Believing Others Who Cry Wolf or are Wolves in Sheep’s Clothing

Stories that Got Us In the Illusion

 By Cathy Eck

 

Believing Others

When I was fresh out of college, I went to work for Peat, Marwick, & Mitchell, the largest accounting firm in the world.  I chose accounting because my parents thought I should be a secretary or teacher (female jobs); I didn’t like either.  So I choose my major based on my husband’s advice, which was what his brothers thought he should do, which was what his dad thought his brothers should do.  So you see, my choice was based on a long line of people believing others knew best.  I thought they knew what was best for me when they didn’t even know what was best for themselves.

I worked as an auditor looking for fraud.  I didn’t love my job, but I worked with really smart people; and I was damn good.  I was rewarded because thinking out of the box was what brought in clients, uncovered fraud, and earned big fees.  But I wasn’t an auditor at heart because auditors expose problems.  Their business can’t exist without problems and fraud.  So they have no motivation to support a better world where accountants are competent and trustworthy.

I left that job after four years to start a business that fixed the causes of the problems I saw.  Eventually, studying causes led to beliefs…

 

Extreme Believing Others

Yesterday, I watched a television show about apocalyptic beliefs.  The show focused on a popular Christian author, who has written over fifteen fiction books on the apocalypse.  He said he writes to inform people that the end is coming soon, and they need to get saved pronto.

He truly believes he’s doing God’s work.  I felt so much emotion listening to him because everything he said was false.  My emotions were telling me “Don’t believe him,” and I didn’t.  The truth is that he writes from his own beliefs — a fantasy involving compete ruin of the earth and everyone on it except for him and his minions.  Is he the boy who cries wolf or a wolf in sheep’s clothing?   That depends on where we stand as readers.  I think he’s just a guy who believes the voices in his head are God talking.  As they shared the story of his life, it was clear where the voices came from — not God.

I love books because I enjoy reading and learning about people.  I hate them because people read them and believe them without discriminating.  Many authors, like apocalypse man, use the written word to hypnotize others into accepting or supporting beliefs.

In the illusion, humans take beliefs that should simply be entertaining or creative and relabel them truth.  People who read “Harry Potter” don’t usually become magicians.  J.K. Rowling simply wanted to entertain.  But some people have a way of making us believe that their fiction is the truth — often they use fear to do that.  They create stories that get us stuck in the illusion; to get unstuck, we have to see their stories as false.  We must break the hypnosis.

 

Letting Go of My Past

Last night, after watching the apocalypse show, I dreamed that I was back at Peat Marwick, working with the same bright people except we were running a publishing company.  My job was to read books submitted by authors and determine whether they supported the truth or beliefs (false).  I was once again looking for the lies (or fraud) in books.  My career had come full circle.  Of course, I rejected the apocalypse guy’s dream of him being saved while I burned in hell.  But once again, my heart’s desire was to fix the cause and avoid the problem.

At times these believers look mighty powerful; millions of minions believe them completely.  I ain’t got no minions.  But he’s simply a character within my mind; if I see him as powerful, he is.  I can’t change all the books and eliminate the apocalyptic believers, nor do I have to.

On the surface, we look like opponents.  But we both want the same thing — peace on earth.  In his vision, some win and most lose.  In my vision, everybody can let go of their apocalyptic beliefs.  All can win.

It looks like I need him to change his mind.  It appears that I need minions to live my vision, but I don’t.  I only need to let go of his apocalyptic belief within my mind.  I need to discriminate to set myself free — to find my peace on earth.

The ancient masters explained that our minds were not meant to be interconnected.  We all create our lives through the beliefs we hold within our mind; and we can change our fate by simply letting go of the beliefs that are not useful.  Nothing is predetermined in the true world.

 

Discrimination

As a young adult, I believed those who were older and wiser.  They were older, but they weren’t wiser.  They simply gave me their best answer based on the sum total of their beliefs (their illusion).  I can’t fault them for what they gave me; I can only fault myself for believing them.  I fell into their beliefs because I thought that others knew the truth when they only knew their beliefs.  The first beliefs that most of us install as children come from our parents:

“If it happened to them, it can happen to me.”  

