Emotional Freedom Techniques (EFT)

Unlike Western medicine, which focuses on our bodies as chemical systems, Chinese Medicine represents our bodies as energy systems.

The energy is either flowing or blocked (stagnate).

Those blocks often caused of negative emotions, including fears, phobias, anger, grief, depression, anxiety, trauma, worry, guilt and other restricting emotions, (limits) contribute to physical problems (dis-ease) and are the result of blocked or fixed energy.

This energy is our Attention and expands or inhibits our private speaking.

"First we make our habits. Then our habits make us" John Dryden 17th century poet-

Emotional Freedom Techniques (EFT) stimulates the body, like acupuncture.

Instead of using needles you use your fingers to tap on specific energy meridian points while concurrently concentrating on the issues bothering you and repeating a short phrase describing the issue.

This technique will help erase, diminish or neutralize the physical or emotional issue thus Freeing Attention.

EFT gives the freedom to choose who, what and how we want to be.

Free Attention is The Secret!

You can use this technique anytime you feel stuck on an issue, a relationship, a task.

EFT Shortcut tapping method:
1-Pick an issue. A sensitive area, or a stuckness. Something specific you would like to change, or attention you wish to free. It can be physical, emotional or mental. It works great to handle uncertainty, indecision, handling change or dealing with the blaaaaaaaaaahs.

2-Assess the intensity of the issue. Create a Subjective Units of Distress Scale (SUDS) to rate the intensity from zero (least) to ten, most intense. Pick a number that best represents how you feel about the issue. Write down the number to measure change. SUF+DS creates a benchmark from which to notice changes.

3-Create a reminder, a set-up phrase. This is a short description of the issue or problem, which manifests as fixed attention. It can be any negative emotion, pain or ‘stinkin-thinkin’. It is the ‘what is’ you want to discreate, and then add the affirmation you wish to create.

4-The Tapping spots & sequence: Between the brows EB, side of eyes SE, under eyes UE, under the nose UN, Chin CH, Collar Bone CB, under arms UA, below nipples BN.

5-Say the setup phrase, Even though I am experiencing …(reminder phrase) I deeply and completely accept myself (affirmation). Keep attention on the issue, affirmation & tap the sequence 7-10 times on each of the EFT points.

6-Stop and reassess using the SUDS scale. If the intensity has not diminished you may need to get more specific. If it has not become zero, repeat the steps using the setup Even though I still have some remaining blockage (issue) I deeply and completely accept myself.

7-Keep tapping until you get your desired outcome. You cannot over do EFT.

For more information on EFT or how to free your energies contact: http://www.garycsmith.net/

Namaste Gary

Facebook at Public Speaker Mr. GC Smith

Meeting?

"To be or not to be" at this or that meeting can capture our Private Speaking.

Specifically Networking Meetings.

Meet and Greets.

Smoozing.

Connecting.

Initiating Contact.

Maintaining Connections.

The Human Relations Commission couldn't get along.

A Mastermind group wasn't getting mystery or mastery.

A Business Network got no results.

A Trade Organization became habitual.

A Service Club served itself, not the members.

These are all fictional example of taking our Private Speaking into public.

Transitions from inner world into the challenges & connections with the outer world.

When we 'deodorize our 'stinking-thinking' in order to better play with others and realize the goals that surface when we remove the stench and begin to smell the roses our criteria for connecting changes.

How to handle and communicate that change?

Network groups require time, and effort to connect and create the trust necessary to to build successful relationships.

Time is necessary to attain the attitude of 'givers gain'.

How much time?

Its too much time if its' no fun.

Feeling ignored, bored, conflicted, over-used, underused, having to go, going by habit, finding or fighting excuses is no fun even harmful to our Private Speaking.

Its no fun not getting your results.

Say Good Bye. Wish them well.

But do say good bye.

The completion is good for you and good for the group.

Namaste

Gary

Laugh away the Cynic

What do you do when you lose something?
What if what you lost is part of you?
Hair, hearing, vision, memory, grace, agility????
Not to worry(which is a good thing to lose) but be concerned, be very concerned if it is your SENSE OF HUMOR.
Private Speaking begins to move into the world of Public Speaking when the humor goes.
What replaces ones sense of humor is the cynic.
The curmudgeon.
The nasty man, older beyond his/her years.
Now the cynic's work is to make all the pieces, the identities that live within us, become pitiful, debased, and not let anyone, especially themselves win.
Many of us have seem him in the mirror, but the cynics observation mode is denial.
"I'm glad I'm not like that."
"Not me.!"
I want to answer the cynic with hope, health, happiness, and humor.
But I need to know this guy, because like all of our identities, they demand to survive.
An identity, once created, does not perish.
They hide, show up at inopportune times.
The cynic identity, who believes it is cast out, returns with a vengeance.
It moves from make wrong, into destroy the game.
For years I have understood that those things we do not appreciate, deny the existence of, refuse to experience, haunt us until they get their place in the sun.
Every hidden identity has its day, SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,
the answer comes in the form of appreciation.
Appreciation of those cynic's at work. The older relative, friend of a friend, nasty old guy at the hardware store, AND that nasty old guy in the mirror.
"I have met the enemy, and he is me."
Built into our equation as human beings, nothing is ever lost.
Misplaced or forgotten perhaps, but this blog reminds us that our humor is still alive.
We can laugh at ourselves if only we have a TV-yes watching I Love Lucy will set Fred Mertz, and alll cynic's back in his easy chair.
Believing that as lost as I become in my own web of identities, I can HEE HAW my breath right out of the cynic and back into the comedian in us all.
Thanks Lucy.

May I?

May-may (mâ) verb, auxiliary
Past tense might (mìt)
1. To be allowed or permitted to: May I? Yes, you may. To gain pure mission.
2. Used to indicate a certain measure of likelihood or possibility: It may rain this afternoon. I may have jury duty today.
3. Used to express a desire or fervent wish: Long may he live! May I be free from jury duty
4. Used to express contingency, purpose, or result in clauses introduced by that or so that: expressing ideas so that the average person may understand

A word that has some deodorizing effect on stinking thinking

A word that both affirms a possibility and offers an out to the possibility.
May often acts as the creator of a dilemma-As in “I may go to the National Speakers Association meeting on Saturday." In this case the dilemma is my ‘stupidity tax’. My term for missing a registration deadline and then having to pay extra to attend.

