The Power of Words

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The Power of Words

It’s happening!
Your biggest dreams.
Your worst nightmares.
America is getting better.
America is getting worse.
You are about to meet the love of your life.
You are unlovable.
Whatever you are CONVINCED is happening, is happening.
Words have power – they are that transition stage between the embryo of idea, and the finished physical reality. All tragedies and all masterpieces go through this same process.
Idea –> Word –> Reality
Ideas don’t turn themselves into reality;
Humans have to put energy into the ideas to manufacture them into the world of 3 dimensions.
First it’s emotional energy, and then that leads to physical energy.
WORDS are like a coloring book – we humans then show up and fill in the black and white lines with the colors of our emotional and then, physical energy.
“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.”
We are creators. Miniature Gods of our own small realms of influence.
Words are the way our creations – be they evil or good – are first manifest into the world.
Mastering the power of the WORD is an essential step toward becoming more powerful creators… of becoming more like the most skilled creator of all.
Say what you mean. Mean what you say.
I’ve found this principle to be secret of my successes and the fuel for all of my failures.
Vote for Gary Johnson.
much love –
Paul Duane

Crazy ideas about cops and manifesting

Today’s show was spent in the following way:

  • Paul Duane complaining about how much time people take off from work for one glorified meal.
  • Paul Duane suggests an idea of how the concerned members of the public may begin to take control of the narrative in the police / public relationship drama.  Click here to read what has been proposed. 
  • Paul Duane waxes esoteric and talks about the real power of gratitude in manifesting one’s desires.

P.S. The pretty picture above was taken at Burning Man 2013, the most magical place I’ve experienced yet.

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Life Coach Jamie Brandenburg

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Jamie Brandenburg is a life coach / mentor that assists people in making the breakthroughs that are necessary to realizing one’s fullest potential.  Her background in massage therapy and many forms of energy work, paired with her own life experiences of personal transformation give her a powerful basis from which she can mentor and lead others.

10 Steps to Inner Wealth by Jamie Brandenburg:

  1. Say yes to you
  2. grattitude
  3. design a new vision
  4. clean & clear;  old stories –> new
  5. connect to source
  6. receive help & guidance
  7. transformation; co-create your desires
  8. perfectionism is now
  9. give back & share
  10. evolve your addictions

Check out more from Jamie Brandenburg at  Beingilluminated.com

She can be reached at 801 502 4109 to schedule a coaching session.

33 Signs You’ve Found Your Life’s Work

While rummaging around the internet, reading about how hydrogen bombs work, the origin of mayonaise, and watching some Adventure Time cartoons on YouTube, I stumbled upon a brilliant artilce.  Lissa Rankin, M.D., shares her thoughts on what it feels like to find your life’s purpose and to be working on it. It was too good not to share:

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(originally posted here at The Daily Love)

Lissa Rankin

Author Lissa Rankin, M.D.

 

When I work with patients, I always ask them whether they’re doing their life’s work, because I truly believe that how we spend most of our day, and whether it’s in line with our life’s work, affects our health. When I ask a woman if she’s doing her life’s work, way too often, she stares at me blankly.

So how can you tell? How do you know if you’re doing your life’s work? There’s no easy answer to that question other than, “You just know.” But to give you a sense of what it feels like to discover and then commit to fulfilling your life’s work.

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Day 4 and the south american refugees

Okay. Day 4 is a work in progress.  But before I tell you about day 4, I must tell another tale.

About 2 months ago, I was standing in line at a cafe for some lunch.  5 people in front of me, was a girl that had the “Holy SHIT” factor, which hereafter shall called “HS appeal”. She’s that girl of whom you instinctively say to yourself, “Holy shit… Who IS SHE?”  She got her food and left.  I am friends with the guy who runs the cafe, and I when it was my turn to order, the first thing out of my mouth was, of course, “Holy shit, who WAS that girl?”

“I don’t know, but I’ll find out for you”, was Chris’s reply.

“Awesome!” was my reply, and by that I meant:

“HA! Yeah right. You are SO not going to remember. And even if you did, what would you say? Once you get to know her, what next? “Hey, I have this awesome friend that thinks you are hot. You should meet him”. No no no no. That is

a) SO 3rd grade, and

b) Futile. Every attractive girl has millions of guys who are trying to sell themselves to her, every hour of the day.

This is NOT going to go anywhere.  BUT, I appreciate Chris’s thoughtful offer.”

 

On Monday, (4 days ago), I get an email from Chris:

“So my friend, it has taken me a while to break the ice with Jessica ( the gorgeous girl at my cafe). Well at last I have. I told her about my friend Paul and asked if she might want to meet up with you and she was thrilled! Her schedule is a little tight right now so it would have to be a lunchtime event. If you are still interested let me know a day that would work for you and you two could meet up and grab a bite to eat somewhere. She does not want to meet up in my building cause she doesnt want co-workers in her business so if you could suggest a place close by that would be awsome. Hope all is well my friend and I hope you dig this girl”.