“I don’t have the answer.”  

These are good beliefs to let go; they don’t serve us.  The apocalypse guy simply writes from his beliefs, his illusion.  If we recognize that, we can enjoy a good read.  Drama was created thousands of years ago to entertain.  But if we hold it as the truth, then we might get to live it — like it or not.

 

Have opinions or ideas, not beliefs!

 

Ending the Fighting, Living from Win-Win

Change our mind Change the World

By Cathy Eck

 

Fighting Versus Win-Win

In the path of initiation, our mind unravels in three levels of reality.  The first level disappears when our personal reality shifts, and we are left with an understanding of who we are and where we fit in the world.  The second level involves our relationship to others, and the third involves our relationship to the world.  This second-level event in my life didn’t make any sense when it happened in the early 90’s, and it was profoundly embarrassing.  Now I look back and just smile.

Until 1997, I owned a technology business.  My company was hired by a nonprofit organization, run by several retired generals, to design and implement a new membership and accounting system.   I partnered with another company owned by my friend Barry, who happened to be Middle Eastern.  Barry and I completed many projects together; this would be easy for us.

Within a few weeks of implementation, Barry and I noticed some things that the generals didn’t consider.  We saw opportunities to improve their system by upgrading things and shifting the paper flow.  So we went to meet with the generals.  Barry explained the situation, but clearly their bias toward his nationality and accent started to kick in.  They got very angry with him.

 

The Feminine Speaks

I had no idea what came over me, but I started to cry.  This was not what a professional did.  I tried to mask the tears by pretending to rub my eyes, only causing mascara to smear on my face and make things worse.  One general looked at me and said, “Something wrong?” in a general-like voice.

I cut loose.  “We came here to tell you how we could make your system better.  We are offering to do more work for the same money, giving you more than you asked for.  All you can hear is that we want an extra week to do it.  You act like you’re fighting a war when we’re on the same fucking team.  I just don’t know if I can work with assholes like you.  Life works better when you don’t perceive everyone as the enemy to be defeated.  But how would you know that?”  I fully expected that they would fire me and ask for their deposit to be returned.  But I didn’t care.  Barry was my friend and partner; and I had his back.

The head general looked at the others and said, “She’s right.  We do approach everything in this stupid organization like we’re at war.  Quite frankly, I’m sick of it too.  We can’t even recognize when someone is doing us a favor.”  He looked at me and said, “I’m so sorry; take as long as you need.”  We proceeded with the job and everything was perfect after that.

The next week, the general took me to lunch.  He said that he didn’t know how to thank me.  I had broken his military mindset; he felt human again.  He winked and said his wife adored the new man he’d become.  We remained friends until I moved away.  He sent me tons of business and became one of my biggest supporters.

 

The Power of Win-Win

What happened that day looked like pure magic.  But it’s boilerplate for how our emotions are designed to work.  When the generals started behaving from win-lose, I showed emotion.  They played the fallen masculine, and I played the feminine reflection.  When the general got the message and moved to win-win, the emotions stopped; and we easily came to a perfect resolution.

I didn’t consciously know what I was doing at the time; but some part of me did.  It is the template for the perfect male-female win-win relationship in the outer world and the perfect male-female mind relationship in the inner world (the alchemical marriage).

 

Emotions Lead to The Causal Belief

Once I accepted win-win as my new way of living, I discovered the power of emotions and how they could lead us to our beliefs.  I eventually learned how to let go of our beliefs and remain in win-win.

Not everyone was like my general friend.  Most people wanted to hold on to the fight and continue to go for the win.  But as I cleared more and more of my own win-lose mindset, they’d usually go fight with someone else.

After that day, giving in to win-lose interactions felt horrible.  The other person wanted win-win too, but they didn’t know it.  So even when they won our win-lose conflict, they fought more.  Win-lose is the root of all addictions and problems.  The more you chip away at the pile of bullshit that forms it, the less you want to play the games.

