Wk 6: Negative Neuro Pathway Connections Averted in Local 12 Year Old

A shining heavenly flashlight may have boosted an everyday Gram into a veritable “Wonder Gram,” late yesterday afternoon. This reporter was on the scene, as a local Grandmother swept in and averted the random linking of negative neurological pathways in the brain of Ella, her 12 year old granddaughter. As Gram told the story, Ella’s weekend creative-visit had been planned for weeks. It was to be a “Fur Head Creature” creation adventure. Ella’s event prep reportedly included watching one YouTube video 5 times to collect details and gather data on foam creature head creation. Gram questioned the unfolding plan, as she and Grampie watched the video and realized the daunting (potentially impossible) task ahead. But, agreeing to the fun, she helped by buying foam material, a foam head (fondly referred to as Mr. Whiskers) and plenty of organic apples and strawberries. What follows is Gram’s first hand report of the events, as they unfolded.

It was a windy, rainy, dark, snowy, sunny day in Michigan. (Please note the typical Michigan weather details, as they prove to be an integral part of the unfolding plot. Gram claims that it may have been God’s sudden, big, heavenly flashlight that showed her not only the impending neuro-crisis, but the way OUT of the neuro-fire-mire that could’ve sucked Ella down a path of peptide release that ANY responsible grandparent would’ve stood strongly against. But, I’m sweeping ahead of the story. Here’s the details, as reported by Gram and the huge group of witnesses watching from the clouds, cheering for Ella.)

Ella rose early, showered, and ate breakfast. After helping Gram with meal cleanup, she dove into the long-awaited project with En-Thoooo-siasm. Diligently cutting and sticking foam pieces together, she received occasional help from her faithful assistants, Mr. Whiskers, Grampie and Gram herself. Progressing well, Ella stayed firmly planted in her chair for approximately 2.5 hours. 11:00am and all is well. 11:01am the project came to a sudden halt. Tears flowed. Realizing the mouth opening wasn’t receiving the foam snout piece, as planned, discouragement flooded over Ella. Ella’s courageous heart questioned her ability to complete the mission. After a brief “what are your options” chat with Gram, Ella took a short break, ate lunch and watched a bit of Michigan football on TV with Grampie. Who knew that a crisis was quietly brewing? The room shook and sunshine broke through rain, snow, and clouds, as Ella quietly announced that she wasn’t going to proceed with foam fur head completion this weekend. Gram vividly described the next moments as some mysterious “thing” rising up inside of her (possibly God’s cloud-breaking sunshine flashlight?) and out came a primal “NOOOOOO …. it’s not a good plan to train your brain that when tough challenges come you get frustrated and quit!” Gram (dubbed “Wonder Gram” by this reporter, for the events that follow) dramatically explained the explosive danger of a “tough challenge” brain-wiring with “emotional frustration” and “quitting.” Wonder-Gram figuratively sprang forward, dragging Ella away from the impending fiery disaster on the path toward quiet desperation. Gram says she somehow mysteriously knew to use her supernatural safety net of “openly wondering” and “curiously exploring”, how to get past the oversized foam mouth opening sticking point. Ella awakened. Hope filled, she requested help from Gram and Grampie. Ella’s brain sequence wired “problem” + “explore first responders” + “laughter” + “brainstorming solution”! Crisis averted. Gram told this reporter that she really didn’t know how she had the strength to pull Ella away from the potential neuro-fire disaster. She described something massive and powerful suddenly rising up inside of her and giving her the strategy to snatch Ella away from the flaming miry glob and drag her toward the fun fur head finish line. (Random coinquidink? Gram doesn’t think so.)

Addendum: further conversation with Gram alluded to some mysterious underground movement of people all pulling themselves off the quiet desperation path. This reporter finds it HIGHLY doubtful that it’s really possible to direct human neurological firing and wiring. But, this powerful story will prompt her to be on the lookout for evidence of activity of the alleged PPAFQDATPB group (People Pulling Away From Quiet Desperation And Toward Passionate Bliss.)

Week 5: Where’s the Passion?