For the benefit of Private Speaking, does ‘MAY’ fix or free attention?
In this dilemma I am gathering and weighing information.
What value would I receive from attending?
What is the actual monetary tax?
If I didn’t go what value would I receive or give?
How can I take responsibility for my stupidity, or actually my procrastination to appropriately suffer, so as to change behavior and fend back the disease of tomorrow, get what I want, and skip the misery, self abasement, and guilt of being miserable and fixing attention?

The weather is a factor, if it rains as forecasted, what indoor activities would I do at home? I could go to the gym, find a NIA class, or spring clean inside my office.

It’s only $20, to meet and I will hear what the local chapter of NSA has to offer. I will step into a somewhat unknown experience. Experience newness, connect with other speakers, network, find work, spend money, and commute in the rain.

All this because I MAY.
MAY means the choice is mine.
It is a deodorant to should, ought, have to, must.
A possible antidote to self-blame.
I will not try to go, that is nonsense.
And I can, if I choose go.

What could I do, create, alter or change that would HELP ME through this dilemma?
This is why I love how what MAY I Do, and how it transforms into what I WILL Do?

MAY is not a decision, but is a great assistant to the monster of Private Speaking-I decide.
Namaste
Gary

Forgiveness

One of the lessons of Easter, often missed, is forgiveness.

For the Christian world the damage done from not forgiving Pilate, Herod, Judas, the Disciples, the Rabbi's, the Romans, all those who let "our Lord' suffer on the cross became an archetype for hate. The lessons of the past 2 millenniums has been in free that hate. Let go.

"Forgive them Lord for they know not what they are doing."

But the lesson MUST grow. We MUST rid ourselves, each of us of this word.

A lesson is "Teach not the child to hate the peas."

"Teach the child hate is a four letter word more politically incorrect than fuck or shit."

"Teach the child that hate is not opposite of love, but opposite of life."

"Teach how to mankind has sufferred the slings and arrows not of outrageous fortune but of hate."

"Teach the child there is nothing to nothing, and there is nothing to fear."

Ancestral Wisdom
The elder spoke in a voice so light & airy
The child leaned close to hear.
The gentleness seemed as if
An angel spoke,
“Once people knew how to be.”
The child looked at the elder’s shoes
& Rubbed on the old wooden floor,
“Gran, how could people not know how to be?”
The elder stood as tall
as the many years would allow
& chortled while saying
“They knew to be rich or poor,
happy or sad,
mom’s or dad’s,
boy’s or girls,
but not how to be.”
As if learning to dance,
The child shuffled both feet wondering,
“How is it to be?”
Sitting, bending & swooping the child onto a knee
The elder preached in the still small voice of
Childhood’s conscience,
“The only way to be is forgiving.”
With a fidget, & a thought the child said,
“Gran, the church says Jesus forgives you,
& Christians are forgiven.”
In a voice sent only into the child’s ear,
The elder whispered soft so the child would strain to hear
& thus remember for ever,
“It is not forgives, forgiven or forgotten,
it is forgiving.
That is how to be.
Forgiving of me,
Of other,
And especially
Of your self.”
The child kissed the elder on an aged cheek,
“I love you Gran.”

Memories

Memories What good are they?
Why remember this and not that?
Where are they when I need them?
How can I organize my memories?

What makes some important, and some seemingly get lost?
How can I remember to remember to remember?

Once past the fear of public speaking or often at the core of the fear is forgetting, forgetful, and the forgotten. “I can’t remember what to say.”

There are presenters, who got it down pat. Each presentation is word for word, a repetition of what they said before. Memorizing a speech is not a bad thing, but is not always a good thing either.
We are a wellspring of memories. Psychologist and hypnotist often say we can remember everything that ever happened to us.
Everything? What about when you were….?
Who wants to remember everything? The flood would be insane, and perhaps we protect ourselves somehow from the onslaught.
Is it the memorization or the accessing of the information?

The sorting, and recalling what you want?

Again, the challenge is in remembering to remember to remember.
So how to access those memories already residing somewhere in me?

What about accessing the Akashic records of all knowledge?

Find those records and nothing ever need be memorized again.

What’s the key?

Paying attention when the memory was created. Anchoring it to as many of the senses as possible, realizing memories are not just saved in the mind, but in the body.

For example if you haven’t recited the pledge of allegiance for years, stand, place your right hand over your chest and voila it begins. We can consciously create anchors of what we want to remember.

One way is Digital Remembering. Using the fingers and toes, worked in math, it’s a great tool to use for yourself and impacting your audience to remember. . You have one point, anchored in you index finger, the second on the middle finger, ideas on the ring finger, a thumb to hitch the ideas out with. Many fingers already carry a message. We’re number one, a peace sign, looking for a ride. Go ahead and put new messages there-the Intro, Body and Ending.

Enlisting the sense of smell when learning is a big help.

Increasing the supply of oxygen to the brain improves memory and may be accomplished with aerobic exercises; walking for three hours each week suffices. One study found that eating five small meals a day promotes a healthy memory by preventing dips in blood glucose, the primary energy source for the brain.

As with all skills, desire, belief in yourself and deciding you are going to remember are key. Practice desire without stressing, without excuses, and begin to look, just look, get out of your own way and know it will be found.
Is the memory visual, auditory, kinesics?

A visual memory is often a quick snapshot that can be grown into a larger vista with patience and the same ‘backward flowing motion’ of meditation.

Appreciation

If you're not Appreciating this moment, What are you doing?
What's more important than this moment?
What are you paying attention to?
Is your attention fixed?

What do you believe about appreciation?
Do you have to earn it?
Are you appreciating what you tell yourself?

Did you inadvertently join the an Appreciation Club and forget to pay the dues?

I hereby Issue
Your Certificate of Appreciation
Granted Today and Everyday
For Being Appreciative, Appreciating, Appreciated
Now & Forever.

