My Fate for Yours (Crawford)
If you do not step forward, you will always be in the same place. Worry is not preparation. Is this the good news? Creating keeps us from reacting because it is impossible to do both at the same time. Live your life in such a way that when you die the world cries and you rejoice. When this cycle is negative, there are three ways to change.
You can change the cause, change the effect, or choose the most powerful option… become the cause! Regardless, however, our choice is always more information about us than them. Jackson Brown. We can, however, choose what we do about it, which ironically can change how we feel! You find yourself by coming into the present. How we say what we say makes a statement about who we are. The most successful among us have dual citizenship. Scott Peck.
Mary Jean Corbett, “On Crawford v. Crawford and Dilke, ″ | BRANCH
Unfortunately, most people wait until all is said and done to decide what they want to collect. We make a life by what we give. It is an unlearned, self-sufficient process that helps us to move from the past to the future, from inaction to action… from shattered dreams to more purposeful dreams based upon who we really are and what we can create.
People wonder about what you are pursuing. You have to explain about the thread. But it is harder for others to see. Tragedies happen, people get hurt or die, and you grow old and die. Suffering is not a punishment — it is a result. There is no such thing as brutal honesty. Thomas Holdcroft. The amount of work is the same. The challenge in life is having the patience to ask the most purposeful questions, and the courage to listen to, and act upon the answers. In that space lies our freedom and power to choose our response.
My Fate for Yours
And in this choice lies our freedom and power to grow. The bad news is … there is no key to the Universe. The good news is… it has been left unlocked. One does not do something in order to be compassionate, one is compassionate and, therefore, does certain things in certain ways. The actions of the body were meant to be reflections of a state of being, not attempts to attain a state of being. Transformation and healing then take place as a process of becoming versus avoiding.
One is information from the past while the other is the key to the future. If encouraged, it cuts a channel into which all other thoughts are drained. Unfortunately, many of us are so focused on the darkness left by what has been lost, we never see the light coming through the newly opened door. For as we put on more clothes as the cold increases, it will diminish its power to harm.
In like manner, as we grow in patience when we meet with great wrongs, they too can become powerless as well. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary. If this is what we want, then the ability to infuse each moment with meaning would seem to be a skill worth practicing. One is a description of what is, while the other describes a style of interaction essential to effective teams and organizations. Maybe we should be mindful of something more constructive. Everything else is a choice!
The only questions are: How will they be different and how different will they be , and how will we be different and how different will we be as a result?
Become a carrier! In this way the chosen becomes the chooser, and love versus fear becomes the energy of choice. Good things happen, bad things happen, and it is harder for others to see. Regardless, you never let go of the thread! These chemicals do not exist in the situation but in us. It gets there before you do. The second best time is now. Is this the way I want to be defined? Would I teach this way of being to someone that I love? Bill Crawford. We will have more success in influencing the world around us if we start with the world within. But without belief in possibility, our reality is going to be severely curtailed.
Cries from Jamaica
Download Information on Dr. Crawford and his presentations. Talk no more of death now--in this other home, where there are other names than those that were dishonoured. Let this be the house of life, as that was the house of death, the home of honest love, as that was the home of treachery, the dwelling of peace, as that was made at last the place of violent and desperate deeds. The hour of destiny is passed. The days without fear begin to-day.
It was indeed the decisive moment in the lives of all three, and there was silence for a space after Hilda had spoken. The thoughts her words called up passed rapidly through the minds of her hearers and produced their effect on each. As she had truly said, there was a mysterious resemblance between the climax and the anti-climax of their history. As Rieseneck and Greifenstein had been half-brothers, so were Greif and Rex; as their fathers had loved one woman, so they also both loved Hilda; as the elder pair might have been, but for the woman who wrought their destruction, honourable, brave and earnest men, so were their sons in reality--the difference lay not so much between the fathers and the sons, as between one woman and the other, between Clara Kurtz and Hilda von Sigmundskron.
Instead of ruining both brothers, as Clara had done, Hilda had saved both from destruction, in the place of shame, she had brought honour, in the stead of death she had given life to both. And both looked at her during the silence and wondered inwardly at the beauty of her strength, asking themselves how it was possible that in a few short months this child of the forest, innocent and ignorant of the world, should have attained to proportions that were almost divine in their eyes, should have developed from the simple maiden to the noble woman, from the quiet, gentle girl, to the splendidly dominating incarnation of good, that had more than once overcome their mistaken impulses, and made plain their way before them by the illumination of the right, just as her golden head and gleaming eyes seemed to light up the room in which she stood.
They looked at her and wondered, both loving her beyond all earthly things, each in his own way; the one with the earnest, deep-rooted purpose to live and die in all honour for her sake, silent for ever, having spoken once, doing daily homage to her innocence and loveliness, and reverently sacrificing every day for her the very love whereby he lived; the other, loving in her the wife, the mother of his sons, the source of all the glorious happiness that had come upon his early manhood in such an abundant measure, the woman who had saved him, the woman he adored, the woman who was his, as he was hers.
Neither had known before how great and good she was, and from this day neither would ever forget one shade of the goodness and the greatness she had revealed to both. A baser man than Rex would have suffered and would have foreseen suffering throughout his coming days, in dwelling beside the woman who could not be his.