I’m not jumping up and down with God written on my pom-poms. I was nine when my sister was dragged dead from my mother. I never asked why? I didn’t need to know. I knew whose fault it was.
Up until the age of nine I believed in God. I had to. Each morning before lessons started we were forced to sing the Lord’s Prayer. Then we had Religious Education classes, special events at Easter and the Christmas Nativity. Who didn’t want to be someone religiously iconic?
Most importantly, up until the age of nine, when you die you much preferred an elevator to heaven than a descent into a bed of mud and maggots with a tombstone as a headboard.
And then Rachel died.
It was a senseless and pointless death.
There was no God.
My mind was closed on the matter.
It’s taken me over 30-years for it to open again, to allow my religious schema to be picked apart, poked and prodded. The old framework is being burned, the embers are flashing into the air like flirtatious and fornicating fireflies. The door to my mind is open. It feels good.
My history with alcohol is similar.
When it comes to drinking alcohol people believe they are making a choice. I don’t believe it’s that simple. I believe the choice is heavily biased towards taking that pint glass and licking your sins away. That’s not a choice. Neither was the way I found God, lost him, and then started to wonder if I could find him again?
The mind is a mysterious thing.
Napoleon Hill once said: “Whatever the mind can conceive and believe, it can achieve.”
I am here to help you conceive and achieve.
You have to believe.
I believed in God because it fitted the schema that was presented to me as a child. My parents didn’t push God into my brain, but my school did. I was at school more than I was at home. My teachers told me that God was real so he was real. I was programmed to believe in God.
Was that a choice?
I believed that alcohol offered me benefits because I was bombarded with images, words and sensations that told me that was the case. This began from the moment I was born. Not only was I subjected to a barrage of advertising, but also the main mentors in my life supported this theory. Parents, Grandparents, teachers, Santa Claus – they all loved to get pissed up. I was programmed to believe that alcohol was good.
Was that a choice?
Once you accept things, as is, you close your mind and move on. Our mind is an energy saving device. It’s easier to adopt the status quo than go searching for some other answer.
The closed mind is a poisoned mind. It’s hot and stuffy. You cannot breathe. The world smiles upon you for your choice. You are all crunched together like ribs in a 1800s corset. Birds of a feather flock together and you are a pack of vultures living off the smiles of the open-minded folk. Snap. Snap. Snap.
Open your mind.
Be prepared to be the white-faced man standing in a street full of soot. Be different. Bring a touch of marvel to your life. When you open your mind your schemas can be changed. A new map of the world begins to unfurl before you. It’s a world that has never before been explored. We were born to explore.
It’s not easy.
It’s like trimming your bush with a musty shard of glass as your aid.
One snip and it’s…gone.
I learned to open my mind by reading. It expanded by listening to the views of people I respected. This was another schema brought into play, this time for good use. It went a little something like this:
This person is smarter than me because he or she wrote a book therefore I will give what they say some weighty consideration.
I started to believe in the power of prayer after Dr. Larry Dossey revealed scientific evidence that it made a difference to the lives of plants in his book Healing Words; I started to believe that my back pain was caused by my divorce after John Sarno introduced me to TMS in his book Healing Back Pain, and I believed that alcohol offered me zero benefits when Allen Carr asked me to take a leap of faith after reading the Easyway to Control Alcohol.
In each case they asked me to open my mind. I did. I am glad I did. I want you to be glad you did as well.
Podcasts are another great way to open your mind. My three current favorites are from James Altucher, Tim Ferriss and Dave Asprey. All three interview top thinkers from throughout the world who all have open minds.
Here is a little secret.
Nobody achieves anything with a closed mind.
Loosen the straight jacket.
We are conditioned creatures. We expect things to be a certain way. We expect things to happen in a certain sequence. When it doesn’t, it fucks up our qi.
We didn’t even create most of our beliefs and values. We inherited them when we still believed babies were delivered by storks, Santa managed to get around the entire world in one night and a fairy would take our rotten teeth and leave money.
People fail because they don’t believe they can do it. They don’t believe they can do it because they have a closed mind. If you want to quit drinking, and learn from me as to how to do that, then you need an open mind. It’s one of the critical components in this machine.
Now grab your pom-poms.
Write the words ‘Open Mind” on them and start jumping up and down.
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