Rebecca Dalmas

Day 674 Information is not free, yet information is free.

In the last days I notice a growing loopy-ness, as I call it. Meaning, I have a sense of not being grounded, present, here. It feels like there are too many things to juggle at the moment, like I am pulling stings and balancing them out. I watch for self pity, blame, spi... —

Day 673 I am the nature of change.

I realize that I fear change, and yet this is a natural ability within me, and the physical world surrounds me to enable me to change to fit with what is here, and to work with in ways that do no harm. I can see where television, imparts a vision that has nothing to do with... —

Day 672 Returning to Common Sense.

Returning to common sense. Last night, as I was driving back from a second presentation for the week, I wanted to go into all manner of self doubt and give up. The problem is that the drama within and as me, had no common sense. This was myself looking at lack, instead of t... —

Day 671 Fearing to Let Self Definitions Go. Becoming the change I want to see.

Fearing to let self definitions go. In walking the journey to life I realize with each step, how much I allow knowledge and information to guide me, as in myself following information without respect for the source of that information which is this physical world. Thus, I r... —

Day 659 The presence of a baby in nature; silent, stable, lite, fluid.

Yesterday I walked with my young three plus month old nephew. We walked around the house, his hands reaching out to touch what was before him, The baby also being aware of the spatial measure within the distance of his hand and what was before him. He would reach out, draw his... —

Day 657 What leads is the past information, as what is here as the physical. What is Generation?

I can see the travesty of the refugee system where whole masses of people are running from bombs and destruction as drones and planes fly over and bomb this earth. How in any way does this make any sense? Human beings can create wonderful things, they are very very capable of... —

Day 656 It is time to come home.

If I can only focus on one thing at a time, then the small is here right in front of me for me to use to direct myself in ways that do no harm. I have to feel here, the space around me, just as a young baby does, sensing the space as that arm begins to move from it’s side to a... —

Day 655 Personalities bouncing around as the pressures of life take their toll.

I was having a conversation about a family friend's daughter who had become the prodigal son- so to speak. This girl had rejected her family traditions and married someone outside of her culture. This is not necessarily a bad thing, but it can lead to division if time is not t... —

Day 654 I may ground myself here, into equality and oneness with the physical to stand equal and one to life.

If I carry around my past, as all the experiences I have that are charged with fear, I cannot see the potential of what is here as the physical as life in expression. My reptilian brain stands with the weight of that charge, slowing me down, and all I see is threat and possibi... —

Day 653 What if the gift of patience? The gift of self discovery.

I was standing talking to a crowd, all the while it was as though the weight of fear was there, in each and every one, I noticed that this sense of futility came up, and yet, I could see this and remain within moving through this, as in not only seeing this, and speaking up f... —

Day 652 What does it mean to be practical, living here, in the moment. The Game of Mind Consciousness.

What does it mean to be practical, living here in the moment? I have to remind myself to practical reality in every moment, through reminding myself to stand up straight. I notice that physically, my body tells me in every moment where I am, what shadows of emotion and feeli... —

Day 651 The Word ' Practice" What I am doing when I skim a word!

I was reading this passage, and I noticed that I had skimmed the word ‘ practice.’ I went back and re-read the sentence and it was as though I could see a film over this word, like a glitch because in all reality, in all common sense, that word on that page, is the word ‘pract... —

Day 650 A reaction to a coffin carrier. The ghost in the machine composed of media and/or the past.

This weekend I came across an antique piece that was a panel on wheels, about two feet high, with a ‘Y’ fork on both sides. I kept staring at it wondering about its practical use. Meanwhile, I had a sense of dis-ease, that I would call having a quality of being morbid. I aske... —

Day 649 The matrix of limitation, a tiny life.

Getting lost in the patterns falling down from my mind and believing the emotional bodies building within my lower back. I have been standing and facing people this summer with greater intensity than in the previous months. Within this, I begin to not only see my own patterns... —

Day 648 A moment in mind consciousness ONLY! STOP!

