Year 2084

Every baby born today has a chip inserted in their wrist…

How would you continue writing this story?

Have you read “1984”? It is in some ways interesting to step back and look from a mental distance how the societies are evolving, how it leads us, addict us and how the promises on sale to save you money and time rob you at the same time from it in greater measures than ever before…where is the world heading to?

A story about friendship between a young boy and his dog

“Joe and Ringo”

It was Saturday morning, little Joe woke up early and very pleased it was not a school day for him, the rest of the family were still asleep. His adventurous heart told him to get up, and after grabbing a piece of bread, he washed quickly not spending much time in the bathroom and ran through the back doors to the garden. It was his world, he said “hello” to his dog Ringo which was so pleased to see him as he knew it was the time for a long, adventurous walk through the woods nearby. Off they went, the day was dry but cloudy, birds were singing, squirrels were jumping the tree branches, the natural smell of wood freshness was all around them, Ringo was happily walking alongside Joe who was silently singing and enjoying the wonderful morning time which he always had looked forward to for the whole week. “Favourite time, favourite time” he sang, the joy of his voice was clearly understood by Ringo who was waving his tale with his head up listening to his human friend. Joe had a dream overnight where he saw a huge castle somewhere in the woods, it was a beautiful white building with sharply ended several little towers around the top edges of its structure, he could not remember anything else of it, however, this dream kept him greatly inspired for the whole morning walk. Life seemed better in the nature of the wood environment than the busy, noisy streets of San Jose which Joe did not like. His school was not a big one but Joe loved Ringo most of all his school friends. Coming along the wooden path there was still no castle on the horizon, Joe knew the difference between the dreams and reality, however, he also knew that all is possible in his world, the joy of the time was most important to him, he also knew that Ringo loved their time together which was always making them both so very happy, their friendship grew and grew beyond any description. They understood and trusted each other. Soon the morning became noon, both friends had had a wonderful time and were on their way back home as Joe was helping his parents with the housework on Saturday afternoons so he did not want to be late for that duty. He loved helping his mum and dad in anything that they were doing, let it be baking, cooking, gardening, or car repairing. Everything was always an enjoyable adventure for him, life was fun. When they arrived home, mum was getting ready to cook dinner and dad was in the garden, he needed some help from Joe as he wanted to repair the shed that day. Some of the parts of its roof began to be loose so Joe and his dad were working on it till the dinner was ready. Joe enjoyed learning to use all the tools needed to repair the wooden parts of the shed, the metal parts were still in good shape and needed no extra work. It was a warm, sunny day so the work was going pleasantly well for both of them, there was a small radio in the shed so they could turn it on at any time they wanted, however, they preferred to chat when they were together, they always had something to talk about. Suddenly they realized they were running out of nails so Joe jumped on his bike and left off for the local shop to get some more. It only took him less than twenty minutes and he was back.

Suddenly they heard the news on the radio that there was a virus spreading all over the world. Joe thought to himself “How is that possible? “, “What is it?”, “What will happen if anyone of us will get it?”, “Does it also affect dogs?” He had no answers to his questions at that time, however, the happy day has just had a dark cloud arrived on it, things were about to change.

Joe’s and his parents’ neighbour came down to see them to ask if they have seen the news, Mrs Griffiths was in tears and could not speak clearly. Joe’s mum has welcomed Mrs Griffiths warmly and offered her a drink, they both sat down and talked. They were always there for each other for all the years they have lived in the street, next-door neighbours sharing kindness and help almost every day. Mrs Griffiths was an elderly lady whose husband passed away some years ago and they did not have children, she was living alone as her brother and sister also passed away. Mrs Griffiths was the kindest person you can ever meet. Joe could not stop thinking about what he has heard and found it difficult to fall asleep that night. Sunday came after a long night for everyone. First time since the war the church service was not held at the local church, instead, people were heading to the groceries shops and supermarkets to get more food and more household essentials, that was caused by a massive spread of fear that soon shops may not be open and there will be no food apart from what was growing in the gardens if one had one. Life took a completely different turn, people became to worry and felt unprepared for a possible long-term social shut down. Joe could not believe what was happening, he would normally be happy to hear he did not have to go to school but this time he was not. Schools were about to close and there was no certainty when they would re-open again. “What will happen to the teachers?”, “How will he see his friends from school?”, so many questions were popping out in his mind, scary time, no one knows any answers for the coming weeks, months, what is happening.

There have been more deaths reported that the virus caused, many people had to self-isolate at their homes, hardly knowing what to do apart from waiting for seven or fourteen days and hoping they will feel better and the sickness will go away without killing them. It seemed to be worse in larger cities, gladly Joe lived in a small town, people were friendly and kind to each other, it was sad to see some of them already died and some of them you did not see as they had to remain at home, especially elderly people.

The next day, Joe and his father went to the shops and made larger shopping, they have bought some groceries and several tins of food for Mrs Griffiths so she would not have to worry as she could not go out anyway, they would not let her feel any more worried than she was. Mrs Griffiths loved to read, she hardly watched the television, maybe that was good as there was a constant flood of bad news on there all the time, the world has changed dramatically within a few days, all over the world on each continent. Things were getting worse, soon there were many people who died in hospitals.

