MKMMA WEEK 17 — WHEN A CLONE HAS A MIND OF ITS OWN!

THE MASTER KEY MASTERMIND ALLIANCE can take you far – as far as your imagination is able – and most likely farther than you can imagine! Let’s take a hypothetical look and see. For now, let’s take everything inside the boundary of our universe as all there happens to be. Against the backdrop of endless space, even something as large as our universe must seem a tiny place. Yet a million, billion minds, or more, and bodies inhabit this small abode; so, the chance that any single one of us is the leader in such a field, is quite unlikely when compared to such a load. In fact, so unlikely, may I suggest “unimaginable” fills even the mind of whomever happens to be best; to consider they alone might be better than the rest. ere’s a lot of stallions in this stable! Speaking of which, when it comes to mastermind partners, Stephen Serna is my Clark Gable, and Fawn Christianson my Betty Grable!

WHEN GOOD PAIRS WITH GOOD, THE RESULT CAN BE GREAT!

My Week 16 ended this way

Through the magic of copy and paste, like a reindeer hopping around, I can take what’s been written here to different places, to different ground. To a page or a post on my blog site, and/or something to share in the alliance.                                                                                                                                 There is nothing remarkable or especially brilliant in the duplicity of this science.

But unlike most of our thought                                                                                                                  that in the web of the Law of Substitution gets caught,

this manner of multi-tasking made available through the medium of the written word,                         is one of the best ways I’ve ever heard.

Others, such as I, might benefit in trying.                                                                                                    To counter the suffocating stress of too-little time that instead of success is bringing us down, and we are slowly dying.                                                                                                                                         

So, up, up and away! To get caught up with my blogging (as both Rover and writer), from this point forward, I must be flying!   

AND NOW THE NEW STUFF

What I’ve done in this post is copy Emerson’s poem, “COMPENSATION,” located on a separate page at the beginning his well-known essay of the same name — text emboldened below — interpreted its meaning, and used that to construct a second poem — text not emboldened below. I’ve attempted to match the poetic parameters Emerson used in terms of line length, words chosen  to duplicate the rhyming sound, type of rhyme scheme, and cadence, yet convey the same or similar line-by-line meaning using entirely different words.

The deeper the understanding of this particular essay of Emerson’s, given how it is directly related, to the GIVE MORE! GET  MORE! principle/concept, should benefit each MKE student in helping them to integrate it into the thought + feeling –> belief –> action paradigm; i.e., make use of the way we are wired to change our mental programming. This mental programming is how our subby creates the blueprint directing our behavior, and forms the basis pivotal to successfully changing it. It is the subconscious mind’s center of habit either dictating the type behavior/actions deemed more likely able to assist the student in manifesting their individual major definite purpose in life, or, as usual, sabotaging our efforts, in other matters of high importance.

That said I encourage you to study and compare Emerson’s words with mine. After evaluating for mechanical and philosophical correctness, let me know what you think. Clone or cloney? Fact or phony?  If you’re anything like me, this might be a challenge. If asked to interpret Shakespeare, for instance, I would be the first to consult books written to do exactly that. FOR THIS, I MADE NO SUCH CONSULTATION. Oh dear!

COMPENSATION

Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

The wings of Time are black and white,

The hands are dark, the face is light,

Pied with morning and with night.

Sometimes left, yet always right.

Mountain tall and ocean deep

Salty water tends to seep,

Trembling balance duly keep,

To the core they surely creep.

In changing moon, in tidal wave,

Force methodical, yet sometimes grave

Glows the feud of Want and Have.

What can we get, what can we save?

Gauge of more and less through space.

The effects of both cannot erase

Electric star and pencil plays,

Near or far, it has its ways.

The lonely Earth amid the balls

To the sun allegiance falls

That hurry through the eternal halls,

In a vacuum, duty calls,

A makeweight flying to the void,

From whence it came it’s thus employed,

Supplemental asteroid,

Extra cargo been deployed,

Or compensatory spark,

Burning brightly makes its mark,

Shoots across the neutral Dark.

Splits the sky, this brilliant arc.

Man’s the elm, and Wealth the vine;

Nature says what’s yours and mine;

Staunch and strong the tendrils twine:

Such the power that’s divine:

Though the frail ringlets thee deceive,

No cause for woe or ever grieve,

None from its stock that vine can reave.

