this as coincidence, rather than a manifestation of something that’s going on at a vibrational or thought level within us, which causes the experience.

I’ve always had an insatiable desire to understand exactly how life works. And now that I have a steady enough concept of how Law of Attraction operates, everything has become a lot clearer for me. I’m absolutely fascinated with how consistent this universal law is, and eager enough to share my insights with anyone who’s listening.

Writing my blog is pretty much putting my personal thinking out into that cyberspace of thought and I can’t help feeling a teeny thrill knowing that I have shared my ‘two bits’ with the world at large – very much like Mr. Q’s smile.

Some will resonate with what I have to say while others may not. Yet others may take my ideas, reuse them in their own way, content that they have found resonance within their own little circles.

But like Mr. Q, I’m just satisfied with having ‘smiled’ my thoughts unto the Universe.

© 2018 G.A.I.L

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Bringing Things into Focus

I was thinking about focus the other day, and somehow just the word ‘focus’ managed to trigger a memory that made me smile.

Around eight years ago my husband and I had taken the boys for a movie. It was ‘Karate Kid’ and as we left the theatre, the words of Mr. Han (Jackie Chan) were still echoing in my mind. ‘Focus. You need more focus’.

As we walked across the concreted area to the car park I couldn’t resist doing my own playful impersonation of Jackie Chan. With mock seriousness, I pointed my index and middle fingers towards my eyes the way Jackie Chan had done and said to the boys, ‘You need to focus’. At that precise moment my foot caught on the wooden projection of a planter and a second later I found myself in a heap on the ground!

Even though I was caught off guard, my sense of humour kicked in and I began to laugh. My husband and boys were startled, to say the least. One minute I was right beside them and the next minute I was not! They hurried to help me up and I simply couldn’t help chuckling, even as I saw the concern in their eyes. It was the sheer incongruousness of the situation that had me heartily amused. Here I was talking about focus and managed to accomplish the exact opposite!

Eight years later I can view this incident with fresh understanding, based on what I’ve discovered through my life experience since then.

You see, I’m pretty much sold on to the idea that we create our own reality by our outlook, perspectives and everything in between.

All of us have a mix of thoughts because we have many things going on in different areas of our life. It is the net balance of thoughts/feelings that determine our point of attraction and how experiences manage to unfold in our lives in real time. We recognise some of them when they present as ‘coincidences’ and often these delightful events have us quite intrigued.

I have never been quite the focused person I’d like to be. I used to attribute it to the fact that motherhood demanded that I multitask, but I’m not so sure about that. I tend to begin many projects at the same time and they mature into completion slowly and steadily, based on the time I’m able to fuel them with.

This trait does not particularly bother me and I’m still able to function pretty satisfyingly despite it. But as I see it in hindsight, the incident that unfolded was a superb blend of everything I had bubbling vibrationally within me. The juxtaposition of my somewhat unfocused ways against this playful ‘intent to focus’ caused a ripple in my vibration, highlighting the fact that my lack of focus was my stumbling block—quite literally!!

There are some things we’ll never know for sure and my speculations may seem as sketchy as perhaps the interpretation of a dream. But my cheerful curiosity and theories about life in all its facets, is certainly food for thought—even though I’ll admit we all have way different tastes and palates!

© 2018 G.A.I.L

Path of Least Resistance

There are a myriad of different ways to go about doing anything, but we tend to choose the path that feels the most comfortable. And I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that! In the same way that water finds its own level, I guess we all have our own unique styles of figuring out ways to achieve our goals.

In my case, my kids helped me to see that there isn’t just one prescribed way of accomplishing anything. As a new mother I’d happily assumed that I knew better what was good for them, simply because I had more life experience than they did. I also believed I could see further down the track than they were capable of doing. (I dare say most mothers are guilty of exactly the same thing.)

But that was before I even realized what the path of least resistance was all about.

As a lot of parents do by default, I simply assumed that my kids needed to follow my path of least resistance and not their own path! When they were little, I insisted on a bed time of 8 o’clock. This was pretty much non-negotiable because I truly believed that rest was important and I was keen on them developing good habits. My own childhood had been a little chaotic, with no fun bedtime routines and no enforced bedtime either. I would often end up sleeping later than I probably ought to have and seldom woke up fully refreshed. My path of least resistance therefore, was to chalk out a better routine for my children and guide them to follow it.

