Guitar Chords Marvelous Light

Meeting my inner coach

Throughout our lives, our guides in the internal bus in situations where we can have a clearer picture of ourselves, our world and our future. Sometimes the path may be turbulent, as the person tries to close his eyes to the magnificent view. However, when the personality reopens the inner guidance, clarity of the light illuminates the previously darkened world.

For a college student search, Europe held the promise some answers to the perennial questions of nineteen years of age: What is the meaning of life? Why am I here? Where do I fit? What special contributions I have to offer?

I desperately needed some corner of the universe that makes sense to me. I longed for more meaningful answers to important questions of life than I was in the gym or American culture. Foreign films are my passion, along with continental cuisine and the early Impressionists. I made my pilgrimage to Europe to dive into the societies that spawned all of Western civilization. Near the end of my travels, I visited an intact, two thousand year old Roman Coliseum, in southern France. The arena was a remarkably symmetrical structure, eternally balanced and bold.

This forum of ancient culture that once made the gladiators, flamboyant circuses and other vehicles of public entertainment for imperial Rome now hosted bullfights for modern Europe. Find a place in the crowd, I decided to stay and watch the performance. As I took the brilliant spectacle of color and party split in the historic structure, an irrepressible harmony and beauty overwhelmed me.
The first bull charged into the ring, shaking his head noble side to side as he ran around the room. The crowd stood as one, cheering wildly. The lithe, brightly costumed matador strides toward the bull so far, confident steps. He shook his brilliant cover and stamped his feet. A murmur of expectation ran through the audience.

Shaking his cloak again, the killer has challenged the huge beast before him. The bull charged. I was amazed at the elegance of the killer as he calmly articulated far from the animal to attack a few scant inches from your body. Again and again, the bull charged and the killer turned away, barely escaping the sharp horns. It was a dance. The huge bull fiercely wholesale and graciously gave the killer turns away. I found myself cheering with the other spectators.

By then, I understood the rhythm of the crowd. So when an expectant silence fell over the Coliseum, I felt something sinister is about to happen. The enraged animal lunged his tormentor. A reflection of something shiny caught my eye. Then I saw the source of brightness, a sharp steel blade, the air ready to strike. I recoiled in horror as the blade entered the first of the beast back. My senses reeled as a sword after another plunged into the bull was weakening. Bitter bile rose in my throat as more happily beribboned spears were pushed to the perplexed, mortally wounded animal. Stunned, I watched as slowly, very slowly, the force of life without meaning was drained from a creature, once vibrant.

I witnessed three bulls die that afternoon. As the third victim fell to his knees, the blood which unites one of the two beasts, my numbness gave way to a growing aversion to killing "civilized" the old arena. Crying out loud, "I can not be part of that! This is not me!" I stumbled blindly out of the Coliseum to the street.

My heart beating against my ribs, ran to the solitude of my car. I had traveled to the Old World to find my place in the sun and bask in the glow of wisdom, principles and traditions of Western civilization. In the Colosseum, the performance became evident that I was horribly wrong. A civilization that wished to cultivate the qualities unchanged of life, liberty, fraternity, equality and compassion, in fact, dedicating this magnificent classical structure for the systematic destruction of the spirit of life.

The bullfight was a metaphor for the inevitable disturbing aspects of Western culture that I did not want to face. Still fairly new to the planet, I wanted to remain optimistic and confident. But my innocence and faith were difficult to sustain in the face of cruelty of constant war of humanity, social hypocrisy and intolerance religious.
My father was a lawyer and a politician. Even at my tender age, I had discovered the corruption and lies within the inner circle of most Establishment. I could not reconcile the claim, the altruistic principles of world political, religious and social with real actions taken by those entities. To my young eyes, very little that our system, proclaimed to be true turned out to be accurate. I could see by Native Americans, lamented, "Man White speaks with forked tongue. "All my life I witnessed modern man saying one thing and do another. I could see duplicity in every branch of civilization West. "I can not fit this culture," I grated out loud. "There is no place for me in this two-faced, the company misleading. My spirit is not will allow it. My heart can not afford it. "

As he drove away from the Colosseum and the treacherous crime against the life that I witnessed, my heart slowed to its normal rhythm. Back at my hotel, I contemplated what I had discovered. Calming, I moved the trial for discernment, assessment subjective observation. I just saw the situation for what it was: I do not belong. I realized that my mind was not especially designed for fit into a particular civilization. This was not my culture, this was not my house. And I saw that I needed to distance myself from the values of modern society.

