I thought about it for a while, as I recalled the feelings that came when I heard the words, “Magnificent woman”, it brought me back to a time when I was a little girl to a memory with a similar feeling. A time of make believe in which imagination was magnified.

I remembered playing dress-up in my mothers room. It was always the best place with a closet full of beautiful dresses that when put on fell all the way to the floor, making me feel movie star glamours. Her jewelry spilling from boxes on her dresser like something out of a pirates buried treasure chest at my disposal. Of corse my mothers dresses were probably house dresses, her treasure only costume jewelry, but my imagination as a child was magnified and easy to access.
I remember excitement.

I remember the best part of dressing up was saved for last, putting on her shoes. Her high heel shoes, so forbidden, so inviting yet intimidatingly high. My feet filling only half the shoe, so that they dragged when I tried to walk. But they were the same kind of shoes that transformed Cinderella into a beautiful princess, the same shoes that resulted in marrying the prince. I was transformed. My feet no longer on the ground and my head up in the heavens.
I remembered joy.

I remember looking into my mothers long wardrobe mirror, and liking what I see. I saw a glimpse of a magnificent young woman, in a shimmering gown of confidence as a smile played on painted lips. I saw the jewels of possibilities for who I might become as they sparkled off the light of an old light bulb. I had magnified my imagination to envision a magnificent me.
I remembered anticipation.

Remembering the simplicity of imagination as a child and the ability to act it out, to play, or to magnify a vision, brought both tears of joy and great sadness to me. It was like remembering someone precious and then realizing you had neglected them. I cried. I cried because it had been so long since I played in the realm of imagination unencumbered by the responsibilities of adulthood.

Intelligently Designed? Take a look at the daily news and be reminded of how many humans misfire frequently. Intelligently designed, “simply thank you” starts our thinking all over again. Personally significant, we remind each other, to “believe we were created for any and all possibilities in contributing to a better world, one shot at a time.” Dominion. Intelligently Designed, we discover how frequently we miss our shots.

Translated from the Greek, our English word “Sin” is an archery term meaning “to miss the mark.” Intelligent Design realizes we and the “mag woman” miss our targets all the time. Potentially, we can be consumed by the emotional reflexes triggered out of our control in response to even our best efforts. Rhythms of Gratitude allow us to recognize the genius design behind forgiving our missed shots and the gift of freedom that allows us an endless supply of arrows, for which “Thank You” is the only logical response.

God is creating us by inspiring our free choice. Here again is the tug of war. Intelligently designed emotional anatomy, Temptation does not disappear. Free to choose, God is creating sincere hearts which will endlessly choose to make our best efforts. Your best brings out the best in others. The New Movie. The Story of Freedom, our intention and direction becomes “the aim of one woman to get there.” The Magnificent Woman forgiven.

Forgiven offers a quiver full of Arrows. Take your best shot. Gratitude reboots the machine and starts our thinking all over again. Intelligent Design.

More to come. please be patient with me.

Having said that, I’d like to play with a little word imagery, an “open source language” if you will. Take the word “magnificent woman”. I get the first part, “Mag” as in MAGNUM. Humor me here please. The image I get is; life is like a loaded gun firing a powerful trajectory right out of the barrel straight in the direction it’s pointed.

I imagine my early years as a woman learning it’s parts, mechanisms, and dangers. The power of a life placed in my hands. There were times of mishandling, and indiscretion in direction and focus. A sense of danger, yet not knowing from where, a defensive posture. I associated with, made contact with, played out scenarios in my head, I practiced aiming, many times misfiring, some lethal, the murder of innocence occurring. However I think now it was designed that way to acquire knowledge in the power of intention and aim. The intention of contribution to humanity and the aim of one woman to get there.

Over time I learned from experience the force and consequences of aim and direction. I had times when I did not act as an impulsive child firing at loud noises in the dark. For me it started with the recognition of certain repeating emotions ending in the same circumstances and eliminating choices. I am familiar with the after effects of regret and guilt. I am familiar with temptation and the differences between reaction and response.

At this point my first choice then would be to hesitate in reacting, and to breath, reevaluate the situation. This in itself can be painful, as the time out for choices bring with it doubt, and or self condemnation. But with practiced participation my sniper abilities focus with some clarity, enhancing my aim at well chosen targets, instead of random shots.

Oh well, today I feel optimistic, tomorrow will have it’s own challenges, but I believe, in womenkind, and humanity. I believe we were created for any and all possibilities in contributing to a better world, one shot at a time if necessary. Thank you for indulging me….”The Mag Woman”

When I became a woman
I put childish ways behind me.

Now I see but a poor reflexion in the mirror;
then I shall see face to face
Now I know in part;
then I shall know fully, even as I am known. BIBLE: Corinthians 13:11

There comes a time when we are required to choose. To choose the story of “the magnificent woman”, to put away the childish ways of selfishness, and to choose a future of significance in the story we want our children to tell. The woman makes a choice that benefits the many, the child can only choose from what she knows.

