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?

 

 

Do you have faith in your own lies to yourself?

 

Do you always tell the truth to yourself? Do you lie to yourself? How often do you do that? Or maybe you never do that and you thought how can one lie to oneself?

Few years ago I was attending and, later tutoring a course, and one of the questions in the begining of the curriculum was ”can one lie to oneself?”

Indeed the nature of the material on that course was to raise awarness, create healthy discussions and understanding amongst the participants and I must say I learned a lot from the diverse answers and comments everyone gave and I still do when I tutor one of these courses, but to myself, at the very first time, it felt like it lightened up a whole area in my brain and of course that area went dark again : )

 I believe I do lie to myself and no matter how much I want to get rid of it, I find myself trapped into that darkness.

I find myself saying I beleive in the Oneness of Mankind when that part of mankind who are wondering in the streets of Oslo begging bothers me so much. 

I look in the mirror and see the wrinkles around my eyes and mouth , I sadly hear myself saying ” I should do something about that” when  originally  I beleive in the power of laughter and practically I know wrinkles are the foot print of laughters, at least in my life!

I say I have intolerant to milk when no test on earth can proove that and I know deep down I have problem with my mother and I am so tired to work on that I rather skip the milk.

I say ” it is ok, take care!” to a man who has broken my heart when I want to scream so loudly until God, love and universe will hear me and not give me the same guy over and over again.

I hear the news about lack of water in some parts of the world poor economical situations, war, racial prejudice and I whisper in my inner being „ we don’t have this problem in Norway” where deep down I know it is one earth and those who have those problems sooner or later will find their way to the streets of Oslo.

I find myself in the dark over and over again.

What lies do you say to yourself? Do you dare to go to that dark area in your head? If you know you lie to yourself, the mere awareness of it, will it make you a more conscious person about your own being? Will it help you to be a more truthful person? 

What will happen if all the people of the earth would be truthful? 

And this was yet another question on the curriculum on that course now that I recall :) 

What would happen if all the people of the earth would be truthful? 

Does this question navigate you to the bright side of your brain? It will if you are an optimistic person. If you are realistic you will think „ but how can that be possible”? What about the politicians? what about the lawyers? hehehe!

Are you a politician or a lawyer? Probably not! What if I decide to be truthful to myself? I haven’t even started with you : ) and I know that is none of my business. 

The thing is, only when I start ”doing” what I am ”being” that hope is created and faith is established in me.

”By Faith it is meant conscious knwoledge and the practice of good deeds”

 

Hell is cold in Oslo

The sun is shining over Olso and it is beautiful. If I were to follow Eckard Tolle’s suggestion of staying in „Now” and, I must admit  I am doing that right now, I probably will end up soaked in the rain a little later! The thing is when the sun shines in Oslo it is so special you would think it stays forever, the way it caresses your skin is so soft it simply takes you away even beyond „now” to the eternity.But then a simple white innocent cloud covering the sun brings you back to the” hell” which by the way is awefully „chilly” in Oslo.

Yes, you live in a cold hell and  a warm heaven a thousand times a day and that, hasn’t made these people moody! Only those who are in their menopause, PMS-ing, suffering from eating disoerders,drug addicts, people suffering from fibromyalgia,arthritis, thyroid illnesses, skin problems...all for a valid reason of course says I who is a woman and a  doctor and really feels for her patients.

These people are calm, when you stop them in the street to ask for a direction they give you a friendly smile, maybe because they see I am lost with my google map in my hand. Hmmm...now that I am writing about it...maybe they are actually finding it quite amusing.

The truth is I am one of those who has not much sense for orientation. It used to bother me and make me a bit anxious but now I joke about it. It seems to me that ever since I take my shortcomings easier and more with humor, I accept myself more fully... just the way I am. This doesn’t mean there is no place for development, but being critical and over analytical about everything in life is definitly the way towards depression and it happens so smoothly just like the way that innocent white cloud comes and covers the sun!All of a sudden you feel your life is all cloudy, chilly and depressing,you remeber the pain, it all aches, you forget there was a sun, there is a sun, shining right there and has only been covered temporarily with thoughts or just a though, fear of being left alone, maybe abandonment?

 Now you have probably heard about the average of 70,000 thoughts crossing our mind every day, I am not sure where does that come from I have not found the real source as yet, I just know there are so many thoughts, or better say so many clouds hah!?

The sun as perfect, warm,shiny and beautiful as it is,if I get too close to it, it will burn me, yet closer and it will consume me. Does that make the sun imperfect? Does that make me weak because I can’t stand too much intimacy with the sun? Is this about learning my boundaries and limitations? Is there any truth in this about being self-protective yet enjoying the sun from a distance?

