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Love, Freedom, and Success

July 12, 2013 by Douglas Robbins

Love, freedom and successI am in love with a woman. She understands me. She understands this journey of writing and unfolding as an individual. Because she understands me she encourages me. She is a light that together with my light is a powerful unity of seeing and helping each other move forward….On dark days I light her path and she lights mine.

Our goals are mutual and complimenting. We both seek freedom and success. But what is freedom and what is success? We hear the expression “freedom” thrown around by politicians like shit from a monkey. The freedom I am speaking of is in part, yes, freedom of speech and thought. It is also the freedom of action as well. It is the freedom to feel, know oneself and act in accordance. It is the freedom to dream, dare and think outside of accepted conventions and the paradigm of society that we have been led to believe is the only reality.

The freedom I speak of is the freedom to forge one’s own path. It is the freedom to be free and act within that paradigm. It is the freedom to know thy self which is the only true freedom.

When we are not free emotions and thoughts will hold us in place, unsure, and stuck. And if we are unable to live free and in accordance with those callings within then how will we ever be a success?

The success I have known has only occurred when fulfilling my abilities. My success can not be the same as the guy down the street because we have different potentials, and ultimately, desires. We Are Different People! So our success will differ as well.

There are some people who are greedy and would destroy the world for a buck. On paper they are “successes” but they may be miserable or bad in romantic relationships or a shitty friend or simply lost. And they may be successful in business and in their greed, but they are not successful human beings.

The definition of success is far broader than its thin label would imply.

There are many who are not wealthy but are shining successes.

At times over my forty years I have grappled with the chains of my mind and felt like a prisoner in my life wearing a straight jacket. I shook and yanked and tried to escape from it like Houdini, but the process of removing the straight jacket takes time. We can remove it, though. In fact we are the only ones who can.

It is the same process to find ones own freedom and ones success.

I am in love with a woman who wants me to be free as much as she wants freedom for herself. And in that love there is both freedom and success.

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The Big Bang Within

July 5, 2013 by Douglas Robbins

The Big Bang WithinPhysicists state that energy never dies nor is created yet only transforms. If that is fact then we are all part of the universal big bang from billions of years ago. We are aspects and elements and energy exploding and transferring, expanding and contracting from birth until death, when the energy transfers again.

Expanding is what makes a day clear and fulfilling. Contracting is what makes a day sad, murky and frustrating. It is the difference between being on the crest of an energy wave where we can see all possibility or at the bottom of the wave where we can only see walls of uncertainty and cannot figure how to get back out…..

The big bang within is the birth of thought and ideas pouring forth. It is the clarifying of our identities and intentions. Darkness and doubts are the black holes within us that attempt to draw all of our energies, weakening us.

There is a solar system that forms within each of us making us unique and individual. There are billions of solar systems with suns at the center. We all have a sun. It is the soul that all information and possibility rotate around and through, day after day, year after year. The sun within is that shining light upon our lives and days.

It is the big bang within. Some theologians, “spiritual” people, and philosophers, say we are spiritual beings in physical bodies. That makes sense to me. If not, my guess is we would simply be glazed over worker ants not knowing but what we see with our eyes.

Yet we burst and seek through the noise and distractions of materials and illusions, of pain and suffering, of shitty jobs, and governmental incompetence. We yearn for a better life no matter what is happening around us. However, on many days the black hole wins and no light escapes or penetrates it and we sink into depression.

If we need to get to California, well, getting stuck in Nebraska is not the answer. And so it is true with jobs, relationships, and stubbed toes. There are many pitfalls, sharks and assholes, and these distractions are the black holes in our lives. And they can suck up all of the energy in our worlds.

We shine for however long until we are extinguished in this life and the energy moves into other form. The body may die, but energy transforms and carries with it information that we carried forth through this life and so on. We are not born mere clean slates only to be crafted by environment alone.

There is an eternity wave that we ride. It does not start or end with us. Yet it bursts forth through us. Some may call it God or Universe and some may not refer to it at all. Yet it exists in our wisdom and our ignorance.

I must write. My friend must paint. My other friend must teach martial arts. Another friend teaches math. Another one is a psychologist.

A cheetah must run. Yet a cheetah never drives himself crazy trying to live the life of a squirrel. A cheetah is a cheetah because that is what he was born to be.

I write because that is what I must do. It is part of my survival, my instincts, and what defines me. I must embrace that path and light. I must share and sing the song that hums in my soul. For that song has always hummed in my soul since I first became aware of anything. The song I sing to you now is probably off key, but I must it sing nevertheless. What do you need to sing or do?

That light within is the same light that makes a star twinkle or creates that sparkle in your loved ones eyes.

It is that divine, universal spark that lights up the world and helps us see.

