neurorgasm

Have you ever had a neurogasm? ... and I am not talking about the drinks that hit the market a few years ago. Actually, I don't even think that neurogasm is a technical term, but it is the best word I can come up with the describe some of my experience over the weekend.

I spent a large portion of the weekend in meditation learning new techniques to activate different centres of the brain, and energy centres in the body. Although the experience could be relegated to the realms of mysticism and easily discounted, once we begin to learn the physiological, anatomical, chemical, and neurological aspects of what is taking place the innate potential that resides in each of us becomes even more fascinating. We are universes unto ourselves.

Modern science is starting to catch up with the wisdom of the ancients. However, we also live in an age of large pharmaceutical companies whose best interests are not served by the growing body of evidence that we have the capacity and potential to heal ourselves without drug intervention. We also live in an age of uncontrollable drug (prescribed and illicit) usage - it seems that a large percentage of us a looking for a way to alleviate the stress and disconnection we feel in our lives, and to alter our state of being by injecting, inhaling or swallowing. We also live in an age of consumerism, where the social norm is to find the quick fix to our mental, physical, and emotional issues without having to actually do the inner work. So as much as we are discovering the science of how amazing we are, we are living in an environmental context filled with subliminal messages conditioning us to believe that we do not have this innate potential.

If you have forgotten how amazing you are, watch this video. The miracle is you. And to quote Kute Blackson,

"There are universes dancing inside your body

There are sunsets shining in your heart

There are symphonies playing in your toes

River of blood effortlessly flows

There is a full moon beaming in you belly button

There is a cold breeze blowing in your lungs

A gentle rain that falls from your eyes

There is an army of love in every step

Listen to the music deep inside.

Just listen

Realise, visualise it is all inside

If you ever forget, just close your eyes"

P.S. Oh ... and if you are wondering what a neurorgasm feels like ... well it is a very intimate affair with one's inner self - you lose the constructs of time, space, and place and your mind opens to possibilities.

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Flying Solo Tip 067365 : Unleash your potential, not by searching out there, but by travelling within.

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honourable men

Fathers Day ... My dad is one of those rare breed of men - an honourable man, salt of the earth. He has taught me so much, not through words, or by telling me what to do or how to live my life but by example.

One of my favourite childhood memories is of me trying to literally follow in the steps of my father as we would walk around the farm, to stride his stride. One of his favourite songs at the time was "These boots were made for walking". I was too young at the time to pay attention to all the lyrics, but I would have that song playing in my head as I would walk behind him.

He taught me compassion. In the early 70's we experienced a horrendous drought, and living on a farm was tough. The cattle were starving - merely skin and bones. We had little to no money and could not afford to buy them feed. I remember one time going with my bad up into the paddock. He had to shoot some of the cows to put them out of their misery. Although he turned away from me, I saw him wipe the tear from his eyes.

He taught me generosity. He is the type of man who will help anyone in need, but asks little of others.

He taught me the value of hard work, to do whatever needs to be done and to take pride in the work that you do.

He taught me resilience, to never lie down without a fight. To live not by blaming the world or others, but by digging deep inside to find your own inner resources to get through the situation with little or no complaint.

He taught me tolerance and patience. He is the kind of person that can talk to anyone and he enjoys sharing a good yarn; but for the most part keeps his opinions and emotions to himself. He will patiently share his knowledge with others so they can learn through practical experience.

He is an uneducated man with little formal schooling. Although I had a passion for school and have a number of degrees, I never associated the "formal education" as a sign of intelligence because although my dad could not read or write, he is a man of wicked intelligence. One of my favourite stories of his youth was when a teacher asked him to recite a poem in class. My dad got up and proudly recited his poem. "The Three Wells." .... "Well, Well, Well". He got a caning and was sent home. He learned how to navigate through life without those skills with ingenuity and creativity. Then a couple of years ago, he did the most amazing thing - he started to teach himself to read. He has become an avid reader. In doing so, he has taught me that we are never, ever too old to learn.

The mark of a man (or woman) is not the possessions you own or the clothes you wear, the size of your bank account, the education you have or what you say. The true measure of a man (or woman) is the way in which you live your life and how you inspire through action.

Pa ... thank you for a life time of inspiration. I love you and have been blessed to have you as my father.

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Flying Solo 066365 : Inspire through action.

