Tuesday, 17 August 2021 06:13

A lesson in mastering - and harnessing - the subconscious!

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And, how I keep giving my daughter tutorials on this, even when I'm not PHYSICALLY present with her - YES, transmuting your thoughts is not just an art practised by those interested in the occult. 

It's something EVEYRONE does - whether we're aware of it or not!

Before I start, a quick "note". 

Tippany, they call it in Hindi I believe, hehe. 

In Claude Bristol's the Magic of Believing, he speaks of the following (via a third party) .. 

"Nothing is ever forgotten, you know! 

If I am having trouble recalling the name of a certain person, then I just sit back - close my eyes - and picture details like dress style etc associated with the person. And, the name has always come to me pretty soon after thar!" 

Napoleon Hill spoke about this in a different way in Outwitting the Devil as well where he spoke of his travails in terms of "finding the right person to publish his books". 

For three days he labored, almost that. 

And then he "gave up" - temporarily. 

":But I was exhausted. I had spent the better part of two days focusing on the list of names, and nothing came to mind!" 

He leaned back in his chair. 

And, in a flash, it came to him - the right name - as he rubbed his throbbing temples!

Two great lessons - but YOU, the reader is thinking "well thats them". 

they're unique!

They're the greats!

You can't expect everyone to think like you, or them Rahul!

Maybe. 

I think YOU can be a great too!

But anyway ... let's give you an example from my own life. 

ONce upon a time, my daughter was pranking me - doing all kinds of stuff. 

Putting giraffes (toy ones) -miniature ones at that on top of my tea container, and so forth (I was using a saucepan at the time). Hehe. 

Leaving "sticky notes" for me. 

And, "Daddy! A lizard jumped into your tea!" 

And so forth ... 

Anyway, after the last prank, I took some toys away and said "honey, since you're pranking me, and I got pranked (I didnt, hehe) - I get to keep 'em!) 

And then of course, 

"nooooooooooooo! My toys, Dad!" 

Hee, hee, I went.

"No, mine!" Typical kiddie stuff, you'd say, except ... 

And then I said this. 

"Ive hidden it" 

"Try and find it!" 

I was holdiing it underneath a window where she couldnt see it, hehe. 

And then when she came to that side of the window, I switched it, true, slapstick comedy style "Houseful 2" style to the other hand. 

And I tittered. Hehe. 

All riled her up a lot. 

And then, I gave her this. 

Honey, there's a riddle you can solve (she loves 'em) - and if you do, you'll get it!

"Its in something you put apples in - and you don't do it i.e. put apples in, but you CAN!" 

Trust me, she looked all over the place. 

She couldn't find it. 

But, you know what? 

The FIRST place she looked at - was the right place - she looked at it three times, no less! 

And, where was it? 

Well, I gave her a further clue. 

"Its nowhere where adults put their things" (she thought I hid it in my office). 

And so forth. 

she couldn't find it, hehe. 

Now, how I eventually got her to understand it was right there inf ront of her eyes ... all along, and that she LOOKED AT IT - was a different story!

But what I told her was this. 

Honey, just do something else for 10 minutes. 

"It'll come to you!" 

It didnt - but she learned an important lesson, one I told her. 

Think about a problem - then "forget it for a while". 

The answer will come! 

Anyway, where was the damn toy giraffe? 

Sitting in the basket attached to the cycle she looked at so many times, hehe. 

She finally found it, yes. 

(while I was writing this - or not - hehe. I was writing something yes, but of course, after beign told not to interrupt, she had to, and when I told her not to, she of course said how dare I. hehe! 

My little girl is classic, truly ME in a small version, truly a chop - and chip off the old BLOCK - and does everything I wasn't allowed to when young!) 

Including putting ice cubes in my tea - and making it iced tea when I prefer it ALWAYS WARM. Hehe. 

And, when she was three, dunking some color in my beer or something... 

Pranks that would have got us spanked like heck, or worse. Hehe. 

Kids! 

Gotta love 'em. 

Anyway back to what I was saying - key thing was this. 

It was out in the obvious, friend. 

She looked at it three times. 

I told her. 

Yet, it wasn't until after she sat down for a couple of minutes that she figured out the right place to look without consciously thinking... 

Think about that a bit, my friend. 

And you'll be amazed what your thoughts lead to!

Best, 

Rahul Mookerjee

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