Saturday, February 21, 2015

Cheating Unhappiness,2 --- shift happens, especially if you do

You are unhappy.
It happens.

Something is not going your way.
Someone is not "treating you right."

You have words in your head:
This should be different.
This shouldn't have been the way it was.

Shift to your left.
Really BELIEVE that the words in your head are true.


Get righteous about being right.

Now shift to your right.
Consider this:
Is this an opinion?
Is this a belief?

Is this not a truth, like the dropped rock that will fall, because gravity is a truth.

Is this a construct in your head that you WANT to be true?

And over here on the right:

Feel the words in your as mere opinion.

Go back and forth, shift weight :

see what that shakes loose

Friday, February 20, 2015

Cheating Unhappiness 1---- Shift Happens, if you do

Let's say you are unhappy.
It happens to us all.

The way out is to shift.

Left to right.
Shift to the left foot or the left side of your pelvis
and then
Shift to the right foot, or right side of your pelvis.

When you shift to the left, really get "into" all the words.
Unhappiness is always a big stack of complaining words in our head.
Shift left, and let them rip (inside yourself)
Admit you are dying for someone to listen to your complaint at agree with it.

Mainly though, shift left and indulge in all the thinking behind your unhappiness....

Now shift to the right.

Not the usual affirmations.
Not "letting it go," except when you are in your senses, you aren't in your words, so it gets let go of itself.

Sense your legs, your feet, your toes.
sense your fingers and hands and arms.
Your spine, ribs, neck, head.

Your breathing.


Look at the world with your eyes.
Listen with your ears.
Smell with your nose.
Touch with your fingers.
Feel the clothes against your body.

Now compare the two:

Go back to the left and start up all the inner yammer and see your unhappiness come scampering back.

Shift to the right and sense the world, sense your body, perceive the world as here and now information--- no words of comment about what you sense. JusT;

Go back and forth as many times as you'd like.

(This might have something to do with the left and right sides of the brain, and it has something to with something in "the energy" where we write the troubled version the left side of the page and the freedom version on the right. But the movement is what counts.)
Shift the weight, shift your attention.

Shift happens, and if you guide it, make you can start to set yourself free.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

In Dad's memory

Part of the glory of being in "the energy"  ( ), is that relationships can get far easier than they used to be.

With my sister,  Suzy a radical shift has taken place, from something like hostility to friendship.

Part of this friendship is sharing of various topics that we never would have shared before, because we never would have talked.

Recently Suzy told of visiting a psychic in Newport Beach ( a novel and new undertaking for her) and hearing that our dead father, though surrounded by people who loved him, was a bit numbed out.

She and other sibs are thinking we can upgrade our input of positive remarks about James Cornelius Elms, IV.

So let me share just a few.

Once, my then wife and younger daughter of 2, were living the life of the early sixties and trying to make a commune work. We'd bought land with eight adults, two brothers and three couples, with five kids all together. The property, near Chico, CA, had a main house on it and we cooked there and had all the electrical things and washer and dryer.

Then each family went off to build their own sleeping cabins, which was a lot of fun for a bunch of city slickers who had never built before.

He comes to visit, and says that everyone else thinks we are crazy, but he explains it to them as we are being like the Rockerfellers, where they go off and have a big main lodge and side sleeping cabanas.


Another time, this wife, Peggy and I and our daughter even younger were living out in the country. I was teaching school. The property came with a batch of apricot trees and when we came to visit, he was dying to help, so we went out and pruned trees for awhile and he was enthusiastic to do useful work, commenting, "It wouldn't be hard to work up a good sleep around here."

Still a third visit, far later, when the daughter was off to college and he and I and my son, who was about seventeen at the time, visited a construction job I had in Berkeley, and had to get up on a roof to inspect something, and he remarked how amazing in was to have three generations of Elmses up on a roof, and how he could never have imagined this happening with his father.

Dad had his issues, lord knows, but when he got enthusiastic it was great, and he was a worker and loved to chip in for any type of work, though by the time of all these interactions he was a management and desk worker.

In his younger days he'd worked in labs, and young in his marriage he put together electronic equipment.

In the good moments, the world was a fascination to him and he loved to be part of a team getting something done.

Anything done.

A good sport and a good man.