 

Tragedies are Caused by Win-Lose

People create tragedies just to experience win-win. The initiated said that we lose our power over nature and she screams when we forgot that we were born to cooperate.  As above, so below means that the world works the same way the mind works.  Win-win minds will one day manifest a win-win world.

Terrorism, shootings, bombings are all caused by win-lose belief systems perpetuated by religion and politics.  When something horrible happens, people stop competing and cooperate for the greater good.  But then life goes back to normal and they bring out the gloves.  The cycle perpetuates because the cause (the win-lose mindset) is never fixed.

I’m no longer interested in honoring those who ban together in a tragedy or fight well in a war.  They aren’t heroes; they are looking for relief from their suffering.

I’m interested in the man or woman who chooses win-win to avoid the tragedy, before they have something to gain, just like my general friend.  His medal of honor in Vietnam was worthless in his daily life.  He became a true hero when he quit fighting wars and found the magic of win-win.  He got the highest reward in life; he found his True Self.

 

Is end of war possible?  I think so.

 

 

 

Fighting, Manipulation, or Letting Go

Fighting-Manipulation-Letting Go

By Cathy Eck

 

Great Lessons in Simple Events

A few days ago, I faced a simple but meaningful challenge.  Returning to my condo, I noticed two Jehovah Witnesses reading the Bible to my neighbor.  They saw me, and I could almost hear them say, “There’s our next target.”

I went into my condo and started to think about what I might do with these two young men.  Certainly anything out of my mouth would rock their world.  But I really wanted to avoid their manipulation.

I actually have no problem with religion as part of the illusion.  I have a problem with people calling it the truth.  Everyone has the right to choose as much or as little religion, politics, and education as they want.  Sadly, without the ability to let go; these choices have always been permanent.  Once programmed, you couldn’t escape the false self’s grip.

I suspect the idea of selling religion with manipulation came from the notion that there’s power in numbers, which is the reality in the false world.  If you want your religion to be the One, you need followers.

I could hear the young men reading verse after verse.  So I thought, “What do I know about them?”  Ah, I know they are highly obedient.  So I put a sign on my door, “Do not disturb.”  They came up to the door and obediently walked away.  Problem solved, and conflict avoided.

 

The Art of Manipulation

There was more to let go because they did come to my door so I’m equally responsible.  I recognize a little, “Oh shit” pass through my mind as I saw my neighbor’s eyes meet mine in a plea for help.  I could have let that go, and yet it never occurred to me.  My True Self backed away because I needed to see the deeper issue.

I followed my feelings back to my former marriage.  My husband had rigid views of life that didn’t work for me.  He couldn’t see that his views were beliefs because they sounded true in his mind.

I realized that early in our marriage, he became as transparent to me as the Jehovah Witness boys; and I could have used manipulation to control him.  But I never did.  I had the winning card, but chose not to play it.  Manipulation requires grabbing the masculine role, and giving the opponent a taste of the feminine.  I’d watched other women do that.  When they didn’t manipulate, they got bitchy.   Those were the two options available in my memory; and I avoided both to the point of exhaustion.

 

Fighting Back or Manipulation

When the Jehovah Witnesses presented me with these familiar options, I could see clearly what I could not see earlier in life.  I was always trying to please my husband’s false mind and not rock his world.  But that meant I had to honor his beliefs, and honoring his beliefs degraded my life experience.

His beliefs worked fine in the illusion, because he didn’t acknowledge that his mind had power (his True Self was buried in beliefs); but I know my thoughts count.  If I listen to beliefs and act like I believe them, my body will be screaming with emotion for weeks.  If you step into the illusion, you need to have your game face on.

 

The Manipulation Game

The illusion was devised as a game.  Granted the rules were top-heavy, but it was still invented using gaming strategy.  If these young men were at my door, then I had the right to use my best gaming strategy, and I did without realizing it.  Likewise, my husband’s moral code and nice guy personality was simply his gaming strategy, and he fully deserved to be manipulated or bitched at.

