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 Gratitude breaks the spell of Writers Block |
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Staring at a blank page is like staring into a snowfield. The snow, untouched by civilization and unmarked by living creatures, blinds you for a few minutes, it glistens reflecting subtle shades of pure white and rainbows at odd angles. If you stare at the snow too long, you get lost in the interplay of light and shadow. As the day wears on, you become awestruck at the beauty of the snow's perfection. You marvel at the way an oak tree cast its ebony shadow across the pure white snow. You watch the tree's shadow change, grow and shrink, as Earth turns and the sun moves from morning to evening. If you stand out in the snow too long without moving, you risk snow bite or freezing. If you are fortunate, a red fox will walk across your line of sight. The fox will leave his footprints written in the snowfield. As you watch the fox move, the spell holding you in one spot staring at the snow is broken. You are free to go inside out of the cold and out of danger. I must say, writing 500 words a day isn't difficult, unless I'm attempting to write on a single subject. On Monday, October 28, 2013, I began posting my weekly goals at "Weekly Goals"  . On Tuesday, October 29, 2013 I began keeping track of may accomplished goals in this journal."O SON OF BEING! Bring thyself to account each day ere thou art summoned to a reckoning; for death, unheralded, shall come upon thee and thou shalt be called to give account for thy deeds." Bah'u'll'h The Hidden Words of Bah'u'll'h, Part I.'From the Arabic, #31, page 11 'Heinlein's Rules for Writers Rule One: You Must Write Rule Two: Finish What Your Start Rule Three: You Must Refrain From Rewriting, Except to Editorial Order Rule Four: You Must Put Your Story on the Market Rule Five: You Must Keep it on the Market until it has Sold' Robert A. Heinlein It is enjoined upon every one of you to engage in some form of occupation, such as crafts, trades and the like. We have graciously exalted your engagement in such work to the rank of worship unto God, the True One. Ponder ye in your hearts the grace and the blessings of God and render thanks unto Him at eventide and at dawn. Waste not your time in idleness and sloth. Occupy yourselves with that which profiteth yourselves and others. Thus hath it been decreed in this Tablet from whose horizon the day-star of wisdom and utterance shineth resplendent. Baha'u'llah, Tablets of Baha'u'llah Revealed After the Kitab-i-Aqdas, Pages 21-29: gr 32 I changed the way I did entries in this book several times. Beginning on March 21, 2018 the entries will cover the topics of spiritual, inspirational, and religions. However, the genres it will be under are Women's, Inspirational, and Spiritual with a tag of Religious. |
‘Idál (Justice), 5 Sharaf (Honor) 147 B.E. - Wednesday, January 3, 2018 What would I like my life to be like?1 I contemplate this question, as I considered my 2018 Dear Me letter. I didn't write a Dear Me letter in 2017, however, this year is different. This year is different for several reason. First, I am 71 years young, and I have to face the possibility that I may not have very many years left on the physical plane. Eventually, my physical body will die, and my soul will transcend into the next world. This means that I have to accomplish some of my dreams while I am (my soul) is still in this physical body. It means I have to overcome the fear that haunts me and stops me from doing my best to proclaim Baha'u'llah's name and accomplish my dream of becoming a published author. Why do I limit myself? Fear, memories from my childhood, and memories of sexual abuse by my mother's male companion. I don't want to mention his name at this point, maybe I will in another entry. Right now I just want to write down the main topics of what prevents me from becoming my authentic self. The main issue is fear, fear that people won't like who I really am. Fear that I don't know who I really am. I have managed to confront these two fears in small way, but I still have a long way to go before I can get beyond them (if I ever can get past them.). My biggest problems is fear, which--with the help of Baha'u'llah--I'm overcoming. Who is my authentic self? Sometimes I think I know, and at other times I'm not sure. The one thing I am sure of is that I'm a spiritual being having a material/physical experience. My true self, my authentic self, is my soul. My soul, my spirit, is a gift from the Almighty. This is the answer I always think about when I ask myself the question "Who/what is my authentic self?" It is the answer I need to focus on, unfortunately sometimes I lose my focus, and this is when doubt and fear overshadow my mind and soul. I have to work to keep my focus on what is important, and only through prayer, meditation, and writing am I able to keep that focus. What is possible? I don't know what is possible; however, I know that the Almighty knows. I worship the All-Knowing and Unknowable Creator through Baha'u'llah. Therefore, I can find out what is possible by focusing on the scriptures and prayers revealed by Baha'u'llah. I can, also, talk to Baha'u'llah mentally, which I do. This helps me overcome my fears, and it assists me to see when my prayers are answered. The only problem I still have is asking for what I want. I need to work on this beginning today. It doesn't hurt to ask, because prayers are answered. They are answered in one of three ways: either yes, no, or wait. Footnotes |
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