So sure the lock, in this believe.

Fear not, then, thou child infirm,

What’s inside stops every germ,

There’s no god dare wrong a worm.

So short may be its mortal term.

Laurel crowns cleave to deserts,

If with him too much perverts,

And power to him who power exerts;

For more brings more, each act asserts;

Hast not thy share? On winged feet,

As angels bring when called to greet,

Lo! it rushes thee to meet;

To hand to you this luscious treat;

And all that Nature made thy own,

As if were made for you alone,

Floating in air or pent in stone,

Harmony in every tone,

Will rive the hills and swim the sea,

As for you, it came to me,

And, like thy shadow, follow thee.

With love and peace your destiny.

 

DID YOU SEE HOW i HAD THIS IN MIND TO MATCH EMERSON’S DESCRIPTION OF A TIMEKEEPER,  A PRODUCT CREATED BY MAN, AS ONE WAY TO  REVEAL AND DEAL WITH THAT WHICH IS SO FLEETING. EVEN MOTHER NATURE WITH HER INFINITE PATIENCE SHOWS TO US IN WAYS EASY TO DISCERN ON THE LONG TERM, WHAT MAY BE ESSENTIALLY INVISIBLE ON THE SHORT? OR LIKE ME, YOU HAVE NOT THE SLIGHTEST CLUE AS TO WHAT I JUST SAID? WELL, MAYBE A CLUE. ABOUT AS USEFUL AS A PILE OF HOT SAHARA SAND TO COLLECT THE WATER TO QUENCH THE THIRST OF THE WANDERER OTHERWISE DYING WITHOUT IT.

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REMEMBER: to complete your subscription to either, you must go to the email address you’ve typed in, find the confirmation message with my name: Loren Taylor, open it, and click the subscriber verification link inside.

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Once again. MAHALO!

Louisa’s journey to become the winner of X-FACTOR 2015 — British edition — concludes with this…

COMPENSATION

Ralph Waldo Emerson

The wings of Time are black and white,                                                                                             The hands are dark, the face is light,                                                                                                        Pied with morning and with night.                                                                                                  Never left, but always right.                                                                                                                   Mountain tall and ocean deep                                                                                                               Up comes down with every leap                                                                                                          Trembling balance duly keep,                                                                                                                  To the core they surely creep.                                                                                                                        In changing moon, in tidal wave,                                                                                                             If seen or not, works still the salve,                                                                                                           Glows the feud of Want and Have.                                                                                                  Within your suit that’s anti-grav.                                                                                                              Gauge of more and less through space                                                                                              The effects of both cannot erase                                                                                                          Electric star and pencil plays,                                                                                                              Near or far, it has its ways.                                                                                                                         The lonely Earth amid the balls                                                                                                              To the sun allegiance falls                                                                                                                          That hurry through the eternal halls,                                                                                                    In a vacuum, duty calls,                                                                                                                                   A makeweight flying to the void,                                                                                                       From whence it came it’s thus employed,                                                                                  Supplemental asteroid,                                                                                                                           Extra cargo been deployed,                                                                                                                           Or compensatory spark,                                                                                                            Burning brightly makes its mark,                                                                                                            Shoots across the neutral Dark.                                                                                                        Splits the sky, this brilliant arc.

Man’s the elm, and Wealth the vine;                                                                                             Nature says what’s yours and mine;                                                                                                    Stanch and strong the tendrils twine:                                                                                              Such the power that’s divine:                                                                                                               Though the frail ringlets thee deceive,                                                                                               No cause for woe or ever grieve,                                                                                                             None from its stock that vine can reave.                                                                                            So sure the lock, in this believe.                                                                                                                 Fear not, then, thou child infirm,                                                                                                    What’s inside stops every germ,                                                                                                            There’s no god dare wrong a worm.                                                                                             So short may be its mortal term.                                                                                                           Laurel crowns cleave to deserts,                                                                                                             If with him too much perverts,                                                                                                                    And power to him who power exerts;                                                                                                 For more brings more, each act asserts;                                                                                                  Hast not thy share? On winged feet,                                                                                                      As angels bring when called to greet,                                                                                                           Lo! it rushes thee to meet;                                                                                                                       To hand to you this luscious treat;                                                                                                             And all that Nature made thy own,                                                                                                       As if were made for you alone,                                                                                                              Floating in air or pent in stone,                                                                                                   Harmony in every tone,                                                                                                                               Will rive the hills and swim the sea,                                                                                                       As for you, it came to me,                                                                                                                           And, like thy shadow, follow thee.                                                                                                With love and peace your destiny.

