Technology!

I’m a great fan of gagety things, but I have to say that this one takes the cake.

The iPhone!!!

 

You become what you think about….

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Adrian Sutil after the race:

"It’s a shame – you focus so much and think you can do it, but the car was just out of control at the end. I had the same feeling as Monaco – it’s hard to believe when you are in the car and then suddenly you lose it and it’s all over from such a great position.”

 

Ones feelings, of course, come from what one thinks about.

 

Don’t think of the colour blue Adrian!

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There is a story about an adventurer traveling across the desert searching for his fortune. But not the Paulo Coelho one.  It goes that one night the traveler was visited by a Genie in a dream. In the dream the Genie told the traveler that in the morning if he walked in the direction that the wind was coming from he would after a few hours stumble across an old wooden and brass chest. In the chest were all sorts of riches – jewels and gold and all the traveler had to do to gain access to the chest was not to think of the colour blue as he opened it. But he would only have one chance.

This reminds me of an experience of my own when doing a police motorcycle training course organized by the Chertsey traffic center in the mid ’70′s. We were told in this course to avoid manhole covers in the road because manhole covers are slippery when wet, and that reminds me of another story but perhaps not now. The problem for me was try as hard as I could not to, I went straight over the manhole covers. I told the instructor this and he asked me where I was looking, "Well at the manholes" I said. "You will always go in the direction you place your attention, look to one side" said the copper. It worked.

When the traveler woke in the morning he set out in the direction of the wind and sure enough he found the chest. As he sat cross legged in the sand with the chest in his lap. As he tried to open it he said to himself "Don’t think of the colour blue". Of course he didn’t get the chest open. You see, before you can’t think about what you don’t want to think about, you have to think about it.

I watched Adrian Sutil as Lewis Hamilton came up behind him last Sunday and hoped that he was not trying not to think of Kimi Raikkonen slamming into the back of him at Monaco last year and loosing a points finish for himself and his team. I was hoping he had a clear picture of the chequered flag in his mind. I wonder?

 

Galileo Galilee, Stephen Hawking, reincarnation and a coincidence of dates.

I watched a TV documentary about Stephen Hawking recently on BBC TV.

Similarities were drawn, as is often the case, between the work of Hawking and Galileo, both being renown physicists.

The program pointed out that Stephen Hawking and Galileo Galilee have a date in common. The date is 8th January. In Galileo’s case 1642 and in Stephen’s case 1942.

The coincidence is that Galileo Galilee died on 8th January 1642 and Stephen Hawking was born on 8th January 1942, 300 years to the day after Galileo died.

Galileo was much troubled for his beliefs, amongst others, that the earth rotated around the sun, he was persecuted, threatened with death and after apologising for his erroneous ways was eventually allowed to spend the end of his days under house arrest.

After that lot, if Galileo had decided to reincarnate, I bet he would have chosen to return as someone who did not appear to be a threat.

Hey Presto!

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The Unconscious Mind and a Red Tractor

We seem to hear so much about the unconscious mind these days, NLPers and hypnotherapists tells us that the unconscious is the secret to our success, that access to our unconscious is the Xanadu of self-improvement. We are also told that our dreams are a window on our unconscious. 

   

Now, I’m not saying they are wrong, no sir! Indeed, I think in principal they are right. But I had a dream the other night, and in my dream appeared a Red Tractor. When I say appeared, I mean that one-split-second it was not there and the next it was, quick as a flash. An old-fashioned Red Tractor with solid tyres in a field in the sunshine, viewed from inside a barn with the door open. It didn’t appear slowly all shrouded in mist gradually materialising from the sleeping giant, my unconscious. 

Now the question I asked myself was “What is so unconscious about that?”. 

Maybe you could call me An Old Hair Splitter, but I would call that more subconscious than unconcious.

Of course when I say one-split-second I mean that it seemed like one-split-second. It could have been most of the night! 

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Spiritual Healing

Last Friday evening a friend came up to me and said, “I’ve just qualified as a spiritual healer”.

I wondered who had signed the certificate.