The Alchemy of Success

"The Alchemist" by Sir William Fettes Douglas

Once upon a time, the airwaves were flooded with the next magic pill to make people lose weight.  People bought them.  People fell for the nonsense…I was one of them. 

After many years of riding that roller coaster, it has finally become apparent to the masses that those gimmicks are just that. 

So what do you need to achieve?

You need the magic potion that I have for you.  Pay careful attention.  I am going to give you the recipe that you need to succeed.  Not just at weight loss, but at life.

Ready?

Got your pen?

Paper?

Here we go:

You need the following:

  • Belief
  • Love
  • Intention
  • Vision

Brew those things together and you have the winning combination of ingredients required to make the most of your life. 

Belief in yourself.  Love of yourself.  Soulful intention.  And your mind’s eye view of you doing what you do

That’s it. No pills.  No scams.  No silly gimmicks.  Listening to yourself and loving yourself leads you to success in every aspect of your life.  Your body, mind and soul know what you need.  All  you have to do is listen and obey. 

Easy, huh? 

If it isn’t, we’ll talk about why it isn’t as easy as it sounds next time. 

And in case you are a bald eagle hovering over this site, reading…fitness isn’t about the numbers 🙂

Drop me a line and let me know what key ingredient you are missing from your Success Recipe.  Thanks for hanging out and reading my wall…let’s get together on Twitter and Facebook, too! 

 © Tania Dakka and Chaotic Musing, 2011

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Honor, Respect and Values

The King

He was a great man.  The whole village loved him.  Respected him.  Honored him.  Even the woman whom he divorced never begrudged him.  He was the king.  And he was good.

While in power, he ruled with a firm, yet gentle hand.  Loving his family.  Treating his workers well.  And fearing his God.  Upon the knowledge that his day was coming, he visited all to apologize if he had ever wronged them.  Of course, the only one he had ever wronged was his former wife.  For that, he was forgiven and he died knowing that he had reformed bonds that may have weakened over time.  He died knowing that he had done right by all and, most importantly, by his God.  He died.  At peace.

The entire village died a little with him that day.  And even those of us that witnessed via TV screen were affected by this fictitious life that passed before us. 

His goodness and kindness were things of the past.  Attributes of a bygone era.  But why?  

Because media dominates our thinking. Because media dictates who we are and what we should do or think or say.  Because media elicits that happiness comes from self-service.  Get what you want, no matter what, and you will be happy. 

Really?

No.  True happiness comes from service to others IN ADDITION TO self-service.   As humans, we were driven by community and togetherness, but we have let ourselves be led astray from what our goals should be.  Oneness…with each other and with our selves. 

Imagine dying at peace with yourself and your God (or Universe, whatever it is that you may call it).  Imagine that today is your last day.  Would you be at peace knowing that you did your best to be a common thread in the tapestry of a life that wove together Souls?  Would you die knowing that you lived the best, most effective life you could? 

We are all unique.  We each have beautiful gifts for this world.  We can go back to back to the time when goodness and honor reigned by being the salmon swimming upstream.  By turning away from a media ruled pop culture that degrades and degenerates, we return values and respect to this world. 

You control your choices in this life.  What decisions do you make that make you the best you can be?  What ideals do you implement to help others be the best they can be?

 

© Tania Dakka and Chaotic Musing, 2011

Awakening

Credit: John Martin (1789-1854) via WikiMedia Commons

Jared’s body ached.  His head pounded with the knowledge that he would never see her again.  Adrenaline pushed him to the brink.  He was going to jump.  There was nothing left of him now.  With a last breath, he leapt from the ledge of the building.  Wind pushed against him slowing his descent.  He cursed that wind.  He wanted death and he wanted it quickly. 

Thud.  

A strange light emanated around him.  Studying his surroundings, he found himself in a room amongst gnarled and twisted faces.  Their knot holes of eyes bore through him.  “Where am I?” He asked. In unison, crippled and curled hands all pointed to the wall with the bloody window.  Jared knew not what to make of the sight. 

Then he saw a woman.  It was her.  Daniela staring inward through the bloody panes.  Crying, she screamed for him.  He tried to run to the window, but found himself chained to the spot at which he stood.  He struggled to reach her.  He screamed for her, but no voice left his lips.  Pain seared his brain as he pulled against the chains. 

He needed to see her.  He needed to speak to her.  He needed her. 

