Charles Haanel – The Master Key System – Stage 2

I know in an earlier post I said that I was embarking upon a 24 week goal surrounding the 24 chapters of Charles Haanel – The Master Key System, but I fear it’s going to take me longer..

It’s not that I haven’t tried, I’ve just been busy….. That may seem like an excuse to some, and… well, yeah it is a little bit. Why put myself under needless pressure though? I’ll get through the book, it will just take me longer than 24 weeks, that’s all.

Chapter 1 – I’ve nailed that. I’ve read, re-read, re-read again, looked up words I didn’t know the meaning of, and followed the exercises. Sit still for 15 – 30 mins a day… The early stages of meditation.

I can do that. I’ve always been able to do that. I’ve always been able to daydream and I’ve always been able to sit still… I do it frequently in work.. (don’t tell anyone that though)..Now I’m just applying it slightly differently.

Chapter 1 – Passed.

Now on to chapter 2.

I’m in the early stages of chapter 2, but something is starting to click… Actually more than click… Beat… Something is starting to beat.

I’m changing a little bit. I’m growing a little bit. Part of my conscious mind is throwing good, wonderful, provoking  mud at my subconscious mind and it’s starting to stick.

I’m going to be good at this…. I am good at this.

Stop Thinking!!!!

OK.

I’m in the first chapter of The Master System. A chapter devoted to thoughts, improvements through the quality of your thoughts. Understanding the natural power of your thoughts…and I failed.

Two days in to a 24 week goal and I failed.

Details aren’t important now, but suffice to say by 6pm yesterday, I was frustrated, irate, irked, vexed, and you can probably drop a little anger into the mix too..

So.. What to do? Think positively?.. I tried.. I really tried. I couldn’t.

My frustration grew. I knew this was no good. It wasn’t constructive but I just couldn’t stop thinking about it. Then came guilt over failing to stop thinking about it. Then came more frustration from feeling guilty. Then more guilt…Classic pink elephant syndrome.. Don’t think about a pink elephant….Ah bugger…

My thoughts were raging. My thoughts were feral, they hissed and spat at me every time I approached them in an attempt to tame them.

I couldn’t control them… But I was aware of them. My guilt was over my inability to stop them, but then I remembered my awareness of them. I was beating myself up over nothing..Awareness of them is having some control over them… So I made a decision….

I allowed them in…. I welcomed them, I shook hands with them and told them I was pleased to have them and to make themselves comfortable…. I lulled them into a false sense of security. I told them they could stay as long as they wanted…I joked with them, I played games with them, then I told them to go wait in the car and I’d be there in a minute… All of a sudden I fancied a night in…

I can still hear them beeping from time to time, but I can’t quite make out what they are saying.. I’m sure they’ll get the message soon though.

Regardless of the fact it was now 2am and I’d tossed and turned and found the cold side of the pillow 7 times, it had worked.

I hadn’t failed after all… It was a triumph. I was a triumph. I’d just flicked through the brochure of my mind and stopped at the pages I wanted. I’d just controlled my mind! I’m a mind controlling genius… A little optimistic there maybe…. but, I’m going to be good at this…

I’m going to be great…

Charles Haanel – The Master Key System

I don’t remember how I stumbled upon this book, but reading the blurb on the back compelled me to buy it. It read…

The Master Key System is one of the finest studies in self-improvement and higher consciousness ever written…… that not only leaves you feeling good, but also thinking good.  This book was banned by the Church and has been hidden away for seventy years!

I was intrigued, so I had to buy it. It’s sat on my bedside table for 2 months but I picked it up this morning and had a flick through.

Hold that thought for a second whilst I firstly explain some recent events and thoughts….

A very good friend of mine commented on one of my posts yesterday and mentioned my commitment to blogging. It got me thinking about why I am so committed to it. The reason I started blogging was to explore my writing style, to explore what it was like to write publicly rather than just think privately…..It’s become so much more than that. It’s become more important to me than I ever imagined it would.

I read some truly inspiring blogs every day. I speak to some truly inspirational people. I appreciate every hit I get, I’m grateful for every ‘like’ I get, and I’m so very happy with every new comment I get… Subscribing to my blog.. well, that just blows my mind!

I made a conscious decision not to use my blog to rant or to be needlessly negative…. If and when I feel like that, I’ll continue to do it in thought only… and once I’m done thinking about it, I’ll counteract it with a positive blog post. Restore the status quo.

To give you an example… Driving home from work last Thursday, I made a mental ‘to do’ list in my head for the evening. It’s quite unusual for me to do this as I’m not a list kind of girl. I’m envious of those who are.

