I find that it is important to try to get the most out of life. Some days stay home to relax in my PJs all day and other days to go out for an adventure to where ever that may be. To work and plan ahead for a stable life, and still let it all go to be in the ecstasy of the moment. I have a deep spiritual belief in universe and that all things are connected. I enjoy learning about unusual spiritual beliefs as well as just spacing out in front of video games. Day to day I tend to be down to earth, yet I am a kid at heart who is goofy and silly when given a place to be so. The intimacy of one on one is where I enjoy having great conversations and nonetheless take pleasure in the thrill of being on the dance floor meshed with a sea of bodies.
-Candy Mann
Why the nick name Candy Mann?
Most people have sold stuff in there young life’s for one reasons or other. One of the common reasons is for a school club they belonged too. While I have sold a few different things in my life, this club was selling good old yummy candy. Turns out I wasn’t half bad at selling candy and after I finished selling candy for my club, a friend asked me to sell candy for their club. Before I knew it, there always seemed to be some candy that needed to be sold. People seemed to appreciate the help and I enjoyed feeling helpful. Since I always had candy on me, I was nick named the Candy Mann.
There was once a beloved king whose castle was on a high hill, overlooking his shire. He was so popular that the nearby town people sent him gifts daily, and his birthday celebration was enjoyed through out the kingdom. The people loved him for his renowned wisdom and fair judgments.
One day, tragedy struck the town. The water supply was polluted, and every man, woman, and child went insane. Only the king, who had a private spring, was spared.
Soon after the tragedy, the mad townspeople began speaking of how the king was acting "strangely" and how his judgments were poor and his wisdom a sham. Many even went so far as to say that the king had gone crazy. His popularity soon vanished. No longer did the people bring him gifts or celebrate his birthday.
The lonely king, high on the hill, had no company at all. One day he decided to leave the hill and pay a visit to the town. It was a warm day, and so he drank from the village fountain.
That night there was a great celebration. The people all rejoiced, for their beloved king had "regained his sanity."
The Way of the Peaceful Warrior - Dan Millman
Simplify your Spirituality
All my earthly studies of heaven have led me to the conclusion that heaven is not a complicated realm. Therefore one's personal theology should not be complicated. Seek to believe only what heaven has issued as essential. For example:
-All circumstances can be changed in a moment, and all illness can be healed. The Divine is not limited by human time, space, or physical concerns.
-Be consistent: live what you believe.
-Change is constant. Every life goes through phases of difficult change as well as peace. Learn to go with the flow of change rather than try to stop change from occurring.
-Never look to another person to make you happy -- happiness is an internal, personal attitude and responsibility.
-Life is essentially a learning experience. Every situation, challenge, and relationship contains some message worth learning or teaching to others.
-Positive energy works more effectively than negative energy in each and every situation.
-Live in the present moment, and practice forgiveness of others.
We gain nothing by believing that heaven "thinks and acts" in complex ways. It is far better, and more effective, to learn to think the way heaven does -- in simple and eternal truths.
Anatomy of the Spirit - Caroline Myss, PH.D.
Get Comfortable Not Knowing #76
There once was a village that had among its people a very wise old man. The villagers trusted this man to provide them answers to their questions and concerns.
One day, a farmer from the village went to the wise man and said in a frantic tone, "Wise man, help me. A horrible thing has happened. My ox has died and I have no animal to help me plow my field! Isn't this the worse thing that could have possibly happened?" The wise old man replied, "Maybe so, maybe not." The man hurried back to the village and reported to his neighbors that the wise man had gone mad. Surely this was the worst thing that could have happened. Why couldn't he see this?
The very next day, however, a strong, young horse was seen near the man's farm. Because the man had no ox to rely on, he had the idea to catch the horse to replace his ox - and he did. How joyful the farmer was. Plowing the field had never been easier. He went back to the wise man to apologize. "You were right, wise man. Losing my ox wasn't the worst thing that could have happened. It was a blessing in disguise! I never would have captured my new horse had that no happened. You must agree that this is the best thing that could have happened." The wise man replied once again, "Maybe so, maybe not." Not again, thought the farmer. Surely the wise man had gone mad now.
But, once again, the farmer did not know what was to happen. A few days later the farmer's son was riding the horse and was thrown off. He broke his leg and would not be able to help with the crop. Oh no, thought the man. Now we will starve to death. Once again, the farmer went to the wise man. This time he said, "How did you know that capturing my horse was not a good thing? You were right again. My son is injured and won't be able to help with the crop. This time I'm sure that this is the worse thing that could have possibly happened. You must agree this time." But, just as he had done before, the wise man calmly looked at the farmer and in a compassionate tone replied once again, "Maybe so, maybe not." Enraged that the wise man could be so ignorant, the farmer stormed back to the village.
The next day troops arrived to take every able-bodied man to the war that had just broken out. The farmer's son was the only young man in the village who didn't have to go. He would live, while the others would surely die.
The moral of this story provides a powerful lesson. The truth is, we don't know what's going to happen - we just think we do. Often we make a big deal out of something. We blow up scenarios in our minds about all the terrible things that are going to happen. Most of the time we are wrong. If we keep our cool and stay open to possibilities, we can be reasonably certain that, eventually, all will be well. Remember: maybe so, maybe not.
Don't Sweat the Small Stuff... and it's all small stuff - Richard Carlson, PH.D.