MKMMA WEEK 16 — DISPARITY BEGS CLARITY

THE MASTER KEY MASTERMIND ALLIANCE can take you far – as far as your imagination is able – and most likely farther than you can imagine! Let’s take a hypothetical look and see. For now, let’s take everything inside the boundary of our universe as all there happens to be. Against the backdrop of endless space, even something as large as our universe must seem a tiny place. Yet a million, billion minds, or more, and bodies inhabit this small abode; so, the chance that any single one of us is the leader in such a field, is quite unlikely when compared to such a load. In fact, so unlikely, may I suggest “unimaginable” fills even the mind of whomever happens to be best; to consider they alone might be better than the rest. ere’s a lot of stallions in this stable! Speaking of which, when it comes to mastermind partners, Stephen Serna is my Clark Gable, and Fawn Christianson my Betty Grable!

ALTHOUGH OFTEN REFERRED TO AS THE VAST EMPTINESS OF SPACE, IT SURE LOOKS FULL SOMETIMES! DOESN’T IT?

My Week 14 ended this way

When the power of an undulating ocean carries every notion, and no less in rapid torrents, the rhythmic currents of great rivers carry every dream. You’ve heard of autosuggestion as a way to re-program, – thus optimize the mind. Then I suggest that being on autopilot is part of the package, with its opportunity to unwind. This allows for focused observation of everything that happens without reservation, or want of hesitation when going with the flow. As sure may be each destination, and deeply this we know, makes getting there much more the fun. With awareness at full attention, more likely captures the surprise of each moment that so sudden right beside us, just as quickly passed us, always they do run.

So, Buc, who are you really? Who gives advice when silence is smart, and yet at other times, it’s quite okay to appear out of control, loud, and very silly?

You really don’t know do you? Although you’ve done your best to see? I’m the guy in the mirror, who heard how much you loved me, and it is this love you see that set me free to speak with thee!

It did?

Yup!

You know was rather startling here, my friend? With everything that’s just been said, we’ve only just now reached the place I had intended to be starting, and not the very end. Waiter! Waiter! More pages, more pages, or perhaps another post! There’s so much more we will be giving, and, if deemed worthy enough, hoist high our glass and toast!

AND NOW THE NEW STUFF

But I must confess, I made a mess, when Buc describes what’s available as both an ocean and a stream.                                                                                                                                                Although in Buc’s mind both are viable sources to draw from, and thus create our dream,

I, thus he, did not recall the River of dreams, and everything wrong with that.                                   Next thing I know, I’m spilling a jar of almond butter onto my bedspread, and a glass of water onto my bureau where many of my most important books are currently at.

Disgusted with my clumsiness with so much work ahead,                                                                instead of digging in with a smile, I promptly went to bed.

Certainly not the best usage of my last hour of the day,                                                                       when I awoke, it was just a joke that Buc likes to play.

It was this, no more nor less,                                                                                                                     that remains my educated guess;

because one of the first things I just did is read the Seven Day Mental Diet.                                       Since I hadn’t done that yet, I knew I was overdue to try it.

And, sure enough, on page 17, I quote:

“In closing, he wants to tell me that people often find that the starting of this diet seems to stir up all sorts of difficulties. It seems as though everything begins to go wrong at once. This may be disconcerting, but it is really a good sign. It means that things are moving; and is not that the very object we have in view? If my whole world seems to rock on its foundations, I hold on steadily, I let it rock and when the rocking is over, the picture will have reassembled itself into something much nearer to my hearts desire.”

Certainly, in terms of the seven day do-over that I may have avoided by remembering these FOXy words he spoke;                                                                                                                                           had I read them sooner and not later, as the proper timing of this particular joke.

Yet as I sit here writing,                                                                                                                                not nearly so exciting,

the relevant content to be unlocked via my buttery and wet disaster.                                                      As I recall, it is in the funeral hall, where we commonly find pretty bouquets of the flower we’ve named an aster.

