Your Choice

Freedom to choose.  A personal responsibility.  One person at a time.

This is our personal responsibility in the tug of war between stories.  Within our own heart mind body soul spirit there is a battle for control over our being.  Which will we choose, freedom or slavery?

No matter how deeply wounded and scarred our emotional anatomy, our freedom to choose allows us to search for and identify our own struggle to find the pathway to freedom and begin making new choices. Try starting with “thank you”.

Gratitude reboots the machine.  Which will you choose? Freedom or Slavery?  Intelligent Design.

For Example:  The desire to exercise and eat healthy.  (Two thirds of us are over weight).  In many, this allows a very clear recognition of an opposition.  “I want to but I don’t.”  Habitual thought asks, “Why.?”  The mind gets lost in the many gnarly knots of self justification trying to answer this question.  The reasoning suggests that if I can answer the question “why?”, then I can fix the problem and proceed to accomplish my goal.

The paradigm shift:  The moods, feelings, attitudes, imagery that demand an answer to “Why?” are the opposition.  Freedom to choose discovers the tug of war, choose.  Change our diet.  Change personal habits. Choose to approach the problem by accepting personal responsibly for recognizing what is getting in the way.  (Perhaps, “I don’t care.”  The emotional cancer consuming our social systems.)

When I can recognize what is getting in the way, through gratitude, I find a new freedom to choose, a chance to change my response.  The obstacles are as many and varied as finger prints.  No two people are identical.  Yet there is the simple genius of intelligently designed human emotional anatomy:  “Gratitude reboots the machine.”  This new chance to choose begins to recognize familiar habits and patterns that prevent my healthy response.  This is War and I really do care.  If it were not this simple, we would be doomed.

‘Yes but’ you said you would… And so you made me mad… And what’s the matter with me?… It must be my fault… It makes me feel so guilty… You clearly don’t love me or you would change… I can’t take it any more… No one else cares, why should I care… Your tone of voice changed… I can’t believe you said that… It’s your fault… It’s my fault… You don’t understand… I’m such a fool for even trying… Fuck You… I Love You… You’re impossible… Impossible man kind… I choose to care.

No greater love has anyone than he who lays down his life for a friend.  Give and receive.  Compassion for our fellow man because they don’t know what they are doing.  This is war and these are our family and friends.  Forgiveness.  Gratitude reboots the machine.  Freedom to choose.  Intelligent Design.


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2 Responses to Your Choice

  1. Dina4now says:

    Thank you was so hard to come by at first. I wasn’t thankful for the situation I found myself in… I wasn’t thankful for the anger, resentment, and fear I felt. The feelings I had at the time dominated me, driving on auto pilot reactions of defense and denial, blinding me to the collision up ahead. After all take from me my convictions and I will cease to exist. Eventually my convictions collided with the truth, and only then did the lies cease to exist… for a time in eternity everything ceased to exist.

    It was devastating, humiliating, I felt smashed and in pieces, disconnected, and worst of all helpless. My own convictions had left me destitute. I had fought so hard and long against a phantom in a world outside myself, opposing me, resisting me, challenging me into a defensive posture. My life had become that of a crazed warrior who has battled too long, in a frenzy no longer remembering reason, a slave with only one command locked into repetition, to live and die by the sword. The death of those convictions was the death of me, or so I thought.

    I Cried, the kind of cry like when a loved one passes away after a long battle with death. Or the kind of cry when you have the realization that you must let go of something, or someone after putting your life, your dreams, hopes and wishes into it. Or the kind of cry when you discover betrayal by someone you love, only this betrayal was to ones own self. And then, for a time in eternity I ceased to exist.

    Through grace and not of myself I began a process of discovery that at times was painful but healing. Revelation for me was like a giant leech being pulled from my body, the blood allowed to flow, a relief from the focus of pain… my vision began to clear and slowly I began to heal, from inside the heart soul and mind, as I admitted my powerlessness, believed in possibilities, allowed myself to be taught, forgiving, trusting, and slowly understanding was given to me, a little at a time. I began to be grateful for that collision that started me on this journey.

    Only then did I begin to understand the meaning of “thank you”, and I mean beginning for it has been a process of in depth learning through out my life. For “thank you” has allowed a time in eternity to listen, listen to a guidance system, an inner voice, the voice of God, choices… freedom. I understand that all can work for the good in those who love. I am looking out at the world from a place I have chosen, and for that I say Thank You

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