How to keep your Appreciation alive?

Use verbs like interesting.

Get interested in something long enough and its possible to appreciate anything and everything.


Can you create curiosity?

It is not liking and certainly not disliking, its a neutral non-response of hmm, wonder how that works or use the dictionary definition:

Appreciate-"To be fully aware of the value, importance, magnitude. To esteem adequately or highly. To be keenly sensible or sensitive to. To show gratitude for. TO increase the value of."






Creating Private Speaking that revolves around Appreciation is a key that unlocks your Treasures of the invisible but obvious higher nature of all humanity, that lives inside each of us.

The Kingdom of Heaven lies withing, and the path is down the Gratitude Trail into the Halls of Appreciation.

The Shock of Awakening Ideas

I relish the thought of an awakening idea.

Not just the new or different, but when a new light in the gray matter turns on.

Sometimes it may take a while to share.

It' your light.

Your new vision.

If it was food you'd savor it.

If it was a tool you'd "Stephen Covey it.

If it was a song, it be on the hit parade with a beat you can dance too.

It would be wasabi for the first time.

That dive into the puchbowl on Eagle Creek up the Columbia River Gorge.

Or when you found a like spirit, your soul mate, or opened up to share a secret.

Enough teasers, name me one Awakening Idea-there are a number of me's, identiies inhabiting this body, all of which believe they are in charge. Time to make friends with my me's.

If someone makes a face and says smell this, don't.

The Protestant revolution was about, protest.

It's possible to be happy.

You never look and sound as bad as it seems on video.

Its a delight when people hear what you really have to say.

It is possible to get older and not notice.

I believe I am in the Awakening Idea business, and asking questions is a good route to finding the SHOCK.

Namaste

Put a Smile in your Dreams

No where is Private Speaking so private as in our dreams.

Our dreams serve multi-purposes, from day dream distractions, imagination stretchers and users, sleeping visions, daily even lifetime motivation.

By defination anything is possible in our dreams.

A transition point in Private Speaking and Public Speaking is how changing our physiology changes our emotional state. An exercise like 'Smiling till your Happy' is a fine example.

Do it now, lower the chin, raise the corners of mouth, brighten and widen your eyes, and BINGO Happy Happens.

What if inducing Mr Morpheus into dreamland we consciously smiled before entering sleep?

How would that influence our dreams?

How would that influence awakening?

Life maybe Suffering, But Misery is Optional

One area of Private Speaking that is useless inner dialogue is misery. Suffering is inevitable but our inner and outer reactions make it so much more miserable.

For the child it may begin with food and the division of the world into like and don't like. That very concept may be the thought forms that put together the world of consciousness, governed by the opposites and rules of Karma.

The concept of fixed immutable laws is challenged on a daily basis by meditators, quantum physic's, and free attention advocates.

A child may create limits and rules from how they were supported based on their food choice.

Is food important? YEA!

There is a huge difference in the child who screams about not eating the oatmeal and the child who suffers through the oats. Think of the difference in physiology, screaming, adrenalin, fixed attention, contortions even possible convulsions all because of likes, dislikes and a poor approach to the food game on behalf of all involved.

As toilet training may affect how a person 'efforts' throughout their life, how the child learns to handle the suffering of foods may affect how the react to the inevitable suffering we all experiencing learning, disciplining and evolve as human beings.

Remember, suffering is real, misery, an option.

My bout with the flu had some very interesting identities emerge to convince me that my pillow or blanket had switches for a drop down menu of storytelling. I was so convinced I got up in a fever, to write down my revelation so I could share this unique apparatus with others. After the third day I realized that as real as it seemed, no story tellers appeared and the button, levers or toggles didn't exist but those fevered identities did exist, probably dormant waiting for the next heat wave to grab my consciousness.

The overall of feeling, and I've run into these before' were an entire city of beings going their separate ways within my being. Schizophrenia, possibly, but not in the least miserable.

Are you Listening to YOU?

There maybe days ahead where the only words of praise and possibilities came from your Private Speaking.

Have you found the Answer?

There it was given again. The Answer is never the Answer, only the QUESTion contains the answer.

Self Knowledge.

Inner work

Handling issues.

Your Inner Content.

Taking the time, money and mirrors to see which way your light shines, and where YOU look away.

The WAY is mapped by your words to yourself.

Toss out the Censor and just listen!

Listening to Private Speaker gives you a head up toward Public Speaker, the one we want to Hear.

How can I Use this?

How Private are Your Thoughts?

Does anyone else know what I am thinking?
Does anyone care what I am thinking?
Are my thoughts really private?
My mother liked to tell me she knew everything I did. She may have, but she never knew all that I thought.
There were times in 1970 when my group of Truth Seekers programmed ourselves with the help of Timothy Leary’s book, The Psychedelic Book of the Dead and we had experiences of reading others minds.
Altered consciousness yes, but it worked.

How?
Part of Tim’s program was taken from The Tibetan Book of the Dead, and the phrase shinning black void, referred to the attention of the mind. It was a visualization on the shinning black void, at the moment of death that allowed the monks in the Bardo experience to begin reprogramming the being for rebirth. The being emptied the mind and the chants and mantra’s were installed or initiated before, during and after the death process.

Either my mind was so quick as to grasp the subtleties of an other, or the mind was so slow and open that the void was filled by the nearest being, or the desire to know the inner thoughts was primary enough to create the connection.
I have had non altered stated experiences of being in a group where the game was to get present, in your body, agenda free, and go stand where another person had stood and experience what is there. The residual musings of someone else. Amazing experience.
Tony Robbins talks about this in Unlimited Power.
Parlor game or useful tool?

The effort required to attain the shinning black void, is worthwhile to charge ones batteries, clear the air, open the tube, and listen for the message. But the illusion may be that any of us have private speaking. That all we think conjure, wish and desire is in the airwaves for all to receive.

Love from The Last Supplement from the Whole Earth Catalog

Great Grandpa Thomas Crapper

It ain't what happens its how I react.

Public Speaking versus Private Speaking

With that as a premise let me add mis-takes, as in errors and omissions and on the 'set' miscues.

