heart of pOSSIBILITIES

Alright folks, my post today is going to be quite different from the casual, because I feel now is the time to get serious about some things.  This is not about advertising my materials or pretending to be the Spacey JC character- this is real me needing to express things held back in my heart, maybe some of you can relate and others could give a rat's rear less, but you reading this or anything else I've written, regardless of the reason, means a more to me than you'll ever believe.

To love what you are is in truth a very difficult task, we struggle to love ourselves somehow or some way, and some of us just cannot summon the courage to do it, no matter what act we thought might have brought that meaning to it that we needed.  Our ego fears being selfish, and often, we equate loving ourselves as something selfish, or that we are becoming braggarts inside and outside.  I am here to tell you to not fear loving yourself and that you can love yourself for the right reason without feeling guilty for it.  The love for your family depends on your love for yourself, for without having confidence in your being, how can you keep it together and keep it alive?  

Loving yourself is not a sin, but understand now that when I say yourself, it is not just the container of cells that is your body of which you are in direct control of, but also your environment; your children, your spouse, your family, your friends, your enemies- because in the end, they are all you.  This is your story; your material, your energy, your investment.  And what I have found through personal experiences, whether practical, whether unusual, whether downright supernatural, is that absolutely NOTHING is impossible!  

I have learned that any vision your mind holds can become reality by your will, even things you have never believed possible.  As a child, I dreamed much to see the doodles in my old notebooks one day become the GuT stories on a futuristic sort of book that doesn't use paper, but at the time, I thought reality was too bland and unflexible for that sort of thing to happen in my lifetime.  It seems reality debunked my delusion of what I thought it could not do.  Now if you have loved yourself enough to believe in yourself, your mind, your body, your environment, your reality, what could you possibly create from yourself? ​