Accept without reservation this revelation provoked a fleeting glimpse inside of my true nature and destiny. At the time, I was not able to identify and understand the importance of vision. But somehow, at that moment, I knew that my spirit is here to express and move completely out of society in which I grew up. I'm supposed to living culture, but not be part of it. I saw my true purpose and mission is not to fit this civilization, but to actually create a new culture. 'm be part of a movement that will bring a whole new vein of original, soft human on Earth.

But what movement? With whom? And what should I do to get more details?

Suddenly I felt a strong sense of imminent danger. Feeling terribly alone in my newfound awareness, I recognized I was in danger of being immersed in a society that appears as a defender of life, while in reality he was a killer of spirit. Fear gripped me. I entered panic, I'm not safe here. My soul is in danger!

The next morning, my eyes began to burn and burn. My vision was blurred. Into a few weeks, I was losing my vision in both eyes.

Increasingly unable to enjoy my trips, or even to drive safely, I cut My short trip to Europe. Going to my parents' house in Pennsylvania, I expected to recognize and get my bearings straight again. By the time I reached my house childhood in the U.S., my vision was completely gone in both eyes. The lights went out. I saw only darkness inside and out. My parents flew across the country ophthalmologists who seek treatment for my grief mysterious. No doctor can help my situation, or even diagnose the cause of the problem. Establishment doctor told me I would have to "live with it." My dream in life was to make movies. My time is important in college and ask vocation was cinema. Young energetic in the prime of my life and a completely healthy, I was a filmmaker said he was living with total blindness!

Admonition bold Dylan Thomas "reverberated in my head," Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light! "He was, of course, referring to the fight against death. The advice of doctors to live in total darkness was, for me, as once a vibrant visual artist, a virtual death sentence. For the first month of my blindness, who disappeared in despair without comfort. I wanted to die. I do not want to live blind and dependent on my parents for daily care. As a painter, sculptor, photographer and filmmaker, my primary connection and nutrition, life had always come through my eyes. I felt lost in a dark, Black Sea, fear, sadness and resentment. I could not be civil with my parents, who were so loving in his patience and tolerance in front of my ranting anger and resentment.

I sank about from as low as a human being can go wallow in self-pity and bitterness. After a month of dismay, I woke up one day with the idea of getting a guitar for play. It was as if the notion had been placed in my head somehow by someone or something out of me. I had never played a musical instrument, but I asked my mother to buy me an acoustic guitar. She was so ecstatic I was really showing interest in something, anything, that she readily complied. I taught myself how to play the notes and chords. Although I was not aware of the traditional styles of jazz, I developed a natural, personal style of music similar to what might be called "jazz guitar".

The pure sounds of this simple string instrument helped me build a bridge to life again. I reached a point where the music was enough of a reason to get out of bed every morning and go through the difficulties of dealing with the world as a blind person. I still remember the feeling of the moment that I decided I wanted to live again. It is a point reference and a source of energy for me now when I get discouraged or negative about how my life is unfolding.

Enriched with the strength of my recent musical connection, I began the long road back to the level of openness and enthusiasm to live once I took for granted. I played it, and sang with the birds outside the window my room. I slowly recharged my soul. Gradually, I pried my heart open again to feel and experience the joy of being alive. I restored my confidence in myself. I reconnected with the nutrition of the world outside of me.

As I re-opened to the smells, tastes, touch and sounds of the physical universe, I spontaneously began to develop a sixth sense that I never seen before. I could "feel" where the furniture was located in my way as I walked through the house, steering wheel success around chairs and half doors. I could feel "the presence of a person in the room before the person spoke or made a sound. I could even tell when someone approached our house and about to ring the bell.

Then one day, I felt an energy, a non-physical presence in my room. The sensation felt in the same how a person feels, yet distinctly different. The energy of presence was much more vibrant and penetrating than the presence of a human being. The phenomenon was even more dramatic and impressive than when my friend nonphysical St. Germain come visit me. I felt an energy like before, when I was alone in nature and when I was in church. Instinctively, I began talking with this Presence, asking who or what it was. I received a reply "in the form of waves of love, soothing vibration that radiates from the location of the Presence in the room and at the same time, a most intimate part of me! I felt this energy emanating care simultaneously outside and inside of my body.

Once comfortable with the presence of vibration, although not yet determined their origin or nature, I started asking him questions aloud. "What happened to my vision? What can I do to see again?" Having recently gone blind, my concerns were too narrowly focused at the moment!

At first, I just felt waves of assurance that everything was in order and continue along its proper course. These guarantees vibrational made no sense to me conceptually, but I felt the inner truth of their importation. I was definitely put at ease by the strength and perseverance of these messages energy Presence.

At the time, I had a vague suspicion that the presence was a mystical combination of the Spirit, or God, and one aspect of me, maybe I my superior. My obsession about my vision cleared completely lost my curiosity or need to understand the nature of this healing presence. I do not need continue its identity in any measure. I was just grateful for a friend of any kind in my prison of darkness.

