Reflecting on Personal Safety and Happiness.

Dr. Wayne Dyer wrote a book a decade or two ago titled How to Get What You Really, Really, Really Want.

I recommend the book. You can also get the DVD from Netflix and elsewhere if you want to be entertained by Dyer’s charm and style as you work on your inner and outer life.

Part of Dyer’s teaching is that what you pay attention to you will get more of in your life.

For instance, if I pay a lot of attention to the fear mongering about personal safety, terrorism, the need to be armed to protect myself and my family, I start thinking maybe I should buy a firearm. Then I remind myself that firearms are so dangerous to children, I try to weight the safety/risk factors of dangerous intruders to my home versus a dangerous device that lives with me and the next thing I know I am reading news stories about children dying through firearm accidents. Holy smoke! I could have been reading Gandhi, or Martin Luther King Jr. or Holiness, the Dalai Lama.

Is that guy laughing at me?

A corollary wisdom in Dyer’s book is just like you can get more of what you want in your life by attending to it, you can also get more of what you don’t like in your life by attending to it.

Here is great recovery poem that reflects some of that wisdom:

Life in Five Short Chapters

CHAPTER 1

I walk down the street.
There’s a deep hole in the sidewalk.
And I fall in.
I am lost. I am helpless. It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

CHAPTER 2

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it. I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in the same place.
But it isn’t my fault.
It takes a long time to get out.

CHAPTER 3

I walk down the same street and there is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it there, and still I fall in.
It’s a habit.
But my eyes are open and I know where I am.
It is my fault and I get out immediately.

CHAPTER 4

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

CHAPTER 5

I walk down a different street.

By Portia Nelson

 

So I walk down a different street.

 

 

I want to pack the kind of heat that these guys packed, Satyagraha, Soul Force.