I proposed that we meet for lunch on Thursday (today). He calls yesterday to confirm, and says “Yes, she’ll be there at noon.  I told her that you are in a band and look like a rocker dude. She was really impressed that you are a musician”.

Squeezing in a lunch at my job can be tricky. I never know what part of town I’ll be working in from day to day, and I don’t know what my work load will be until about 9am each day. All I could do is trust that things would work out okay.  There are some routes at the office that are rated at X hours, but actually take 1 – 2 hours less than that if you  hustle. These are the kinds of breaks I needed today to afford me the time to drive back down town and have a reasonable amount of time for lunch with her.  As it turned out, I was given such a route to do. There was one more obstacle to deal with: Late Express Mail.

I have to give props to my co worker Eric at this point… the express mail plane came in late. When Express mail arrives late, I am almost ALWAYS one of 3 people that get assigned delivery of all the express mail, which has a special way of fucking up one’s day. It must be delivered by noon – it’s the Postal Service’s next day parcel service. Just as I was about to leave, I saw them wheeling in the late express mail.  “SHIT. I am screwed.”   A few minutes later, my co – worker Eric told me that he had volunteered to take the extra express pieces so I wouldn’t have to.  Eric knew nothing about my plans. Furthermore, this kind of thing is virtually unheard of from Eric or anyone else in his position.  I thanked Eric, thanked my lucky stars, and got to work.

11:45 rolls around, and I start driving back down town to meet my semi-blind lunch date.  She knew nothing about who I am, or what I look like. I had not seen her in 2 months, so my memory of her was somewhat unclear.  She arrived at noon.  This girl is SO my type… she’s the hot nerd type… one of those girls that can play herself down and take on an understated librarianesque quality, yet it’s obvious that she can turn up the sex appeal when she wants to.  Yes. I love this.  I was definitely attracted to her.

20 seconds after we introduced ourselves, some guy whom I’ve never met approached me:

“Paul! Hey, great show last week! I saw you play with The Toros at Burt’s. You guys rocked!”

I was very suprised, but thanked him and invited him to our show next week, and then returned my attention to my lunch date. I am not going to lie. Given the subtext of Chris’s comments to her about me being in a band, I felt like THE FUCKING COOLEST GUY in town at that moment.  Such a thing could not have been orchestrated any more perfectly.

Lunch was great. As it turns out, we are both in love with the new Foo Fighter’s record.  We have a lot of common musical interests, so that made for easy, fun conversation. I can geek out about my favorite music all day long.  She and her family moved here as refugees from Venezuela 10 years ago. Funny thing is… I had another dinner date this week with a friend whose family moved her as refugees from El Salvador. What are the chances? 2 dates in 1 week with 2 different refugees?  Anyway, we had a great time chatting, and it was obvious that we’d want to hang out again. As I was getting her number, she told me, “I just want to be up front with you… all I am looking for is to make friends and to get to know this place. I’m not looking for anything serious.”  I assured her that I’m not “looking for anything” either.

She’s kind of young, too. Let’s just say that difference between her age and mine is the largest I’ve ever had in a date.  That being said, she really was fun to chat with… a testament to my stunted emotional maturity. Cheers to being immature!

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This is the part where I’ll post some follow up on my “Day 4” mission progress.

Didn’t realize I was into that kind of thing

I’m almost embarrassed to admit this. I really didn’t think I was that kind of guy. I mean, I was CERTAIN that I wasn’t that kind of guy…. until a few days ago.

You see, I’d always thought of cars as mere tools… just a way to get me and my things from point A to point B. Nothing more, nothing less. I have a long history of economical, practical driving relationships… 1990 Accura Integra, 1989 Toyota Camry, 2001 Honda Civic, and most recently, a 1997 Kia Sephia. No-frills, high miles, and for the most part, very fuel efficient vehicles. My most recent tool, the Kia, had been showing signs of trouble all year… the driver’s side door handle broke, the vent system for the heating / AC did not work, it seems to have an annual appetite for ignition coils (not something one should have to replace every 5,000 miles), and the car reminded me of someone with nicotine shakes… the voltage in the electrical system would flutter – the headlights would pulsate in small cycles of brightness. It almost looked like I was running a stereo that was SO powerful, the amplifier was selfishly sucking up most of the car’s juice to make the bass hit hard…. except that it wasn’t.

Last tuesday morning, like an onery 6 year old who refuses to put her shoes on to leave for church, the Kia was not in the mood to start. It was obstinate. Cranking the engine over brought only sputtering protests. I knew this day was coming. I proceeded to jog to work, deciding to just go to work without her. Damn Kia can stay home, see if I care.

