“As he thinks, so he is; as he continues to think, so he remains.”
James Allen, As a Man Thinketh
Our bodies react to our thoughts, emotions and beliefs. Science is now proving what many eastern philosophers and mind body practitioners have always known; there is a direct correlation between what goes on in our mind and what happens in the body. Our self talk and beliefs generate emotions which in turn affect our hormones. Chronic and persistent negative attitudes, beliefs, and internal dialogue not only upset the body’s hormonal balance but can damage our immune system as well.
What sparked this train of thought you might wonder? Well, a few weeks ago I visited my chiropractor who is also a kinesiologist. He is helping me overcome some significant health issues at the moment. We’ve been working toward a solution for some time now and he was baffled as to why certain symptoms hadn’t improved with treatment. He identified, as he was muscle testing, that whatever was impeding my recovery was also frying my brain. Puzzlement gave way to understanding as he pointed to the middle of my head and said “It’s hate. Self hate. Hate directed toward yourself.” He told me that my body couldn’t recover until I got that under control.
I felt as though I’d been slapped. How damning for someone to name what was actually going on inside me, the very thing I’ve been hiding from the world for the last thirty or so years.
You see, I’m guilty of some pretty negative self talk at times (Yes, even relatively high functioning and seemingly well balance people have inner demons) but to be honest I wasn’t aware just how bad it was.
Of course the tears flowed.
I’ve been trying to improve my inner dialogue and find ways to love myself more for probably the last ten years. I get good at it then something happens that triggers a downward spiral and I plummet into despair and self loathing. Who would know, right? It’s not like I’m going to disclose it to the world for fear of being judged as weak, mad or unstable. (Oh, hang on. I did just now disclose my dirty little secret to the world. Judge away. Condemn if you will.)
My husband, bless his heart, has for years seen this demon wreak havoc with my self esteem, confidence and joy. He has often counselled me to stop being so hard on myself. It’s not like I haven’t listened or heard him clearly. At times I was simply at a loss as to how to change the cycle.
I have used meditation, exercise and a clean diet to help get on top of this with varying degrees of success. You kind of have to make time to do these things, consistently, for them to work consistently. When I get tired, down or just plain lazy, they are the first things to go.
So, here I was, facing my chiropractor, a lovely young man, tears streaming down my face and he is telling me all the same things as suggested ways to help me overcome this hate. Diet, exercise, meditation. “Yep! you’ve been doing it for years but you can’t just dip in every now and then. It has to be a habit. You have to make it a daily routine. A minute by minute focus.”
That’s a gem right there – a minute by minute attention to what’s going on inside and pulling it up as it occurs. I’ll work with that.
Three more of his suggestions also struck a chord. He said to ask the universe to help me find things to be passionate about, find a physical challenge (like training for a triathlon – does he realise I’m forty-four and haven’t run in five years?) and use the word ‘love’ as my mantra.
So, I’ve asked the universe to help me find a passion, something to get my attention, hold my interest and get me excited about life. Already, a few things have popped up. On the physical challenge front, I am strongly considering a hike to base camp of Ama Dublam next year. I reckon that ticks off one and two. It’s something to get passionate about and a challenge.
On the mantra front, I kid you not, I’m using it all the time. Whenever I catch myself in negative self talk I simply chant the words “love, love, love” and I come back to myself. It really is that simple. I chanted a lot in the first few days and as the weeks stretched on, I’ve not needed to chant quite so much.
Our mind and body share an intimate and dynamic relationship. Understanding this relationship won’t necessarily cure all our ills but by learning to pay attention to our symptoms and illnesses we can discover, as Louise Hay has taught, how repressed as well as overt emotions are influencing our physical and mental health and wellbeing.
So, if your body is your temple and knowing your body reacts to your thoughts; what are you feeding yours today?
Yours in continued personal development,
This is a brilliant practical strategy. Try it out.
If you’re on my page I’m sure you’ve heard about the two most important words we could ever speak.
You can change your circumstances using the I Am techniques that are out there if you’re in the proper mood.
But if you’re feeling down and you start repeating to yourself ” I am happy. I am beautiful. I am living the life of my dreams” you’re probably gonna be very resistant to those statements ’cause you don’t believe them to be true.
However if you just say good feeling words without the “I Am” in front of them then your brain has no resistance towards them and you get all the benefits.
