WELCOME TO PARADISE!
No…this web site isn’t paradise. Paradise exists over there with you, right now. You are completely immersed in it. You see, paradise is far more than simply a place.
“The seeds of paradise are planted in the mind, take root in the heart and flourish in the world.”
Paradise isn’t dependent on what’s going on in the world around you. It’s entirely dependent on what’s going on inside of you–within your mind. Because as you’ll soon find out that’s the only place the world, as you know it, exists. From here peace, well-being and happiness will follow!
That Einstein; now there was one smart dude. Imagine if you could discover your own hidden powers that would reveal those life and world illusions? And in the process experience an transcendent and empowered life? Well, good news. You can.
You can free and empower your mind and allow paradise to begin rising in your life. How can you make this happen? By hanging out at here at ParadiseRising.ca, using the free PR Meditation and taking a journey through your guidebooks to paradise: Be Somebody and Swimming with Gandhi and Einstein.
Feed your mind and soul…and…feed a child!
The good news is when you embark on your life enhancing journey through Be Somebody & Swimming with Gandhi and Einstein you’ll also be sending an amazingly effective and life giving food to acutely malnourished children. Now that’s what I call sharing paradise.
Enjoy the journey!
Excerpt from Swimming with Gandhi and Einstein
“I’m going to share something with you that I have told very few people,” she informed me, as her voice became quieter, and at the same time, more intense.
“Why me?” I asked.
“Because I feel you need it.” She looked me in the eyes like she was about to tell me where I could find a lost treasure. “One time I had to take a long car trip and about half-way through the trip I stopped in a park by a river to meditate in my car. It didn’t seem like a great meditation, but that’s the way these things happen. After I continued on my trip I came to a small town…”
“What town?” I asked with renewed interest.
“That doesn’t really matter does it?” she asked.
“I don’t know does it?”
“No,” she replied with a slight giggle. “As I was saying, I came to this town and I stopped at a small market. I was about to open my car door to get out when something happened. For a very short time which seemed to hang in eternity, I saw that everyone and everything, all that could be seen and all that is unseen consists of something that I can only describe as a profound and peaceful love.
In that moment I came to the realization that love is not simply just an emotion that we feel or don’t feel depending on who we’re with, but is much, much more than that. Love is all around us and through us and connects us all to each other. Love quietly and unobtrusively lies waiting to bubble over and to be used and given away to anyone and everyone regardless of the relationships we think we have or don’t have with others.”
She stopped talking to examine my reaction before starting again. “It was after that I realized that it was possible to experience the love I have for my daughter with anyone on the planet and the only one stopping me is me.”
“Come on now, you can’t honestly say you feel the same way for the worst that humanity has produced as you do for your daughter!” I said in disbelief.
“James, all I know is that love does not exclude anyone ~ we do.”
She turned to look out at the lush valley in front of us and then turned back to face me. “James, inside there,” she said getting up from the table and pointing to my chest, “is a man worthy of getting to know. All you need to do is get out of his way and let him emerge.” With that she reached into her pack and threw some cash on the table.
“Where are you going?” I said, surprised by her sudden move to get up and leave.
“I’m going back to the hotel to see how my baby is doing,” she informed me.
“Well, wait a second and I’ll walk with you,” I reached for my pocket as I began to stand.
“No James, I’ll be fine.” She touched my shoulder to gently sit me back down.
“Helena you don’t need to leave. Give me a few minutes and I’ll take you back,” I was on the borderline of pleading. I didn’t want her to leave because at that moment I wasn’t crazy about being alone.
“I’ll see you later. Perhaps we’ll get together when Gerard is feeling better,” she said. “We’re at Oka Wati’s Bungalows.” She shouted back to me as she walked away.
I sat feeling lousy as I stared into space. I wanted to leave but I didn’t want to have to get out of my chair to do it. Soon I found myself heading down the road in the direction I assumed was the quickest way back to the village centre, but I only half cared if I made it. I passed a few locals who were friendly and said hello. My attempt to respond was dismal with a slight nod of my head in acknowledgement. I came upon a path that led away from the road and down toward the river. I decided to follow it across a small field to the edge of the steep hill. Peering down, I saw that the path zigzagged down to the water’s edge.
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I love this picture. It’s a shot of a bunch of kids playing in the aftermath of a World War 2 battle. If you look closely you can see it’s a photo taken through a blown out wall and there are bullet holes in the top right hand corner of the picture.
Can you see the expressions on the faces of the kids? They’re happy! They’re smiling and laughing…during a life of turmoil and uncertainty. In the middle of it all they’ve found their paradise, their paradise that simply exists in play and fun and living in the moment. In that moment they couldn’t care less about all the urgent matters created and sustained in the adult mind.
