One of the most important things we want from our life is to enjoy it. No matter what we are doing we want to be able to enjoy doing it, have fun while doing it, or receive some sense of accomplishment from doing it. In some jobs doing any of the above things is not possible for any number of reasons. One of the biggest factors in not being able to do something we enjoy is we have to have an income and we can’t earn enough doing what we want to do.
As the old saying goes, beggars can not be choosers. There may not many jobs for you that both pay the bills and give job satisfaction too. You have to choose what is most important; generally paying the bills wins out. What do you do when the job you have is not the best job in the world and you can not leave it?
Disliking your job, and not trying very hard to do your job are common complaints. Promoting that behavior yourself is not a wise choice. Like it or not, the job you have at the moment is a job you need. It is nice to think you will just quit because you are tired of doing it, but for anyone out of school, quitting because you want to is more of a pipe dream than reality. If you feel this way it is time to take control of your thinking and start to see your job in a positive perspective.
 Our job is a large part of us and who we are. If we choose poor behaviors at work, those poor behaviors eventually spill over into the rest of our life. Choose a positive behavior at work, and our life will be better for it.
Your job takes a large portion of your waking life. It may not seem like it, but add up your working time, getting ready for work time, your commute time, and leaving work to get somewhere else time. That time added up is a large part of your awake time each week. Making the most of that time makes you feel better and makes that time go by faster.
Your job is you. Whatever you are doing, what and how you do your job is a reflection of the person you are. If you do sloppy work, and do the minimum, chances are you are treating your life the same way. Life rewards you with what you put into your life.
Your job is everything you own. Whether you own a few changes of clothes and a pair of shoes, or you have a flashy toy filled life, chances are money you earned from your job is responsible for what you own.
Your job keeps you healthy. You get paid money to live on. If you have a higher level job, you receive benefits too. Your job helps keep you healthier than if you did not have money or health benefits.
Your job is your charity. Whether you tithe through your church, occasionally give change to the needy, eat at certain fast foods, or buy certain products, your job is what keeps you on the giving and off the receiving side of charity.
Your job is your contribution to your community. No one lives or works in a vacuum. Your job is your contribution to your community no matter how you define it. How big of a contribution you make in your community depends on how much pride and energy you put into what you do. Whether you run large city, or sweep a sidewalk, you are needed by your community, and you help make your community what it is.
Your job is important because _____. You fill in the rest of this paragraph. Only you know what more personal reasons your job is important. Perhaps it is a social reason, maybe something more personal.
I used to listen to a teacher tell us kids, “Take care of your job, and it will take care of you.” That Teacher I discovered knew what he was talking about. I have a related post here if you wish to read it too.
Having an interest in wanting to know about dimensions and realities most people never think about, my having contact with other entities is not unusual. Most experiences are rather mundane, and some make my pulse beat faster. While I would like to attribute it to imagination, undiagnosed emotional illness, or other unexplained melody, I know I it is not so. A lifetime of odd happenings is too much to dismiss.
Such is this the basis of this post. I am happily thinking of nothing really when something shows up. To some people it may have been called a demon. To me that is like calling everyone on the other side of the equator southerners, while those of us on my side of the equator are northerners. It is just too broad of a brush stroke to define everything so generally. There are people who choose to live a fear based life, and almost everything is evil to them, I choose to approach this differently.
What it was I am not sure. It wanted to give me the psychic equivalent of an e-book. Offering me information that some people spend their life looking for and never finding. In this interaction – rather than conversation, because I find it hard to converse things that give me primal feelings of loathing and dislike, this creature told me it is hungry and was offering me with something of value to myself, and to itself.
 At first when I realized what I was hearing, I thought it was some kind of odd joke. As I thought about it, I realized that children’s books, lore, and late night conversation, along with some angered conversation, have many instances of what was being offered. Enough instances in fact I can not say it was not a joke. What would you do with a manual on, “How to Turn Someone Into a Toad”?
Kind of funny at first thought. Not a literal physical change into a toad, more of a psychic or spiritual changing. The images I saw were of it feeding off an unfortunate ‘human toad’ were not appealing. I became repulsed at what I saw. It was not a tearing and rendering of flesh feeding, but a spiritual draining, knowing that no matter what the victim does, this feeding does not stop for long. Somehow this creature gets what it needs to sustain its life from our human spiritual side.