My inner dialogue is Private Speaking.

Does it differ drastically, or just a lttle from my Public Speaking?

My Private Speaking is much harsher.

I think this is a corollary of my blog 'If I weren't me I'd envy me.'

I remember a thought from Ken Kesey in The 1971 Last Supplement to the Whole Earth Catalog, it was the Tools from my Chest issue, about how its 'All good shit, what's the use of censoring it.'

I got out my pulped paged edition, originally sold for $1, now being offered for $450, talk about inflation or value. Yes Value, and I value these words from Neal

...just keep on truckin...No need to edit. Nothing is nothing to lose so it's never kept back. Who needs a snaky little editor got his nails gnawed to the quick, checking the commode. It's all good shit whatso'meveraint't it? and if it ain't how else you gonna get it out to work on it?

Well ain't that something to think upon, a genuine Avatar from On the Road, wiring a message of no-sense in trapping that Private Speaking.

Well that don't work for me.

I can use an editor on occasions, and do. It ain't what happens its how I broadcast that upgrades my Public Speaking.

How much of my Private Speaking is someone else's, mom & dad, media, "I wanna be-wish-I was-that's what they all say' Private Speaking.

I am going to act, take a mis-take if needed. Hope for correction without invalidation and stay at source and keep my mouth shut if i haven't got something nice to say unless i be the purveyor of Tuff Love. I appreciate Tuff Love whenever it's deliver with love.

And as Mr. Natural on the cover of The Last Whole Earth Catalog says, "He who shits in the road will meet flies on his return,."

Its always been hip to pay attention.

What Scares You?

Happy Halloween

What’s scary?

Halloween has become another celebration turned seasonal marketing plan?

How to take it back?

What part of pumpkins, goblins, candy corn and putting on a costume profanes the point of all saints eve?


What do I want to believe about Halloween?

Is it begging treats and playing pranks?


What makes something hallowed?

Dictionary-Hallowed: -verb, transitive
To make or set apart as holy.
To respect or honor greatly; revere.”


Is it about being scared?

What Scares you?


What do I believe that makes the bogeyman real?

Where and how can Freddy or Chucky or the Wicked Witch get me?


How many ways can I look at this holy day, now a season of sales?

Ancient Wisdom reveres the hallowed evening as a celebration and acknowledgment of the dead.

Aha, a space of seeing beyond the physical, and recognizing spirit. A day to recognize our fears of death.


It can be a day of recognition that we are all beings. Behind the mask of Freddie, the Princesses make-up, the bearded hippies, the Dr, or Fireman is the truth that I am all identities.

I am as, how, when and where I chose to be.

The joy can be in the belief that I can be it all.

My expression of myself is only limited to my imagination or fears.

Making an Ass Out of You and Me

There are ASS umptions

and there are Useful ASSumptions


To create the world the way we want it is a Useful Assumptions.

A New Points of View is a Useful ASSumption

Where we place our attention is what we get out of life.

All we ever have is what we are aware of.

Duh, this is a doctrine of SOURCE.

Useful Assumption-you are SOURCE of your experience.

Private Speaking is about how your inner dialogue controls you and how you can control your inner dialogue and create your desired outcome.

BECAUSE “LIFE IS easier when you TELL YOURSELF IT IS.”

Private Speaking is the sum total of your beliefs and internal processes which creates your model of the world.

A world of your meaning, experiences, emotions, perceptions that guide your actions.

If you change your model of the world you will alter your experiences and behavior.

Private speaking is designed to change your model of the world-key word model.

The world does not change, your perception, your reactions change as your model changes.

It is a matter of freeing attention from stone statutes into malleable clay of flexibility, feedback and choices.

What we tell ourselves is beyond powerful, it is what we create.

Useful ASSumption-I remember.
Useful ASSumption-I use my mind.
Useful ASSumption-I live my life with certainty.
Useful ASSumption-I have free attention.
Useful ASSumption-The world works for everyone.
Useful ASSumption-Change is possible.
Useful ASSumption-I am Source.

Namaste Gary

I Ran Out of Elbow Grease

It took me a long time to believe in Elbow Grease.

My mother initiated me in the idea, and gave me a great number of opportunities to use my Elbow Grease. “Put some Elbow Grease in it,” she said encouraging harder work.

I think I fully grasped the value of the E.G. from sport, shagging fly balls, hustling, entering all the track events.

Later as someone said, ‘Do trips are better than don’t trips’.

"With little or no doubt, Saying yes!

Taking risks.

I extended participation, the verb, into partying, a way of being with Elbow Grease.

Elbow Grease had me follow through, got me warmed me up, and made the extra effort.

So now as I found myself painting the neighbors walls, and my elbow began to ache, I recognized it was from lack of Elbow Grease. The effort was there, but the invisible, now so obvious lubricant, that allows long-term elbow over exertion, was gone.

Where did it go?

Is it age?

Did I diminish my supply? ‘Guess I just used up all my elbow grease.’

Where went the elasticity?

Did I pop a seal?

Do I need an oil change, tune-up, overhaul?

What’s the lesson here?

What is Elbow Grease?

What paths of opportunity does Elbow Grease open?

Where can I get some more?

Is E.G. helpful or impeding belief?

E.G. was an indoctrinated belief, I can still hear mom’s voice of encouragement.

Elbow Grease is mom’s effort.

But I also modeled E.G. Like using it to shift into a higher faster gear-

‘Being able to leap tall buildings in a single bound….’

Working to make, Kahlil Gibran’s quote real, “Work as love made visible.”

So E.G is about effort. What do I want to learn about effort?

Ah, is it time to learn/find a new kind of effort?

Since I am out of E.G. should I learn a lesser Zen-type effort?

Perhaps it was a the moment the Elbow Grease ran out and the efforting, the trying, teeth gritted, fist clinched, mouth held just the right way, breath holding, EFFORT, let go, and as some New Ager’s intone LET GOD.

As I worked on the Sleep to Dream book, with dreamland as my laboratory, result required a brand of E.G. to awaken and write out the results of the experiments.
On 10/2/03 I awoke with a start (interesting verb that started a process I am encapsulating) it was 1:23am and that moment I felt a key to unlock the mystery of how to become more real.