Anyway, my list was

  • Make Tea
  • Make lunch for tomorrow
  • Change bedding and put pyjamas on before I…
  • Pull pretty much contents of wardrobe out and iron everything

1 – 3 went without a hitch. I then came to point 4. Ironing. I pulled everything out of the wardrobe, and I mean everything. Took it downstairs and made a big pile in the living room floor. I pulled out the ironing board and plugged in the iron….Nothing. I unplugged the iron, shook it about a bit, fiddled with the lead a bit, pressed every button and turned every knob. Plugged it back in… Nothing… I probably did that another 3 or 4 times before a voice in my head said…

Bethan, leave it go.. It’s gone… Time of iron death…8.21pm

I was livid!…Livid that I’d dragged everything downstairs, my plan for the evening had been ruined, I’d have to take everything unironed back upstairs, and the prospect of having to wear unironed clothes to work.

I was so frustrated that I gave the ironing board a little kick….. which instantly buckled and collapsed broken to the floor..

Thank you universe!, lesson learnt!.. I acknowledge the hideous overreaction, and consequences of said overreaction.

I didn’t realise you could feel embarrassment in an empty house when it’s only you who has witnessed the event..  But I did. When I told someone at work the next day about it, they genuinely looked at me in surprise and said “What the hell did you do that for, you’re usually so chilled about everything”

In contrast, today my kitchen light blew and the fitting crumbled when I took it out… Being without light in a room is a little more important than an iron breaking, but today I just thought ‘Oh well, I’ll buy another light fitting and fix it’…

So, my point is, I think my commitment to blogging is as much about my commitment to self exploration, discovery and self-development as much as it is to writing.. I wasn’t expecting that when I started to blog. That has crept in and taken me by surprise.

Looking at my past blog posts, the majority of them relate to having fun, to feeling good and thinking good… which brings me back (finally) to Charles Haanel!

This book is arguably one of the first of its kind to talk about harnessing the power of the subconscious and the law of attraction.

The book is split up into 24 parts, and suggests you should focus on them as weekly study courses. That’s what I intend to do. Over the next 24 weeks, I am going to study one per week, and post a weekly update on my progress.

By blogging about it, I’m committing myself to actually doing it, and by actually doing it, I’m committing myself to blogging about it..

It’s a win win situation!

You and who’s army?… Passion and his army actually

The alarm was snoozed, it was too cold to get up yet, and I was too tired. This morning, I lay in bed for far longer than I should have, thinking about what actually drives me to get out of bed in the morning. What do I really feel passionate about…. and what does passion do to a person?

Imagine if there was no passion in the world? The world would keep on spinning, but the greatest films would not have been made. The greatest songs would not have been sung. The greatest books would not have been written, and your greatest love of all time would not exist.

I don’t think passion alone will get you what you want or where you want. What will, is all the other emotions that passion stirs awake.. Emotions that join forces. Pledge allegiance to each other.  Promise to watch each other’s back. Allied bound to each other.

Together, they’re the offering hand that you grab to pick you up, or steady your fall. They’re the forceful hands you feel pushing against your back when you’re half way up the hill and too tired to walk any further. They’re the reassuring hand that holds yours when you’re scared.

But, sitting in the darkness, in the stillness of nothing, in the dead of night….critical, negative thoughts start to seep out of the corners of your brain. Whisper from the shadows, and escape into your conscious thought.

If you’ve already awoken the beast of passion inside of you, it’ll be that beast you call to your rescue.

Your brain sends out an SOS.

Passion hears.. He calls a trusted friend, Mr Power.

“Will? Are you there? Gather up the troops, we’ve got a situation…”

You can feel the vibration within you, the resounding beat as they all gather up their energy, synchronise,  and come galloping to the rescue.

Valiant Passion leads the pack. Behind him, his gallant, loyal army.

Mr Will Power, has mustered up the best soldiers you could hope for. Courage, Determination, Conviction, Confidence, Resolve, Nerve, Belief,  and finally Faith. Faith who insists on leaping everywhere and insists you try the same.

They come thundering in to slay the dragons of insecurity. Make no mistake, they’ll always win. Understand, that if you back them, they’ll always emerge the victors.

After the fight, you’ll still hear the chants and war cry’s of Passion’s army echo and reverberate inside of you. Listen to them, feel them pulsate, find their beat.

Then, and only then…is when you can pull the thorn of fear from your side, lift it triumphantly above your head, before throwing it to the lions of success to devour.

That….. is what passion can do for you…. If you let it.

Doodles – Etchings of the subconscious mind

We all do it. On the phone, in the office, in the classroom…

I’m really interested in what my subconscious mind is telling me, so I want to know what my doodles mean. What subtle messages are being expressed by me when I’m absent-mindedly doodling?

Here is a typical page of my doodles

 

What does it all mean?

After spending 10 minutes Googling doodle analysis, I found out the following…

I’m an introvert, with a practical, methodical mind, but also a free-thinker who is creative and imaginative. I’m flexible, patient, persistent and am able to concentrate. I could have a suspicious nature, a need for harmony, love, security and show feelings of being trapped. I’m nostalgic, have a curious mind and possible self-image issues.