Although I believe I’ve previously made reference to what I call, “the duality of purposeful writing,”, along comes the next evolution.                                                                                                                 Just like razor blades, first 1, then 2, and then 3, it’s a tripality, or, just as razor blades have continued to march, dare I say another new word, “quadrality” comes along to save the day, and to maximize what I had to give in this MKMMA revolution.

Through the magic of copy and paste, like a reindeer hopping around, I can take what’s been written here to different places, to different ground. To a page or a post on my blog site, and/or something to share in the alliance.                                                                                                                                 There is nothing remarkable or especially brilliant in the duplicity of this science.

But unlike most of our thought                                                                                                                  that in the web of the Law of Substitution gets caught,

this manner of multi-tasking made available through the medium of the written word,                         is one of the best ways I’ve ever heard.

Others, such as I, might benefit in trying.                                                                                                    To counter the suffocating stress of too-little time that instead of success is bringing us down, and we are slowly dying.                                                                                                                                         

So, up, up and away! To get caught up with my blogging (as both Rover and writer), from this point forward, I must be flying!   

SOMETIMES CLOUDS MAKE GREAT FLYING COMPANIONS

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REMEMBER: to complete your subscription to either, you must go to the email address you’ve typed in, find the confirmation message with my name: Loren Taylor, open it, and click the subscriber verification link inside.

When subscribing, there is no further obligation, and you can unsubscribe at any time.

As a personal thank you for subscribing to either the “7-DAY MENTAL DIET,” or my BLOG/NEWSLETTER, I will add you to my list giving you advance notice of when to sign up for our next MKMMA 6-month, pay-it-forward program!

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Once again. MAHALO!

Louisa’s journey to become the winner of X-FACTOR 2015 — British edition — concludes with this…

MKMMA WEEK 14 — I AM CRAIGNITO. HE (THE OTHER ME) IS SUBUCON.

THE MASTER KEY MASTERMIND ALLIANCE can take you far – as far as your imagination is able – and most likely farther than you can imagine! Let’s take a hypothetical look and see. For now, let’s take everything inside the boundary of our universe as all there happens to be. Against the backdrop of endless space, even something as large as our universe must seem a tiny place. Yet a million, billion minds, or more, and bodies inhabit this small abode; so, the chance that any single one of us is the leader in such a field, is quite unlikely when compared to such a load. In fact, so unlikely, may I suggest “unimaginable” fills even the mind of whomever happens to be best; to consider they alone might be better than the rest. ere’s a lot of stallions in this stable! Speaking of which, when it comes to mastermind partners, Stephen Serna is my Clark Gable, and Fawn Christianson my Betty Grable!

THE RECTANGULAR NEBULA REMINDS ME OF “CHARLOTTE’S WEB.” HOW ‘BOUT YOU?

My Week 11 ended this way

“Indeed, this is true, but deep inside you, brews the growth that you treasure.

Build your courage, your confidence, with greater deeds of service, increase your power.

Hoist high your hope, fill it with the love for those it is given, and let it shower;

Then beside every man you may still stand, but above them all, you’ll tower.”

It’s this post that leaves little doubt that the split of the conscious mind with that of the subconscious into two different personalities is complete. Sweet!!!

Hello everyone!

Hello everyone!

Did you hear that?

Hear what?

Well, I guess, hear you.

Hear me?

Yes, you. Who are you?

I’m Subucon. Some like to snuggle up and call me Subby, but you can call me Buc.

Buc?

Yup!

Where did that name come from?

Just need to reveal the heart of the matter. Front and back, chop two, and what remains of Subucon, is staring back at you?

Oh, yeah. Buc. The Pittsburgh Pirates are Bucs. Do you think… (Buc butts in midsentence).

Sorry, I cut you off, Craignito, but given the nature of our quest, and the fact that we’ve been bunkmates ever since we both were born, I know the truth of what you are about to say, before you ever say a word; so, please, leave it to me, I really do know best. To replace that puzzled look that’s crept across your face, let me remind you that it is I, who is the I that’s directly connected to the universal reservoir of supply, and, because of this, who really has your back by-and-by. Certainly, not that mysterious trickster, Mr. Ego, who prefers to serve himself before all others; and for him, I guess, even universal principles do not apply. Even though you are aware, understand, and occasionally this is very evident in something you are about to say, and then deny; this latest MKMMA “No Opinions – Law of Compensation” assignment has put you into a bit of a pickle. Let’s put it this way, we would be well on our way to independent wealth, if for each unsolicited, unbridled opinion given, we received just one solitary nickel.