I guess I have got carried away by the power of now : ) however, I have come to realize that external influences are immense on us and there are many thoughts that cross our mind, yet it is our choice to grab one, ponder upon it and to let go of another. Do I want to keep thinking about what I didn’t get? Wouldn’t that frustrate me?

 The good news is even behind that innocent white cloud that can sometimes get angry, dark and, grumpy you know the sun is still shining. Clouds will pass, just sit and observe for a short while and then start ”doing”!

Are you nr 1 in your relationship?

Have you ever felt you were number 2 in a relationship in which the other party was number 1 priority for you? Have you felt you had been number 2 in your family for lets say your parents when they had prefered your other sibling to you? How did that make you feel?

Have you been a daughter to a mother who wanted to have a son? Or are you a son to a mother who wanted to just have a little doll? Did she dressed you up as a girl? If only she knew what an impact this will have on your identity....

Have you been competetive in your life? Or, totally the opposite, at least thats what you think you are?

Did your parent want you to be the best at school so as they could brag about you? Was this a cover up for their unhappy marriage? Or were „you” their „goal” and your achievment was their pride?

Did your parent say they worry about you when they didn’t know what to do with their own stress? Didn’t you hate that? Are you not calling your boyfriend when you don’t hear from him because you worry??

Do you not feel integrated in the country you live? How about your work place? Do you belong anywhere at all? When was it that you felt you belonged to a place or situation? Do you suffer from some kind of thyroid problem?

When was the last time you got a good hug from someone you loved, from someone who loved you back?

Do you want to stop the pattern of being always number 2 in this life? What prevents you from doing that? You? Yourself? How does it feel to be nr 1 in a relationship?

Do you want to stop calling your boyfriend when he doesn’t send any sign from himself or do you want to maybe believe that your parents called you because they cared?

Do you want to belong? Or do you want to always live as an outsider in your family, with your in laws, at your workplace, in the country you live or in the community you have a membership? Is feeling of belonging a choice? Who has chosen that for you? Do you want to start making choices for yourself? Are you ready to take responsiblity in life regardless of whatever has happend in your childhood?Do you want to turn back and look into the mirror and this time see yourself for who you really are?

Do you fancy Comedians?

Do you go to comedy shows?Do you like one man shows? Do you know Peter Russell?Max Amini, Maz Jobrani, Omid djalili? Is it only me whose mind went away for a second to Bill Cosby? Do you also not know where to put him in the box of your laughters?

I went to Max Amini’s show recently in Latter (Oslo). He rocked! Unfortunately I had to run home so he didn’t get the chance to take a picture with me : ) but I laughed so much my facial muscles are still thanking me for going to that show. 

Ever since his show I have been thinking what makes a comedian popular? Is it only their jokes that are funny? Is it their connections, their smart managers, or they have lots of money for their own publicity? 

Many of their audiences really only laugh at their jokes without knowing what’s behind them, but the truth is they point out whole lot of social issues in their shows, and that reveals how intelligent they are beside being so funny. Max Amini clotheth whole lot of social matters with humor such as  racism and abuse of social benefits by the immigrants in Norway. He also encouraged inter-cultural marriages so much that I came to believe he is one big Matchmaker! : ) Why did he not turn on his own tinder in Norway, why why why?

Well I have come to believe that either these one man show comedians work hard behind the scene to prepare a show or they are simply geniuses, which in the second case I hate them...LOL

If there was a comedy show in this city in the languages I knew I would definitely go once a week because my facial muscles are so happy after that workout. And my heart, at awe, one more time, to the performers. Max Amini come back to Oslo...you forgot to take a selfie with me.

 

Have you ever touched a lavender bush?

Have you ever touched a lavender bush? Try it! The fragrance remains in your hand for few seconds, the effect of which on your olfactory nerve may feel like eternity.

Yes if you want to know that is how I think of eternity... A rich moment and staying in that moment is a glimpse of how eternity may really be.

I hope your day will be full of eternal moments. 

I decided to keep a lavender pot -which actually should be in a garden- in my room, I have promised her I will open the window everyday for her... Yes in cold Norway :) and she is free to fly out anytime she decides to do so. 

She is free!

And I read this quote to her from Abdu'l-Baha,

" When one is released from the prison of self, that is indeed release, for that is the greater prison."

Not sure if she got it but I feel deep down that whatever we do or say has an effect on our surroundings. Don't you think so?