I played games in business like a pro, but I didn’t want to game full-time.   I truly desired real love.  I knew deep in my heart that you don’t play games with those you love except for mutual entertainment.  I wanted my home to be a place where my True Self felt welcome, where unconditional love was the norm.  I didn’t want to live in a boxing ring playing match after match.  Gaming is fine, but it isn’t love.  The illusion is fine as long as you don’t confuse it with the truth.

 

This Old MAN

In order to gain a power advantage, ancient leaders would take a game and relabel it something else.  This is now considered normal, and people don’t even notice.  Sex, romance, and caretaking are all relabeled love; when they aren’t.  They are sex, romance, and caretaking.  Religions are relabeled spiritual, but spirituality is void of beliefs and religion is ripe with them.  Slavery for the MAN is relabeled virtuous hard work.  Killing for the MAN is relabeled patriotism and heroism.

We will never beat another at their own game if we think they are spiritual or loving or virtuous heroes.  We’ll submit effortlessly.  But if we take off the blinders and see that they’re asking us to play their game, we can play to win or deny the request.  We won’t feel guilt or shame for beating their asses.  Gaming is only fun when everyone has the same rules.

My Jehovah Witness experience was simple, harmless, and packed with insight.  In the true world, there are no games.  Living in this world requires us to undo our level confusion.  We can’t confuse the true world with the false one because the rules are 180 degrees apart.  If we keep them separate and know where we are in any moment, we can allow both worlds to coexist while keeping ourself safe and sane.  When we dip into the illusion, it’s time to play to win.  When we finish, we need to shake off the illusion and relax in peace and love.

 

The Good Shadow of Bad Pirates” was one of my most popular talks on the cruise ships, but maybe that was because Johnny Depp is so damn cute.  

Repetition: The False Self’s Drug of Choice

Fractal collage of nature

By Cathy Eck

 

The Drug of Repetition

The drug of repetition is painfully obvious during the holiday season.  The television stations play the same programs.  The radios play the same songs.  People pull out the same decorations that they carefully stored away last year.  They attend the same events and services with the same family members.  They tell the same lies to their children.  We call this tradition; but it is really fast food for the false self.

The false self loves routine and repetition — it resists change.  Our false mind works exactly like a computer, operating from memorized commands.  Unless you delete the programs, you get the same output.

Now don’t get me wrong.  Repetition isn’t necessarily bad or evil; it can be useful.  I’m glad that buses follow a repetitive pattern; it makes them easier to find.  But buses weren’t born to create.  Humans were!

 

The Neighborhood of Make Believe

As children, we’re all loaded on the trolley to Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood of Make Believe.  Mr. Rogers taught us that people are predictable machines.  He changed his shoes and hung up his sweater in the same way everyday.  He repeated the same horrible songs.  He talked in a monotone, and never displayed emotion.

The Neighborhood of Make Believe was his projected world.  True Selves create; false selves imagine and project.  His world was presented as creative because things happen in make-believe that don’t happen in the real world, like talking animals and trolleys.  Yipee!

Mr. Rogers was simply projecting his own personality and issues on to outer characters so that he could stay calm and collected on the surface.  He could be good because the bad was out there, in make-believe.  Watching him, we were programmed to accept this sort of mind game as normal.

Mr. Roger’s characters don’t get along; and the king can be a royal asshole.  But Mr. Rogers is perfect, like God.  In Make Believe, we see the shadow of Mr. Roger’s mind; and like all good men, after Make Believe time, he gives us a moral lesson based on the bad behaviors of his characters.  It is the bullshit that is as old as the sands of time.

 

I Want My Fucking Dream Back

In the newly civilized world, the Lord’s (or King’s) dream became everyone’s dream.  The leaders wrote the myths, they turned off the people’s desires with beliefs, and they created reasons for the humans to serve them.

Much like today, these false leaders were the least creative men alive.  Their True Selves had big dreams, and their false selves had big limitations.  But they had strong wills and dangerously wicked power of influence.  Today these types of men run our countries, religions, businesses, and households.  We’re trained to believe they’re good; we don’t see that they are actually machines that look good and feel bad, creating confusion for those who still have feelings and emotions.