This is where occult, or hidden knowledge is learned. There is no book or other access to it. Unless someone, or in this case something offers to teach you, you would never find it. In this particular case it had already been offered to me, unasked, and accepting the ‘gift’ was my choice. Sort of like Eve tasting the apple, or George Washington chopping down the cherry tree. Once taken, it can not be given back.
Most people in the world have experiences that can not be explained. Most people in the world think those other people who speak of their experiences have something wrong with them. It is interesting, believing what I experience is normal and real, but your unexplained experience is a result of a hidden flaw in your makeup.
We are conditioned over our lifetime to think that any experience unless it can be explained by our physical laws and rules, can not happen. We are conditioned to assume there are no dimensions or realities other than this dimension and reality. We are conditioned to think there is goodness and evil. In our conditioned minds, if we have not been told or taught it is good, it is evil by default. We are allowed no alternative explanation.
Psychic experience, arcane, occult knowledge, or overactive imagination, this type of thing has happened to most of us. Whether this really happened or not, the idea of intentionally damaging someone, is not in my character. Though reflecting on children’s stories and childhood lore, something like this has been happening for a long long time. Perhaps without our even being aware of it because we are conditioned to not notice.
Entities like this one exist. They are neither good or bad, light or darkness, even though we want them to be. If someone is approachable because they are in the correct mindset, or right frequency to hear, they approach and make an offer. What one does with what they offer is either good or evil. The choice of accepting a gift such as this is always ours to make. Choose carefully and with respect for the outcome, if or when an offer is made to you; when something slips up on you and offers you something before you are even aware of what is happening.
Over the last weeks I have been around a few people with really funny quirks, not that I have any myself. Oddly enough the oddities are all around eating. Because eating is a major part of our existence, it strikes me as kind of funny that well balanced intelligent people have amazing gaps in their thinking.
One of the things about my eating habits is people find it odd I do not eat always eat foods at the proper times. One person told me they could not eat dinner food for any meal other than dinner. They find it odd that I occasionally eat what they consider a dinner food for breakfast, or I eat what most people consider breakfast food at dinner time.
For me, it is a non issue, food is food, and if I have an urge for a roast beef sandwich at breakfast, and a bowl of oatmeal at dinner time, there should be nothing there to raise an eyebrow over. There is the idea of skipping breakfast which was a point of some discussion. In my thinking, for most people skipping breakfast, they are eating too much food the night before. Sleeping very late in the morning also happens from eating too much the night before.
I have found in my experience that if I eat a reasonable amount at night, it is very hard to sleep too late in the morning due to feeling hungry. I am sure there are a few people who just can not eat breakfast, but I do not think they are people who get ready for bed by knocking off three scoops of ice cream preceded by an evening of foraging through the cupboards and refrigerator.
As children we pretty much think whatever our parents and our friends think. We do not have any reason to think any differently. Our world is contained and controlled for the most part. Unless we are exposed to some completely different type of thinking it is doubtful that we have much original thought in us.
As we grow into adults and our world becomes larger, we start to think about ourselves, and our place in the world. We open ourselves up to other possibilities than those that have been given to us by family and friends. We become aware that there is a whole world out there and most of those people out there in the world live much differently than we do, and they seem to get along just fine too.
But then we have these little oddities that somehow we never think about. Back to food again. I can not see myself eating say a beef and kidney pie. I spent three years in England, and never had the urge to try one, even though many people told me they were very tasty and worth trying. Give me a nice slice of roast beef, or a beef steak and I am one happy camper, but no kidney thank you very much. I also eat hot dogs, and occasionally have been observed enjoying a bologna sandwich.
Bad news for me, because beef kidney and beef steak all come from a cow. Hot dogs, and bologna contain most parts of a cow, that I would rather not think about. Waste not want not comes to mind for the making of hot dogs and bologna. Most prepared foods are also proud that their meat is 100% beef, they just do not lay any claim to specific parts of beef, or chicken for that matter.
This is where our thinking goes off on a tangent, not only about food but other parts of life too. All those people in the world we wish would disappear live in the only world there is, just like us. We can pretend we don’t eat soft meats, but we know we probably do. We just don’t see them in their natural state.
