I AM, the movie

No, I don't have illogical aspirations of being in a movie.  I recently saw a documentary directed by Tom Shadyac (The Nutty Professor, Ace Ventura, among others) called I AM.  After suffering a brain injury and recovering he decided to go out and ask some of our global thinkers, leaders, philosophers, writers, etc. two questions: What's wrong with our world and how can we change it.  The film, inspiring, and at times a little campy, ends with the conclusion that by asking what was wrong with the world, they discovered, through insightful conversations and applied science, that, in fact, there is a lot quite RIGHT with the world, starting with me, or you or that concept of I AM. 

I AM is a major tenet in Science of Mind philosophy.  So, I, quite obviously was enthusiastic about the film.  It reminds me a lot of "What the Bleep We Don't Know" and even a little of "The Secret".  All three films have a scientific/mystical slant in which the ideas we humans have taken for granted as the basis for science, politics, governance, societal functionality are essentially blown apart and laid out before the viewer as if to say, "what do you see?" 


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When things are blown apart, the parts are scattered around, pieces shredded and things are left unrecognizable.  I mean, I have never been in war and I don't think I've ever, specifically seen things "blown apart".  Only images on television and movies, come to mind.  But I do have a pretty good idea of what it's like for shit to fall apart.  Science of Mind would assert that it is in this devastation and deconstruction that truth emerges. 

From my own personal experience, I would agree. 

Much of the music I listen to, many of the books I read, plenty of the people I speak with all reaffirm this basic truth: Love is All There Really Is.  When love is missing from the equation, it often means something is amiss.  Someone has run afoul; something has run amok; somewhere has become the reality of now. 

In the documentary, a scientist is filmed asserting science-based research data that shows that our heart outweighs and out-performs our brain in decision-making, reacting to different environmental factors and in the end, living our lives.  In fact, they conducted study after study in which hearts were able to predict outcomes with accuracy based on "feelings" put off by our hearts.  Our heart knows the simple, animalistic fact of nature that we are all united, connected and universally one.  Nothing and no one is against us. 

When things go wrong, and they will most certainly do so, it's not our responsibility to control the course of events to follow our perceived path of choice, but rather be like the leaf on the tree that flits and flutters in the wind of change.   Affixed but flexible, alive and connected but with destiny for other roles and functions.  And what's so darn impressive is that "fixed and determined" nature of Nature at present is the Absolute Truth that the only thing we can count on is CHANGE. 

So, in this influx of permeability, there is an under-riding truth of inconsistency.

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I have had situations where I regretted what I said or did. I, even most recently, have had my "late night blog posts" where I regretted posting what I posted the morning after.  My brother, with whom I seek the utmost respect and approval, has often expressed disapproval for my blog because he feels that personal emotions and feelings should not necessarily be placed out "there" for the total public to read, debate and discuss.   He thinks it's not really my "right to share" this information with the general public because they may find it offending. 

I can see his point of view. But then, my addiction for blogging takes over.  There is something magical for me when writing....  I feel totally connected and alive.  I feel whole and unique.  And I like that. 

Since I’ve started blogging, I've only had positive responses to what I write.   Maybe only supporters are reading my blog. Or maybe I’ve not mass-marketed it enough to receive true, unadulterated criticism. To be honest, I am not really concerned about it. 

In general, I am happy blogging. It serves some kind of need within my soul, whether it be connection internally or a connection to my higher source. Blogging seems to feed some need I have to validate my own experiences.

So, recently I was in a class for Self Mastery.  As a group we were tasked with surrounding one another and giving each other "love bombs" of compliments. 

As I let go and fell into the experience, my classmates seemed to become enchanted and began softly whispering various compliments. They said things like, “you are beautiful, you are an awesome mother, you are sexy and strong, I like your hair, your smile, your eyes, you seem intelligent, practical, etc…”

At first, it was very uncomfortable. In fact, I had a physical reaction where I began experiencing a throbbing sensation in my neck. Then, I noticed that my shoulders sort of curled forward all on their own and my hands were shoved into my pockets.   I felt nauseous.  I had a physical reaction to their comments.   I felt like I was twelve years old.


In a recent relationship class, we were asked to bring a picture of ourselves as children to share.  This simple activity opened up a new insight for me in terms of how I see others and more importantly how I see myself.  We are all still those cute, innocent, perfectly content children in the pictures of our past.  Yet, we all too often forget this when we behave like children as adults.

I've been in other situations in my life where, let's say, someone else has experienced some kind of totally embarrassing situation.  Instead of finding fault with that person, or taking advantage of their vulnerability, I often feel tremendous compassion and empathy for them.  I don't know if they can sense it.  I do it anyway. 

The truth is that we are all beautiful, innocent, smart, sexy, talented, inspiring, loyal and necessary. Without this truth, we’d be nothing more than the dust and rocks that scatter the Earth. We are, after all, human beings as Infinite Spirit incarnate.   We really are as pure in heart as a two year old but we forget it.  The Indigo Girls have this one song in which they say (and I am paraphrasing) "we are sculpted from youth, the chipping away makes me weary". 

We put limits, rules, judgements and expectations on things that need no embellishment.  Only openness and acceptance.  

And that is when I realize that the idea of ‘right to share’ has little to do with actual validity, but more with ego’s limitation of who one thinks they may be.    Ego can limit when there is nothing for which to limit.  I am not saying my brother has an ego problem for which he is limited in his mind and spirit.  I am saying, that for me, personally, sharing my gift, which is me, unabashedly here is all that I have.  

I am therefore, so grateful for the understanding that I am more than what my ego has defined me to be.   I realize I take on certain risks with this affirmation, but, quite frankly, I am open to the Universal Law of YES!  Just as an innocent child says YES! to pretty much everything, I am willing to say YES to life as I experience it.