The Reverse Snowball Effect

In the Shift I have been full of analogies. I remember a few months ago when something had dawned on me (I always love those Dawns when they come by). Around May 2013 (much earlier than the aforementioned “dawning”), I realized that I had been this fish, always struggling to swim upstream, fight the current, make my way up the river. Such was my life. The struggle. BUT! I was a decent swimmer and didn’t have too many problems. The problems that came were when I struck something in the river, a rock, another fish (finding myself in a serious problem in life that I couldn’t handle), and then get swept downstream until I could regain my senses and begin my swim back up the river again. Against the current. When the huge challenges presented themselves I lost balance. Dealing with Life as The Struggle. So a few months after the Shift, I realized that I was no longer fighting the current. I had turned around and began swimming with the river. Going with the Flow so to speak, in a literal and figurative sense. As time went on and this poise and power began to grow within me, I had that “dawning” moment a few months ago. I was NOT the fish swimming down the river with the current/flow…I Am the River. I Create the Flow. I Am Creating the Flow.

I love those moments and like I said, am so full of analogies. I began to picture something else. Something New. I likened to call it The Reverse Snowball Effect. It occurred to me how when I would start a new workout program, or a new project (a new anything), I would tend to overdo it. I would be at the top of the hill as the little snowball and then come rolling down wildly out of control, growing bigger, and smashing everything in my path until…crash. Project complete. Forever. More than likely unfinished as well and in shambles haha. So living the life I lead now, in the New, in my Journey, the dawnings continue. Something very profound occurred to me on a run one day. I was hitting this hill and began to do as I always do…pick up speed and momentum. I got to the top and started down the other side and realized…going downhill does not feel natural. It’s awkward and clumsy, and I have to slow down due to the awkward nature of running downhill. I remembered a small but very important line at the end of Chapter X in Christian D. Larson’s, Your Forces and How to Use Them, found right here actually:

The optimist lives under a clear sky; the pessimist lives in a fog. The pessimist hesitates, and loses both time and opportunity; the optimist makes the best use of everything now, and builds himself up, steadily and surely, until all adversity is overcome and the object in view realized. The pessimist curbs his energies and concentrates his whole attention upon failure; the optimist gives all his thought and power to the attainment of success, and arouses his faculties and forces to the highest point of efficiency. The pessimist waits for better times, and expects to keep on waiting; the optimist goes to work with the best that is at hand now, and proceeds to create better times. The pessimist pours cold water on the fires of his own ability; the optimist adds fuel to those fires. The pessimist links his mind to everything that is losing ground; the optimist lives, thinks and works with everything that is determined to press on. The pessimist places a damper on everything; the optimist gives life, fire and go to everything. The optimist is a building force; the pessimist is always an obstacle in the way of progress. The pessimist lives in a dark, soggy unproductive world, the optimist lives in that mental sunshine that makes all things grow.

The Optimist is a Building Force. I thought of that, and I had the image of the snowball going uphill. Steadily, surely, perpetually, growing in size and strength. Physically, Mentally, and Spiritually. Regulated and in control. All three of the aspects that I continue to cultivate and develop daily. I Am You, and You are the Snowball as well. Which way will you roll? Choice. I love it.

The Resonance

So I have water on my mind.  And IN my mind for that matter. In my Body.  There are so many facets of The Shift, My Shift, that it is hard to just nail it down into one tidy package.  It’s spread out. Like the Universe.  I would like to take a stab at blending metaphysics and science, or at least a particular part of science that is still being explored as I think that the surface has barely been scratched.

I would say that January 2013 is when I dove into the deep end of my Shift, although it had been making attempts to push through for the past 20 plus years prior to. Once I Let Go, once I Surrendered, I embarked on a journey that I had no idea the heights I would be taking myself to. Onto the Heights in which I still travel in this moment.

I am looking at an aspect here of the whole Mind/Body/Spirit, and not completely sure where this is going to take me as I type.  I know where I want it to lead me, but then again we don’t always get what we expect. I am a fan of the Surprise haha.