So it is with people in our world. Some of us dislike certain groups of people for hundreds of reasons. We may not have any real sound reasoning around out thinking, and we overlook it. We need those people to make our world complete, and they need us for the same reason. It’s all beef when we look a little closer.
I knew a man a number of years ago. We were not friends, or even formal acquaintances. I knew him from where he worked and he new me as a casual customer. That is about as close as the relationship ever went. We had different views on life, so we lived in different circles. Well that is not really true but, it’s not quite not true either.
In his world, he had problems. Or maybe a better definition is psychological problems. He heard voices, and it used to scare him. I know people who hear voices all the time. I occasionally hear voices once in a while, and I never really think much about it.
When I was a child, my father told me once day, that there was a little man that sat on my shoulder. He would always tell me what was right, and what was wrong, and all I had to do was listen. That took care of any fear of voices I had in my life. Heck, if you can have a little man on your shoulder talking to you, why not a woman, little girl, or space creature? I was young enough not to read very much into what he told me, so voices were okay.
But this poor guy was scared of the voices he heard. They never told him anything bad that I knew of, though I have no idea what the voices told him. But I lived through voices second hand a number of times, and a few of my own from time to time, so I did not think much of it. For most of the people that knew him, it was so terrible he could see it written in practically any face he cared to look at.
He went away. I did not know to where until he came back. He committed himself because of the voices he heard. This is a key thought, because some people in his condition assume they are normal. It is a catch twenty-two from the movie, in action for him. Sane people understand generally that what they are experiencing is not normal, but those less lucky do not question for a moment what is happening to them.
He came back to his old job back, and he seemed to be okay for a while. Then it started to happen again. This time he decided to take a different track, and started talking privately (relatively speaking, seeing I heard about it) with a preacher, about his voices. I don’t know how it came around, but the way I heard the story, is the preacher told him he was possessed. He was told he was possessed and there was nothing to be done quickly because these things took time to fix. I guess he did not have that much time, because he took his rifle into the woods one summer day, and the voices quit talking to him.
The irony to me was, no one seemed really to care what the voices told him. It did not matter to anyone if he was talking to God himself, or to a lost spirit from seventeen hundreds, or a demon. Don’t you think that should make a difference? I think what he was hearing should have made a big difference, plus the fact, he thought there was a problem in his hearing voices, and sought out help once before.
Most people do not have the ability to be a prodigy in some area of life, but a few do. If for example the voices were telling him something worthwhile, or better yet, telling him how to raise money for the preacher, would he have ceased to exist on that summer day?
Welcoming change, and not fearing the unknown should be our focus. We tend to approach strange new things with fear, apprehension, and tunnel vision. It would be refreshing to see most of us act differently. Just because it is new, does not mean it is to be feared. If you do not try, you can not fail, if you never fail, you are not growing.
It was bound to happen, I rarely escape it. I have been in various states of not feeling well for a few weeks now. Yesterday, I was just plain sick. Today I think I might make it through this, and live a while longer yet. But those feelings of getting better were just few three or four second flashes in the ocean of I feel bad.
Getting sick is always interesting to me. Especially the flu. Whenever I get the flu, I relive every bang and bump that I experienced since the last time I had the flu. I don’t know if everyone feels those bumps and bangs a second time or it is just me. When I almost smashed my finger in a car door last winter and it throbbed for a few hours? It is a given my finger is going to hurt for a few hours just like it did when I almost smashed it. So on and so forth, one bump, pull, and hurt after another. For some reason the only thing that does not hurt again is any dental work I have had done. Or maybe among all the other hurts, it just does not stand out because it was not painful to start with. It is like my bodies pain memory has to be flushed from time to time.
It took me a number of years before I could tell the difference between a bad cold, and the flu. I am not sure yet I have it right. When I get sick, but not too sick I decide it is a cold. If it is from my neck up I decide it is a cold. If the first few days, I am feeling very bad, and by the third day I am looking forward to dying so I won’t hurt, I decide I have the flu. There is one last give away sign, I am never hungry with the flu, nor thirsty.