My husband was in the military for the first couple of years we were married.  For two years, I lived among the lowest forms of life I could imagine.  The soldiers all lacked spirit; they were programmed killing machines.  It showed me what people look like when no True Self remains exposed.  Military people aren’t heroes; they’re brainwashed actors playing roles in their leader’s drama.  War happens when people make beliefs more important than the truth (when they create Neighborhoods of Make Believe).  People who fight in them are the overrated products of false society who will kill their own brothers on command.  They need rehab, not medals of honor.  We don’t see this because we’re programmed too to support the troops.

 

Children and Repetition

Children appear to seek repetition.  But, children mirror their parent’s repetitive beliefs without effort because they’re marinating in the same sauce.  We learn in monkey see, monkey do fashion — memorize and repeat.  Children insert their authority figures’ rule books into their minds and follow them to the letter to avoid punishment.  When someone refuses to do this, they’re labeled bad or crazy.

OCD is the extreme of left-brain repetition.  The victim’s mind repeats the same meaningless instruction over and over.  OCD isn’t a disease; it’s a mind that won’t let go.  Leaders don’t tell us that we can let go because we wouldn’t be obedient slaves.  We’d invent our own fantasies and live our own dreams.  We’d write and direct our own stories instead of being walk-on characters in their drama.

 

Repetition Hits the Wall

Often we reach a point in our life where nothing external makes us happy anymore.  We’re sick of the status quo; tradition makes us vomit, and we find superficial conversations and social protocols intolerable.  Our True Self is screaming to do a U-turn and go back toward freedom.  If we don’t listen to this call, we get sick or die.  Death happens when the false self has snuffed out the last ray of hope for our dreams.  The True Self has no fear, so it simply prefers to start over.  But, it’s never too late.

The rules for moving toward the True Self are 180 degrees from the rules that we consider normal.  But we must watch for traps.  The new age was a big trap.  It  recycled old traditions, practices, and rituals.  Much like that 50’s skirt that looks cool after half a century, the old traditions seemed like radical change.  However, they were updated versions of the same old program, viruses included.

So if traditions and repetition got us into the illusory world, the way out is to break tradition and to shake things up.  We must challenge our thinking and let go of beliefs and limitations.  The outer changes along with the inner.  Simply changing the outer is no change at all; it is another form of deception.  Eventually, our True Self takes back the command; and we see it was all just a Neighborhood of Make Believe.

 

Caught in the trap of friends and family, read crabs in a pot article.

Inspiration vs Motivation: Initiation 102

The further you are from the center, the wilder the ride

By Cathy Eck 

 

Inspiration or Motivation

I became possessed by this topic nearly thirty years ago as a business owner.  Some rare employees loved their work and needed no motivation to do a stellar job.  Most did their jobs well but did better with incentives, and some couldn’t be moved with a forklift.  They were apathetic and had no motivation.  All problems came from the last group.

My curiosity prompted me to  enroll in a Master’s Degree program in Transpersonal Psychology (because I still thought the answers were outside of me).  I wanted to help this last group and eliminate our problems; but I also wanted to make sure that my children fell into the first group.  I realized that those who required no external motivation lived from the inside out — from inspiration.  The inspired ones were the happy ones.

Most of the world lives from the outside in.  Something good happens, and they are happy.  Something bad happens, and they are sad.  They are emotionally tossed about by the world, never able to stay happy for long unless they micro-manage their life.

I first noticed this watching my mother and her supposed love for football.  When her team won, life was good.  When her team lost, I wished I lived on another planet.    As a young child, I couldn’t understand how a football team could affect her moods in such a profound way.  Enjoying football is great; letting football ruin your day or week is insanity.  I wanted my dad to get her therapy, but my dad said she was normal.  “Normal, my ass,”  I thought.  The seed to understand the link between thoughts and emotions was probably planted in my childhood family room.

 

What About Passion?

My mother would have said that she was passionate about football and her team.  She was inspired to watch football, and she almost sounded reasonable.  But I later learned that inspiration doesn’t drag your ass around and make you crazy.