Calmed in a genuine state of gratitude, I began to shed the cloak of despair and frustration that I had built over the last two months of my stint in infinite darkness. I began to really appreciate the time blindness offered me to relax, contemplate the important issues of life and develop my newfound relationship to music, I and this mystery presence. I even decided I could live the rest of my life blind, if that was what was supposed to be! My quiet acceptance of fate can really surprised me in time.
Par In my youth, I innately assumed that my blindness had something to do with a lesson or truth, I needed to learn about life. I knew intuitively as a severe disability had to be part of a larger scheme or purpose. I felt the challenge of blindness was playing some kind of role in the development of my personal spiritual plane game.

When diving into the depths of the soul in search of personal truth, I see that you receive an answer depends on asking the right questions. The focus of my consultations Presence changed. I asked for enlightenment on the spiritual meaning and value of me go blind. I knew very well the negative effect of my blindness, but I wanted whether the beneficial effect of this limitation to my spirit.

As I pursued this new range of investigation, I began to recognize as a nightmare because I happening to me. At the same time from within me and all-encompassing presence came the insight that I was looking for.

My intuitive understanding came in two levels: the personality and soul. In terms of personality, I had decided at the Coliseum which was essential for me to find a way to decrease my exposure to public scrutiny and dissemination. I was afraid that people discover that I was seeing through the charade cruel society. My psychological strategy was to make me appear powerless and innocuous that I would not be seen by society as a threat. With the emotional logic of an ostrich burying its head in the sand, I was unconsciously trying protect me from being discovered. If I could not see, I would not be seen! If I could not see, society does not know what I was seeing through his veneer of deceptive pretend to be a compassionate civilization. To be safe, I felt I needed to become invisible to the culture. Then the company would not detect my revelations and personal judgments about its integrity. At the same time, this tactic seemed perfectly reasonable to me as a person with fear.

On a more fundamental level understanding, my blindness was invaluable to my soul. Banished to solitude dark, I was forced to go inside, and in doing so, discovered the existence the Spirit in the form of presence and my inner coach in the form of intuition. I felt very happy!

From my "dark night of the soul," I I learned that I can use my intuition rather than a physical disability, to protect me. Can I use my insight to discern the truth of situations, in order to respond accurately and keep me safe in the world. I can look (intuition) behind the scenes of situations to find a deeper reality, a a more basic and real than what is appearing on the surface through the perception of my personality. With this intuitive approach, I can navigate more effectively and safely through the world of human affairs.

Also, I am very aware of the comfort and clarity of communication have forged a directly with the Spirit of God. How is my dialogue with my trainer recently discovered inside my connection to the Divine Presence is a blessing eternal that enriches every moment of my life.

Within hours of our achievements, events began to unfold that eventually brought back to my vision complete. In order to reverse the direction of my life, I changed my diet and lifestyle, as well as my attitude. I started to eat fresh, natural whole foods. I began to exercise daily again, even taking long walks outside guided only by my new friend, my sixth sense. I took yoga and meditation. As has become a formidable resentful and victim in a strong source and grateful-rer, my vision gradually returned complete.

Seeing life with this fresh attitude and approach, I discovered that the root the insensitivity of people and cruelty to others, animals and the earth is the fear of people to live life honestly and fully. Now I see how I can use my ideas to help people dissolve that fear. Instead of hiding from life in blindness or playing small, dumb or weak, I can use my powers of perception and heightened awareness to benefit humanity.

The plague of blindness turned out to be, in fact, a gift of power. For any question, I now go into the consulting inside my coach until I find the flow pure, undiluted acquaintance that flows behind the scenes of every event on the planet. To embrace the expression of the soul that underlies all human affairs, I look beneath the surface manifestation of issues. I call the eternal state of being within each person and for the unity and free behind all semblance of separation and conflict. I delve into the nature of the unpleasant circumstances to find a reality that is central more primary than what is appearing on the surface of human experience. I no longer accept any other interpretation of the truth of divine purpose the creation of each situation. This deeper meaning can heal and transform any circumstance.

To this day, I use my coach for interior stay safe, big game and keep my vision clear. I use my power abroad to help others to transform the darkness of the surface of their lives to the inner light of true understanding.

About the Author

Drawing from the wisdom of native and ancient spiritual traditions, Keith Varnum shares his 30 years of practical success as an author, personal coach, acupuncturist, filmmaker, radio host, restaurateur, vision quest guide and international seminar leader with “The Dream Workshops”. Keith helps people get the love, money, and health they want with his F-r-e-e Prosperity Ezine, F-r-e-e Abundance Tape and F-r-e-e Coaching at www.TheDream.com

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