After hours of seemingly endless struggle, Jared’s body became tired.  Every scream that left Daniela’s lips caused him physical pain.  It was torture.  He was being tortured for his act. 

She had died a natural death, but in taking his own life he was left to hear her screams for eternity.  The one thing that caused him pain would be the only thing that he would hear until the end of time. 

Jared laid down and stopped fighting.  He listened for her voice moment after moment.  His blood boiled with each note.  He slowly realized that he had been consumed by her.  That her existence had been the only thing that mattered and had he wanted to be with her again, patience would have served him best.  Tears fell as he realized his mistake. 

His body convulsed with sorrow and grief over their deaths and their il-lived lives.  Her screams continued to pierce him as he lay on the ground shaking violently.  Then, they stopped. 

There was silence. 

The bloody window where Daniela stood became clear and illuminated the room with butter-yellow sun.  Her face entered the window, smiling.  His pain left his body and serenity returned. 

Jared awoke from his dream aware of the way he was living his life.  He kissed Daniela’s picture on his bedside table and wearily started his day with the knowledge that everything would be ok…someday. 

 

What are your concepts of heaven and hell?  Do you think Jared would have been punished had he decided to take his own life?

© Tania Dakka and Chaotic Musing, 2011

Our Love Will Last Forever

Of all of the gifts that Jack and Barbara had been given, there were three that were most special for them: the gift of their meeting, the gift of love and the gift of time. Happily ever after didn’t have anything on these two…until one fateful day 32 years later.

Living in a small southern town, Barbara had refused beau after beau for years. None were good enough. None fit the bill. She had finally resolved herself to living alone with her four-legged best buddy, Happy. She was content in her new townhouse. What more could she need? She had a nice home, a good job and her four-legged best buddy.

One month later, a gentleman named Jack moved in two doors down. Barbara hardly gave him a second glance…until one day she needed help starting her car. He was eager to give her a hand as he had been hoping for a chance to meet her, but never quite knew how. Barbara had been so taken by his charm and quick wit that she found herself giddy around him. She had finally found the right man. And he had found the right woman.

They married later that year and never had any regrets about such a speedy courtship. They were inseparable. Barbara was deeply in love with Jack and couldn’t imagine a more wonderful man.

Then, after 32 happy years, they got news that would forever change their lives. Jack was diagnosed with cancer. Barbara was with him when the doctors gave him the prognosis. It felt as though her heart had been ripped from her chest. Everything that they had planned for the future was no longer valid. Sadness overcame Barbara, but she knew she had to be strong for Jack. She couldn’t let him have to worry about her fears and feelings. She had to muddle through this.

Jack suffered through two fruitless rounds of chemo. The tumor had taken hold and metastasized. He opted to go without any more meds or treatments. He loved his life and couldn’t deteriorate the quality any longer. He was determined to enjoy the remainder of his time…regardless of how much there was left. He needed to enjoy his time with Barbara. He needed to see her happy…not worrying about how sick he was.

A vacation was just what they needed. That time was spent ocean side and produced the most beautiful memories of their lives. They spent hours walking under the beautiful sun and reflecting on their marriage and their life. The ocean setting provided them with a much needed relief. All the pertinent issues no longer seemed relevant. Most nights they fell asleep holding each other or, at the very least, holding hands. Barbara and Jack relished this time they had. They focused on each other and each other’s happiness.

One year later, Jack’s condition took a turn for the worst. They had plans to renew their vows on their 32ndAnniversary, but Barbara couldn’t stand to see him struggling. She asked to cancel, but Jack wouldn’t hear it. He knew how happy this would make her. As touched as she was, she hated to see him so weak. His persistence would stay in her heart forever.

While he was unable to shop for a card for the occasion, he enlisted a friend to shop and choose three cards for him. The friend called Jack to read the favored cards and Jack chose the one he would have bought for her.

At the ceremony, he gave Barbara her card. It read: “Our Love Will Last Forever.” In awe at the utter perfection of the card, she cried. Though he was weak, he still managed to bring her the utmost delight.

It seemed as though Jack had been holding on just for Barbara because two days after their renewal, Jack succumbed to the cancer that had riddled his body. Barbara couldn’t believe that his fight was finally over. The last 19 months proved to be one of the best gifts that they could have hoped for. This time brought them closer than they had ever been and gave them a new understanding of the words: “Our Love Will Last Forever.”