***What You Resist Persists***...........Thursday April 23, 2009

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

What You Resist Persists...........Thursday April 23, 2009

It is posssible that some of you have heard this phrase before. Whether you understood it or not is a different story. Nobody that I know ever consciously choosed to bring hardship and dispair upon themselves yet in some cases this becomes a necessary part of this dynamic.

Look, everyone has good days and bad days, however the most difficult part of this experience is finding a way to make the bad days go by faster and disappear a.s.a.p. We all know that deep dark pressure that eminates from the pit of our stomach when we are faced with stressful situations, yet most of the time we do more harm than good in getting rid of them.

One of the keys to this condition is to totally and fully experience these emotions. Yes, I am asking you to feel sorrow completelly when you are sorriful and sad when faced with great and overpowering sadness. The more you let yourself go through this process the sooner it will change. What it changes to is up to you, but it won't remain the same as long as you are letting it run its course.

Part of the resistance that we put on ourselves is to push the bad emotions down inside of ourselves rather than feel them. This is poisonous to you psyche and will cause these emotions to gain immense strength the next time they surface. Now you risk the chance of them taking on a form other than the original conditon displayed. You most likely will be making it easier to lash out on an unsuspecting friend or acquaintance who somehow triggers your response.

Nobody wants to have to go back an apologize for their negative actions, especially when they could have been much less damaging if only you had allowed yourself to go through the emotions from the beginning. Remember it is easier to say; "I just need some space, I am going through something right now", then to have to say; "Man I am so sorry for what I said to you before, I really didn't mean to do that".

Let it up and let it be!!!!

Thank you.

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Enjoy The Prologue From My Upcoming Book.. "Strolok"............by R.Goldberg

"WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOUR RACE WAS TARGETED FOR EXTINCTION?"

The Sun is a powerful force in our Universe. It brings us light, warmth and a promise of a galaxy beyond the stars. Often we associate massive flashes of light with the reflection of our Sun's light bouncing off of another surface.

This is not always the case though, especially if you believe that we are truly not alone in the Universe. When we witness things that we can't readily explain we sometimes turn our heads and shrug our shoulders in a display of apathy.

A display such as this occurred on Friday January 29, 1982 at the Crater Lake National Park just outside of Chemult, Oregon. The snow had been falling steadily for a period of four days. The winds had been whisking about at 40 miles per hour.
Then there was one of those unnatural flashes of light. This created an eerie silence as a lanky boy, just nine years old, seemed to appear from out of that flash. If he had walked to this point there would have been a distinct trail in the newly fallen snow.
There was no trail and as a matter of fact the only tracks in the snow were the ones that outlined his feet where he was standing.

He began to trudge through the snow wearing what could only be described as dark brown long johns. He seemed dazed yet, at the same time, very clear about the direction that he was travelling. This boy with no identity or name seemed to be on a mission that would take him to places he had never been before.
His main goal was to reach Chemult, Oregon and he had no intention of stopping until he accomplished this. As strange as it seems the extreme cold seemed to have little or no effect on him at all.

Why Chemult? What was so special about this town located at an elevation of 4,758 feet above sea level in a frozen winter wilderness in Oregon?

The town of Chemult was first opened to the local traffic in 1926 and here in 1982, with its population of only 241, offered little in the way of comfort for a nine year old boy who was all alone. This journey, although prompted by something deep inside of him, did not provide a feeling of comfort and yet he had hoped that he would at least experience a feeling of accomplishment once he reached the town.

The wind was getting stronger and he noticed a small piece of yellow paper tattered and torn from whipping about in the snow. He only stopped long enough to
pick up this paper..........it read:

.....With the winter season here there was a lot of fun to have. Travelling miles of open trails on snow mobiles skiing or simply hiking, but there are dangers of doing so. Please remember safety first. Do not travel alone and be sure someone knows where you are and where you are going before travelling our trails, and please read the safety rules and codes of ethics before hiking the trails...

Nightfall was near and he had already walked 38 of the 40 miles needed to reach Chemult. He was just off of Route 97 when he spotted an old barn just about 200 feet NE of his present location. Making his way to the barn he went in and found it to be totally deserted, it was a perfect place to rest for the night.

Morning had arrived and once awake the boy started to look around the barn in the daylight light to see if there was anything that was lying in the barn that he could use to assist him on his trek.

Over in the far corner of the barn he found an old metal locked box that had long been forgotten. It was all rusted out and the key was nowhere to be found. After several failed attempts to open the box the young boy closed his eyes, sat back on his tired limbs and placed the palm of his right hand on top of the box. All of a sudden a dull red glow appeared from his right palm and the box lid flew open. Strangely enough once the red glow disappeared all that remained was a faint thin black outline where the outside of the red mark had appeared on his palm. Inside of the box he found several items all of which were unfamiliar to him and it was obvious that they had been there
for a very long time.

The contents included a tattered passport with the picture missing, a pocket knife, a compass, an antique pocket watch with a broken crystal, a time-worn souvenir porcelain coffee mug with the words; "Atlanta, Georgia, The Peach State, A Perfect Place to Live", on it and a frayed map of the Metro Atlanta Area It was difficult to make out the name on the passport but with a couple of light brushes with his fingers he saw the name Jason Tredmore. This is now who this boy would become.

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Wednesday, April 22, 2009