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unknown

I am energised when I listen to people speak of possibilities. Today was all about possibilities. The possibilities of re-organising our neurology, our chemistry, our physiology, our lives.

To access the infinite possibilities that are innate inside of each of us, we need to step into the unknown. When we want to bring the familiar or certainty into our lives, we are operating from the knowledge of past experience, syphoning off our creative energy and reinforcing the emotional patterns of the past that bind us to preconceived attitudes and behaviours. From this place and space nothing changes. However, by creating space in our lives for the unknown, it is here that possibilities present themselves to us. It is from here that our innate ability to create comes alive.

Where we place our attention is where our energy goes. If we are unaware of where our attention is and operate on auto pilot, we are allowing our addictions to certain emotions and states of being to control our lives. Did you know that most of us, most of the time are living in states of stress? For most of us we are not even aware of our addiction to stress - or to be more specific the addiction to the chemicals that are created in our brain when we are feel stress. I have written before about stress and the impact it can have on our lives, our health, our thinking, on how we consume energy to keep surviving, on our attention. When we are feeling stress, we go into survival mode. Our attention narrows to the external environment to locate the perceived threat. This is part of our genetic history and evolution. In this state however we are unable to conceive of possibilities and to broaden our attention or to engage the higher functions of our brain effectively.

From experience, I know that if we live in a state of chronic stress for an extended period of time, that feeling of stress can start to feel "normal" and we are not even aware that we are stressed. In my corporate life, I would proudly say that I "loved" stress - and I did. In truth I was addicted to all those chemicals the brain produced when under stress. Like any addict, I needed more and more and more. So I chose more stressful jobs and environments to get that rush. I started to create attitudes and beliefs about myself that the only way I could operate and function was if I was under extreme pressure and extreme stress.

I remember early in my career, one specific event where my manager at the time called me into a meeting room to have a chat with me. I had been doing such amazing work and coping with extreme workloads, I thought "Ah my efforts are going to be recognised! Maybe I am going to get a promotion." I went into the meeting with high expectations and anticipation. However what my manager said was, "I have just one question for you. Are you on drugs?". I cannot describe the anger and disbelief that coursed through my veins in that moment. I responded in a non lady-like fashion. His response was "The reason why I ask is because nobody can work the way you do, the hours that you do with the intensity that you do unless they were on drugs. Are you sure you are not on drugs?". In retrospect, he was not even aware of how close to the truth he was. If he had been a neuroscientists, he could have become famous for being on the brink of some of the greatest discoveries about the human brain that have taken place over this past decade. I was on drugs - self generated chemicals inside my brain. In retrospect, if I had been wise enough to have heard what he was asking, I could have changed my life in that instant, instead I even worked harder, looked for even greater levels of stress, found ways to feed my addiction that did not rely on the injection illicit drugs or chemicals.

Fast track some 15 plus years and it is no surprise that my state of being of chronic stress became chronic disease presenting as multiple sclerosis. I was simply a ticking time bomb. When we live in extended period of time in imbalance and are completely unaware of how imbalanced our lives have become and simply accept that the feeling we wake up to each morning, and carry through our days and go to sleep with as being normal, at some point in some ways disease will show knock on our door.

One of the greatest miracles that have happened in my life was the morning a neurologist walked into the hospital ward and declared to me that I had MS. To this day, I do not know what inspired me to react to the news in the way that I did. Instinctively I knew I had a choice. I could get angry and upset and reduce my life to the limiting sentence that had been passed; or I could decide to accept and appreciate and with uncompromising belief set about to ensure that I would not be defined by my disease. I immediately created my own Mario and Luigi painters inside my brain that painted and painted over and over again those myelin sheaths in my brain to repair the damage. I have immense gratitude for that moment; the moment when an inspiration greater than me and my circumstances kicked in. I had know idea what I was doing, and it has taken all these years since that day to begin to understand and acquire the knowledge of what actually took place. Being at the conference today has helped me to reaffirm how miraculous we all are; how much that potential is inside each of us to tap into an infinite range of possibilities when we step into the unknown, and decide not to define our future by not analysing or predicting outcomes based on past experience, or known knowledge but by simply getting out of the way and allowing ourselves to create.

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Flying Solo 065365 : The unknown is uncomfortable. The unknown is liberating. It is the source of infinite possibilities.

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