Fortunately, very fortunately for you, when they were passing them around (although not actually the way it happened), the Buc stopped here. “Why is that?” you would have asked, had I let you. So, I answer, for purposes of this story: you have been giving the brain of the ancient ones. The ancient ones being primitive men and women, who first walked this earth without the conscious awareness that everyone has today. Just like you are hearing my voice, they heard voices, too. When it came to matters of fight or flight, man depended upon these voices to tell them what to do. Then, between 5-10,000 years ago, these voices began disappearing – one by one, two by two. During this period of great uncertainty, consciousness arrived to make its presence known; giving each person the ability to choose and decide for themselves – so much so, they’d grown. Hearing voices in this day and age can be a boon or a curse – a source of divinely inspired guidance to help unravel the chaos each of us must deal; or a source of very unpleasant, additional confusion, driving more than a few to complete insanity, in knowing not what to trust as real.

Now, going back about four paragraphs to your unspoken question. When it comes to baseball, it is, indeed, the association of Bucs with buckaroos and Buccaneers that lends a degree of family friendliness that steers the mind away from those things pirates like to do; and, yes, it is a play on words to name their football team the “Steelers.” When it comes to football, at least, no need to hide a pirate’s preoccupation; in a steely town, no need to garb in a pirate’s gown, for all the world to view.

And now with my voice filling your head, you are asking yourself , half in dread, “Did I go too far, too many times, thinking out loud, so over-emotionally? For after all, that’s what crazy people are known to do; especially, schizophrenics, with all those voices in their head – and, now, I am hearing voices, too. So much so, in fact, simply getting a word in edge-wise has become a difficult thing to do.”

Okay, just to set the record straight, my objectively-minded friend, who’s been left in charge as my watchman at the gate. If anyone happens to overhear and think you’re crazy as a loon for what he hears you saying; no need for care or worry, about the choice of tune he is playing. Was it really he, who picked the song and all the words he’s saying? Or the societal illusion that selects their use that goes around his neck like a hangman’s noose?

When the power of an undulating ocean carries every notion, and no less in rapid torrents, the rhythmic currents of great rivers carry every dream. You’ve heard of autosuggestion as a way to re-program, – thus optimize the mind. Then I suggest that being on autopilot is part of the package, with its opportunity to unwind. This allows for focused observation of everything that happens without reservation, or want of hesitation when going with the flow. As sure may be each destination, and deeply this we know, makes getting there much more the fun. With awareness at full attention, more likely captures the surprise of each moment that so sudden right beside us, just as quickly passed us, always they do run.

So, Buc, who are you really? Who gives advice when silence is smart, and yet at other times, it’s quite okay to appear out of control, loud, and very silly?

You really don’t know do you? Although you’ve done your best to see? I’m the guy in the mirror, who heard how much you loved me, and it is this love you see that set me free to speak with thee!

It did?

Yup!

You know was rather startling here, my friend? With everything that’s just been said, we’ve only just now reached the place I had intended to be starting, and not the very end. Waiter! Waiter! More pages, more pages, or perhaps another post! There’s so much more we will be giving, and, if deemed worthy enough, hoist high our glass and toast!

AS THINGS REALLY BEGIN TO SPLINTER, THOUGHT I’D PROVIDE SOMETHING WE ALL RECOGNIZE. WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT THERE EXISTED SO MUCH SOLIDARITY IN THE MISTICAL LOOKING ODDITIES WE CALL SATURN’S RINGS? 

TO SUBSCRIBE to my blog, scoot to the upper right-hand corner of this page, insert your name (first is enough) and email address in the two boxes the blue arrows are pointing to. To subscribe to the “7-Day Mental Diet,” just scroll down a short distance and do the same. The two boxes are directly under the clock.

REMEMBER: to complete your subscription to either, you must go to the email address you’ve typed in, find the confirmation message with my name: Loren Taylor, open it, and click the subscriber verification link inside.

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As a personal thank you for subscribing to either the “7-DAY MENTAL DIET,” or my BLOG/NEWSLETTER, I will add you to my list giving you advance notice of when to sign up for our next MKMMA 6-month, pay-it-forward program!

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Once again. MAHALO!