Brain journey of human thinking, where are you traveling to?

I deeply believe you can heal your life through healing your thinking. Expect a miracle if you do not believe it is possible. Every day, every moment is for you, the whole world helps you to develop your friendly thinking independent of external events and situation you are in. This chapter is not the last chapter of your life, better ones are on way to you which will make your life begin to be harmonious and very happy. Send away everything what was unpleasant and not good and clear it from your mind. Slowly your own thoughts will be becoming kinder and friendlier. This book is for you and its purpose is to encourage you to write your interesting story, uplifting those who are now waiting to hear it from you, just from you, not from me. It is certain that there already are many people you have blessed in your life being a blessing to them. Focusing on it will bring more goodness into your life, it all begins with a though which is that invisible force which rules the world. Everything we see around in this world which was created by a human always begins with a thought, thoughts rule the world, belief creates facts. Believing in tragedy leads to a tragedy, believing in goodness leads to goodness. Everyone of us has times of depression or doubt, then we need support, understanding, silence and focusing on gratitude, counting everything what is good in our life beginning with air and oxygen we breath. Our breath is the most important miracle of each moment in each of us, without it we would not be here after a few minutes. There are so many of us who cannot move freely, luxury for them would be simply to stand on their own feet, get a cup of water using their hand or feed themselves but being paralysed they cannot do that. So many of these peoples’ attitude teaches us how to be grateful to God for gifts such as our eyesight, legs, hands, ability to move freely within our homes, town, country or world. It is good to stop and think what do we really need more of, if we need something more than we already have. Happy people are those who have enough rather than not enough. Western world wastes so much food that it could feed every hungry person in the whole world. So many people do not have running water, how about you?

Nevertheless, we see so often smiling, happy people in the “poor” countries, those people are pleased with every moment of their time, every breath, who is poor then? Them or us? Are you happy?

Often, we are speeded up by this “commercial clock” pushing us in the direction of accumulating material objects, chasing after promotion, building bigger and bigger houses while at the same time we lose touch with ourselves, one’s own soul, silence and the ability to enjoy life without any special, outstanding reason. We are chasing life which is to become better, when we get a promotion, when we buy a bigger house, when we pass an exam, when we pay off our mortgage etc. What is the most important in your life? What are your thoughts focusing on? What makes you joyful? Do you love your life, your thoughts and yourself? Any worries and troubles about current issues today will not matter at all in five years in our ocean of awareness. I wish you that your persistent faith in achieving your deepest dreams is helping you every day to breath happily.

Why me?

We often ask ourselves in so called hopeless situations; why me, why is it happening to me? Always, you always have a choice to direct your attention on these aspects of your life you can be grateful for, I will help you now, thank you that I can breath, that I can see, I can walk, digest and can read and write, I have water, peace where I live, thank you that I have voice and can speak and thank you for the food and on and on…I am also grateful for this situation I am in, I accept what has happened to me and I know that it is the first step to accept of whatever life throughs at us. When you are reading these words now, know that when I was writing them I had not at all been in a wonderful situation myself at all, rather opposite, that is why I understand you. Everyone of us is on their own path and each journey is rich in experiences and this is the greatest treasure of each and everyone of us, we are ourselves they key to our own inner peace. Our reactions to what is happening to us is something we want to be in charge of, being able to be in charge of them is so worthy skill which you cannot buy anywhere despite how rich you might be. The triumph of life is something that is happening in your mind, the will to live, the ability to forgive yourself and others is a priceless gift of free will of choice which you can gift to yourself NOW! Yes, now, because we live now, not yesterday and not tomorrow, however our thoughts often are not focused on the present moment but they travel somewhere producing different pictures to our minds, various situations that happened in the past but they are still alive in us now. A wonderful skill to have is the ability to focus on the present moment.

Fall in love with your thinking

Well, is your own thinking supporting you or is it working against you? Does it uplift you? What colour is your thinking?

Isn’t it something that everyone of us has and will always have till the end of our lives here in this life. Does your thinking create your mind to provide you with a good feeling in general? How can we scan it, how can we assess it, how can we help ourselves to fall in love with our own thinking, love what we think, how we think, how we imagine things. That is probably the most important love you can ever have, loving your own thinking as everything begins with a thought…

There are different types of thinking and we know that, every thought contributes either to our wellbeing or not. In the subject of addictions, what is the main element of it is the habit of certain ways or types, categories of thinking that creates our feelings, it is so important to master the art of being in charge of it rather than our thinking leading us to some unwanted areas of the mood.

What colour is your thinking?

Everyone has a story, you have a story to tell…

Yes, always remember that you have a story and your story can have an enormous impact on helping other peoples’ lives. Never underestimate that fact and be ready when the time comes to say it, to write it and to touch others in the way that it improves or helps them on their way in improving their life regardless what struggle it relates to. So many stories we have heard about somewhere in our lives, the interesting story telling we hear or have heard from the elderly and they stayed with us, stayed in our minds and live in us helping us along the way in various times. They grow as we grow and their “helping size” grows with time in time. Share your story 🙂

When was mirror invented?