Wow!

Another interesting observation I made, is that I’ve doodled and drawn that same street of houses for years. I found these which date back to when I was in college in 1996. I must have drawn it hundreds of times since.

What does it mean to have drawn the same scene for the past 15 years?

I got what I deserved

Mirror… Signal… Manoeuvre…  BANG! ….. Shit!

That was last Wednesday night as I was pulling out of a parking space in a supermarket.

I didn’t check my blind spot and I reversed into a parked car behind me.

What do I do? The owner of the car wasn’t there? What would you do?

This is the first time I’ve ever had an incident in the car. In a corner of my brain a little figure who has been sitting in the shadows for the 14 years I’ve been driving, suddenly cleared her throat, stepped out into the spotlight and said loudly “I’ll take control of this – you have two choices”

Ladies & gentleman, here for one night only (hopefully!) my driving conscience…

“Choice A, you can drive away. Say nothing, do nothing. Drive away and go home. Eyes forward, slam it into first and drive off. Don’t look back

“Choice B, you can park up, wait for the owner, apologise, swap details and do the whole Insurance thing”

My driving conscience is very efficient. It processed all this information for me in the blink of an eye, the beat of a heart, the click of a finger…. then said

“Well?, make a decision please. NOW!”

I put my car into first gear and drove…..

THIS IS THE PART WHERE I GET WHAT I DESERVE


I drove around to the space next to the car I’d just hit, parked and got out.

The lady who owned the car was now casually walking back from putting her trolley away. When she saw me standing by her car, her casual walk quickened to a purposeful one. As she approached I said

“I’m so sorry I’ve just reversed into your car”

“Pardon” she said

“I’m so sorry, I’ve just reversed into your car

She looked at me, looked at her broken bumper, looked at me

“Never mind” She said “Don’t worry, nobody is hurt, and these things happen”

It was at this point, I realised that this lady’s behaviour was mirroring my own. I’d got exactly what I deserved. I’d got a pleasant and very understanding individual.

I was calm, and accepting of the fact that I couldn’t change what had just happened. I could however choose how I dealt with it. I wasn’t angry at myself, I wasn’t upset, I wasn’t frustrated. I was calm and rational, and so was the lady I was talking to. The situation had been mollified by both our reactions. Of all the cars in all the car park, I’d reversed into the right one!

Despite feeling a little bit foolish, my pride was still intact, because I’d done the right thing. And because I’d done the right thing, most importantly, my integrity was still intact. Still whole, untarnished and unblemished.

The lady was actually thanking me for not driving away. Although my driving conscience had presented me with that choice, I’d dismissed it instantly. I did the right thing, and I’m proud of myself that I did.

Despite having my first claim, having to get the damage to my car repaired too, and having to pay a hefty excess in the process, I’m happy it happened. It taught me that like attracts like. It reminded me that there are consequences to choices we make, it reassured me that my instinctive reaction and behaviour is well-balanced and most importantly… it taught me to always check my blind spot!

Trying to remember the colour of your underwear can boost your memory… Maybe..

Forget browsing the internet, Facebook and wandering around the office gossiping. Many hours in the working day can be lost across the world when people try to remember what colour underwear they’ve put on that day…

A simple subconscious task from the morning can become a personal memory game for the afternoon..

I’m not saying this happens to me everyday, but when it does, it’s usually after lunch when I’m at my least productive.

I’m at my desk, attempting to concentrate but then the mind starts to wander.

What shall I have for tea tonight? Shall I go to the gym? Do I need milk? That coffee stain on my desk looks a bit like an albatross if you look at it sideways…

Suddenly I can find myself thinking  ‘what colour underwear did I put on this morning?‘…..

Why can’t I remember?

Try and remember brain… TRY!

If you’re lucky your boss will walk past at this point and think ‘Wow, now that’s a face of concentration’.

Come on brain! THINK! It’s not that difficult… You were the one who put them on…

You could attempt a sneaky peak, but if you’re unlucky,  it will be at that point your boss walks past and sees you with your knicker elastic hanging out…..

The longest I’ve gone before I’ve remembered or given up is about 9 minutes.

Either way – it’s off to the toilets to check for certain.

Try and wait until the toilets are empty. There is something quite unnerving about hearing ‘Ahhh of course! coming from the cubicle next to you, and then seeing someone emerge with a rather ‘pleased with themselves’ look on their face.

Try it… next time your mind starts to wander, do something to boost your memory and play the underwear game…

I suppose the only people this wouldn’t apply to, are those who prefer ‘Going commando‘…. Or as my Dad once mistakenly called it ‘Going Columbo‘….

That amused me for days.