The spiritual growth of the human race is something I truly cherish. I believe this will only accelerate in the coming years and we will be more connected as individually unique as ever before. But we need to stop bashing the ego, our ego. Why are we still playing that blame game? If you truly understand the concept of the higher self, which represents unconditional love, you will appreciate and love the ego, your ego.

Your ego is that part of the energy of your higher self focused in this time-space reality, the third dimension. And because it is so strongly focused it has a narrow-minded perspective in comparison to our true self. It represents the anger and fear we feel feel, our survival instinct, or in other words: the desire to stay focused. If you keep bashing it and blaming it for everything you define as evil its anger and fear will only grow stronger. But when you appreciate your ego (your shadows), cherish it, talk to it from the perspective of higher self it will relax and you will experience a lot more joy in your life.

Have fun and love your ego. It’s the very reason why you are here in this time-space reality, the third dimension.

Originally posted here: http://300words.posterous.com/stop-bashing-your-ego

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I haven’t posted for 2 days now, but the great thing is that I do not have to apologize to anybody. I was swamped with work, and the couple of hours I could relax, I chose to do so. I did write a lot during my absence. It was all work related. I am currently working on two big projects one which is reaching go-live date. And many of us know what that means…

I have been on many projects and I know the drill. But I do experience them today with a different state of mind. I’ve grown. In working experience, skills (just repeating it often enough to know what comes next), but I consider my biggest growth to be spiritual. Not in the sense that I am floating between the stars all day, but I am way more relaxed. Even when shit hits the fan, I take the perspective of “what does this teaches me…about me!?”. It is pure selfish behavior, and I like it. More people should do it. First attend to yourself, and when you feel good about yourself let’s meet. You might actually have something to ‘give’ me.

As I wrote earlier I am more and more an observer. I try to observe with appreciation, which empowers me to see the bigger picture. This helps me when the pressure is on, and I deliberately do not join the blame game. With a more clear mind I see opportunities and it enables me to be more productive. But I am not in that appreciative state of mind all the time. At times, I also lose the connection with me, and I fall down the rabbit hole of frustration. But more and more I can step back and observe myself and ask “what does this teaches me…about me!?”.

Originally posted here: http://300words.posterous.com/swamped-with-work

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After about 5 minutes I looked at everybody in the meeting one by one, and they were all withdrawn in their own little – or big – world. The movement of lips did produce sound waves travelling across the room, but they never reached their destination. Not because they did not reach the physical point in space where they could be translated to meaningful brain waves, but because the door to the brain was closed.

As the observer I was fully receiving any wave pattern send out by the others. My brain translated them into meaningful words and body language. It was the world upside down. The so-called listeners did the talking, not speaking any word, not hearing any words. The body language did all the talking. The one speaking did not pay attention if his words were received and to the body language that was spoken. Useless communication. But not for the observer. Not for me.

As the meeting progressed and the agenda items passed by the only thing which was actually moving was time. The speakers started to turn their attention to me, hoping to find acknowledgement for what they were saying. They hit a dead end. I was the observer and I was not tempted to give them a sign of approval. I just looked. Observed. Solely enjoying the experience.

As the meeting came to an end, it was as they ran out of words. Some opened their mouth to say something, but decided it was of no use. There were plenty of opportunities to reply verbally with some meaningful comments, but I chose not to.

What is the use of talking when nobody listens.

Orginally posted here: http://300words.posterous.com/why-talk-when-nobody-listens

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I visited my parents today with my two sons and daughter. It was my father’s birthday yesterday, so it was a great excuse for the two hours drive with all of them in the car asking continuously how long it would take before we arrived. I didn’t pay much attention to it and replied with vague answers like “very, very long” or “almost there”. My mind already was at the beach, breathing in the fresh air and listening to the hypnotic sound of waves crashing onto the sand.

With all the formalities done, we headed out for the beach. From the parking place to the beach we had to cross the sand dunes. It is a beautiful moment to get the first glimpse of the sea when arriving at the top of the sand dunes. The look on their faces, priceless. Their eyes sparkle at that first glimpse increasing their pace as the irresistible call of the sea pulls them towards it.

My work is done here. I have given them this memory which will stay with them for the rest of their lives. They will pass it on to their children and experience the sparkles I have seen.

Today, I have seen a glimpse of unconditional love.

Originally posted here: http://300words.posterous.com/my-work-is-done-0

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When man started to talk about God in the third person – I do not know if man ever did otherwise -, the connection with the higher Self was lost and the knowing that man is the creator of it’s own life turned to a suffocating believe system that their is a master of puppets controlling every bit of their life.

