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Save Yourself Before You Save Others

Rebecca stood at the edge of a deep and steep ravine. She had walked the winding, lonely route to this point alone, lost in thought.  The view before her was beautiful. Majestic winding hills curved by a masterful hand. Shades of green and brown traded with yellow and grey as her eyes sought the answers she was looking for.

Rebecca had seen tremendous success. She had climbed to the top, and still, something was not right. She held something in her hands, unable to carry it in her rucksack.

I am wealthy.

I am caring.

I am happy.

She had affirmed herself many times and had seen these come to light.

‘God said I AM.’ In this statement lies the infinite existence of God and the limitless possibilities present before man. Rebecca, from a young age, discovered she was many things: intelligent, charismatic, and curious, and she embodied these and many more.

But as she stood there in awe, she wondered. “I may have forgotten who I am, or what I am, or where I am. But did I forget the ‘I AM' within me?”

There were times when voices in Rebecca’s head said.

I am a fraud.

I am not qualified.

I am unlovable.    

Her parents were too busy building their careers, and when angry, her mom would say, 'Don't be stupid.' Such words were stored in a very particular room in her mind. In that room, echoes reverberated many times. She visited that room more often for solace as she grew older and became increasingly distant from her parents.

She kept her weapons and armour in that room, protecting herself from a harsh, threatening world.

 

Let the weak say, 'I am strong.'

 

The echoing words in that room had a soothing effect, allowing her to cope day after day.

Yet she was tired of this reality, where everything was a battle. She had cried many times when she was alone and then gone into a boardroom and charged a battalion of men to conquer more territory for her thriving business.

Yet he had died, taken his own life. She had loved him more than anyone else. She had given him the keys to all the rooms in her heart and mind. And he had made her happy for the time they were together.

She had read somewhere that your state of consciousness is the one and only reality. In it, you explain the phenomena of life. Either good, bad or indifferent. If your concept of yourself differed, everything in your world would be different.  

“My consciousness is how I am aware and responsive to my surroundings. I want to change it and see if I can live a more fulfilling life,” she told her friend.

“Why do you want to throw all your success away and embark on this walking journey?”

“If I change my consciousness, I can access a higher concept of me and build a more stately mansion,” she joked.

“Can’t you do it while you are here?”

“I can’t because I'm unable to unlock myself; I don’t see any other way. My imagination is limited. I have accumulated most of the things I dreamt of having, and I can tell you how I got them,”

“Wait! I want to hear how you got them,” her friend’s eyes lit up.

“I'm struggling with my business. Tell me more so I can find success like you have.”

“Well,” Rebecca cocked her head to the side, at pains to explain.

“When I was young, I discovered the power of faith.”

 

Faith is a strong belief in something, often in the absence of concrete evidence or proof.     

 

I became aware that for anything you want, you have to turn away from the real objective world, which is what we see, hear, touch, and sense, and move to the subjective world, which centres in my consciousness, or rather, my interpretation of life. And it is in my consciousness that I can realise my fondest dreams.

“Wow, tell me more!” her friend insisted.

“The world has no motive, but it manifests your concept —the arrangement of your mind. Consider a magnet; when demagnetised, it can’t attract; its particles are random, facing all directions. However, when magnetised, the same particles are suddenly arranged in order, marshalled in rank, and facing in one direction, thereby becoming a magnet. Therefore, your mind can be disordered, or it can be organised in the image of all you believe and consent to be true. The concept of self.”

 “But we have many issues of life and many travails, sicknesses, competition, strife from the world around,” retorted her friend.

Rebecca held up her hand in protest.

“Our greatest delusion is our conviction that there are causes other than our state of consciousness. All that befalls a man, all that he does, and all that comes from him happen as a result of our state of consciousness. That’s why I must change it for me to change my outer world.”

Rebecca looked firm about it, and the friend cowed slightly.

“Your consciousness is all that you think, desire and love, all that you believe is true and consent to,” she repeated with conviction.

She continued.

“When rain falls as a result of a change in the temperature of higher regions of the atmosphere, in the same manner, my circumstances will change when I change my state of consciousness.”

 “How do I change my consciousness?” the friend asked. “I see scarcity and pain at every turn I take.”

“You must have a new way of thinking, and it comes from ideas you pick from books, from mentors, from being willing to be humble and gain as much knowledge as you don’t know,”

“That I do often,” said the friend with a smile.  

“Then, you must have a burning desire to effect change. You must want to change and yearn to be different. Many people claim they want change, but they lack the desire or motivation to make it happen.”

“That is true. “ I want to have a gym body, but the motivation goes out the window after two sessions at the gym,” her friend said, looking at his bulging belly.

“I used to take the time to imagine my ideal self. The person I wanted to be, and then painted a vivid and clear picture of her in my mind. Then, I allowed myself to feel like she was already here, and I was her. Then I would start living in that belief that it was already done.”

“Wow! Please explain more.”