Then an epiphany.

My desire to know the wordage, the process, of how a number code could be so meaningful in becoming real for others.

I was as easy as the digital clock said, 1,2,3.

When I aligned my primary affirmation to be real and present for others, I AM.

Likewise, I could align to my self-important show-off or un-align to my higher self and I become separate, as in: “Birds of the land and sea. I am not a bird as you are. A high ambition moves me, and to satisfy it I am separate from other creatures.” From the Sufi tale, Conference of the Birds.

Reminds me of lines that date to my childhood.

Remember "One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and four to go."

Well here’s a passage from Charles Johnson’s book, Middle Passage, Madam Marie Toulouse, a Creole who had spent her young womanhood as the mistress of first a banker, then a famous actor, a minister, and finally a mortician was asked. "Why these four?" Madame Toulouse replied to her questioner, "Why dear it was one for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and four to go,”….

The Big Space & The Small Space

From a Dream

It was a Big Space, a large room with many people.

I was just one of the folks when I spoke,
“Let’s all find our space.”
Not an authoritative voice, an ‘everyman’s’ voice, soft, reassuring, in tune with the group voice.

“Spread out,” came the voice, and it was me speaking, confident, caring feeling the room.

It was a big room, and I was leading us to realize this room was inside us. Inside everyone was a big room like this. Big enough for everyone we know, and don’t know.

We were cooperating in sharing this space. And as big as the space was, and that we were aware of the size, we also had our small space. We were expanded, and we could contract, shrink into our small space.

I became the guide to:
“Find the small space It is like a curl, the nook round the corner that’s cozy and comfortable. We all have a curl, a pube that acts as a metaphor to the small space.”

The space may only be big enough for one, or it may have room for a couple of others.

“Imagine it.

“It’s safe. You belong here. It’s your space. Like sitting under the snowball tree as a child. Or hiding in the corner of the closet, under the basement stairs.”

What’s important is the spaces are always here.
Always inside me.
Always a private space.

I can move from the small space to the big space. There is lots of room to stretch out. And the big space is safe too; you belong here, or there.

The spaces are always open.

I shared how I saw the spaces, How we all have the spaces, and in this magic moment we communicated to each other.

It was showing & telling.

We all got up from our naps AND I BEGAN TO SING:
“You put your left foot in. You put your left foot out. You put your left foot in and you shake it all about. You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around.

That’s what its all about.”

Close your eyes,

find your spaces,

it’s your rooms.

Big

or

small

feel the freedom of the rooms within.
Namaste

Gary

Can you see your childhood bedroom?

Private speaking is also private viewing.
It's your own Cinema.

Not all Inner Cinemas are technicolor, wide screen, dolby sound, or full length, but they consist of you as possible, actor, director and audience.

It is your inner vision board.

Take a moment to see your childhood room. The walls, the floor, the ceiling.
Wheres the light switch?
Which side of the bed did you get in on?
Where's the closet?
What's on the wall?

This inner voyage can reap huge rewards in building the ability to visualize.

Some say , "I don't see visions?"
Being visionary is a learned process.
Practice by noticing what you've seen before.

Visions, memory, thinking are all learned experiences.
In our private world, paying attention to details, asking "what's there?"
Take a good look, a quick look, a faded look, a glimpse, it will build your world.

It's your mind, create it how you wish.

In my world, I bow to the light within you , just because you are you.

gary

Hallucinogenic Training

HALLUCINOGENIC TRAINING

In 1970 I took a 400 level Psychology class at Portland State University entitled Hallucinogenic Training. I became the star of the class. It wasn’t about drugs, but a creative visualization class developed by a former military clinical Psychologist. He developed a process to improve the accuracy of bombardiers in WWII. His technique was very successful.

During the period from the WWII to present 1970 he researched, refined and developed new usages for his techniques. He needed a volunteer for his demonstrations. I was glad to volunteer as his ‘guinea pig,’

“With little or no doubt I said yes.”*

This was a class in hypnosis. Dr. Warren Wilcox had developed a relaxation technique using breathing, physical sensation and colors and images to create the feel & mental picture of your desired outcome.

It was goal-oriented meditation.

The technique recognized phosphene imagery that occurs during & after initiation of full body relaxation by imaging breathing into body parts. Your inner guide/initiator (sometimes policeman) would lead you, working from toes to head.
In this state, with closed eyes, focusing basically on the breathing, relaxation sensation, and the imagery-amoebic looking blobs that appeared to me as black evolving into purple, then the guide added the message in the form of an affirmation of a goal or state you wished to create.

This was a milestone for me to reference internal dialogue, visualization, and the process of de-hypnotizing myself.

*quote attributed to George Ivanovich Gurdjieff

Healthy Communication

It's not what you say, it's how you say it.
Are you nicer to others than to yourself?
Are you in your best company when alone?

What is Healthy Private Speaking?

Henry Ford is quoted as saying," Whether you believe you can or can't, you're right."

Private Speaking is about our inner dialogue. The non-stop voices of beliefs, and disbelief's. Of truth and nonsense.
Of inane chatter, reruns, if only', sorry's, wishes, control, hopes, revenge, day dreams, old lovers, lost friends, goals, gains, got too, musts, should, ought, its so easy to stop and just listen to the commentators.

BUT

Don't believe everything 'it' says.

Healthy communication is about recognizing those voices, the advisers, counsellors, creators of well wishes, highest values, Truth Sayers, the compassionate forgivers and patient purveyors of attention and appreciation.

Healthy communication is a self-rewarding loop of positive feedback.

Healthy communication is an affirmation of goals wishes and desires.

Healthy communication is agenda free, memorable and fun to share.

Cultivate your healthy communication by being aware of what you are telling yourself. Here is one of my favorite exercises:

How do I know what I am saying till I see what i am writing:

1. Start with 10 words you value
2. Then make those words into ten sentences.
3. Then make those ten sentences into ten paragraphs
4. Then divide the paragraphs into INTRO-BODY-CLOSING
5. NOW READ AND LISTEN TO WHAT YOU WROTE.
6. Put a title on your work.
7. Read it for seven days in a row, without a commentator
8. Alter or change any 'ill-willed', uncertain, doubtful, vengeful communication.
9. Reread for another seven day without a commentator.
10. Post a blog. The world needs Healthy Communicationers

To find ways of silencing the commentator, contact Gary C Smith Public Speaking and Training.