Even the best of psychology looks outside for the cause, so it is doubtful that therapy would have helped my mother.  They would have told her to pick a better team.

If people are out of work, it’s the economy’s fault.  If they are sick, germs, toxins, or an unhealthy lifestyle caused it.  Wars are caused by terrorists.  But the real insanity is that people go to speakers or clergy to get motivated or inspired.  No one says to themselves, “Gee, this might be backwards” because we are trained so well to think this way.  And don’t even get me started on the notion that God is outside of us handing out rewards and punishments like Santa Claus.

We are all born inspired.  Children don’t need motivation to learn to crawl or walk.  Plants don’t need motivation to pop out of the soil.  We are hard-wired for growth and exploration.  Inspiration handles life nicely until humans tell us to do what they want us to do; then we need motivation.  My conclusion, with my third group of apathetic employees was simply that they were in the wrong career.  I did them a favor; I fired them.

 

Initiation Reverses Our Direction

The initiates said that everything has a cause, and the cause is always in our own mind.  Even the person who just cut you off on the freeway couldn’t have done it without a belief in your mind (which might appear to be unconscious) that allowed him or her into your world.  This is why abusers groom their prey; they have to insert a belief in their prey’s mind for the abuse to occur.

There is always a causal belief for anything in our life.  It sounds crazy when you’ve never heard that before, and it is painful to go down this alley because we feel so responsible. We have to remember that we borrowed the beliefs that got us into this mess from others because we came to this earth as innocent children without discrimination. We didn’t do anything wrong.  At the same time, once we know better; we need to reverse the damage.

When I finally understood this, I found it sort of funny because I realized that in the beginning, it must have been extremely hard to get people not to follow their inspiration.  As I’ve worked on my own mind, I’ve seen tricks, traps, and blind spots indicating that our history was filled with instances of the collective false mind nearly losing to the True Self.  So the gamemasters had to install a patch in the software.  They had to invent yet another religion or create a new dictator or rewrite history in some bizzaar way to make sure that we didn’t figure out that we are powerful, unlimited beings who don’t have to do what they want us to do.  The elite, rich, and powerful of the world are nothing without the slaves that do their work for them.  When you realize that, you lose your motivation do serve them.

Quite frankly,  initiation would take an hour or a day if we didn’t have so much training in living from motivation.  Everyone is looking for answers out there, when the answers are inside of them.  It is the ultimate mental trick.  As we let go of beliefs, our focus moves inward to the center where life is calm and consistent.  When a wheel turns, if you are on the rim, you get a wild ride; but if you stand right in the center, you barely move at all.

Thus, initiates were described as calm, peaceful, and wise.  They didn’t display emotions.  But this wasn’t because they had slick poker-faced personalities.  They had no emotions because they had no beliefs.  They simply weren’t being tossed and turned by the chaos of the world.  They created their lives from the inside out, and lived from the center of the wheel.

 

Santa or Satan, same letters, and both are embedded in the illusion of Santa.

Where’s the Proof? Initiation 101

Initiation, Where's the proof?

By Cathy Eck

 

How can you prove that? Why isn’t this taught or spoken of more?  Do you know people who have mastered their minds and no longer have health issues?

 

Occasionally, I get an email like the one above.  The questions are very reasonable.  I recognize that I don’t sound like everyone else.  Initiation is not like anything else out there, and it sounds crazy until you understand it.

 

Where’s the Proof?

I share freely nearly two decades of full-time research into ancient initiation.  I was drawn to the teachings of the mystery schools because they said the graduates healed the sick, manifested whatever was needed, and remained eternally youthful.  I wanted to see if it was true or if it was pure mythology.  I went into this project with skepticism but a very open mind.  I also committed that I was willing to risk everything, including my life, for the answer.

Initiates were said to be taught and then tested.  However, their tests weren’t for grades; they were do or die.  You had to embody what you learned, not just memorize information.  Today we memorize information.  We don’t embody it.

The initiate became the proof.  People didn’t go into initiation with a money back guarantee.  Passing the test was the proof.  The initiate knew that these tests were the natural consequences of their beliefs and an opportunity to prove their mastery.  Without beliefs, there would be no tests. By letting go, they gained the eyes to see and ears to hear.  They became like pure-minded children.

