But what we do have control of is if we hold onto a thought and breathe life into it. And we have no control over which thought pop-ups in our head at any given moment. Thoughts are coming and going continuously. If we repeat those negative thoughts, we think negatively way more than we think positive thoughts. Of those, 80% are negative and 95% are repetitive thoughts. According to the National Science Foundation, an average person has about 12,000 to 60,000 thoughts per day.We think a thought, which creates an emotion, and our bodies dynamically create a feeling based upon that emotion which was created by a thought that we grabbed and held onto. Every moment we are being animated by what we think and what we feel.īecause whatever a person thinks they are going to feel. Today we are going to talk about how we are letting our thoughts animate us. And you will remember that the Latin word for Souls is anima- this is where we get the word animation. Outlines, which might turn into more recognizable shapes and even solid and touchable objects, if I pushed harder.#003- As we discussed in Episode 2, we have an energy within us that gives our bodies life, which a lot of people call their soul. So at least I have the advantage of not just feeling miserable without a clue, but in fact realizing that I feel miserable, like starting to see vague outlines in the mist, which is surrounding me and filling me. But how could I possibly do this? Oh, I guess that I’m already on my way, because I’ve come aware. How does the saying go: If you want help, then help yourself. Now wouldn’t that be nice? Only that it won’t happen. I know, what I’m waiting for: I’m waiting for this lock to suddenly appear like magic, for it to appear to be at my service, just like that. Reasonable thoughts might enter, but those, which only came to cause trouble and confusion, would receive a good kick in the a… Then when some thought came and wanted to enter my mind, I could look at it and check its justification. What if I shut them out? Put a good fast lock at the entrance of my mind, and a sign, which says: No entry permitted without passport.
They know that they are stronger than I am. Like vampires: once you opened a window for them, they can enter freely and feed on you. They come and go without waiting to be beckoned in. Thoughts that keep racing through your head, chasing each other or more often chasing their own tails. The silence you hear, when you’re alone, only with your thoughts for company. But inside, I would still hear the silence. If I switched on my external hard disk drive now and played some music from my vast collection, maybe this would drown the silence around me. But then again: what is it? Listening to the steady hum of my computer and the steady clicking of my fingers on the keys, the silence around me feels all the more solid. Typos by the score, yet at the same time my writing is rapid, as if I needed to catch something that’s trying to escape my grip. Sitting here at my desk, nervous, with a heartbeat far too fast, waiting for something to happen … But for what? My fingers hardly obey my mind’s instructions on typing the words in the correct order of letters.