I'm on a new mind adventure

I woke up VERY early this morning from a slightly disturbing dream. While I was having it I was OK with all that was going on with it. Then I woke up and remembered it and thought, "What you just dreamed was not a good dream. Where in the world did this dream come from, and why were you so comfortable dreaming it while you were?"

Because I didn't care for the dream I decided to find out the answers to my question. I prayed and asked for help and guidance so I could avoid, if possible, similar dreams in the future. The thought came to be that the dream was from either my ego, super ego, or ID... I had learned about those type of items long long ago in a galaxy far far etc... But I didn't remember all of what they all were so then a thought came that simply said 'it was your subconscious'. I remembered then a psychological book about the conscious and subconscious.

The book stated that the subconscious was like a blackboard that anything the conscious took to be 'truth' the subconscious noted this and that became a belief of yours; whether it was correct or incorrect didn't matter, only that you took a conscious opportunity to believe it as true.

This took me to asking "Then how can I change what my subconscious has taken as an incorrect truth, and change it to a reality truth?" The thought came 'Replace the error with truth by forcing yourself to believe that which you want to believe is true' .... I took a few minutes and went through my mind and forced my subconscious to accept a new, and I feel correct, truth, and place that up as the correct way to handle my future on its 'subconscious blackboard'.

This later in the day led me to thinking 'How in the world did you even get that false truth placed in your subconscious as "real"?'

It dawned on me that it's everywhere today; T.V., newspaper, talk, Internet, books ... just media in general. The world tells us that it is OK to just do whatever your 'fancy' feels like and there is no consequences in doing what pleases you. Then it states 'OK if there are consequences then maybe we'll be beaten with a few stripes at the last day and then saved in the kingdom of God' ... I realized this had been an ongoing happening in my life for YEARS and that finally for some reason I noticed it and took action to change what the world has been feeding my subconscious for toooo long.

I then went on a search for the 'how can I go about changing my thoughts?' adventure and came across several Internet pages that have gone about this same question.... I have yet to discover if any are worth following through on, but it's a start and I've found a few little 'goodies' already along the way.

One story that I'm posting below is from www.innertalk.com


Her name was Mrs. Thompson. As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie.
Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.

Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs.Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.

Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners...he is a joy to be around."

His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."

His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."

Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class."

By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag.

Mrs.Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist.

Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children.

Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets."

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honours. He assured Mrs.Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he'd ever had in his whole life.

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer the letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.

The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom.

Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference".

Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."

Warm someone's heart today . . . pass this along. Please remember that wherever you go, and whatever you do, you will have the opportunity to touch and/or change a person's outlook. Please try to do it in a positive way. Today is the tomorrow you were worried about yesterday.


Good story I feel, and so I'll post more as my adventure continues and if I actually find anything of worth... That said all this is reminding me of a scripture Proverbs 23:7 - "As a man thinketh in his heart so is he..." which leads me to James Allen's book "As a man thinketh" which is a great literary piece of art. :) A small excerpt from that book

"“As the plant springs from, and could not be without, the seed, so every act of a man springs from the hidden seeds of thought, and could not have appeared without them. This applies equally to those acts called ‘spontaneous’ and ‘unpremeditated’ as to those which are deliberately executed. …

“In the armoury of thought he forges the weapons by which he destroys himself; he also fashions the tools with which he builds for himself heavenly mansions of joy and strength and peace. … Between these two extremes are all the grades of character, and man is their maker and master. … Man is the master of thought, the moulder of character, and the maker and shaper of condition, environment, and destiny” (As a Man Thinketh [1983], 7–10).

Then Mr. Allen added: “Let a man radically alter his thoughts, and he will be astonished at the rapid transformation it will effect in the material conditions of his life. Men imagine that thought can be kept secret, but it cannot; it rapidly crystallizes into habit, and habit solidifies into circumstance” (As a Man Thinketh, 33–34).

So I guess that gives me a little more incite as to where my dream came from and a little more hope into changing future dreams... OK more later I'm sure. Thanks for reading my Blog Mom and other people ;)