The Ramblings of the Titanium Don
Explorations of Conscious Reality Creation, Mindfulness, and Other Matters
Giving is not necessarily a physical thing. Giving can certainly involve things. But I find that the intangibles we give are often far more powerful than the tangibles. We give of our time, we give from our hearts, we give advice, we give opinions. All of these intangibles can carry a lot of weight. Giving is important to Pathwalking because it is a part of our living in an abundant universe. The ability to give is a sign that we
Consider reality. What we call reality is not the same for everyone. We might believe that it is, but in truth it’s really not. My reality is nothing like yours, or his, or hers, or anyone else’s, really. Even those we are closest to do not share our reality. Oh unquestionably they intersect, but that doesn’t make them the same. Let’s take Thanksgiving for example. For some this is a day where family comes together and eats much tasty food.
As I walk my own path, I do not do so ignoring the paths of others. My path is unique, as is yours, his, hers…everybody’s. However, no path is more important than another, and no one of us is any better than the rest. We are all equal, and we are all one. Society has become utterly obsessed with division. We are split along lines of gender, or sexual orientation, or rich and poor, black and white…take your pick. Scientifically,
How do I go about taking responsibility for my own empowerment? There are several ways to make this happen, which I would like to share with you this week. The first step is that we need to acknowledge our own accountability. How? By taking responsibility for our thoughts, feelings and actions. Nobody can control anybody else, unless you allow someone else to be in control. As such, you and you alone are the responsible party when it comes to your
Responsibility is not a dirty word. We often look at responsibilities we have with dread. Let’s face it, there are many things that are a must which most of us would prefer not to do. Trips to the DMV, visiting the doctor or dentist, standing in line at movies or concerts, sitting in traffic because we have to get to wherever it is we are going. Responsibility seems to frequently be lumped into negative things. We see this as a
What is normal? I have been asking this question for most of my life. I haven’t the foggiest idea of what it is to be normal. Society is constantly talking about the “norms”, the things that are acceptable for people to do and be, and we judge people based upon where in this artifice they fit. Everyone has a different definition of what is normal. These definitions get applied to different things in our lives based on our jobs, our
Catharsis is important to being able to walk a chosen path. It never ceases to amaze me how easily emotional baggage accumulates. No matter how much we think we are purging as we go, we still manage to hold on to outdated materials. What’s more, often you don’t even realize you are still holding onto things that you are, and they are still effecting current actions. I don’t know what it is about human nature that we generally cling to
Catharsis is important to being able to walk a chosen path. It never ceases to amaze me how easily emotional baggage accumulates. No matter how much we think we are purging as we go, we still manage to hold on to outdated materials. What’s more, often you don’t even realize you are still holding onto things that you are, and they are still effecting current actions. I don’t know what it is about human nature that we generally cling to
It is of the utmost importance that we be aware of how and what we communicate to people. Whether we are talking about indirect forms, direct talk or body language, communication can make a tremendous difference in how we feel, and as such how we are directing our lives. We are currently living in a society positively obsessed with communication. The amazing thing about that, though, is how impersonal and thoughtless this idea has become. I know that historically this
Hindsight is not always twenty-twenty. We often look to the past, look to what has come before, and we think we see it in perfect clarity, now, after all that has occurred. But in truth, more often than we probably realize, hindsight gets colored by nostalgia, by wistfulness, by a sense that it was oh-so-good and can’t ever be that good again, but it really should be. The past is past. Period. What was is done, gone, and no more.