There is no avoiding the feelings , we are human beings . No way to go through them and learn from their lessons . Deny or avoid the feelings intensify , they grow larger and larger in our experience . Accept, is to reaffirm that we are ready to monitor and implement the feeling right away , so that we can learn and grow in the journey . Fear is a feeling that exerts great control and limit our attitude , our creativity . Through an inner calling he lives an existential confrontation that forces you to get out of a comfort zone , the tinsel , the alienation . When there is emotional involvement with problems , there is an energy blockage that prevents evolution. Thus , sleep requires a delivery to dream, or spiritual world. Also a great emotional attachment to desires can prevent its manifestation . The delivery and detachment are difficult concepts to the field . Laughing helps to let go . One aspect of setting goals important to the success is the concept of detachment or delivery. When there is much emotional attachment to a goal , it is likely not reach it . Intense attention and focus relentlessly on goal, keep rooted to the ground. You need to let go of expectations . What you resist persists . Carl Gustav Jung POSTED BY at 07:03 KALIL NO COMMENT : FRIDAY , 26 DECEMBER 2008 A Letter from Chief Seattle ( 1854) Chief Seattle s Response to U.S. President F. Pierce , who was trying to buy their land . A sublime example of Holistic and Ecological Awareness . A complaint to the greed of the white man , mindful of his intellect . A cry against the injustice of those who think they have the right to the land , excluding their fellows and other living beings . An appeal to humanism : The air is precious to the red man, for all things share the same breath : . The beast, the tree , the man, they all share the same breath seems that the white man does not notice the air he breathes Like a man dying . several days ago , is insensitive to [ his own ] stench . . So we will consider your offer to buy our land If we decide to accept, I will make one condition : The white man must treat the beasts of this land as his brothers . What is man without the beasts ? If the beasts were gone , man would die from a great loneliness of spirit. For whatever happens to the beasts, soon happens to man . There is a lesson in everything . Everything is connected . You must teach your children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of our grandfathers . To that respect the land , tell your children that is rich with the lives of our people . Teach your children what we have taught our : . . than the earth is our mother Whatever befalls the earth , befalls the sons also of the earth If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves . From this we know : the earth does not belong to man , man belongs to the earth it is this we know : all things then connected like the blood which unites one family There is a link at all. . . What happens to the earth befalls the sons of the earth Man did not weave the web of life : . . It is simply a strand Whatever we do to the web, he does the man himself. Even the white man, whose God walks and talks like him as friend to friend, can not be exempt from the common destiny . We may be brothers after all. ll See. re Certain of one thing ( the white man may come to discover one day) : . . God is a just , whatever name you give it you may think that the feature as you wish to own our land , but can not he is the God of man , and his compassion is equal for the . white man and the red man the earth is precious to him and hurt it is to despise their Maker white men too shall pass , . . perhaps sooner than all other tribes Contaminate your bed and you will one night suffocate in your own waste. But in your perishing you will shine brightly , fired by the strength of God who brought you to this land and for some special purpose gave you dominion over this land and over the red man . That destiny is a mystery to us because we do not understand that all the buffaloes are exterminated , the wild horses are tamed , the secret corners of the dense forests of the impregnated scent of many men and the view of the hills obstructed by talking wires . Where is the thicket ? disappeared . Wheres the water ? disappeared . s the end of life and the beginning of survival. How can you buy or sell the sky , the warmth of the land ? Idea That seems a bit strange . If you do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water , how can you buy them . Each piece of land is sacred to my people . Every shining pine needle , every sandy beaches , every mist in the dark woods, every clearing and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people . Sap that courses through the trees carries the memories of the red man . This shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water but the blood of our ancestors . If we sell you land, you must remember that it is sacred , and you must teach your children that it is sacred and that each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people . the waters murmur is the voice of my ancestors . The rivers are our brothers , they quench our thirst . The rivers carry our canoes and feed our children . If we sell you our land, you must remember, and teach your children that the rivers are our brothers, and yours . And therefore , you must give the rivers the kindness you would give any brother. We know that the white man does not understand our ways . A portion of land , to him , has the same meaning as any other , it is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs. s Land to him, not is his brother, but his enemy and when he has conquered it , extracting from it what you want , moves on. Leaves behind the graves of their ancestors and do not bother . he kidnaps the earth from his children, that and does not care . His appetite will devour the earth and leave behind only a desert . I do not know ... Our ways are different from yours. The sight of your cities pains the eyes of the red man . Maybe because the red man is a savage and does not understand . There is no quiet place in the white mans cities . No place to hear the unfurling of leaves in spring or the rustle of wings of an insect . But perhaps because I am a savage and do not understand . Noise only seems to insult ears . and what remains of a man , you can not hear the lonely cry of the whippoorwill or the arguments of the frogs around a pond at night ? I am a red man and do not understand . the Indian prefers the soft murmur wind darting over the face of the lake , and the wind , cleaned by a midday rain , or scented with the pine itself.
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