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The Risk of Success

June 28, 2013 by Douglas Robbins

The Risk of SuccessSometimes we all wonder if we should do something new or try something big or different. Should we work on the car for the first time or write a book or change careers? People will notice though. What if we fail? People will certainly notice that. What if no one ever reads the piece? What if we can’t fix the car? What if we suck at our new careers? The concern is that we will be judged as failures and scrutinized for our decisions.

The problem is we don’t know if we will hit it big or just hit our heads against the wall or do more damage to the car than it had when we started. Maybe both. Maybe neither. Maybe something else.

There are no guarantees of success. But if we don’t try the only guarantee is failure. It is that simple. If we don’t run the risk of failure we never allow the opportunity of success. And success must be the focus. Not the possible failure, but the achievement we long for. It is easy to give in to the seductions of pitfalls and doubts, but to feel and know in our lives what we have felt in our souls is where the meaning of life shows itself. It has awaited acknowledgment and been put off for long enough.

So I keep banging on the door. I keep reaching out and planting seeds. I keep kicking and screaming, loving, laughing, and trying, because it’s all that I have. It’s all that I can offer.

We are limited to the gifts any of us have received to live a life of purpose, the life that we crave.

My belief is as humans we are here to keep expanding, learning, growing in our awareness…moving forward. The world moves forward by the same rules, piece by piece, moment by moment, if it chooses to move forward at all. For we are the pieces that change the landscape of the puzzle even if no one else notices we are doing it. Even if no else agrees or thinks we can.

At the very least we have something that is ours and no one can take that away.

We pull for the underdog. At one time or another we have all faced great odds and hopefully have succeeded or would have liked to have succeeded in that moment.

No kid dreams of missing the shot at the buzzer or as a pitcher walking in the winning run to lose the game. No, it’s big. It’s always big, because we dream big. But do we live big? Can we? I guess there is only one way to find out by seeing if we can fix that car or write that book or change careers.

In everything we do there is a possibility of failure and a possibility of success, yet success must be the focus. It is why we started the undertaking in the first place. Even just putting one foot in front of the other is the same. But we’re confident in that involuntarily, unless perhaps someone is watching. Then we also may stumble.

We can hide behind the fears of failure and never do anything that is meaningful.

Many think I’m a fool for what I’m doing. Putting it all on the line. That I can’t or won’t or shouldn’t make it. Instead I should have a nice and neat “career”. But I never wanted to be an astronaut or accountant or physician. Nothing else than what I’m doing ever made sense. So I do what makes sense. Though it’s a little messy at times, it’s all that I have. And though it’s a hard life I can live with myself for doing what makes sense. That will never be a haunting regret.

If all we do is dream, well, the guarantee is life will only remain a dream, an unfulfilled one.

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Awareness of Now

June 21, 2013 by Douglas Robbins

Once while sparring and in mid-hit a martial art instructor stopped his attack and informed me to “remain unmoving until the natural move occurs.” I was new to the martial arts and blocking too fast before he had committed fully to his attack. Because of this he was able to readjust himself. If I blocked high too fast he would drop his punch and hit me. If I blocked low too slow he would break my structure down and hit me. He would hit me every time until I started adjusting with this in mind.

Later that night while admiring my many bruises I realized he was teaching me about a lot more than the martial arts. That philosophy can and should be applied to everything we do.

It is easy to be hasty and rush into the future without paying attention to the now. We are often results driven yet we are not always process driven. The present is always changing, yet we hope the future will be stable. It won’t. Because of this desire we often overlook signs and indicators of problems in the present.

Many of us rush into getting married because it sounds good and we crave the security it implies. Or sometimes we take whatever job out of fear and desire even if it isn’t what we want.

If we do not wait for the natural move to occur, the right best move, then we may be rushing into a marriage or speeding up to a traffic light without paying attention to the events, information and people around us.

When we are patient, steadfast, and alert, we are able to see the woods for the trees and not just a place to hurry back from to our cars. The truth is, only awareness in the present can protect us if we are able to see clearly, and that affects the future.

However, things can and will always happen, but how they affect us and to what extent could be the difference. Sometimes we can avoid trouble altogether. It may be the difference between a tragic car accident or a fender bender or nothing but a honk and a middle finger.

There is always a desire is to protect and provide security for ourselves; yet block too soon or too late can result in physical damage or if rushed into a bad relationship, a few years later, emotional damage.

Even at our best and most focused in martial arts we may still be hit. Yet the impact endured will now be less.

It is the difference between trying to control and hurry into the future or standing in the now experiencing it fully, though frightening at times. We can then make the best decision for ourselves and possibly steer away from harm, by seeing that moment fully for what it is.

So we must remain unmoving mentally and physically until the natural move, direction, or choice, occurs.

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It Was An Accident!

May 10, 2013 by Douglas Robbins

The guy shouted. Bullshit, I thought. A few weeks back a guy put something in our mailbox. He had pulled into our driveway, dropped off a sheet for some event at the local ice skating rink, then backed up hitting both our mail box and the cement borders that surround our garden. He said it was an accident, but I disagreed. It got me thinking about what we accept as accidents when in fact it’s really about not paying attention. That is when unfortunate events take place.