Get out a piece of paper and pen, sit comfortably and breathe deep a couple of times to relax your mind and body.
Think of a feeling circumstance you want to be in and start writing down…
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The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience. Eleanor Roosevelt
A friend posed a series of interesting questions this morning and it got me thinking.
She asked: Why don’t we remember we are spiritual beings having a human existence? Why do we forget that love lasts forever and do the attachment thing and grieve for family, friends, pets and even people we don’t know when they die? Why don’t we remember our purpose?
I think to be human is to experience life deeply. If we love deeply then we grieve deeply as well. Grief and attachment may come with the passing of a loved one or the crumbling of a relationship. I think it’s okay to feel these things. Isn’t that why we are here? The problem comes when we are consumed by them. When we can do nothing else in the face of the broken relationship or death of a loved one.
I think each of us instinctively knows when we dwell too long in that place of distraction. As time goes on we become better at unattaching, we become better at forgiveness, we become better at letting things roll off our back and getting on with life. Each of us has our monkey if you will. There are particular things that trigger us and gnaw at us and make us momentarily lose sight of our peace and purpose. With focused attention on our spiritual development these triggers have less of an impact.
I have been working on my spiritual development for the last ten or so years. Am I there yet? No way! Why? Because I’m not consistent. I get caught up in the busyness of life and let my spiritual routines slide. It’s no wonder I sometimes feel like I’m back at the beginning. When I do realise this I just pick up where I’m at and begin again. I ask spirit and my guides to help me on my way back home to myself.
What are your thoughts on this interesting topic?
The dreaming or the dreamtime indicates a psychic state in which or during which contact is made with ancestral spirits or the Law, or that special period of the beginning.
While on a short break at the beach this week a friend commented that I seemed to be in my element. She was right. I was. There are two places in Australia I feel most at home; the beach and the bush. I feel a strong connection to spirit, to nature and to my own inner being when in these places.
While it’s winter here in Australia it is my favourite time to be at the beach. Okay, it’s not so great for swimming but it is a joy to walk the stretch of sandy shore without the crowds that summer brings. There is a calmness associated with watching the few keen surfers, zipped into their wetsuits, paddle out into the vast blue depths to catch frothy white waves into the shallows. I enjoy peering into the buckets of wadder-clad fisherfolk who line the shore morning and evening, lines held aloft, in eager anticipation of the catch of the day. I love seeing families, rugged up against the cold, come down to play a ball game or to build sand castles as reminders of their time in the warm winter sun.
Images of bronzed bodies on gorgeous Australian beaches abound in summertime though Winter, for me, is the best time to visit. I love the way the sun warms and thaws my cold core. I love the sound of the squeaky white sand beneath my feet. The cacophony of crashing waves and the daring and courage it takes to wade into their icy maws are all part of the winter beach experience. What really makes my heart sing is the seasonal beauty and atmosphere of the seaside. The light is different, it’s gentler, milder somehow. It’s hard to explain, it’s just different in so many ways.
Relaxing on the deck of our beach shack I was visited by a plethora of birds, among which was a gorgeous, curious Willie Wagtail that lifted my spirits and reminded me to seek things that brighten my mood and bring cheer into my life. Twice, a flock of Black Cockatoos screeched overhead heralding a time of liberation and freedom to come. Black Cockatoo is also, for me, a strong symbol of inner strength and spirit.
An Osprey, circling overhead, was a powerful reminder of trusting my own wisdom and freeing my spirit to enjoy life more.
Of course the boundless ocean brought gifts as well. Of not only gorgeous tokens to treasure and patterns in the sand but also whale and dolphin.
Every day I was witness to the majesty of dolphins at play and whales migrating for the winter. At times the whales were breaching, at others simply rolling around or squirting water through their blowholes. One windy afternoon I watched in awe as a whale made a great show of slapping its flukes. These encounters were at times at a distance and at others, quite close to shore. It is a great honour and privilege to witness whales and for me there is great emotional healing involved. Whales encourage me to seek a deeper awareness and consciousness, they remind me to keep evolving and not to stagnate.
Our dolphin friends with their playful ways always lead me to focus on my breath and remind me that, while introspection and self development are good, bonding with others is also a meaningful part of life.
I don’t know about you but the beach is my place to recharge and to get back into balance by listening to the whispers of nature. It’s my dreaming.