Yesterday, I went into a sinking personification as a belief that I had failed, that getting through was impossible, and from there I realized, wait, it is a practical world where we create a within that is not equal to the without, an above that is not equal to the below. The... —

Day 646 Peeling back the layers of belief that I repeated again and again.

I begin to feel that I keep saying the same things again and again, Yet this repetition is how I have built my own separation from living here, equal and one, in respect of reality, as the physical world. Thus, as I peel back the layers, what I find is a composition of value j... —

Day 645 I am the Self Directive Principle of Me.

I noticed this week that in not reacting to the words of another, as the very measure of value and/or understanding about being here, that the emotional reactions as I see them manifest - as justifications based on good and bad, as a fear of ‘ what if’- quickly passed. The mom... —

Day 644 Culture, Tradition, and Nutella. Emotional bonds and reality.

Culture, Tradition and Nutella. Emotional bonds and reality. Europe Discovers Chocolate How the War Changed Everything, Even O... —

Day 643 What is a thought? What is a feeling? What is an emotion?

All over the world we have what is known as education. People pay money for this, and communities create schools for this. We all understand that the apple does not fall far from the tree. Thus, we can all understand that when we have opportunity, we are exposed to all manner ... —

Day 642 Our use of water reflects our self interest that is in the end our own accepted lack. It is interesting to see that a local state bureaucracy manipulates freely given resources in self interest. In this case, selling off their water to corporations for so little return on that resource. And, t... —

Day 641 The point of pride, riding a desire to participate.

The point of pride, riding a desire to participate. In writing some SF today, I noticed a point of pride. I have noticed this point of pride as an impetus to do something, but have not realized the distraction of even a small measure of this as how I direct myself in living... —

Day 640 Why do we teach our children the story of the princess ?

Why do we teach our children the story of the princess instead of the story of the physical body, as a starting point? I seems to me to be backwards that we teach a little girl about being a princess before what she really is, and the magnificence of what she is, all those ce... —

Day 639 Acceding to the words/measure of another. Self Responsibility

Authority. Accede, to agree to another’s opinion. When one agrees without evaluation of what is being acceded to, means that one, by not reflecting on what is presented, understanding the form and investigating to become self responsible, will lose one's authority of self as ... —

Day 638 Looking at Authority as the Politeness of Society

Looking at Authority. As I move around in society, I realize so much is expressed through emotional values, like a really long duration of touting good, and/or bad. The impetus of value touting. The whole construct of ‘ politeness’ when talking with others, a good, taking u... —

Day 637 The Follower, the Habit of Limitation.

The Follower, habit of limitation. We learn by following. Somehow, this means of expanding and learning, has become stagnant. We get stuck in the following, the taking in of form, and get bogged down in this process, losing that which is the means to follow, to take in, to... —

Day 636 Moving from the Big to the Small

Moving from the big to the small. A point opened up where I realize that I had judged some actions as being tedious. Looking at this in relation to what I am doing in my life, I realized that I had a belief that some of the required actions were tedious, and yet there I was... —

Day 635 The Fabric of My Persona

The Fabric of My Persona I had an experience yesterday where I was alone with a human being playing a role in our society. As I stood there talking with him, I could see some fears coming up in relation to my role towards his role. That uncertainty , like a fly buzzing aroun... —

Day 634 Cat Punching and a Cup-is-a-Cup.

Cat Punching and a cup-is-a-cup. We go to school, in a box, and we follow. We become the experience that reflects our focus and with repetition, we become what we think about. What is the model of our schools? We spend hours and hours in our childhood, in our developmental ye... —

Day 633 When I react emotionally I exist as a system of default.

When I react emotionally I exist as a system of default. When I am not focused here, being considerate of all things as this world that is physical that I use to move within and be in expression as, I become agitated, full of friction and conflict resisting and reacting to th... —

Day 632 my imaginative perceptive lens of values separating me from the practice of living a physical life.

I had a dream last night where I was kissing someone while here were people all around me. Lately, I have been asking myself how I can connect with people more than I am currently able. In this journey to life, I slow down and look at how I moved myself, what thoughts directed... —