Just caught this DVD — surpringly filmed in front of a small audience way back in 2004 — presentation of a lecture by William A. Tiller, the physicist, wherein he presents proof through clinical studies and formulas that human beings through intention can significantly affect physical reality. Another grand leap for science into territory that has normally been reserved for spiritual, new age, occult or paranormal paradigms and often dismissed by the scientific community.
Of course Dr. tiller’s discoveries are not new to the world of science. Those who have been following this exciting vectoring and merging of the two assumed disparate fields remember well the infamous book The Tao of Physics, to name but one. But Dr. Tiller’s work here only adds to what many outside of hard science have known for millennia, that there is much more to our human potential than just doing our best to navigate the events that “happen to us”… But rather it is us who are actually creating those events. They may “happen”, indeed; but not without our direct or indirect intention in one way or another.
Harry Palmer, the discoverer, inventor and author of the Avatar series of knowledge and techniques — books, DVD lectures, and most importantly courses — has been the chief proponent of these theories over the last thirty years, long before the concept took hold and became hip as a pop culture phenom. [Palmer wasn’t the first to propose the idea that beliefs precede experience or that human beings create their own reality.
So I begin to tell him of one of the most harrowing telephone conversations I have ever had thus far in my short but adventurous life. I will not prose this because I have already spent too much time thinking about it. turns out that the Ferret recently spoke with Cleopatra about our little shared business venture, a fledgling spinoff of another company we had started a few years earlier. In our youth and inexperience we gave Ferret 5% ownership in the company, not understanding what 5% of a company could mean. a year or so later I told both of them that I changed my mind. I had been crunching numbers and it turned out that five percent of a large company could be quite a fortune. I could see from the current business model that we were soon going to become a large business. the problem with large businesses is that through you may be earning large bank on the books, in reality you may not be doing so well. all the money needs to be put back into the company. So you may show a profit of say half a mil. but you may have spent it all on capital reinvestment and loan payoffs. But that five percent owner may still want his five percent and that’s twenty-five grand a year right there if you stay at the same place.
Well my decision to take the shares back didn’t go over well with Ferret and Cleo at the time just didn’t understand what I was saying. she now regrets that decision more than any other for so many reasons. Ferret has been most unpleasant to us over the years never lifting a finger to help in the business or even pay much attention to it except to ask every year, where’s my money? and now that we are about to sell this little spinoff for a very small amount of money just so Cleo and I can get out of business with one another, Ferret is most concerned with his share of that pie. It turns out he is offering both of us to buy him out. but not for what his shares are worth but for double because he sees there is a premium for the shares that will yield the buyer with the majority shares in the company.
Now because Cleo and I cannot see eye to eye on things yet and still unfortunately we are constantly arguing and have even taken as I have written about earlier to taking up our own individual attorneys to battle each other to the despicable demise of all of our life’s earnings. Uncannily we still speak as friends on the phone all the time but over certain business matters we just cannot get it together. so I say to Ferret casually, well you wouldn’t sell your shares to her would you? “at this point I will sell them to whoever gives me the money first,” he tells me. “but if you sell your shares to her she will gain majority control of this company and could vote on all sorts of matters that I will have no say in. in fact you know as well as I that she has every intention of taking almost all of the proceeds of the impending sale and leaving me with very little.” “I know. so why don’t you buy them.” “I’ve already told you, I don’t want to buy them for double what they are worth if we are going to sell in two weeks. it would be foolish.” “well then she might.” “well if she buys those shares you know the scenario is going to be the company is going to sell, she’s going to walk away with just under a million bucks, your going to walk with a hundred thou and I’m going to get next to nothing for a company I started. Bro you know I founded this company. This is my baby. you can’t sell me out. you would sell me out after fifteen years of friendship knowing what would happen?” “Look man, at one time we had a friendship, but this isn’t about friendship. This is about money. and I have to start thinking about myself.”
Very important to use whatever tools you have available, whether they be Avatar or Anthony Robbins or visualization or meditation or what have you, to get rid of it. but again, the key is in recognizing that you are living in a state of fear. Then the easy part is to discreate it.
We have come so far as a species now. we have so many tools available to us now to improve ourselves. There really is no excuse to not be living the life of our dreams.