Louisa’s journey to become the winner of X-FACTOR 2015 — British edition — continues with this WEEK 4 selection.

MKMMA WEEK 11 = MKE WEEK 4 — STILL UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF RHYME!

THE MASTER KEY MASTERMIND ALLIANCE can take you far – as far as your imagination is able – and most likely farther than you can imagine! Let’s take a hypothetical look and see. For now, let’s take everything inside the boundary of our universe as all there happens to be. Against the backdrop of endless space, even something as large as our universe must seem a tiny place. Yet a million, billion minds, or more, and bodies inhabit this small abode; so, the chance that any single one of us is the leader in such a field, is quite unlikely when compared to such a load. In fact, so unlikely, may I suggest “unimaginable” fills even the mind of whomever happens to be best; to consider they alone might be better than the rest. ere’s a lot of stallions in this stable! Speaking of which, when it comes to mastermind partners, Stephen Serna is my Clark Gable, and Fawn Christianson my Betty Grable!

APPARENTLY, EVEN GALAXIES LIKE TO PLAY “TUG OF WAR!”

My Week 10 ended this way

So that’s it, the end of my story.

Unlike the news, it wasn’t that gory.

But I must admit, not entirely complete.

What perceptual flaw, turned the blue of that box that I saw as red as a beet?

I forgot to let go, before sitting down to write.

It’s hard to find a title when squeezing with all of your might.

Slipping beyond that, what’s the first thing I looked for in looking back?

How much happiness and abundance in something called lack?

Which is actually — for the second time, or is it the third? — VERY MUCH related to what comes next — a portion of the Week 4 post that I also wrote in 2014 — when I first went through the MKMMA program. I was already showing signs of a rapidly advancing split personality.

HE ASKED: “Your Iness, what’s your decree?”

i ANSWERED: “YOUR QUESTION IS ANSWERED IN THE WORDS THAT YOU SEE.”

(Here’s a little ditty about taking what is, and making it more. Written on the side of the page, near the number 12, while reading Master Key’s Lesson number 4.)

Or in other words, now that you’ve asked, it’s too late.

No turning back now, this is your fate.

VOTL comes to town with such valuable information,

The next thing you know, indoctrination.

Some will argue it’s our right to choose;

Their eyes glued to the TV and the nightly news.

Others argue it’s our right to know.

They’ll know all right,

From the top of each head,

To the tip of each toe.

Is it coersion to give

Before the other has their say?

When the time for choosing is over,

And then decide yours is the way?

Or is it cohesive integration

Of the highest kind,

When the cause is the source,

And the source: Universal Mind;

And people are acting as if totally blind?”

i CONTINUE:

“This time, a more whimsical side note

Comes along to play.

When kids are left without much guidance,

Their whim is the way.”

HE ALSO CONTINUES

“So correct me if I’m wrong, Mr. Right.

To get it straight in my head, before I say, Good night!

You’re saying it’s not a matter of a this or a that,

Or even a that or a this.

It’s how they bond and blend together,

As if sealed with a kiss?”

i ANSWER:

“If in greater harmony they can now co-exist.”

NOW HE’S BEING SILLY:

“Does a this become a thas,

Or a that become a thist?”

UNAFFECTED, i GO ON:

“Depends nought upon your mental acuity,

Your physical ingenuity,

Your spiritual intuitivity;

Nor the theory of relativity;

To know a label is a label,

No matter how you bend or twist.

To know this is a lamp,

And that over there a table;

Or to know Betty White

Has never been Clark Gable.

But tis a very good point you‘ve seen,

Because I know exactly what you mean.

These words we’ve chosen,

Don’t keep us frozen,

When two hearts, two minds, two souls,

Come together, share their essence, and it’s a win/win,

Should names give a sign, some significant clue,

When so much has changed, they each seem brand new?

Sure there’s the husband and wife, and that sort of thing…”

(Then, as if somehow joined together, both phones we had started to ring. And with that, we soon departed. Not too far it was, from exactly where we started.)

i CONTINUE:

“And, as for me, it’s getting quite late, and once again the curfew bell has spoken. But before I, too, or two, must now depart, a few more lines, as my nightey night token:”

BUT FIRST, HE ASKS:

“Why is it so, that we get what we give?”

i ANSWER:

“Because it is a spiritual world we walk upon and live.”