How do I learn to dream? What are my dreams… what’s even ONE dream I can grab hold of and feel passionate connection with? While pondering what my definite major purpose is in life, I realize that I do not know what I’m here for! One thing that I do easily is love God and love people. That’s a great start! But, drilling down into what that really plays out like as I’m focusing forward and setting intentions, I realize I really don’t know. It feels like I’m simply responding to my life, as it is. Kinda like a clipboard carrying inspector with a check list saying, “Yes, this piece can stay,” “This probably works fine,” and  ”This doesn’t work for me, so I’ll dump it.” I LOVED how it felt experiencing Mark and Davene, as they described using words like a “favorite place in the world” and “falling on my knees in gratitude.” That sounds and feels like passion. I might compare it to a little girl in a candy store, absolutely thrilled by the smells, colors and shapes. That passion level is completely different than what I feel as I’m reading through what I’ve written for my definite major purpose in life. My current description is more likely compared to sorting socks. I’m casually tossing out the ones with holes or those without matches, what’s here that can stay and what can’t. So, how is it that this level of enthusiasm and delight is the MAJOR reason I’m here? I was put on this planet to do boring stuff like sort socks? I know that daily tasks are necessary and I feel the weight of responsibility to make sure that things are completed well. But a MAJOR life purpose surely can’t be blasé!

As I write this, I’m sitting at a window looking out at glorious fall colors in Michigan. There are splashes of color on trees and in gardens sprinkled with pumpkins and drying, dying flowers. Even the quiet of fallen leaves collecting on a paved walking path carries a feeling of deep overflow and abundance. It sounds crazy, but even the colorful arrangements of dead leaves strewn everywhere feel like LIFE. I want this drama and passion. I want the “lose track of time” and the “I LOVE it life!” My definite major purpose in life must be a collection of what grabs me by the heart and magnetically draws me toward it. I need COMPELLING! (Sorry for shouting:) It must draw me so powerfully that I can’t resist moving into the space or in the direction, because there’s nothing else on the planet that makes sense for me.

My life must carry the wonder and magic and beauty of glass jars of colorful candy or the rich depth of colorful Michigan leaves and piled pumpkins. Otherwise, what’s the point? Without this stirring and delight, I might as well be sorting socks. God, please show me the dream or the process that unwraps it. HELP!


Week 3: Lessons Unfolding

What are we doing? This is what I’m beginning to understand: We’re replacing old habits that no longer serve us, by doing the systematic work of creating new habits. I’m breaking new ground, as I begin to understand that my thoughts and the emotions I attach to both thoughts and experiences are the substance that creates my life. Thoughts and emotions create habits and understandings and over time these become set in concrete in my subconscious mind. These habits and understandings form the framework for my whole life. Everything in my life has been created by my thoughts and habits and the emotions I attach to them. I have the power to change the things I don’t like by intentional control of my thoughts and the emotions I attach to the things I experience. I am responsible for my current circumstance and I have the power to change it.

The routine and systems of the Master Key experience is breaking the old concrete ways of doing and responding, revealing more of who I’m created to be. My DMP (Definite Major Purpose) is still a mystery but that’s unfolding as I’m willing to dive in and explore it.

MKMMA Week 2 Do It Now Do It Now Do It Now …

DO IT NOW DO IT NOW DO IT NOW …. I sat in the train station with a little bag of fresh food to be my lunch on the train. A homeless man with teeth on the top of his mouth and none on the bottom sat dozing and making little comments in the row behind me. A real battle was raging in my heart between my desire to share my lovely food with him and the fact that I was nervous and even a little afraid. He looked dirty and scary and kind and welcoming. I struggled for several moments, finally picking up my food and walking back to His seat. Turns out that sharing breakfast in the train station with Ernest, a homeless poet, was the highlight of my day. I shared sweet, juicy strawberries and melon, pesto and salsa and crackers from my mom. Ernest shared his poetry and his stories, frequently ensuring my attention by asking, “Ya know what I mean?”

Growing up in Seattle, he had fruit trees in the yard and he cooked great-smelling food to share with neIghbors. Ernest has 11 sisters. The sister who “took him around” was the one he loved deeply. She didn’t tell him she had agent orange-induced cancer from a stint in Vietnam. She recently died. Ernest cried. The same matter of fact voice described time spent in prison and how various street drugs made him feel.

He proudly explained the meaning of his name: Ernest means honest, trustworthy and faithful.

The most impactful part of our moments together was watching and listening to how it felt for him to be ignored while requesting hospital treatment, after being attacked on the street. Being ignored was a story that went deep for me. How many people feel this reality? Requests, needs, thoughts and feelings that slide past deaf ears. Do our eyes focus forward, as we walk past lives that feel messy or different from our own?

Ernest didn’t ask me for anything. We shared breakfast and thoughts together in the train station. Because of his light, laughter and smile, I hopped on the train richer and fuller. To paraphrase Og Mandino, in Scroll 1 of Greatest Salesman, today there was beautiful, juicy fruit (emotional and physical) that Ernest and I could share.  Lesson learned: save myself some stress and DO IT NOW sooner … Ya know what I mean?