Namaste

Gary

It's Your Questions in Time.

Snippets of time….with “time being an illusion, lunchtime doubly so.”*

My daily creations of times begins upon awakening and asking myself three questions before I open my eyes. Such as:

How can I make today fun?

How can I add more love to the world?

What can I do to further my goals?

What new questions can I ask myself?

What questions create more happiness?

Do my questions control my thoughts? Key Question!

Did the school system, retreats, seminars, workshops, classes, REALLY try to teach me how to ask questions and not to give answers?

Once out of bed comes the unblocked time of the toilet to tea. Time just passes till I pick up my morning read or meditation, where time stops and insights, wisdom and epiphany blend into quality time.

Then prep time, time to leave, commute time, punch the time clock, busy time, lunch time-where time speeds up or slows depending on lunch choices and service.

Afternoon time can drag into a fight against siesta time till quitting time. Drive time, wind down time, happy hour, dinnertime, some TV time, bedtime, and dream time.

Time out!

Play time. Time for friends, family & buddi’s.


“Time is on my side.’**
“Time is too short for those who wait…***
“Times up, what’s your answer?”

Time may be continuous and carry a beat like a clock, musically or with agreement from the Atomic clock, the stock market or TV, but for me, time is dependent on where my attention goes, or maybe where my judgments, my attitudes or the adverbs(labels like good time, bad time) that I put upon my attention. It’s not a case of not having enough time, but of owning the time I have.

How easy is the step from owning to enjoying? Owning the time frames is a different perspective. Like eating a whole watermelon one piece at a time, building long term happiness a frame at a time.


Am I happy to be alive?

Is there enough happiness in the world?

Are our soldiers happy?

Is my time a generalized version of life or a specific encounter with my feelings?

Which do I prefer?

Which one is a habit?

Which one can I create?

What do I want to create?

Time in!

“It’s never too late to have a happy childhood.

Nomstay, Gary

*Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy

**The Rolling Stones

***It's A Beautiful Day

Serve Us, Serve Ice, or Sir Vice

Work is Love Made Visible
What if mankind had a motto, a mission statement, a tag line, an elevator five second message that would be GIVERS GAIN. Not an original, but an ageless piece of wisdom that has evolved through cultures, countries and religions since man first DECIDED to get along.

What a day it was when mankind agreed to agree, rather than fight for food, comfort sex and or power, getting along grew into cooperation, teamwork, and service.

How did that happen? What caused the change?
One concept of change most agree too is change is painful

and rarely does change occur without pain.

Can you think of a time you made change without pain,

or

where you can go to create change without pain.

So by using this form of logic,

or

actually the emotion or sensation of pain mankind became upset, sore, pissed off, angry, irate, MAD as hell and DECIDED not to take it anymore and miraculously moved their attention from their own feelings of pain, lack & inadequacy, onto the feelings of another.

Attention went from ATTENTION IN to ATTENTION OUT.

How is that possible?
Perhaps there was one of them, a leader who served as a model.

Very likely a WOE man, a mother who lead the way.

Woe, meaning to pull in the reins on pain.

Perhaps an alien source, ET, Alf or Mork landed or beamed down.

Or

some religion state a higher force incarnated.

An evolved civilization that may have realized that keeping ones ATTENTION on themselves leads to doubts, uncertainty, confusion, and the fear of being alone in a world that may not have recognized mankind as source of the universe and with a few lessons in ATTENTION were able to teach the evolving earthlings the peace & joy of service.

However, it happened!

Messages from cultures, religions, families and individuals universally professed the new found GOLDEN RULE.
Do Onto Others As You Would Do Onto Yourself.

As with most great answers, a new question arose.

In this model it began from the contradiction itself,

If I can’t control my life, my mind, and if I have headed down the road of inSAMEity, believing that by continuing to do what I have always done new results will occur I will now change and focus my ATTENTION on others.

If we look from the viewpoint of the aliens who initiated this idea, we can see that in order for the GOLDEN RULE to work, I must first know how I want to be treated.
It may have been at this time that Narcissus found his reflection in a peaceful pool of water and self-investigation began.

Who Am I?
Why Am I here?
What’s happening?

So I ask those questions.

That’s my job, my work, what’s been called the MAGNUS OPUS-the Great Work.

But in my PRIVATE SPEAKING inSAMEITY i realized that the more we know and understand each other the greater we are able to serve each other, and the more we become full service. Because full service is not just about other, but as in win win, the winning is concurrent,

you & me win.

So its not serve ice, cooling off with a frozen drink,

or

serve us as in pay your dues, follow our rule,

or

Sir Vice one of mankind’s misnomers,

like the often idiot savant Ad Vice,

but service the freedom to put your ATTENTION on someone

or

something other than yourself and experience the joy & peace of giving the greatest gift, yourself.

Namaste

Gary

Sanctifying the Moment

“…to share his part of the secret of heaven: that each affects the other and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories , but the stories are all one.”*

Time to pick up the talking stick and tell the next part of the tale. It’s the ritual retelling that sanctifies the memory itself.

Ah, the moment of choice, so many stories. So many ways to look at the same event. The answers to:
Who Are You? I am who ever I want to be.
What’s happening? –What I choose to create.
What am I doing here? –Sanctifying this moment.

Now sanctifying, to set apart for sacred use, to purify, consecrate, to make holy, implies that a moment may not be holy, that an effort is needed. Or does it imply that biased or fixed attention is doing the sanctification?

Who am I choosing to be, is what creates the sanctity.

One day, long ago in a far away galaxy (creation) a moment, a process, connections became so real, my being was touched so deeply, that I believe I can make this moment holy, by remembering, reminding, recalling, other Avatar’s with whom I’ve created connection.

I ask over and over, how can I, keep the sanctity alive? The answer is always be present.
Namaste
Gary

Can You Create An Old Identity?