HE CONTINUES HIS QUERY:

“But I always thought that what goes around, comes around, in greater measure.”

AND i CONTINUE MY ANSWER:

“Indeed, this is true, but deep inside you, brews the growth that you treasure.

Build your courage, your confidence, with greater deeds of service, increase your power.

Hoist high your hope, fill it with the love for those it is given, and let it shower;

Then beside every man you may still stand, but above them all, you’ll tower.”

EVEN NEBULAE LIKE TO EAT. JUST ASK THIS ONE CALLED THE “PAC MAN” NEBULA. 

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Louisa’s journey to become the winner of X-FACTOR 2015 — British edition — continues with this WEEK 2 selection.

MKMMA WEEK 10 = MKE WEEK 3 — ALSO, POETICALLY REFLECTED

THE MASTER KEY MASTERMIND ALLIANCE can take you far – as far as your imagination is able – and most likely farther than you can imagine! Let’s take a hypothetical look and see. For now, let’s take everything inside the boundary of our universe as all there happens to be. Against the backdrop of endless space, even something as large as our universe must seem a tiny place. Yet a million, billion minds, or more, and bodies inhabit this small abode; so, the chance that any single one of us is the leader in such a field, is quite unlikely when compared to such a load. In fact, so unlikely, may I suggest “unimaginable” fills even the mind of whomever happens to be best; to consider they alone might be better than the rest. ere’s a lot of stallions in this stable! Speaking of which, when it comes to mastermind partners, Stephen Serna is my Clark Gable, and Fawn Christianson my Betty Grable!

APPARENTLY, EVEN THE STARS REALIZE IT’S THE HOLIDAY SEASON!

My Week 9 ended this way

The Universal seed of life that some have called inate,
Does well with love, will surely die with hate.
Everyone knows how to be, before we ever are;
So why not choose to be that rising star?
What we do with those thoughts we send,
Our entire world may depend.
Beginning was the easy part – externally directed;
The middle part keep green and clean, detached and unaffected,
As though God Himself was showing up to check what he expected.
What did we do with that key to the kingdom in our hands He did trust?
Is there more fruit to choose from, or more vacant land filled with only dust?

Which is actually VERY MUCH related to what comes next — a portion of the Week 3 post that I also wrote in 2014 — when I first went through the MKMMA program. I was trying to decide what title to give this post back then.

WE HAVE A CHOICE

The world without is a reflection of the world within.

The title is out there, so let us begin.

Let’s begin by looking back.

Maybe it’s there, the thing that I lack.

But if it’s something I lack to figure this out,

If it was missing before, my guess it still is, no doubt.

Not only that there must be rat inside my head,

Because that blue box I saw earlier, is now a bright shade of red.

And if that is a sign that tweaks my perception,

I’ll take the hint, and return to conception.

Certainly, that’s a much better place to start.

Instead of my head, let’s go with my heart.

ONENESS is a word filled with harmony;

As when melodious notes blend in a symphony.

Or a tiny young lamb shivers with cold having strayed from the pack,

Finds warmth in the flock, having found its way back.

For here with its mother comes the second word on my list.

Not just the heat from her body, it’s here LOVE must exist.

Master Key lesson number two describes our subconscious mind,

And it’s there that care of offspring we happen to find.

And the Natural Law of Attraction governs all that we see.

All that once was, now is, and all that will be.

If one word describes how this Law works just like this,

Two minds, two hearts for a moment as one when the lips of two lovers meet in a kiss.

So ONENESS and LOVE are two concepts, might there be three?

I suggest MULTI-PERCEPTUAL VIEW POINT it might happen to be.

Just take a look at Mandino, and how 1000 wise men describe the success that they see.

So that’s it, the end of my story.

Unlike the news, it wasn’t that gory.

But I must admit, not entirely complete.

What perceptual flaw, turned the blue of that box that I saw as red as a beet?

I forgot to let go, before sitting down to write.

It’s hard to find a title when squeezing with all of your might.

Slipping beyond that, what’s the first thing I looked for in looking back?

How much happiness and abundance in something called lack?

See what did I tell you about the holiday spirit. Even nebulae can resemble “The Three Wise Men” — sort of. LOL

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Another tune taken from Louisa’s journey to become the winner of X-FACTOR 2015 — British edition. This one taken right near the start.