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We all have those self-defeating thoughts, well at least many do…ok maybe it is just me?! Like a roller coaster ride, as we have written before, up and down thrashing left to right on a ride called life.

Some twist and turns enjoyable but others not so. Having ridden so many roller coasters such as loop de loops, corkscrews, 1,000 foot drops, backwards or even Mach 1 speeds, do we become immune to or do we get bored of the ride. Just tired of the roller coasters. Not of roller coasters per se but the rides we have been on already. Maybe the roller coasters are no longer thrilling? They have lost their thrill.

My mother used to tell me this story about a little bird:

There once was little bid who loved life to the fullest. Flying from tree to tree, dodging capture and hunted for its game. This bird grew bored with her home, so she went out searching for greater things.

She flew to neighboring villages, even across deep blue sea. Once nearly getting eaten by a shark or splatting into an old 65 Cutlass Supreme and riding/ hanging on for dear life. She was living to the fullest.

Something remained void within her. She no longer wanted to fly. A mother panther found her crying on a rotted stump, upon returning to her home.

Bird didn’t want to get up, perch or sing, she just wanted to sleep all day.

One day, at morning Sun, a message came to her. In the distance she could see what appeared to be musical notes, travelling in her direction. Feeling a vibratory song perching on her own chest, she felt a strong pull to the highest of branches.

She flew with such vigor, great passion…straight to the top of Mighty Oak. A song emerged from somewhere Greater, “for this is why we sing.” Little bird sang everyday with a new discovery of Great Mystery.

In her final moments, she realized she was a part of something greater all along and with her final wish of being more like Mighty Oak, selfless and deeply rooted, She Became.

Our story is created in our own minds, whether true or false, certified or make believe, everything is created in our minds. Some will tell of precise recipes, selling ‘how to’ or ‘fix all,’ others we will insist we take this or that to cure ourselves. Truth is…we need only be present with our thoughts, allowing ebb and flow. Acknowledging and allowing them to pass…or we pluck them from our trade of thought. One by one, re-creating our thought process, our daily Canvas, plucking and choosing which words or thoughts to affix Upon our Canvas.

Physical or mental…Spirit remains. Tapping into Greater, our physical and/or mental strain returns to Source of All There IS. Single breath…It Is So.

~Ani Po

Some may find this in disbelief with words of a madman, truly I say to you I Am and these are merely The Way of my beliefs.