Journey of life

What a journey is the journey of life sometimes it is long, as far as the journey of I to my higher self, sometimes as close as a trip from the earth to the moon. The moon that is right there in the sky and we see it almost every night, we can calculate how far it is and we can spend days and night to build the right machinery to go there. And the far journy to the higher self, no destination, no end, as endless as when I stare at the spirit of a flower, as deep as the potency of a drop from the ocean. In the drop I found the ocean, yet the ocean is ocean, the drop just a drop. But as the poet said when the drop joins the ocean it looses the self, it joins the higher self, it becomes one with it.

Are we not all drops of humanity, isn’t there one soul, one spirit and we are just drops, unique pieces of a higher Self, higher Being, the Spirit of love.

Do you have a list of good and bad people?

 

Have you got any unfinished business going on in your life? And by that I mean a relatinship which has remained unresolved, or at least one of the parties feels it was left unresolved?

What steps would you take to resolve it? Or, have you ignored it for so long and you think it is not worth digging in anymore?Do you beleive that tests of life will be repeated until we get it? In another word we keep bumping into the same people when it comes to relationship, be it men or women, until we finally get what is needed to be healed in ourselves? 

Don’t you hate it when you meet people who irritate you or, are unfair to you? Don’t you feel like they didn’t really get to know the reality of who you are?

What is your reality? Who are you really? Do you know how you want to be known? Or you let people judge you based on your reactions? Are you your reactions? How about when you were proacting? Wasn’t that a part of you too? Haven’t you been misjudged then if people only stamped you based on a single reaction?

It is sometimes challenging to be fair in our approach towards each other. We can be hard on each other and probably it originates from the way we see ourselves, the high expectation we have from oursleves, the perfection that doesn’t exists. We so wish we could be perfect and it is so frustrating not to be, that the mere observation of it in others can just blow our mind and nerves. How can someone be such a childish man or woman : ) How? Well just like I am so childish sometimes :) and maybe it is ok. Maybe I can start being forgiving towards myself and consquently forgiving towards others. 

Maybe we don’t need to have a list of good and bad people in our mind. Maybe we should keep people in our hearts rather than our mind, because mind is rational, judgmental and sometimes cruel. Heart is unreasonable, forgiving,  and compassionate.

Do you approve people with your mind or your heart?

If you had the magic stick what would you do?

 

If you had the Magic stick what would you do?

What if life is really a domino effect and you or I are the one move? What if our little act is „it”?

Not long ago when I was a child I was watching a black and white movie on TV, it must have been early 70s, a man was watching one of those old televisions and all of a sudden someone from the movie started talking to him and despite his unbelief he responded and literally stepped into the television and eneded up in the program. It all happend in few minutes just like a miracle. I never forget how astonished I was with all that.

Today this is an ordinary thing when we think about interactive TV shows or popular morning shows on private TV channels.

What I want to say is that someone dared to think and create that old movie I saw, he/she did or didn't have the vision but dared to dream and be creative. Now what is it I and you want to create?

I had a patient  yesterday in my office who was a mother of a young girl, she had herself stopped taking contraceptive pills because she was told they were not good, but she asked what would I suggest for her daughter who would soon be 16 year old.

I recalled what I had studied in medical school that 90% of  hepatoma (benign tumors of liver) occure amongst women who take contraceptives. Also how  the artificial hormones are  affecting the normal flora in the intestines and consequently increasing the growth of fungus in the body... and I also recalled I had taken contraceptives myself for a short while after I had been married... she agreed with the science but asked what is the alternative? And I said education, abstinence! Tell your daughter sex is for grown ups.Instead we can educate them about the importance of simple and basic things in life, like softness of a touch, taste of an apple, reflection in life, identifying quaities in  oneself  and others and maybe connecting with people, with men, at different levels.... well I managed to make the lady cry, and she said she was touched I didn't ask which part of what I had said because I thought I was being logical : )

After she left I didn’t have time to reflect but later in the evening I did. I live in a country where people are very honest, this allows me to be myself, I am Iranian, everytime I was honest I end up being interrogated with the revolutionary guards. Here I can be creative in my profession I can practice the theory that education and creating enthusiasm for health is a part of medical profession. 

Women can take contraceptives, so did I in a committed realtionship, however we should have the knowledge and make a choice and not to take it so easy. Whenever I ask young ladies in my practice whether they are on any medication they say no, and when I ask how about anti-baby pills? They say oh yes that I take! If that is not a chemical medication I wonder what is?

Now getting back to my original thought and question that brought me here:

"if you had the magic stick what would you do?"

I want to say I would end all the wars, but what if the wars start again because of lack of knowledge and understanding? What if it all starts again because of love for fake power?And I only had one magic move!!!

What would you do if you had the magic stick?

Do you greet yourself?

 I woke up and read my messages, answered some, made appointments, canceled appointments, participated in discussions on social media,read something,” like-ed” something, even shared some stuf, and all that while I was still in bed, early morning, as early as  still dark in Oslo.

 My bed is comfortable, white and so welcoming. My feeling was „stay a little longer”. I then thought about my work and felt energized and jump out of bed. I looked at my hair in the mirror. Every morning I do that, checking whether I look like a lion or is it ok : ) then I look into the depth of my own eyes and say to myself „good morning little Pari”.

Some mornings I forget to greet myself, maybe those are the mornings my body is confused and unrested, maybe my thoughts are disturbed because my heart had been expectant the night before. Maybe I forgot I exist beyond this body.

Today the bulb broke in my bathroom, I looked at it and smiled, it is so high and I can’t change that, and the ladder I have is a little one. A tall friend will come handy. I brought a bedside lamp in the bathroom the light of which has made the bathroom very romantic. In this dim light one looks different....so different I heard myself saying ”how ’ you doin?” as Joey used to say in „Friends” :)

I like the proper light because it shows all the realities and when you greet yourself or other people, you know who you are greeting. When winter comes and Norway gets really dark....people hide in their hoods, I do too. We hardly see the realities, we lit candles in our homes and that dim light is beautiful,everyone seems different in that light...so beautifully different.

Those mornings I remember to greet myself, when I look into the depth of my eyes and I almost see my own soul, I greet people differently. It is as if when I connect to my own soul, I can connect to theirs too. And the days I don’t look into my own soul, I look for shortcuts and back doors! Everything becomes invisible when I am invisible to myself. Then I start labeling myself, I am angry, I am shy, I am irritated, I am a woman PMS-ing, I am a man in my cave, I have pain, someone has died, someone has left me...whereas the truth is...I forgot to look into my own eyes this morning and greet my own soul... I left me...I forgot me, and that „me” is in pain, still alive,beyond the body, still connected to the source of all love and powers of the universe, waiting for the little Pari, little you, to connect to it.

Have you looked at your own eyes in the mirror and said ”Good morning” to your soul?