“You know how a moth idolises the flame, and it destroys itself to become one with it. Your attitude should be similar. There is mental and spiritual knowledge to be gained from your quest. Mental knowledge is acquired when you study a subject of your choice, examine it from the outside, compare it with other things, and analyse and define it.” She paused, reflecting.

“Spiritual knowledge is similar to the moth; you become one with the flame. You must assume you are already what you want to be and then live by faith in this assumption. You must have complete fidelity to this assumption.”

Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.

“I rarely dream, and I thought only children and artists have a strong imagination.”

“Then you are doomed. It is the only instrument that allows you to create your world as you desire and is an endowment from God. It is the one thing schools strive to destroy from a young age. Worse, we only attribute it to certain creative professions, such as writers and actors. Yet, to truly move and build anything, you must sustain your faith.”

“What is this instrument?” Asked Rebecca’s friend excitedly.

“Your creative imagination.”

Her friend shrugged, disappointed in the answer.

“Listen, your imagination is the instrument of redemption from mental slavery, sickness and poverty. You have a choice to stay in your current concept of self, with a hunger for freedom, health, and security, or choose imagination and imagine yourself as that which you want to be.”

Rebecca continued.

“Since our assumptions determine our lives, are you a slave to or a master of your assumptions?”

“I don’t know. What differentiates the two?”  

“When you are a master, it means freedom and happiness. Yet, it requires deliberate and conscious control of your imagination.”

What do you mean by 'control’ of imagination”? Can I even control my imagination? It seems very mystical!”

“You can control it, and there's nothing diabolical about it. And here is how. First, eliminate distractions and find a quiet place where you can fully engage all your senses. Then, create a vivid mental image of what you desire. The idea is to engage all your senses in the exercise. Take in the surroundings, smell the air, touch the surfaces, and experience the textures in the world that you have created in your imagination. Then, connect different things in that world, making it more realistic. Over time, go there often and see yourself interacting with the things you want and being the person you desire to be. Through this practice, the mental image is changed into a solid reality.”

 

And you will know the truth, and the truth shall set you free.

 

“The truth that sets you free is that what you experience in imagination, with desire and controlled imagination, will become an actuality - a reality. No amount of piety or prayer without this understanding can yield the desired results. Nurture your imagination to be vivid and realistic, and you will be the master of your fate.”           

  “Is that all that I need to do?”

 

A double-minded man is unstable in all his ways.

 

“Your attention is the great secret of success. The force of attention is proportional to the narrowness of its focus. When you desire something, give it exclusive attention, and it will come to reality. Additionally, the power of your attention is a measure of your inner strength, as it determines whether you can shut out all distractions and focus on one thing; all progress ultimately depends on increasing attention.”

“How do I increase my attention?” Asked Rebecca’s friend curiously.

Rebecca smiled.

“Your attention must be developed, controlled and concentrated to change your concept of yourself successfully. This is achieved through repeated habit or exercise. Through habit, action becomes easier, and with time, it gives rise to facility or aptitude, which you can put to higher use in controlling your imagination.”  

“I won’t ask how to shape my attention. But I am excited to know through my imagination, I can create worlds?”

“Yes, and more. Experiments in optical illusions, confirmation bias, and the Stroop effect suggest that what we see depends more on our assumptions than on what is actually present. Your assumptions shape not just what you see but also what you do, as they influence all your conscious and subconscious actions towards achieving their fulfilment. Hence, what you believe to be the ‘real’ physical world is merely an assumed one.”

“Therefore, these worlds I create can be filled with either success or failure?”

“Correct. Persist in seeing that you have a successful business, and you will notice how, in your imagination, your attention is focused on incidents that relate to friends congratulating you on your success. Your attention then shifts to larger offices, bigger bank balances, and many other related events.” Think of failure, and you will encounter in your imagination a whole series of incidents confirming this. Persist in either assumption of failure or success, and they will become a reality.”

Stephen Corvey once named four endowment gifts given to man. Self-awareness, conscience, independent will and creative imagination. Each gift requires us to take responsibility and nurture it.

Creative imagination is becoming aware of what has already been created. The infinite and unknown that surrounds us in the universe.

There was a moment of silence as they arrived.  

“Finally, we are here!” said Robert.

“Finally, we are here!” said Rebecca.

They stood side by side, overlooking a gorge they had been to numerous times. It was their favourite place to come. Rebecca sat down, and Robert followed suit.  

“I miss you,” Rebecca said, tears flowing freely and painfully.

“I miss you too, honey,” Robert said, smiling.

Time stood still as the sun travelled over the horizon, and the shadows became longer. Finally, Rebecca opened the urn and poured the contents into the wind. And with that, her friend and lover, Robert, became one with the wind. And as his ashes were carried, so did he filter away from her side and presence.


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Thank you for taking the time to read this blog! I'm Edwin Moindi, a Life and Habit Coach dedicated to helping people understand their habits, navigate their emotions, and cultivate emotional intelligence for a happier, more balanced life. I'd love to hear your thoughts—feel free to reach out and share your insights or questions!    

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