Recently I made myself a present: I went on a tour of Mystical Petersburg.
The stops that we made during this journey were somehow related to the fulfillment of desires. Stroking the shipwrecked heel, to pass the exam well, whisper the old lion in the ear, the old pimp to help find the betrothed, toss a coin to the fawn, make a wish to make a wish come true.
And all in the same vein.
The excursionists enthusiastically performed the described manipulations, but when we approached the lamplighter, the activity sharply decreased.
The lantern was recommended to rub his nose so that the house was warm and comfortable, and shoes to fix financial matters: the right shoe, so that the right income increased, the left, so the left.
Notice how the nose glistens!
They rubbed their nose, took pictures, then left, but did not disperse.
Then my time has come. With a loud exclamation: “But I need all sorts of income! Both right and left! ”
I started kicking shoes for a bright street worker.
And what would you think? The people finally decided to admit their "commercialism"! Or, more precisely, the need to strengthen their financial position. Do you want to, believe it or not, for me, there is a line!
To what extent we are fixated on different rules, prohibitions, opinions of others! Well, there would be something illegal, but it’s just a joke (from the point of view of materialist realists). And what, smiling, was done easily and naturally in other cases, in the matter of material well-being turned out to be unacceptable!
“Money spoils”, “Money is evil”, “Money is not happiness”, and so on and so forth ...
So we live in a rich country, raw and wretched. And scolding the government, and evil puff on all who are rich.
“Money is not the main thing!” So why are we angry that we lack these same, not the main ones? The main thing we must assume in abundance! ...
Or another belief, adopted from early childhood: Life is a complicated thing!
Well, yes, why is it easy, when is it difficult?
Recently, I was browsing my old poems. Poems are not personal, lyrical about life and love. Poems - congratulations.
To my horror, I saw that all the time about obstacles, about difficulties, about overcoming: “Let it be difficult, it’s not a problem!” Yes, what trouble is there ?!
This is programming, the real one! “Let it be hard”
And poems were written to the boy on his 16th birthday ...
First, we create obstacles, then we try to destroy them. And to get around weakly? And there are none of these obstacles at all!
Once you decided that it is better not to meddle in this university, there are solid “Own” ones. And instead of a brilliant actor, he became a gray engineer. And if you didn’t know about these “Yours,” or simply hadn’t thought of such a thing? Maybe we would have one more amazing actor right now? Not a freshly faceless lyceum with a surname that stands out only by the weight of his ancestors, but a brilliant nugget?
Life is changing rapidly, and we continue to cling to old beliefs. Maybe it’s worth stopping and revising the old truths that are already ... At least, NOT CONSTRUCTIVE!
“Life to live, not the field to go over” How many such right words live in our minds, and we are looking for more and more new words, studying books on psychology, understanding new philosophies, reading * to find that kernel, that truth that is, all the same, It turns out only "somewhere nearby" ...
* Believe me, I am not against the search. Not against new (or eternal) philosophies. I myself love to discover new ways, follow the thought of the sages. I accept something, something not, something remains with me forever.
The truth is somewhere nearby ... But where? !!!
Yes, in us, in ourselves!
Learn to listen to yourself, your body, your soul, your higher Self, and the Universe will reveal its secrets to you!
This is a preface.
- Well, your mother, give it! - you say.
Do not swear, the main part will not be long, but it will be concrete ... and beyond the next Magic Door.