So cold in New York now that when I am outside writing that I cannot get the cursor to move on my laptop’s touchpad because my fingers are so cold. The touchpad works by heat from your fingers. My fingers must be too freezing. Now that’s cold.
So yes I’m watching this guy and we’re talking. and he’s holding that picnic basket like he’s little red riding hood. I notice up close for the first time in a while that gay mean speak differently. You can tell they are gay, or at least have a proclivity towards it, just from the way that they speak. Also from their hand gestures and the way they walk. and often from the way they stand and the looks they make with their faces. Gay men are notorious for that bitchy ‘don’t bother me, I’m hot, this service sucks, and I’m tired’ look on their face, whereas straight men are more known for their ‘yo what’s up ladies, God its fucking hot, dude you think that chick was looking at me?’ look on their faces. I love gay men because you get all that wonderful inspiring feminine energy without all the games. Not that gay men don’t play games; from what I hear, they’re the worst. But I’m not attracted to them in the least so I could give a shit about their games. If a gay guy starts playing games with you, and you’re straight, you just tell him to fuck off. Now if a woman starts playing games with you, and you’re straight, forget about it, you’re in trouble. Next thing you know, you’re rolled up in the fetal position, or you’re questioning the very meaning of life itself, or you end up in prison or something. Women can snare us into any number of games just from looking at us in a weird way.
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[this reminds me of this one Avatar course I was on in the deep north woods. There were about a thousand Wizards that had gathered for ten days to process and create the world a better place. at one point about five days into it, two of my closest straight friends were in huge creations about being gay; all of a sudden they just decided that they “might be gay” and it was something they needed to really look into. the king approaches me in an emotional panic… “your majesty, what is troubling you good sir?” I asked. “Good ambassador…” he paused, “Dude,” “yes?” “Dude I need to talk to you. for real. Without the code names…” “Without the code names?” I exclaimed, “O.k. I will try. you are upset aren’t you?” “Dude hear me out. I think I’m gay…” “What man?! Whatchou talkin’ ‘bout Willis?!” “Dude I’m serious. I’ve thought a lot about it and I think I might be gay… you think that’s weird?” “No dude. I think its normal. But if you want to fuck me up the bum I’m going to think that’s weird.” “Dude. I’m serious. I really need to explore this…” “Fine. How can I help?” “I don’t know. I just need time to explore this and really see what’s up for me…” “O.k. fine but this doesn’t mean that you’re going to have butt sex with the Court Jester; because that’s really gross… I hear he’s thinking he’s gay also. I don’t know what got into you guys…” [for the record, since its asked so much, this is how I officially got the name the Ambassador. There’s a big group of us who live all over the world and we call ourselves ‘the tribe.’ We get together whenever we can, usually through Avatar courses or some other feel-good, new-age function. One year we all got together to walk on hot coals with Anthony Robbins. Things like that. Anyway, we all have these codenames. There’s the King. He’s how we all know each other. Through him. So that’s why we call him the King. There’s the Queen, his wife of course. There’s his Mistress. A long story. The Mayor. The Court jester. The Bard. The Spy. Etc. I’ve always been the social coordinator of our group, go figure, and so I was endowed with the codename of the Ambassador. So that should put a final end to that question.] Anyway, so the king continued: “I just need to feel into this more bro…” “Dude feel into this… look over at Serena there…” I pointed to Serena who was standing in the corner talking to someone… “ she was wearing a tight fitting flowered skirt. “Now dude, look at Serena’s ass. tell me when you see it. when you really see it.” “I see it.” “Now dude. What are you thinking while you’re looking at her ass?” He laughs sheepishly… “I’m thinking how her ass would look naked or in her panties.” I smiled. “anything else?” “Yeah. I’m thinking about bending her over and doing her..” “Damn right you are bro. as well you should. Who wouldn’t be? you see? You’re not gay.” “How do you know?” “Dude. I roomed with three gay guys in college for a year. me and three gay guys for a whole year. trust me. you’re not gay. Gay guys don’t think about bending over and doing every girl they see. We do. Trust me. you’re not gay.” We high-fived and that was that.]
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