In the Shift, I had no idea what I was doing. I made a Plan. I began to execute the plan. Week in and week out.  During this Plan (and still do) I would be doing things like: saying daily affirmations (eg: The Optimist Creed), daily prayer, meditation (eg: breathing focus, toning), fueling my body with the most effective and efficient nutrition (eg: spirulina, chlorella, chia), physical training (eg: running, circuit).  By April, four months later, I began to feel something in the center of my body.  Warm, light.  I noticed this for a couple of weeks and it wasn’t really bugging me too much, but I just had this…..”What Is This???” feeling.  Over and over.  What is this? I never felt anything like it before.  I knew it was important though.  Something wonderful.  Finally, one day it came to me.  The Voice in my head as I’ve come to call    It.  “Peace”.  This is Peace.  I fell in love with that Peace and over time it has transmuted into so much more.  May get into that another time.  Childlike wonder began to overtake me (I’m chuckling.  Still have it). 

Fast forward one year.  By April 2014, I had begun to grow exponentially more than what I was. Grabbing new things to read and trying new things to explore.  I found a book by Emoto Masaru, The Hidden Messages in Water (also wrote Messages from Water) which I had briefly heard a little bit about.  Water being affected by music, words, and intention. Beautifully shaped crystals being formed as a result of a piece by Chopin, words like Love and Gratitude, and prayer.  The water absorbing and taking on these things and responding in kind by forming exquisite crystalline shapes .  I won’t get into the specifics behind the process of the photography and whatnot, but the result of reading this book opened up a new chapter in my Life. Something became very abundantly clear. And it was almost like a “Duh” AND an “Aha!” moment almost at once.

Depending on where you check online or whatever other source, the human being is comprised between 60-75% water.  A year later and I finally got it.  I changed the composition of the molecules in my body.  The water within me.  Responding to my affirmations, prayers, and meditation.  I was doing this with my own intentions reflecting inward. The Resonance with water.  The resonance of the water within Me.  I Am Water.  I Am Peace.

The Power to achieve Inner Peace is within you.  You have to make a commitment to yourself though.  Make it a part of your routine like brushing your teeth.  Make it a part of yourself and always begin each day at Peace.  And with all this there is an incredible by-product as the Universe begins to wonderfully change around you, and amazing things happen.


The Magic Cube

This was the Buddha’s reply when asked to sum up all his teachings in one word.  I am aware of many things and unaware of even many more.  There is the Mystery.  The Veil (illusion?) of all that we see which covers the unseen.
It’s funny.  It’s beautiful.  The Universe.  I like to think of the Universe as this grand symphony but the more playful side of me thinks of it as a Rubik’s Cube.  I received my first Rubik’s Cube in the early 80s.  Never solved it.  Well I did.  I didn’t.  I cheated.  Took it apart and put it back together with all the sides perfect.  Several months after my Shift last year I started to have this strange notion about the Universe being like a Rubik’s Cube.  One day I found myself face to face with the cube at a store (thinking:  they are still around, huh) and did not hesitate to bring it home with me.  It is always turning/moving.  The Universe.  Without end.  Always continuously in motion.  So I had this idea which went in conjunction with the Law of Attraction (which is an absolute reality).  The idea being that when you send out a thought/wish/desire/a Whatever It Is then the Universe goes into motion to line up the sides.  Here’s the thing though.  The Universe has no concept of time.  So when that intent you set forth from your consciousness goes out and the Universe goes to work you have no idea when it will come to fruition.  I like to think of it as the Surprise.  A problem with the Majority is that since society has become so instantaneous (everything the click of a button, snap of the finger) they lose their motivation, their desire wanes, it falters, it moves into another direction.  The sides of the Rubik’s Cube may have been a week away from lining up, and then a change of mind/thought/feeling and then the sides start spinning in a different direction.  This is why so many may feel this helter skelter type of life.  If you are Patient though, you’re perseverance will pay off.  I’m extremely patient, and I also want for nothing.  My intentions are out there and if they do not come to fruition until two days before I move on out this physical vessel, then so be it.  It is really incredible though.  You watch the sides turn all the time.  Every action, every thought (yours/anyones), every movement.  A gentleman is walking down the road and sees a beautiful butterfly that reminds him of a special day when he was a child, he looks up at the sky and smiles, just when a lady is driving down the road and sees this man looking up and smiling, she smiles herself and not knowing why, but when she gets to the stop sign, she decides to turn left and go to the local flower store instead of going home, and as she turns, a bird sitting by the side of the road realizes that it’s time to fly or almost get hit by the big moving metal thing, and takes off, lands a couple miles away in a park, but has no time to rest as a big dog comes running after  it, the owner of the dog, starts yelling “Charlie! Charlie!”, as a man running with his headphones on hears Charlie! being yelled over the sound of the beat, which makes him think of his uncle Charlie that passed away several years before, and tells himself to visit his grave soon……………all of these things working together for You.  For Me.