I am now on day three that I have actually felt bad. My nose is stuffed, then runny, my body hurts, and I have chills, and hot streaks. I don’t feel like I am going to die though, so I suspect this is just a cold. Also today instead of wishing I would die so I did not hurt, I had about 20 minutes of starting to feel better.
There is not a lot of difference in the way I treat either one. I am not a doctor fan, nor a pill person. Usually I try to rest, and take aspirin, drink fluids and stay warm. I think almost all seasonal illness we get goes away on its own just as quickly as it does when we pump ourselves with things we think we need to make us feel better.
I used to hate getting sick. Now I understand that just like my spiritual self, cold’s and flu’s are using my body as a survival mechanism. They enter into it, use it for a few days and once they determine they have had ample opportunity to be spread to others, they allow themselves to die off as they have completed their function of procreation of a new generation. Thinking about colds and flu in this aspect allows me to tolerate them better.
There are other times when I become ill, and feel terrible for a brief time, usually less than 24 hours. I do not always think this illness is physical, but somehow spiritual. My body or spirit is getting tweaked for some reason. Sort of like brining your car in for a tune up, or installing a new version of Windoze on your computer. It needed some modifications from where it was at.
Of course all of this is just my thinking at this point in time. Maybe in a few years I will see illness as something different. But for right now, thinking about being sick in the manner I described works for me, and makes the reasons for being ill to start with understandable at some level.
There is an old saying, that probably is not well known any longer. The saying is, “You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink.” This saying was first uttered so long ago it seems the author has faded into history, although the advice is as true today as it was when first heard.
As with all good sayings, there is more to this saying than the few words that is takes to write it. Each of us owns our own life, and we have the right to choose how we wish to live it. Where conflict comes in, eg, the horse not drinking, is when we care about someone. We care about someone, but their life choices, and our life choices are not the similar enough. Because we care about someone we have a tendency to jump in and try to correct situations when we are not invited to. We like to think that because we care about them, we are entitled to have an opinion or voice in any situation of theirs we disagree with.
Some people have to go through life facing difficulties. They need what a hard life brings to complete their goals in their life, whether spiritual, or character centered. Each problem facing them is a new opportunity to either grow into what they envision themselves to be, or to reaffirm what they believe they have become. Sort of like practicing for an event, it is hard for these people to practice without something wrong in their lives.
Unfortunately for some of us, there is nothing wrong in other peoples lives. Only what they have created or manifested is what is happening to them. To us they live at the edge of their economy, they hang out with the wrong people, they walk alone in the wrong places at the wrong time. They do a hundred things that they should not be doing – in our opinion. On a cold day, the heat is on and the door is left open, because the sun is shining and they are feeling closed in. Then next week an envelope arrives in the mail, and suddenly they can not afford their heating bill.
I believe generally it is wrong to help someone who continuously places themselves and/or their family in these types of situations. This thinking may sound cold hearted or just plain bad, but it is true. Whether the currency is money, time, or something else, our gifts are too valuable to waste on someone who does not value what we give. These gifts we have accumulated through our lives are not to be wasted. When gifts we have are given to someone who does not value them, what happens? To us it looks as if they have wasted their gifts, and now they are wasting our gifts too. Do not give away your gifts any quicker than you would give away your keys, and your home address. Your gifts are not necessarily overly scarce, but they are not endless either. They are to be used wisely and for the right reasons.
There is another old quote that applies in these situations, “Don’t throw out the baby with the bath water.”
Helping others is a wonderful thing if it is done with the proper attitude, and the proper perspective. Throwing a dollar bill to the person that stands on the street corner with a pail every day is throwing away your financial gifts. Think of how much better use you can put your gifts to if they are given at the right time for the right reason to someone who is really ready for them? If you wait for the right time and the right reason to share your gifts, you will discover so much more than what you have given. The person you choose to share your gifts with will also receive so much more than a few dollars, or a little of your time. You will find you both have something to share in, and you both will feel fulfilled, and grateful, albeit for different reasons. Finally, in being frugal with sharing your gifts, you will find the greatest gift of all is letting someone make their own way, in their own fashion, at their own pace. Once you realize you have found this gift, you will know the people you were trying to help are perfect just the way they are! And they will know you finally understand what they have been trying so hard to teach you.
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