The Mind

I just watched an advert on FB about a trainer who was selling a course on facilitated behaviour change with the tagline that “the mind believes what you tell it”, with the explanation that what you tell the mind with self-talk is a blueprint that the mind must work toward manifesting.

Great, so it’s as simple as changing your inner self talk as a first step, I get it.

It may seem that “Diction Resolution Therapy” is about simply changing the way that a person talks to themselves too. Well it is to some extent, but only as a consequence of a deeper repairing within a bespoke articulation change.

This is brought about by the energy that words carry, not just the intellectualising of the words and their mere analysable meanings or lack of meaning. Basically if there is no energy change then there is no lasting behaviour change.

In the E = mc² metaphor, there can be no energy change if the equals sign is broken.

The mind can break the equals sign with erroneous imagination. When this happens, it exposes a deeper breakage than just the mind and imagination. What is exposed is the deeper template of body/mind/spirit that is actually the ground of our being.

The body and mind cannot think itself into new behaviour, only the spiritual connection can energise the person into a revitalisation of the ground of their being.

To help remember the connections needed for a current personal situation to actually have a “current”, I utilise phonetics.

Mind becomes “mynd” which then becomes “myend” which needs connecting to “mystart”. This reconnection of my current energises “my story” which is then rooted in “mystery”.

So the mind cannot work unless it is actually connected by terminal opposites. A disconnected mind tries to imagine whichever of the necessarily opposite terminals is weakest or missing altogether.

So the mind is designed to connect with the physical body, it’s start, as well as with the metaphysical body, its end. There is then an alternating current, an alternating now, a mental peristalsis of expansion and contraction like a mental heart-beat that synchronises with the physical heart-beat, that harmonises with the greater metaphysical heart-beat.

Disconnect is this template’s perennial problem and the disconnect is initially always from the spiritual terminal.

Reconnect is the antidote to the mental and physical epidemics that result from a spiritual collapse.

This reconnection is the reason for my presence on social-media, for my blogs and for my work with Diction Resolution Therapy.

The Way is about a person appearing with a transmissible spiritual experience that is often sudden and singular, that can then help people with their more gradual spiritual awakening.

This is Love then, utterly reclusive to be definite, utterly exclusive to be finite, utterly inclusive to be infinite.

🌹 “Heart of my heart I love you, life would be naught without you” 🎶 from The Story Of The Rose, which is the tap root song of 4 part #Barbershop harmony singing across the world, a tap root of Love.

(Singing courtesy of The Humber Harmony Chorus based in Kingston-upon Hull)

Only a mind connected across its terminal arrangements of birthday and deathday at every instant can mind what it thinks, when it wishes to think, and mind what it wishes, when it thinks to wish.

This is “Buddha teaching dharma”, the Enlightenment that re-pairs the ☯️ and reconnects to karma.

Such a mind then transmits on an eternal wavelength of hope, healing and happiness whatever temporal programme requirements might need to be commissioned by God.

Whatever people may have debated about the difference between West and East, how can Union and Enlightenment not be entirely the same experience?

Looking forward

Looking at what scares the world

Determined to run toward, consciously

Knowing that to run away is toward anyway

The experimentation with form

The implementation of desire

The complimenting of gender, is love ❤

The recorders can recount

Nothing but time.

Doing slows time down

Being speeds time up

This vertical eternity spans between

The days of birth and death, the same.

Only God can make it plain,

So to avoid error

Neither complain nor explain

Looking forward, backward, inward, toward the day of breath, that rhymes with death

Those magic letters e a r t h that with b i d combine our history, our valency.

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