Gidday Mark, why don't you search for the experience. I used to think it was all dribble, but I really, really, totally wanted to see how visualisation and achieving goals works, thinking mostly from a sports performance and benefit point of view. I'm kind of all or nothing in whatever I do, so I went full on, to get an answer that satisfied all of my questions, and that would supposedly give me a competitive edge. I was not even remotely considering 'Spirituality', which I viewed as the realm of 'losers', dreamers and the weak. What ended up happening could fill a book, but I certainly got and experienced answers, and along the way my past beliefs were irrefuteably oblitherated. I had hilarious experiences, that made a comedy out of my beliefs and doubts, and clinging disbelief. What people think of them is absolutely irrelevent to me.
Say, exactly like an experience I had with eating eggs. I ate 2 dozen a day for about 12 years. And a half pint of cream. No fruit or veg, just sometimes potatoes drenched in butter and semi ripe bananas. A few nuts and grains, maybe a desert spoon amount a day. Butter, heaps of it, cheese, fatty meat. Full cream milk, and water. I couldn't care less, remotely, the slightest, what reports, experiments, experts, findings...whatever, whoever, say. If you where here and knew me, you would know its true. I could introduce you to friends, sporting associates, and doctors who would reluctantly verify it, and reluctantly verify that my health and fitness was ridiculous. And you still wouldn't believe it. And the very people describing it, who were reluctant witnesses, will still tell you 'too many eggs are bad for you'. It's hilarious, if there were more hours in the day I would have eaten 3 dozen. I would literally trample guys, and they would ask me what I do to be so fit and strong. I would tell them I eat 2 dozen eggs a day, and they would freak, and tell me I must be really sick, and I must feel terrible, and that I would die...all after I had trampled them, and they were collapsing with exhaustion, and were asking me what I do! To dumbfound doctors I would have medicals, and when the results were deluxe, and they would congratulate me on my awesome health, and low cholesterol levels (cholesterol was the craze then), I would take great delght in telling them what I ate. I'm supposed to be dead! My 'Spiritual' experiences are like that. So real it's a comedy. I know writing this is a comedy, pointless. Because, nothing, absolutely nothing, beats experience, or means a thing compared to it. Ever tried to explain to someone, or have explained to you what something tastes like that they, or you, haven't eaten? Spirit is real, it's us...and eggs...
