He wasn't a medical doctor, just educated all the way up as far as you can get.
In all that you are living. . . As the problem flickers, the solution flickers too.
Use your imagination until your big dream feels so familiar that its manifestation is the next logical step.
Think about where you're going and never mind where you've been. Don't spend any more time justifying any of that stuff.
When you feel gratitude, you are the closest to the natural state you were born to live in.
So the big question is, "Well, do I just dump all those unwanted things and try to start fresh?" And we say, no. You just set the Tone, where you are, by looking for things to appreciate. And by setting your Tone in a very clear deliberate way, anything that doesn't match it gravitates out of your experience, and anything that does match it gravitates into your experience. It is so much simpler than most of you are allowing yourself to believe.
That is the optimal creative vantage point: To stand on the brink of what is coming, feeling eager, optimistic anticipation-with no feeling of impatience, doubt, or unworthiness hindering the receiving of it-that is the Science of Deliberate Creation at its best.
We are a nation of communities. . . a brilliant diversity spread like stars, like a thousand points of light in a broad and peaceful sky.
I love chilling in a cute sweatsuit and wedge sandals or sneakers.
Summerset, don't you ever sleep?" "It's Lieutenant Dallas. She's--" Roarke dropped his briefcase, grabbed Summerset by the lapels. "Has she been hurt? Where is she?" "A nightmare. She was screaming. " Summerset lost his usual composure and dragged a hand over his hair. "She won't cooperate. I was about to call your doctor. I left her in her private suite. " As Roarke pushed him aside, Summerset grabbed his arm. "Roarke, you should have told me what had been done to her. " Roarke merely shook his head and kept going. "I'll take care of her.
I'm just a big old nerd.