I took what I learned very serious, and tested it out.  I failed and failed, but I refused to give up.  My outer world didn’t change much for a long time, but my inner world was becoming quiet and clear.  Worry and fear were disappearing.  Problems were becoming less frequent.  When I looked at the Bible or mythological stories, I could stand in the shoes of the author; it looked nothing like what I was taught.  There were no contradictions; everything made sense.

My own proof came from my success, not the other way around.  People get rewards from initiation based on their own perseverance.  I can’t promise anything.  I’ve had results in every aspect of my life.  The short list of problems that I’ve healed includes migraine headaches, shoulder pain, persistent cough, heartburn, constipation, female problems, chronic fatigue, depression, joint pain, MS, allergies, asthma, skin problems, digestion problems, and lower back pain; all were healed without any medication, diet changes, or help.  I’m sure there are more that I’ve forgotten.  Once I found the causal belief, my True Self healed my problem.  The ancients were right.

Nevertheless, my old beliefs had lots of power; they didn’t go down without a fight.  So I understand why people don’t trust what I say; I’ve been in their shoes.

Most people look to a false outer God, an expert with knowledge, or an outer solution; the Jesus they worship said that God was within.  He also said we could do everything he did.  Why do I sound so crazy?

 

Why Doesn’t Anyone Else Say This?

My guess would be money and power.  There are people who know what I share, and they use it for their own self gain.  I thought about doing that, but I chose to attempt to even the score.  I felt that was the win-win thing to do.

I now understand why people use this wisdom for self gain because people who believe religion, a guru, or their doctor over their own True Self don’t appreciate the information.  Instead of trying it, they make it wrong.  I’ve tried to help people who acted like they were possessed as they defended their limitations and problems.  It makes you want to say, “Screw you.”  Thus people in the know become jaded and quit sharing the information.  Others fear that those who benefit from the wisdom will harm them.  Some take vows of silence.

I don’t fix other people and I don’t care to; but I do help them find their inner power because I know where to look.  I expose beliefs as untrue because they are harmful, and people who benefit from those beliefs don’t like their winning formula being exposed or laughed at.  But you come to see beliefs as just plain stupid, funny, and worthless.  We want them to lose power.

I never ask anyone to accept beliefs except for the belief that they can let go.  You need that belief until your True Self kicks back into power.  The end goal is a free mind with no beliefs.

 

Why Do I Do This?

Most, if not all, suffering is avoidable if we know how to let go.  I know that when I heal something in my body or let go of a belief, it is far better than sex, drugs, or meditation.  It is the best gift that I can possibly give away.

Today initiation happens within the world at work, home, and in our communities.  If we understand initiation, we can sail through life’s challenges.  Throughout all of history, initiation has been viewed as the way to freedom — the short cut to heaven on earth.

Initiation is different because it is universal.  Christians need saving.  Jews follow the laws.  Muslims follow Mohammed.  Easterners undo karma and seek enlightenment.  If people want to follow those routes, I suggest they do them to the letter.  When they do that, as I once did, they will see the holes.

 

Proof

When we have no more doubt, we see proof.  I hope to become the proof  of what I’ve learned from initiation because it is a universal perspective.  Initiates lived with unconditional love; I’d like to be just like them.  

I don’t expect anyone to believe me because that would be asking them to accept beliefs.  If they let go, they will see the same things I’ve seen because the truth is within everyone.

  

I’m always very happy to answer questions.  

The Hidden Lie In “Do You Want to Be Right or Happy?”

Do You want to be right or happy?

By Cathy Eck 

 

Right Or Happy 101

In the early 90’s, I attended the Landmark Forum.  We were given an exercise to call someone with whom we had unfinished business.  The goal was to finish our business with them — to remove any incompletion.