Accidents are things out of our control. The mailbox and garden hadn’t moved. Thousands of times people have pulled in and out of this flat straight driveway without incident. Did a tree limb fall or a squirrel run out distracting him? Nope. There were no outside variables shaping this event. It was unfortunate that it happened, perhaps unintentional, but it was no accident.

When we don’t pay attention to what we are doing “accidents” usually occur. However, it wasn’t an “accident”, because not paying attention is quite deliberate. When we do not pay attention often bad things can and will happen that we later regret. However, I have never heard anyone claim that not paying attention was an accident.

It was an “accident” is an excuse we have all hid behind. “Whoops, how’d that happen?” An accident is something unavoidable. A rock rolls down a hill and hits your car which you cannot avoid because of oncoming traffic. That scenario is unavoidable and out of your control.

If only that mailbox hadn’t taunted him the way it did standing so calmly and upright it might still be standing there today.

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Red Lobster- The Bowel Buster

May 3, 2013 by Douglas Robbins

We had remembered the biscuits being delicious. I am a bread lover and must first admit that. Though bread makes me doughy around the mid-section, not to mention I have a mild wheat/gluten intolerance. I hadn’t been to Red Lobster in twenty years never thinking the food was very good. Neither did she. But we both kept thinking about those warm flaky biscuits saturated in garlic, oil and seasoning. Those biscuits did sound good.

We took the half hour drive over having a twenty-dollar gift certificate to ease the burden.

The waitress had a very large behind and told us way too much information to keep track of, with her name and other names that I hadn’t asked for and didn’t need to know. We were only there for the biscuits and would order “cuisine” to justify the “dinner”.

Well, the biscuits came and they were fine: warm with oily garlic seasoning, but they were just okay. We looked at each other and kind of shrugged in defeat. We ordered water and an appetizer of lobster and artichoke dip that sounded delightful to the palate while our excited taste buds waited. We also ordered a dish consisting of shrimp scampi, butterfly shrimp, and seasoned fish.

The large restaurant was halfway packed and it was only five o’clock. We tried once before to fulfill the biscuit craving yet there was a forty-five minute wait. So this time we decided to outsmart the masses and go early.

The dip came and it was a gooey concoction of oil, grease, cheese, and more oil with some squishy texturous substance that resembled lobster and must have come out of a can, jar, or someone’s back seat. The shrimp scampi tasted as if they microwaved the shrimp then poured a vat of greasy oil stew upon the helpless shrimp with the tail still on. The butterfly shrimp was soaked in a milky white flavoring that resembled what could have been a jar of mayonnaise from Walmart that was then smeared upon the little fellows.

Shrimp are supposed to be tight and have a flavorful snap when you bite into them, not some mushy thing that’s sadly been sitting around all day under heat lamps and warmed up in some commercial-sized microwave. The last victim of the meal, besides us, was the fish that had more old bay seasoning on it then could ever be justified. Covering up something are we? The chips and water were the best part of “dinner”.

Before we finished, my date’s stomach started to turn and her face discolored. She had to excuse herself from the table.

I waited and sat alone as the walls began closing in. I could feel the oil upon my face and fingertips. I was becoming some sebaceous creature leaking oil out of my pores. I looked down at my hands now glistening and quickly hid them under the table. I then looked around at the many people blissfully enjoying themselves with their “sustenance” and happy wait staff. I couldn’t understand the place or the food. Like why does the food need to be prepared like this? Why ruin it? I waited longer now standing up at the booth while the crowds and families began piling in for another Saturday night frenzy of chewing gelatinous mush that only resembled food. My stomach turned as I thought about the process to get this poor shrimp onto the table in front of me. I was beginning to sweat.

The overly-friendly black waitress with the big butt and name I couldn’t remember inquired about the quality of dinner. “It was okay,” I answered.

“Would you like me to box that up?” We both looked down at the oily stew that reflected the ceiling and overhead lights.

“Ahh, no thanks.”

I paid the bill. Jennifer returned to the table a few minutes later. We walked to the lobby. Jen sat and waited while I went to wash my hands and face in the bathroom.

After escaping, the bumps on the road stirred up the ocean in my belly with a floating biscuit upon the oily sea. I cracked open the windows.

We made it home from the half hour ride without incident. I headed straight upstairs to let the oil pouch drain out of my body. Jen also returned to the only place Red Lobster belonged, in the toilet. Straight into the toilet. We should have taken the dishes straight there and cut out us, the middlemen. We’d be feeling a lot better now. Hopefully those biscuits will never call to us again.

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Douglas Robbins began his writing career at a young age, when one of his teachers asked the class to write a poem. In that moment he found a power in words that he never had found anywhere else.

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