Everything has been prepared for this choice through our life experiences. Yet some of us still act as children choosing to hang on to the entitlement of our emotional reflexes, familiar as we are with the “old movie” and the desire for change at the same time, tug of war. It’s out of control, tricked by thinking of our reactions as righteous indignation we move in irregular motions, no rhyme or reason just familiar.
Example: I recently received a phone call from a dad who was quite upset about the exchange of toys between his son and mine, ( been here before in your own childhood)? He was very upset, using a vocabulary that provoked my triggers towards defensive thinking, and I was “on the line”. Because he did not want to be interrupted, he actually gave me that ” golden moment” to practice taking a breath, to sit back and let this thing play out. Just that small amount of time let some of my anxiety play out and I was able to just listen. Listening provided me with more information as well as a few choices. I interceded with, “I understand”, and with that looked for common ground. As the conversation came towards an end he relaxed and apologized for his aggression explaining some of the dynamics in
his life that amounted to the frustrations he was feeling. He thanked me for listening.
We concluded with the return of expensive toys and agreed to talk with our children about choices and the influences they have on each other.
As I hung up the phone, feeling satisfaction, I noticed my son had been sitting there taking in the words of his parent, teacher. The look on his face was of gentle surprise as if he had been expecting a good fight to go down in his behalf. Instead “PONO,” ( to make right ) happened, in his behalf and in the behalf of others.
I walked away feeling free, and satisfied with what my child was learning from me. Instead of carrying on the emotional “baggage” thru the day, I had the freedom to be present for whatever life would serve me next. I had made a choice and had taken the action required. Freedom is a choice that requires action, make the choice, do it in behalf of us all.
“The best in you brings out the best in others.”

“Our choice of memories affects us mind body and soul and influences how we create our circumstances.” These are the mood movies of emotional anatomy even influencing what and how we remember. Freedom is experienced most clearly as gratitude’s mood movie restarts our thinking all over again. Through our momentary memory of peace, there is a mood “like a guidance system” we remember well. “The skies clear for flights of vision” that allow us to see clearly the mood movies generated through Rhythms of Gratitude against a back drop of old movie reflexes out of our control. Freedom vs. Slavery.

Emotional Anatomy is Biological Architecture. This information will not change our human biological architecture. Our hope is generated through imagination. The battle for our freedom begins in the land of imagination. Through Flying lessons, we learn and teach skills of navigation there is poetry in navigating fluid emotional spaces, motivated by the amazing rewards found in personal significance. us to that sees clearly the inspiration offered in The New Movie that freely chooses skillfull navigation, familiar with old movie obstacles, slowly, gratefully, intentionally, strategically, confidently, purposefully choosing The Magnificent Woman.

“Remember well”, She is real. Catch a glimpse? Gratitude reboots the machine. Catch a glimpse? Perhaps the obstacles obscure our view. Peaceful Gratitude, “like a guidance system,” starts our thinking all over again. Remember well, She is real.

Familiarity with our Emotional Anatomy recognizes the familiar patterns of opposition that show up as elaborate mood movies capable of trapping us. Anatomy from which we cannot escape. Anatomy that knows nothing of gratitude. Anatomy that knows no hope of freedom to choose. Anatomy that is so deeply wounded and self protective that it refuses to talk or become known because it has no skill or willingness, awareness of it hurts too much. Anatomy that actually opposes our freedom. Convinced of its self protective purpose, “I don’t care. No one else cares. Why should I care?”

Compassion for our fellow man. Tricked and trapped into unreachable reflexes out of our control. There is nothing we can do until painful slavery makes the story of freedom attractive. Curiosity opens a door. Peaceful Gratitude opens our hearts for a moment to “remember well” The Magnificent Woman. This momentary glimpse of our idealized self is intentional. Intelligent Design. This gift of vision intends to inspire our free choice for more.

I’d like to talk about memories as is the case in familiarity. Anger, fear, and or blame are triggered reflexes, familiar from the memories of our “personal histories and sensitivities”. The process of familiarity is challenging and requires taking responsibility for our state of being as a direct result of our reflexes or free choice.. Like in the case of two siblings remembering the same incident differently, we choose how and what to remember.

A memory that produces anger cocks back the trigger to respond to the slightest pressure. A memory that produces fear lacks trust through out the day in personal encounters, and blame takes away our significance. The choice of memories affect us mind body and soul and influences how we create our circumstances.

So then, the question arises; how and when do we “remember well”?
You have suggested navigation as a means to freedom. How? through recognition of emotional reflexes, learning what controls the aircraft, to when Gratitude; “thank you I see it”, starts the engine all over again.

It is at this point in learning navigation that you ask us for a memory of peace in our personal histories. Those memories fuel our transformation to destinations of contribution and personal significance. They clear the skies for flights of vision, navigating us towards personal freedom. A memory is like a guidance system, remember well.