The elder.
In my family it’s me.


I got a lock on the competition,them young whippersnappers will always be that younger.


Last week I ran into age discrimination. The ‘too old’ identity was called attention at a meeting on disability insurance. "Get the insurance now while premiums are low, not like when your Gary's age." It was followed with a Yogi-ism, "Ya know the insurance ya can't afford when you need it."


I felt a slight urge to slip into a Capricornian depression identity, but its my attention, no sense (nonsense) to get my attention fixed on age.


Being the oldster, the old gray haired who’s losing teeth, is a fine identity.


What do I choose to believe about aging?
I’ll explore:
Is Aging what happens when I am not paying attention.
So I contemplate spans of time. A breath, a minute, an hour, day, year, sixty years.

Its only a problem when let my attention fix on being old.



Compared to my house, I am 54 years younger than my house.
I Remember The Shadow of the Tigers Whisker Initiation.
I Remember to use skincare and sunblock.
I Remember some great agers, Sophia Loren. Pablo Casals. George Burns, Cher.
Ah, and the senior discount.
Aging is how things get done.
Aging is free of adjectives, ans, it is.
Intensifying my attention, what is something I haven’t noticed about aging?

Timing is everything, and time is all we really have to play with our attention.

Gary

The Questioner

CAN YOU CREATE A NEW IDENTITY?

I believe I can create my own deliberate identity.
Why? Why not?
Here is a story from my mom that created an identity.
“In the beginning was the word,” and most of them came from my mom. One of my earliest memories is of finding a Bible.
We lived in a 24’ trailer. I was three of four years old. Mom was pregnant with a child she would miscarry. Our trailer was parked next to the Grand Rhonde River in a trailer park in LaGrande, Oregon. Mom was very protective of her blonde haired, blue-eyed baby boy. This was spring of 1951. I wandered about fifty feet from the trailer, away from the raging river, and found a box of stuff another caravanning occupant abandoned. Looking through the box I found a small red book. It was just my size. I was curious. I took it back to mom and wanted to know what it was.
“This is a very important book. Don’t ever set anything on it. It’s a Bible and contains the story of God and how he created the world.” She said.

I realized the immensity and importance of these statements. This was not about instilling ‘river I’, ‘being quiet’, ‘eat your vegetables’ or ‘potty time.’ My attention was peaked.

“When you grow you are going to read these stories. You will read about God and how he created the world and the first people, Adam and Eve. How they had two boys Cain and Abel and how they found two girls and married.”

It was here that mom paused, and with very soft eyes through her glasses she created an imprint.

“Where did those girls come from?”

So here was an identity that wondered. A permanent door, or at least a window opened into areas of my being and stayed ajar.

Today I am evaluating how I recreated the questioner, and what happened?

Gary C. Smith Public Speaking & Trainings: Helping to sort your identities to know WHO YOU ARE.