They however resisted my carefully structured routine to different degrees. My older son insisted he couldn’t get sleep and I was powerless to dispute that. I slowly began to relax into allowing them some degree of autonomy over the years, rather than insist on them doing something I was convinced was ‘good’ for them. I began to sense that any resistance on their part would most certainly negate any good habits I might’ve been forcibly trying to heap on them.

Needless to say, I now see things a lot differently. I believe there is a River of Life that exists for all of us, that we can choose to go with—or not. I now understand that we go with the flow when we’re satisfied— and we move against the current when we’re not.  There will always be people around us on similar journeys (but of course not at exactly the same point) who will give us a friendly tip or two. It is up to each one of us to consider carefully any advice that comes our way and see if it will serve us, either at that moment or sometime in the future.

While children may often seem uninterested in the things that seem important to us, they really are carving out a path for themselves which to them, is easier and far more satisfying. While it may not yield the results their parents were hoping for in the short term, they are indeed having a more scenic and fulfilled ride.  And as they course down their own path of least resistance they often make a definite contribution to the whole, as in with new inventions or a new way of doing things.

Many of the older generation believe that kids spend too much of time on their devices. I don’t disagree at all with that observation. But I would argue that even whilst they do so, they are in fact picking up valuable skills that can enable them to navigate easily and confidently through a rapidly evolving technological world. Isn’t that simply their path of least resistance—as they move from one satisfied moment to the next?

There is a certain degree of incongruence in expecting children to blindly follow their parents’ ways without question. If that were the case, then nothing would’ve moved past the Stone Age where people rubbed rocks together to light a fire!

Many of our beliefs hinder our journey in the same way that rocks or fallen tree stumps force a river to alter its course. Thoughts of unworthiness, guilt or even a perceived misconception that we may not be good enough, can block the flow for a while.

But in my understanding of how the Universe works (with Law of Attraction as the engine that drives it along) there will always be a path of lesser resistance that opens up to create a manifestation. What I mean is that we, (as consciousness personified) actually attract to ourselves, experiences and rendezvous that move us along the River of Life. While illness, accidents and ‘disasters’ of any kind are definitely the most undesirable of all manifestations they also hold the potential for immense spiritual growth.

With the benefit of hindsight I can now see how my journey through illness was the path of least resistance for me. I attracted a medical condition that was not absolutely life threatening, but was serious enough that I had to stop and take stock of my life and everything that was important to me.  I had always had an insatiable thirst to know more about the purpose of life and how everything fits together. But my curiosity always seemed to take a backseat to my role as a mother, which I took very seriously.  And through a somewhat convoluted path, I managed to find answers to many of the questions I had asked. My new found ‘clarity’ may be old news to many people, but it’s huge for me. And now that I get it, it all seems so simple…

I know my viewpoint will seem incredulous if not outrageous to a lot of people and I certainly don’t expect everyone to buy into my philosophy. But l do feel inspired to share my insights because there may be someone on a journey close enough to mine who can hear what I have to say, use it if it resonates, or store it for later.

I’m okay with that … because after all, there isn’t only one prescribed way of doing anything. At the end of the day all of us get to choose which path we take.

 

© 2018 G.A.I.L

A Pleasant Surprise

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I’m not big on receiving accolades or hearty praise. But I do enjoy the thrill of resonance —that tiny feeling of satisfaction when a teeny spark you hold, kindles something in someone else.