I called my mother.  Growing up, she often threatened to leave us or to kill herself.  I had images burned in my mind from her drama.  I called her at 6:00 AM; and I explained that I was doing this exercise, and I needed to know what in the hell she was thinking.  You know what she said, “Cathy, it never had anything to do with you.  That was one of the many ways that women of my generation got what we wanted from our thick-skulled husbands.  I’m sorry if you thought I was actually going to leave you.  I only did it because it worked.”

I never had a bad feeling again about my mother’s drama because she shared her logic with me.  Once I understood her, I could decide if I agreed or disagreed.  While I refused to use her logic, I could see that it probably would have worked with my equally thick-skulled husband.

So now I was sailing high.  This realization lifted years of weight off my shoulders, and I felt light again.  But then our Forum leader said something that clouded my eyes once again.  He was, of course, talking to a thick-skulled man; and he said, “Do you want to be right or happy?”

I thought, “What a stupid question.” I never thought I had to choose between being right or happy.  Immediately, I thought to myself, “Happy, of course.”  Just then my intellect processed the belief and my baggage returned; my mind said, “Well if you want to be happy, then you can’t be right.”  If you read my post from yesterday, you can probably see that my know-it-all baggage kicked in yet again.

 

Stuck in the Middle With You

I was now stuck in circular reasoning; and I couldn’t get out.  If I was right, according to this leader who was a human behavior authority, then I couldn’t be happy.  If I was right and pretended to be wrong, then I wasn’t happy either.  Right or happy?  Right or happy?  It was tormenting me.  It seemed that this saying had pushed happiness completely out of my life; and my husband played right or happy like a fine violin.

Eventually, I sorted out my circular reasoning by moving out of happy and unhappy, right and wrong, and moving into true and false.  I discovered that choosing between right or happy didn’t make any sense.  They weren’t opposites.  This incident gave birth to the triangle process, which I still use nearly every day.

Right and wrong, good and bad, or happy and unhappy all live at the triangle bottom. When we live at the bottom of the triangle, we move back and forth between the opposites.  The ancients called this being stuck on the cross because you get no forward movement.  At the triangle bottom, you’re stuck in flawed reasoning; and you will not move until you resolve it.  But people don’t see the flaw in their logic because the back and forth movement looks like change.

We see this in politics.  People believe that changing from Republican to Democrat or vice versa is change.  But both are bottom of the triangle perspectives; both are equally full of shit.  When we are stuck at the bottom of the triangle, we think one side is right or good because we can’t see the shadow on the other side.

 

No More Unhappy and Wrong

In my case, I had to realize that I didn’t want to play right and wrong; I wanted to play win-win (top of the triangle).  I could accept any idea where we both won or nothing.  Suddenly, I could see clearly.  My husband’s ideas were always about him winning, meaning that I lost.  Now I had confidence in my decisions, and I didn’t feel guilty for being right.

Then there was happy and unhappy.  Again these are bottom of the triangle states of being.  Happiness is dependent on outer circumstances making us happy.  We get the job, so we are happy; but then we get fired, so we are unhappy.  We have the kids, so we are happy, but then they grow up, and we are unhappy.  We buy the house, so we are happy; but then it needs repairs, so we are unhappy.  You get the gist.  The desire for happiness puts us on a roller coaster.  Joy comes from within.  It is permanent and unconditional.  Joy lives underneath the illusion of happiness; and you find it when you let go of all the things you believe make you happy or unhappy.

 

Finally, I’m Right and Happy

It took me years to unravel this mystery.  Now people learn it in an hour and apply it for a lifetime.  We have the ancient masters to thank.  Everything I write about came from them.  I just translate their clues much like someone translates Hebrew or Greek.  I guess you could say I’m the “Initiate Whisperer.”

My job is to make your journey quicker and easier by giving you their wisdom in modern form.  For me it is very fun because I was wired to do this job.  It is my part of the big picture.

Any yet, for a long time, I resisted sharing what I knew because I was so afraid of being right — and I looked pretty weird.  My baggage put stops up in every direction.  I had a lot to let go.  But eventually, I cleared away the clouds, and I realized that the ancient masters were appealing to me because they thought in win-win terms and because they lived from joy.  In the language of modern bullshit, they were right and happy.

 

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