How many times have you looked in the mirror?

How many times have you thought about its discovery?

Mirrormirror, on the wall, who invented you? The silvered-glass mirrors found throughout the world today first got their start in Germany almost 200 years ago. In 1835, German chemist Justus von Liebig developed a process for applying a thin layer of metallic silver to one side of a pane of clear glass.

How do you get your CV to the chief executive of the company you want to work for?

Well, you might be wondering how do you get his or her email address, not at all.

You might be wondering how you can meet them, not at all.

So how do you do that?

Let’s see… Once you know the top executive’s name and surname, you may want to try the following idea.

You need to get several envelopes of different sizes, from a large one, getting smaller to a standard letter envelope, as long as they fit in to one another, that will be fine.

You take your CV and put it in the smaller, final envelope which is our end of the line one. You close the envelope and hand write the executive’s first name on it, just the first name, so if it is a man you say for instance “John”, if it is a woman you write “Mary” for example.

Then you take the next size, larger envelope, put your “final envelope that already contains your CV into that one size bigger one and you close it and you write on it, the executive’s name and surname, for instance “John Brown”, or “Mary Johnson”. Next you take another one size larger envelope and put the one you already have into it and you close it and you write on it for example ” Mr John Brown, Chief Executive” or “Ms Mary Johnson, Chief Executive”, than you take another size larger envelope and put the last one ( which already has the others in, remember that your first one has already got your CV in it with just the first name of the envelope that you wrote) and you put it in it, you write “HR department” and you put it to a larger one and then you write the company’s name, postal address and you close it having all of the others lined up in the way we have explained above.

The idea is that when a letter arrives to the company regardless what it has written on it, it will be opened anyway but the inhouse post handler who will then decide where to move it, scan it or forward it to the appropriate department etc, however when they do that, they will open it and then most likely they will open another one but when they are left with a closed envelope with the name and surname of the chief executive written on it they will stop and think if it is better not to open it and either pass it on to their manager or ask if they should open it. The manager most likely will ask for it, even if they feel they can open it they will then end up with a closed ( smaller) looking more private envelope addressed just with a name and surname of the chief executive who they may not even know personally well enough to make a decision to open it, They may take it to the secretary of the chief executive office, they are entitled to come in as they hold a managerial position, they may not even see the secretary themselves so they will leave it in the hallway post tray for chief executive. At some point during the day the secretary will pick it up, so she will see a personal envelope with the name and surname of the chief executive, then she might feel she is entitled to open such ones and that is fine, she will then end up with an envelope just with the chief executive’s first name on it. The secretary at that point does not know the trail of arrival to the building, all it looks like is that one of the managers within the company dropped the letter there. Anyway it is very unlikely that the secretary will open such an envelope with just a first name of the chief executive’s written on it so your CV in that envelope will be given to the Chief executive’s personal tray with some other documents at some point that day…AND now! The chief executive will open it and will have a look at your CV, thinking how on earth this ends up with him or her…even if it is a few seconds, it will not end up in the bin it will be passed on to HR, now: you get what we mean, your CV is passed on to the HR by whatever method by the Chief Executive, it ends up on top of the hundreds of CVs emailed to the HR department, it will get attention and now it is up to you what you have in it for the final decision to be made but you got attention and priority that nobody else does unless they are personal friends to the boss but that means that they are already employed there anyway.

Good luck!

Do we hear more with our eyes closed?

How does a person who has never heard since birth think? Do we mostly think in words as we have learned the language initially through hearing when we were children and we had learned to speak through hearing first long before we learned to read and write. How do we develop the senses, how do we discover the ways of developing our skills, who and what is our best teacher?

Probably some of our questions we carry in ourselves through time in life will never be answered, some of them life will show us answers to as we live and with time many aspects of our life move somehow in different ways depending on how we live and what we absorb, that is all a learning journey through a lot of information in the human world, the speed of flow of information in current human world is shockingly fast, isn’t it?

Is there something like “mental weight”?

Have you ever felt overweight? That can be physical, however have you ever felt overweight mentally? It is still in many ways a mystery how our mind works, we try to work things out, we learn, we make decisions, time shows us more and more and we change, we see things differently as we get older.

Our viewpoints change, we see things differently when we are 10, 20, 50 and 80 years old, what weight is the best weight to keep? 🙂

Can discovering a writing talent change our life?

Right in writing? Is there any truth in writing, does writing help? Probably any form of expressing ourselves is worth creating, discovering ourselves and at the same time it becomes visible somehow, regardless if we want to share it or not, we may want to keep it for ourselves.

During our travel in time, these expressions in various forms may prove very helpful and worthwhile, whether it is writing, voice recording, drawing, painting etc. it is you who you are discovering, that is a wonderful way of searching for your own talent 🙂

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