An Empath. A Story.

So.  This is what it is.  A shorty story by the venerable BenGi.  Like some stories out there, this one is based on real life events.  And we’ll call it:

The Big Sting
A Love Story

The Painter was diligently at work.  Painting his grandmother’s house a year after she died.  One fine painting day, the Painter, who actually is a young man, no more than a boy, discovered a small wasp nest.  Not to worry, thought the Painter, he remembered an incident from his childhood where all the boys and girls at the bus stop were running around screaming because they were all being stung by bees, due to a mischievous child who brought shaving cream and sprayed it on all the boys and girls…including the Painter, who was…untouched by the stings.  All the children were taken to the hospital except one.  So in remembering this, the Painter felt no worries about these pesky creatures.  This is how he thought of them.  Pesky pests.  To be exterminated and removed.  He went about the steps to remove them with wasp spray, a garden hose etc.  All was going well until………OUCH!!!  HE STUNG MY EAR!!!  How DARE HE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  So following this event, the Painter developed an aversion to all types of waspy/stingy/bee things.  A hatred.  A fear.  Something he carried with him in his Heart.

Next thing you know…the Painter grew into a man.  A man who has realized the interconnectedness of All Things, and that all creatures great and small, insect, rock, plant…even a porcelain cup.  All Connected.

One day, the Painter came home from work (actually Friday, 30 May 2014).  He was going about the usual things, and came in to see the Lovely Marion (plant) growing in splendor and aliveness.  Then all of the sudden, the Painter detected movement to the left…the window…in between the window and the screen.  A WASP.  Not just any wasp mind you, but a giantly mutated huge wasp.  The king/queen of wasps.  Flying/walking around and around desperately trying to escape its prison.  Did I mention it was ENORMOUS?  The Painter kind of shook his head and was like, Damn brother, sucks to be you.  The Painter knew how this situation would end.  He would continue on with his life and would one day see the remains of the trapped wasp awaiting removal.  And that would be that.  The Painter would remember how much pain that the wasp had inflicted on him…..inflicted on him for… what…..murdering its family?…destroying his home?  The Painter, in a flash, forgave the wasp, and most of all, forgave himself for the hatred he had carried.  The Resolution was made to save Super Wasp.  It would not endure the same fate as other trapped insects would go through.  Just waiting to die.  He developed a plan, a strategy, a Rescue Mission.  The Painter watched him for about a minute.  Scrambling in a panic for escape.  He could feel the desperation.  That was that.  What am I going to need?, thought the Painter.  A bowl, a sheet of thick paper.  Got them.  Went back to the window and set them there as the Painter continued to get ready to enter Nighttime Ops.  After about 30min, and all the conditions were set for the evening, it was Time.  The Painter went to the window, prepared to open, place the bowl on the wasp, slide the sheet of paper through (as he had many many times in the past for spiders), gently pull away from the window, placing subtle pressure, walking to the front door, and Release.  He rehearsed it in his mind.  He knew exactly how this would go, except for one small thing…The wasp was…Gone.  As a matter of fact, he doesn’t even remember seeing him when he brought his Release Equipment gear over.  He opens the window and inspects the screen, no holes, no where he could discern an escape (or entrance) around the edge of the frame.  He was just Gone.

This is the Universe/God/Source, all of these things at once.  When you truly give in, Surrender (NOT Give Up!), the Universe will Work With You In All Things.

The Painter, who at one time was a little boy with nothing but Love in his Heart, who grew into a confused young man, who transmuted into a man with a renewed limitless Love back into his Heart once again………….thinks of The Wasp, and is still utterly, completely, and absolutely in Awe of this Power.



I’m not much the story teller.  I’ve been kicking around the idea of Getting Things Out for quite a while.  It has been almost a year now that I have known I was an Empath.  So going through 43yrs not knowing……but Knowing something… I remember going out somewhere(s) with my ex-wife (party, family reunion, etc) and she would always say to me…What’s wrong with you???  I would either clam up, want to get away, or say something ridiculous…until I drank something.  That usually “helped”.  Never knew why…………..I’m not sure how to eventually get this out, but I know that once I did surrender, I also knew that it was for the Highest Good.  I am looking to Help as many as I can before I leave this three dimensional existence.    I will take a look at going thru The Shift I experienced approx. one year, eight months ago………….and then we’ll go from there.