I truly believe that every thought we think, actually counts. And when I blog, it is to share the insights I come upon—certain in my understanding that somewhere, sometime, my thoughts will reach out to someone who happens to be on the same wavelength.
Well, last week I was pleasantly surprised to find that I had received a Blogger Recognition Award. It was a simple confirmation of what I’ve suspected all along—that our thoughts do go much further than we expect. We don’t always have to witness every single effect any of our actions have at every moment. There is always a ripple effect of sorts and we simply cannot help influencing each other in intangible ways.
I’d like to thank Black Girls Who Code who nominated me. Not only did I get the thrill of knowing that my voice was being heard, but I got to catch a glimpse of what she has to say, much of which strikes a chord with my own thoughts and ideals. What I personally find fascinating is that many of us bloggers are sharing our tidbits in ways that seems to resonate so smoothly with one another.
As I muse on this, I am reminded of the words of the famous Indian poet, Rabindranath Tagore:
There are numerous strings in your lute
Let me add my own among them
Then, as you smite your chord
My heart will break its silence
And my life will be one with your song
I think all of us smite our own chords as we think and feel—and blog and share our experiences with each other.
And the music of our ‘oneness’ pours out into the Universe, with Law of Attraction orchestrating the entire show!
Here’s my list of bloggers, who I think have an awesome voice:

© 2018 G.A.I.L

Bending Reality

I’ve been brought up to tell the truth and I dare say I’ve always done a fantastic job. But now that I think of it, the ‘truth’ could always do with a little bit of whitewashing now and then.

People call this a white lie and any self-righteous person will recoil at the very idea of making peace with something so horribly taboo.

I’m beginning to think there are occasions when reality can be bent just a little bit, especially when the situation demands it. It’s easy to overlook the incredible power that a simple stroke of whitewash can give, in mitigating a bad situation and soothing it into a better place. What’s even better is that it accomplishes far more than a bucket load of explanation!

One perfect example of this is when I was a little kid—probably around five years old or so. I can’t remember exactly how, but I’d just come upon the realization that death was inevitable.

I was totally shocked to know that I too was doomed to die some day and I simply could not bear the thought.

I can still recall that feeling of panic rising in me as I confronted my mother about this.

“You mean all of us die?” I asked, quite horrified.

“Yes,” she replied, taking the time to sit me down and explain quite seriously that that was just how it was.

“But I don’t want to die,” I whimpered desperately.

Young as I was, I was fully aware of the concern in my mother’s eyes as she seemed to understand my fear, yet felt justifiably bound by parental responsibility.

“But we all have to die,” she explained patiently, watching with a tinge of sadness as I crumbled before her very eyes.

There and then you see, my world was shattered!

Up till then I’d been pretty sure that my mum could fix any problem—and here she was, admitting that she was powerless to save my life!

Most sensible people will agree that my mum’s response was very reasonable indeed.

I on the other hand, believe that a ‘white lie’ here would’ve been totally justified.

In my opinion it would’ve been that soft cushion of hope that had the power to soothe a childhood fear and pave the way to accepting the inevitable at a more suitable time.

My own response as a mother would’ve been totally different. (In fact I’d been waiting patiently all these years for my own kids to come along and ask me the same question, but unfortunately they never did, lol.)

I’d have said, “Yes I too have heard that we all die, but I’m not sure that has to be the case for everyone.”

I’d wait for that to sink in before I continued quite matter-of-factly, “I’ll just tell God that you don’t want to die …and you won’t have to, alright?”

I’m sure any mother could’ve gotten away with this, because especially at the age of five, mothers mean the world to their kids—mine certainly did! Of course everything changes with the onset of the teen years, when almost anything a parent says seems downright ridiculous—but that’s a different story.

People make too much of a deal about ‘always speaking the truth’.  Because when you think about it, the story of Santa Claus is the jolliest white lie ever told!

© 2018 G.A.I.L

Science and Spirituality

All of us have opinions and ideas that make sense to us based on our individual life experiences. These observations then become our truths because we believe that a pattern exists between what we observe and what seems to unfold, based on past experiences.

Scientists label this Confirmation Bias which they describe as ‘the tendency to search for, interpret, favour, and recall information in a way that confirms one’s pre-existing beliefs or hypotheses’.

Confirmation Bias in my opinion is simply ‘Law of Attraction’ in action. Any active thought (which comes with a certain vibrational frequency) tends to attract another thought of similar frequency to it—which then attracts another and another.