If there is anything I’ve learned over the years in this classroom called fatherhood it’s that young children live like nothing matters. This, coupled with living in the moment allows for a happy paradise-like existence.
“But wait!” you say. “We just need to teach them which things in life actually matter.” Really? We’ve been doing that since the first parent/child relationship. How’s it working for us? Some adults think certain things matter so much they start wars and fly planes into buildings. The problem is the genesis of what matters occurs in the firing of synapses in someone’s brain. There are 6.7 billion brains out there. That’s a whole lot of “what matters.” That can be (and has been) messy.
It’s time we began turning things around and started learning from children. Started living in the moment and seeing ourselves as the creators of what matters and therefore free to choose what our lives will be about. Then there would be no more blown out walls and bullet holes.
One beautiful summer night, my girlfriend Stephanie, who happens to now be my wife, and I were driving home from a date. We were in her car so she was driving. After a few moments she turned and told me to put on my seat belt.
This happened to be a very introspective time in my life. I was on a quest to figure out this whole ego thing. Although I had read about it, for some reason that wasn’t enough. I needed something more, but I didn’t know what.
My inquiry about the human ego was like a pebble in one’s shoe. You carry on with your day-to-day life and yet, in the back of your mind, you’re always aware of the existence of that pebble. For months my ego inquiry was always just below the surface of my mind, waiting for answers.
I was living in a question, just as Einstein did when he watched clouds pass during months and even years of intellectual inquiry. Living in the question is simply the process of asking a question of no one in particular. It’s just sending that question out into the cosmos, the subconscious, or the source of all things, whatever you want to call it. It is the act of waiting for life to give you the answer or solution you seek.
Stephanie’s request for me to put on my seat belt was an entirely reasonable and legal request. I turned to her and said. “No.”
She looked over at me like I had lost my mind. She said, “Could you please put it on?”.
“No, I don’t want to put it on,” I defiantly responded to Steph’s second request.
“Will, you have to put it on, it’s the law, you’re in my car and I’m responsible.”
“I’m not putting on my seat belt,” I forcefully stated. “I don’t want to, and I don’t have to, so drop it.” Yeah I know, I was being a jerk. Now just so you know I am a seat belt wearer and always have been. I choose to wear one to save myself from becoming a human projectile through the windshield. But for some reason I took exception that night to being told what to do.
That incident, unfortunately, mushroomed into a larger argument between Steph and me. After the dust settled, an uncomfortable silence accompanied us on our long journey home.
At that moment in the dashboard illuminated darkness, the cosmos, the subconscious, the source of all things, whatever you call it, showed up to slap me upside the head! My quest to understand the ego had leapt off the pages of a university text book and become a real life movie with me in the starring role. I had taken the affection I had for the beautiful woman I loved, plus the affection she had for me, and traded it all in for my need to be in control, my need to be right and my need to win the seatbelt battle. I had come face to face with my own inner beast, my ego, and all of its scheming manipulations and pettiness. All for the sake of…ME.
In the exploration of your ego don’t judge it, simply become aware of this nature of yourself. You are simply shining a bright light of personal awareness on a hidden part of your existence that will eventually set you free of it.
Have you jeopardized relationships in your personal life or in your career for the sake of being right or wanting to win? When you really examine it are not being right and winning rather lonely victories at times?
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Imagine for a moment that you want to travel across town.
You hop into your car and head out on your way. Very soon you have to make a turn onto another road. You become annoyed and angry at having to change direction. Eventually though you have to make another turn, and another and yet another.
You pull your car over to the side of the road get out shake your fist in the air and scream: “Why?! Why?! Why do I always have to turn all these corners? It’s not fair. I’ve worked so hard to get to where I’m going. Why can’t I just travel straight there without having to turn all the time?!”
Your journey through life
Now think of the journey across town as your journey through life and think of the corners as the points in life we might call failures. Lost jobs and careers, business start-ups that didn’t work out, broken marriages and relationships.
Life is one long continuous journey. A journey that we unconsciously segment into events. Weddings, birthdays, trips to the beach, break-ups, being let go from your job. All of life’s events have one thing in common with the street corners from my story. They contain no emotion until we inject it into them. We are, for the most part, unaware that we’re injecting that emotion. To us certain events are fun, happy, good. Other events are stressful, difficult, bad.
Weddings, birthdays and trips to the beach are simply just events until we make something of them. Life can be more enjoyable when you begin to realize that you could say the same thing about break-ups and being fired. Seeing yourself more as an author of your life rather than a reporter may not make being fired or breaking up with someone more fun and enjoyable, but it can take the intense sting out of certain events. It can allow you to rebound much quicker.
Labels are for clothes not your magnificent life!
Therefore an event we label as a failure is nothing more than the turning of a corner on the journey through life. It’s something to be learned from but anything else you add to it is your choice.