You can get on your knees and beg the big master not to cut your string, but there is no guarantee. He has a masterplan, and if you play by his rules you can play a glorious part filled with abundance and happiness. But if you are a sinner…

We are living in an era were we are changing our perspective from third person to the drivers seat. “I am God”. Doesn’t that feel great? Yes, it does! No, you don’t get to be the master of puppets as you do not control anyone but yourself. But isn’t that what the drivers seat is all about? You can not control the way other people are driving. But you can make driving a really pleasant experience by relaxing and enjoying the journey not rushing your way to whatever goal you have set. It’s a never ending journey, and if you think you have reached you goal, you already enter the next in your navigation system.

I really like the analogy with the navigation system. We all innately know were we want to go in relation to any subject our attention is focused upon. It is entered in our system. Our emotions will tell us at any point in time where we are in relationship to where we want to be. As long as we listen, we will be heading in the right direction. But when we don’t, we get lost.

Orginally posted here: http://300words.posterous.com/i-am-god-5

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I got my first (work-related) article published in a Dutch magazine about Oracle products. The article describes the success factors of implementing the packaged software solution Oracle Siebel CRM. It is written from my personal experience of 13 years of IT and it turned out pretty good. I changed jobs April 1st 2010 and my new employer, which is focused on the Dutch market wanted more exposure and asked me to write an article. I had never done this before, and frankly never had the desire to do so. I am not much of a reader, except for the countless pages of architecture and design documents, and the multitude of 300 words I read as a result of my commitment to this initiative.

Yesterday, I receive a copy of the article and filled with excitement I opened the pdf file. I quickly scanned the pages and was content that only a few changes were made to the layout. But then it struck me. They changed the title! How could they do this without consulting me. I am still pondering if they are entitled to do so without my approval. I was under the impression that they would sent me the version that they wanted to publish and politely ask for my approval. But they didn’t. It overshadowed my emotions of pride that I got my first article published. I felt like a little child who proudly showed his parents his achievement and they corrected it with the words “You’re doing it wrong!”. That feeling made me burst in laughter on the inside. What was I complaining about? I just got my first article published, and they only changed 5 out of the 1890 words.

Talking about putting things into perspective.

Originally posted here: http://300words.posterous.com/they-changed-the-title

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At the time it seemed to be an easy way of living life. Everything was random. Nothing happened for a reason. I could not be blamed for anything that I experienced.

Humans were born evil, and some turned into loving human beings. Naïve creatures.

But deep inside there was a whisper. I did not listen to it. Why should I? I was a big sophisticated chemical factory and all my behavior was the result of reactions between molecules. That whisper was probably a side effect. Nothing to worry about.

In the following years the whisper grew louder and I got curious. Listening to the whispers made me realize the world is not black & white. And it is not even grey. It is what you make of it. What you choose it to be.

I am still in this process and loving every step I take. I don’t have a goal, I am too busy enjoying the journey. I am an every expanding infinite being who is focused in this space and time. I feel more one with all and more unique than ever before.

And then it hit me. That whisper is showing me a picture all my life which I can see clearly now:

The Universe is as much part of you, as you are part of the Universe.

The way I was visualizing it inside-out was by imagining our solar system as a molecule. The sun was the nucleus, representing neutrons and protons, and the planets the electrons. I am part of the Universe. Outside-in I was build up out of countless solar systems, molecules. The Universe is part of me.

I will continue my journey. It will never end.

Originally posted at: http://300words.posterous.com/my-journey-55

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I have no financial benefit from joining this @300words initiative. In the perspective of ‘time is money’ I’m actually paying to write at least 300 words-a-day.
I’m even risking my life to get my first 300 words out there as I am driving and typing simultaneously. So, it could be my last 300 words.

The real reason I committed to this initiative is because it’s fun and it will learn me so much more about myself. What will I write about when I’m not inspired? Will I have the guts to share my personal frustrations which tend to be more dominant when I am not inspired. I do have a real dark side as any of you, but I have trained myself not to focus too much on it. But lately I’m more then ever ready to investigate this part of me with a playful intention and shine some light on my dark side. My shadows.

Originally posted at: http://300words.posterous.com/on-my-way-to-my-shadows

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Two days ago I committed to an initiative to write 300 words per day. It’s a great idea and I am happy I did. To keep track of my daily 300 I will post them also on this blog under a dedicated category brilliantly named: 300words. If you feel challenged, or just feel the joy of it, don’t hesitate, signup and and become a contributor.

Happy reading.

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