Dear Buddi, July 24, 2005
“Inch by inch life a cinch, yard by yard its hard.” Said the Snail.
Ah I repeat myself, but if is good, do it again. I journey back three years and find….
The gradient approach to life. How do you eat a whole watermelon, the magic instructors once asked?
The epiphanies, kismets, revelations, original thoughts, and direct experiences occasionally revealed in my discipline of Avatar Fry Day appear hidden. The discipline required in telling a story of value to you my precious reader is especially challenging this week. I ponder have I evolved past doubt, staying out of the ruts of sameness and honor the wisdom of my teachers? Am I asking myself good questions? Am I ‘Slip sliding away’ as Paul Simon sings.
It is not the one lucky strike; it is the ability to string many lucky strikes that make a great bowler. How does the continuity of my day-to-day opportunities keep my creative spirit alive to share in this AFD? This AFD becomes a daily log, blog?
“Monday , Monday so good to me…can’t trust that day…sometimes it just works out that way.” Mamas and Papas did the singing, but I hear what I want, and make up my own words & meaning. Getting ready for Monday’s excites me, I love the preparation. I loved getting ready for school. School was the friends, the wisdom in books, teachers or in the work and words of a schoolmate. I take my schoolboy enthusiasm into life. ‘It is my attitude of appropriate fun, rapport, information, and compassion that keeps me on purpose and in demand to realtors, brokers and affiliates. I am an asset to whomever I contact!’ That’s my credo for work.
Tuesday was & still is Realtor Marketing meeting. My last week brochures went nowhere, so this week I went back to adding pictures. My original brochures had Jimmy Stewart photo, from the film Mr. Smith goes to Washington, the story of a down home senator who took on the bureaucrats. Filibustering to stop injustice and get his message across.
“Why is he on the flyers? Who is he anyway?” realtors asked. I thought the message was clear, I, another Mr. Smith, have an idea whose time has come. Do your diligence; disclose the truth, become accountable, a new idea to make-work easier and risk free liability.
Next brochure I went with Arnold, the Gubernator. Get fit, and stay toned with our Home Owners Document review. It was a early pose in speedos.
I loved it when someone asked, “Is that you?”
I’d never be caught in shorts like that. The flyer did create interest.
On Thursday, while making a presentation to a ‘condo specialist’, she asked if I had any marketing literature. She was looking at the review binder, excited about our service, as I dug thru my flyers and showed her Arnold's photo. She was aghast, insulted, and distraught, in shock at the lack of professionalism. Got her attention! Oops, wrong attention. But marketing a new product first they have to know you and the product exist. She now knows we exist. I didn’t tell her the flyer was for realtors and not the public, or that the hidden intent was that the Gubernator wanted HOA’s get into the fitness’s mode. Oh well.
Tuesday afternoon I got a call from a broker saying he has an HOA Review interest. I have an appointment for Wednesday morning. I create a threefold intention,, 1-I want to get to know them. 2-For them to know our service. 3-For them to get to know and remember me, so I tell my story of my Great Granddad Thomas, the Royal Plumber to Queen Victoria and King Edward. It was he who invented the toilet, the Crapper. It’s an exercise to see all the places that you can use the word crap in a sentence with reference to your buddi, great grandson Gary. I always get a laugh. Toliet humor is still very popular so I started putting a picture of great granddad Thomas Crapper on the flyer.
I can see me in his portrait, the facial hair, and the whimsical look of making money while on the crapper. I get a call from the broker saying do the HOA review..
Wednesday is coaching night with Practical Resources, David & George my new mentors into the Real Estate world, want me to fly to LA Monday to help with their seminars. I’m in motion again. I begin to feel like Jello, an ambivalent glop of goop contained in an unknown mold. I shudder and shake while looking at homes for sale, contemplate two other brokers interests, prep for the classes next week to the National Association of Hispanic Real Estate Professionals and to an HOA with parking problems.
I stayed grounded this week with fitness classes each day, BBQ’s each evening and ‘nothing’ time to absorb the events. Maybe I’m more Popsicle than Jello, the 111-degree heat adding to the melting.
Friday, It's been a great week to extend an AFD, feel my way looking for ‘right view.’ I read Harry Palmer, “It means that you don’t impose your own beliefs upon things….Right view means you see things as they are, and when you see things as they are, the nature of things begin to make sense.”
What makes sense to me is road trip, or boat trip. The Carquienz straits out our window have the sea foam cutting across the water, the fog has lifted and I’m going to take the ferry to SF to solidify my intent about WHAT’S NEXT.
I’m early at the Vallejo ferry building humming ”Sitting on the dock of the wasting time…” “If life is a waste of time, and time is a waste of life, then let's all get wasted together and have the time of our lives,” written on Armand's Plaza, Washington , DC. I pull out my rugged writing pad, and write. The air feels lighter, the breeze ruffles the flags, the smell is clean like a mountain stream, not fishy diesel. Two hundred yards across the inlet is an aircraft carrier being disembodied by Star Wars like cranes. There is an old paddle wheeler waiting its turn. On the road behind me are parked two 1947 Packard convertible limos. Shiny chrome and cream, a champagne bucket waiting to cruise up to Napa. It feels like Fred Astaire singing “Heaven, I’m in heaven, and I can hardly stand a moment…”. I meet the limo drivers, sit on the pleated Naugahyde and file this under things to do. I’ve added a chauffeured road trip to Napa as a compelling future.
It’s time to queue up for the 55-minute trip to the renovated San Francisco Ferry Building. My spongy Jello character has been transformed by the adventure into the explorer. My view of time has shifted, the shape and sizes of ships and objects become clearer almost psychedelic in the sharpness. I have a gestalt of forms countering the separation of all things into this is that, and that is this. Its my call, my day to just let it be. I am not lost, nor skipping over the surface of the water like the orange balloon that landed on the water being blown upstream. Everywhere I look is something I haven’t noticed before.
I practice my smile. Smiling at guys while ferrying to SF might bring up a judgment of being ‘gay.’ I create a version of the Compassion Exercise where I put my attention on a person and imagine what I was like at that age, or with that attitude-the Asian woman smoker doing a crossword, the three year old racing around the cabin, the embarrassed teenager huddled with peers, the one who looks like my mom traveling with her mom my nana, the old guy with hat and shirt endorsing Mercury boats. “Just like me, this person is learning about life.”
I am getting high, maybe one of those promised flashbacks as I head to the City to visit the ghost of Ken Kesey and his band of Merry Pranksters. Professor Mark at U of Oregon has resurrected the Prankster bus Furrther to take the acid test., which I passed with A’s, and tutored many an initiate.
"The answer is never the answer. What's really interesting is the mystery. If you seek the mystery instead of the answer, you'll always be seeking. I've never seen anybody really find the answer-- they think they have, so they stop thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer." Ken Kesey.
I return to pen and pad and use some Creativism to script my SF trip. I want to meet some people, stand out in the open air while we are cruising. Raleen and I once saw a whale on this cruise so seeing one is scripted in. I want to see children being kind to each other, feel the rush of sailboats passing, a view of Emperor Norton’s new bay bridge, lots of shade, and a large dose of the unexpected, coupled with laughter, and a nice lunch. I’ll walk to SBC ballpark.
The Ferry building has been transformed into an agora of farmers markets and restaurants. Hundreds buying peaches, tomatoes, & breads. I taste the sweetest wheat grass juice. Walking down the Embarcadero I spy a strange movement a block ahead. It looks like camels asses.(Ah another version of PigLips, a pattern interrupt and transderivational search) I speed up to catch the parade or a march of some kind. The camels are rattan coolie caps, worn by men and women in black robes. They are led by a blind Asian man with a seeing eye dog, and a Buddhist monk beating a drum. Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap tap. The hats have written in felt pen upon the top “The Full Circle to Trinity.”
“What’s happening I ask a video cameramen with his sound guy. “I’m doing a documentary on the blind guy. He’s from Hiroshima. They are walking to Trinity, New Mexico, site of the first atomic bomb, 1,600 miles. We just started at the Ferry building."
Well I never thought of scripting this, but I join. I even check to see if I have my AMEX card so I can go all the way. I’m flooded with images of growing up “Put your hands on your head, your head between your legs, and kiss your ass good bye." From the early 1950’s till the Berlin Wall fell I expected the world to be nuked. No sense planning heavily on the future, might as well retire now. Be Here Now became an epiphany of the NEW CLEAR AGE, because there wasn’t going to be a then.
At SBC park we all stop, only 1599 miles to go, and everyone gets bottled water, and some check their ‘cells’ for messages. Pictures are taken. A prayer and chant begin under the bronze statue of Willie Mays. Without my AMEX card I choose to Mecca around the ballpark. The green grass of the IN-field was my first hope of salvation in this life. There was no meaning to life till I made meaning as a six year old with the other players, the bats, the ball, gloves, uniforms, a team, the game. Winning, being a good sport, playing fair, hustling, were my lessons before the magicians, sages and avatars ever appeared. Lessons in paying attention, eye on the ball, joining with others for a common (often uncommon) goal.
So the ballpark is a full circle, a loop that can be entered at any time. Being inside a creation, experiencing self and others from compassion and new and different ways of looking at life. This week I again proved to myself that I do keep the magic alive.
Namaste, Gary