There are many aspects to any situation, but I believe each of us tends to rendezvous with those aspects that resonate with the beliefs we have. Just as the tuner on a radio can be set to a pick up radio waves at a certain frequency, similarly our beliefs pick up aspects within the range of what we are offering vibrationally at any moment. That simply is the way Law of Attraction works—in the same unfailing way as the law of gravity.

I reckon science is only just tapping in to Universal truths that many spiritual teachers must always have known. For example Jesus’s teachings seem to fit in perfectly with my understanding of how all of this works. “Turn the other cheek” is valuable advice indeed in confrontational situations, especially when you consider how consistent Law of Attraction always is.

Attention to any subject (for even as little as a minute) creates a strong enough vibration that Law of Attraction responds to. One angry comment could very well spark off another, until very soon a lot of momentum could gather. The situation then has the potential of turning ugly pretty soon.

‘Turning the other cheek’ may sound simplistic, but simply shifting focus off the irksome topic can work its own magic. It presents the opportunity to regroup, so to speak—allowing for some distraction towards more pleasant topics. And then there can be the gentle tuning out, into a more pleasant arena. ‘Turning the other cheek’ is honestly so much more than just having to grit your teeth and bear it. It provides the breath of fresh air that can diffuse a difficult situation.

Indian mystics too seem to have come to a similar understanding of Universal laws. They have a Sanskrit term Astu, which can be described as a force that brings one’s thoughts into a full blown manifestation. Spiritual teachers in India recommend watching your thoughts and words, lest the Tathastu gods act on them too swiftly. Isn’t this just another way of describing Law of Attraction?

As I see it, Spirituality relies on intuition or faith to visualise beyond what is already manifested—into the realm of pure potentiality, where all things are possible. It is by working in harmony with the laws of the Universe that the subtle connection to Infinite Intelligence (God) is reached.

Science on the other hand, insists on direct evidence and reasoning to move forward, which can be burdensome and therefore limiting.

Albert Einstein probably put it more succinctly than I ever could with his famous quote: “The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind, a faithful servant. We have created a society that honours the servant and has forgotten the gift.”

© 2018 G.A.I.L

Empathy and beyond

Many years ago when my older son was around four, we happened to be at a ferry crossing in India. As we stood in line with the other passengers, waiting to go down the ramp into the ferry boat, I noticed a disabled man on a little cart almost at floor level.

His legs may have been paralyzed and I felt sorry that he must not have been able up afford a proper wheelchair. The gadget he was using was simple yet functional (much like a skateboard) enabling him to move, as he used his palms against the ground to propel himself forward.

While I felt sorry that he was forced to commute like this I could not help but admire his resilience in seeking to be independent in his own way.

I am usually hesitant to give alms to just any beggar on the street because there are many who pretend to be disabled when they really are not. But there was no doubt in my mind that this person was definitely genuine. I hurriedly fished in my purse for any change I could find.

Probably thinking this was an excellent opportunity to demonstrate empathy in action, I handed the coins to my son and asked him to give them to the man, explaining that we’d be helping him.

As we approached the man and my son reached out to give him the coins, I caught the man’s eye and for a split second I was confused. He looked at me with utmost kindness and shook his head ever so slightly.

In that moment I realized something that simply hadn’t occurred to me before – and I kicked myself that it had not struck me earlier. He was disabled for sure, but certainly not needy!

Because he was on a rundown looking cart and dressed in humble clothes I had assumed he was a beggar. I had incorrectly surmised that he could not afford a wheelchair. After all, who would choose to brush their palms against the ground when they could move in the comfort of a properly designed mobility device?

In that brief unspoken moment when our eyes met, something indefinable happened. I found myself humbled by the fact that he understood my intentions, yet held no grudge that he had been so completely misunderstood.

I think of this incident often these days when I am in the midst of doing something very ably with my left hand. Then someone will come along and offer to complete my chore, obviously assuming they can do it better because unlike me they have the use of both hands.

I try not to feel irked because I’d rather they appreciate my ‘ability’ rather than assume that my apparent disability is somehow limiting. But then part of me understands that they are coming from a place of caring – even though they are probably just as clueless as I was then.

I guess we all live and learn … and grow, through every little experience.

© 2018 G.A.I.L