Arthur Armpit sings the blues
With a name like that so would you
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The morning sun rose on an Eastertide day. Now the sun has gone down and night draws on.
The rhythms of the day marked its passage, its diurnal course. For nature, each of these rhythms is inbuilt, an essential part of its movement and development, its harmony with the seasons and its deep underlying currents.
We will never better the seasons of nature. If we could comprehend and be in harmony with nature's rhythms, our lives would become fruitful and blessed. We would understand what blessing means. The day is blessed nonetheless and it has been blessed. Tomorrow all begins anew.
We all have dreams. Dreams that we can fulfil. Dreams we can lose. Dreams we leave behind. Dreams that make us sad because they remain only dreams. Dreams that nothing else can match or replace. We might wish to hide our dreams. They are the tenderest part of our soul's urgings. We are embarrassed to have dreams that haven't been attained. Yet still they haunt us and won't let us go. We may think our dreams are unreal but the fact is they are all too real. We may think our dreams are ephemeral, unreachable, impractical. We may lilke to stow away our dreams in the cabinets of our unconscious minds, but they have a habit of drifting up to the surface of our conscious minds, troubling and unsettling us.
Dreams are born out of mystery, out of the abstract, out of desire, out of yearning and aspiration. In spite of this, dreams more than anything need firm conscious strategies. Dreams respond to articulated intentions, clearly-stated aims and constantly reinforced goals. Dreams don't mind tough handling. They relish it. You can pick up your dreams with a forklift truck, drive them out of the warehouse and plonk them down on the floor, open them up, have a good look at them, see how they stand up in the clear light of day, shake them about, try them on for size, take them out for a drink, show them to your friends......on second thoughts, do everything with your dreams EXCEPT show them to your friends. That'll just make them jump straight back in the crate and disappear off into the storage vault, never to be seen again.
Just give your dreams a plan. Let your dreams know that you care. Set your dreams some goals. Call them by their names. Hold them close. Tell your dreams just what you intend to do with them, in what timescale and by what steps you mean to take to put them into action in the world. Your dreams won't mind. They'll love it and will repay you over and over.
Keep a journal and you will be radiantKeep a journal and you will sleep so good. Keep a journal and you will increase in personal magnetism. Keep a journal and you will find love. Keep a journal and you will have confidence. Keep a journal for a beautiful lustrous hairstyle. Keep a journal - it's good for your success. Keep a journal and the universe will sign up to be your personal assistant. Keep a journal and your human potential will automatically arrange itself to enable performance with optimum results. Keep a journal. Keep the faith.
Back in December last year the financial frauds started hitting the headlines. The meltdown was underway. This is what JV wrote at the time:
Another massive fraud has hit the headlines. A fraud perpetrated by one of the most respected, influential and wealthy financiers of the Western world. A man respected and trusted, looked up to, by the 'smart' people, the people in the know, the investors, the fundholders, the great and good and millions of less 'exquisite' souls whose money had been invested on their behalf. People whose pension funds have gone down the drain, whose investments have gone up in smoke.
Imagine the social milieu in which this fraudster operated. Imagine the respect in which he was held, the trust which so-called 'brainy' and privileged people had invested in him. The lesson must be that there is no-one 'in the know', no-one so smart that they cannot get involved in fraud or be defrauded themselves. The lesson must be that you are on your own. March to your own drummer. Build your own assets. No-one can do it for you.
Robert Kiyosaki stresses the importance of financial literacy - knowing how to read a financial statement. Knowing how to read the financial books of companies and businesses. It's a timely lesson. Back to the drawing-board. Back to the studyroom. Back to your books.
Anthony Robbins advises us to model ourselves on the high achievers, to understand how they got to where they got to, to understand how they did it, how they 'tick', how they get up in the morning, how they operate how they make plans, how they have strategies, how they formulate their choices, how they metabolise, how they think, how they play, how they work and how they relax. But if some of these mighty models are falling down so fast and from so great a height, as is occurring today, then why should we model ourselves on anyone?
Model yourself on yourself. That's the lesson. The way the cards are falling you could well look like the wisest and smartest one in the pack. Everything to play for. It's biblical. 'The first shall be last and the last shall be first.' It's Dickensian, Shakespearian. It's rise and fall. It's cyclical. It's winter following spring and summer.