One of the routes I frequently deliver includes the Audi / Porsche dealership. There seems to be a certain kind of douchey person that the Audi dealership attracts… everyone is in a black turtle neck, everyone has a meticulously messy haircut, and everyone is wearing thick black rimmed glasses. Everyone reminds me of Steve Jobs. Everyone seems to look “artsy” but yet, one can tell that they really are just “accountanty”. Audi drivers are lame, lame, lame.

Back to my dead Kia…

I was very stressed out. It was over due for inspection, it needed a host of repairs before it would pass, and I was not in a position to dump large amounts of money into this car. For those of you who have known me for a while, there was a point where I lived for 18 months without a car. My lifestyle has changed quite a bit since then, and a car is a complete necessity. I have weekly bass lessons in Draper, band practice (requiring me to transport bass and amplifier), and weekly photo shoots that often require some driving. And then there’s the issue of getting to Logan to see my girls… I was stressed about my stranded state.

I was chatting with a friend about finding a repair shop, when he suggested that I buy his car from him. He had a car sitting in his driveway that he just never used, and was pretty happy to liquidate. I initially laughed, as said car was, in my mind, fantastically out of my price range. I shared that perspective with him, and he replied with a price that was shockingly low. After confirming that he was not drunk or high, I quickly accepted the offer. The amount he wanted for this car was, in all likelihood, very near the amount of money I’d need to sink into the Kia to get it back up and running in a reliable way… so it seemed a no-brainer.

One of the big lessons I seem to keep re-learning in life is that we often become just like those that we chide.

I just bought an Audi.

Hold on while I find my black turtleneck douche bag uniform…

The car could have been an old Honda, and it would have still been a fantastic deal. I really knew nothing about what it means to drive an Audi. For years, I have slightly scoffed at those who put resources into driving luxury European cars. It made no sense to me.

….until now.

See that filthy little A4 sitting in the garage? She and I just got done with a dirty romp on I-15. She is NOT a cheap date. She likes premium, and drinks it like a fish.

I must say though… she puts out. WOW, does she ever…. that was an amazing ride. She has more energy than cars 1/10th her age. Flawless body, incredibly responsive, and curves… I mean takes the curves, in a most enchanting way.

I get it now. I hate to admit this, but I’m in love with this car. I never thought I’d say that about ANY car, but I’m there now. This 1999 Audi A4 Quattro 2.8 is an amazing machine. It’s got 127k miles on it, and yet it feels more new than most new cars. The leather interior is in perfect condition. The engine is oozing with power. The speedometer goes up to 160, and I totally believe it. I drove through snowy conditions in the canyon, and the quattro all wheel drive made that car stick to the road like white on rice. I’ve never been in a more sure footed vehicle. On the way home, I-15 was relatively empty and the roads were dry. I really struggled to not cruise at 95mph. This car drives so quietly, so smoothly, and with so much untapped power, 80mph feels like a granny’s pace. The engine’s boredom at anything less than 100mph is palpable. Like a man whose lover wants it again for the 7th time, but is overtaken by an inescapable 3 hour refractory period, I wished I could give Ms. A4 more, but I could not.

I won’t bore you with all of the details about this car, it must suffice to say that it’s really a work of art. The construction and design of this vehicle are incredible. Okay, I will bore you with this detail… I stopped for a latte before leaving Logan. Just before entering Sardine, I noticed that there was a pleasant, understated red glow illuminating the white lid of my coffee cup as it sat in the designated cup holder. I shit you not – there is a tiny red spot light that comes on to illuminate your drink, that matches the color of all the rest of the illuminated dash controls. Art, I tell you.

ROBBERY! Robbery, I tell you! At this point in the story, we have arrived back in SLC, and I’m topping off the tank before going home. I say “topping off” in a very liberal sense. What I really mean is “filling up”. I left for Logan with a full tank of gas, and somehow, I’ve burned a large portion of it. 11 gallons in 211 miles? But… but… but…. my Kia got 35 miles / gallon!

I know, I know… I should not compare the two, just like you should not try to compare your current girlfriend to a past lover. You’ll always walk away from that inner dialogue feeling funky. The Kia is probably not capable of speeds sufficient to arouse the interest of a highway patrolman. The Audi could probably outrun the highway patrolman, and if I’m to be honest with you, I fantasised about doing just that, all the way home.

I’m still mulling over the new ramifications of this new relationship to driving. I never thought I’d be a “car guy”…. but I’m seriously considering committing. I’ve never had so much fun driving. Yes, it’s expensive. Yes, that car will require a lot of maintenance… but wow. I’m kind of hooked.

Driving kicks ass now. I’m 16 all over again.