I have written so much about programming, conditioning, brain washing and the like and through the aforesaid there arises from it expectations; some may have pressure to live up to those expectations such as success in the commercial world, political achievements, scientific accolades, religious and spiritual notoriety, a sporting personality and of course a wonderful marriage and children and a multitude of successes and achievements. To most in the world's population success especially in the eyes others is the height of one's life and the go to for happiness and even a quiet contemplative life of the laity and clergy as say distinct from tramps, hermits and off grid folk.
However I have never lived up to my families expectations or those of friends and relationships or girlfriend, wife or partner and have always been regarded as odd, eccentric and to many a failure in the world's standards and norms, whatever they are supposed to be.
I have even not lived up to my own former fantasies, endeavours, wishes and really have never fulfilled anything I set out to do in the world. The NDE in 1942 set me aside from any worldly endeavour as I was keen to see what it was and knew instinctively it was not of this world, I was beset by ill health up to the age of thirteen and a weakly child and not robust, not even now at 81 yrs of age. So to many I failed and to myself at times. I was a great pretender and yet could not live up to that pretence.
Not to say I was a liar and deceitful but just not could fulfil wordily goals and pursuits. One could look at all the workshops and travels, the patients, the electrician and then the forensics then the failed relationships and family estrangement and this seemed a doomed sorry unfulfilled life. For even the workshops, the travels in Europe and Canada, four years spent in sabbaticals (some unpaid) there was this nagging feeling this is not it.
It wasn't to be, I was forced through severe illness in 2000 until 2002 that I realised that all these failures were giving me a message, these so called failures were driving me to realise that the world and its achievements regarding success were not for me as in SHACK 781 they would have been my 'hook' these perceived failures were my blessing, they were pushing me to realise my identity of no identity and were driving me towards being an 'unhooked being' so to speak. Had I have been 'successful' in any of the above worldly (may I say that being successful in wordily achievements maybe for many their destiny and karma) achievements I would have then been hooked and might have been grounded in a reality that appeared permanent and solid but for this life it was not in destiny and karma to be so.
Not to say I was a liar and deceitful but just not could fulfil wordily goals and pursuits. One could look at all the workshops and travels, the patients, the electrician and then the forensics then the failed relationships and family estrangement and this seemed a doomed sorry unfulfilled life. For even the workshops, the travels in Europe and Canada, four years spent in sabbaticals (some unpaid) there was this nagging feeling this is not it.
It wasn't to be, I was forced through severe illness in 2000 until 2002 that I realised that all these failures were giving me a message, these so called failures were driving me to realise that the world and its achievements regarding success were not for me as in SHACK 781 they would have been my 'hook' these perceived failures were my blessing, they were pushing me to realise my identity of no identity and were driving me towards being an 'unhooked being' so to speak. Had I have been 'successful' in any of the above worldly (may I say that being successful in wordily achievements maybe for many their destiny and karma) achievements I would have then been hooked and might have been grounded in a reality that appeared permanent and solid but for this life it was not in destiny and karma to be so.
SHACK
The unseen hand has its own way in the lives of humans and moves in mysterious ways. SHACK
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