2.23.2009

The Mastery Of Love by Don Miguel Ruiz


I just finished reading this book, so I wanted to write a quick review here in my blog. This isn't the first time I've read it, as I did a few years back when I borrowed it from Melanie Grace, I think it was when we were living together. This book has a lot of good information in it, and while I think it's information that we all know deep down, sometimes you need someone to plainly say it (or write it) to remind you. At least that is how it was in my case.

When I read it the first time I remember loving it, it was brilliant and while I didn't feel like I agreed with everything in it, a lot of what was taught in it shaped some of my views on love. At the time, I hadn't had much experience in relationships, in fact I think it was pretty recent after the end of my very first relationship. However, a lot of what was in this book really stuck with me, so just before Yule this year I took the time to run to Barnes & Nobles and pick up two copies of it. One for [womanizer] (as a gift) and one for myself to read again. Really, I'm glad that I did.

Reading it this time, I feel like I agreed with a lot more of what he said, and that I soaked more of it in. It didn't do much to change how I feel about relationships or love, because they were pretty similar to begin with. It did reaffirm them for me though, and put into words a lot of how I felt. Enough that when I finished reading it I had the urge to pass it along, so that a certain friend of mine could take the time and read it, in hopes that it would reaffirm things for him. Especially the most important things that deal with self love, self destruction, the "Parasite" inside of us all, and how the way others act should not affect us and vice versa. It really opened my eyes, and I feel like sharing the knowledge I feel I've gained from it. I'll probably buy it again in a few months.

This book really speaks towards the way society can implant negative thoughts on us, and how we can be raised to believe them. We are all born innocent and full of love, and somewhere along the way we learn how to be distrustful, and how to be hurt, and to be hurtful in return. Our parents learned this while they grew, and they (along with the rest of society) then teach it to us as we grow up, and the cycle continues ever onward. Personally, I would hope that I have the strength to stop that cycle, and leave my children full of love and respect.

Another thing it tells us, is the story of "The Man Who Didn't Believe in Love", which is now one of my favorite legends. It tells of a man who went around giving lectures on the non-existence of love, because so many people use it to manipulate each other. He says "love is like a drug" because in each relationship you have the "dealer" of the "drug" and the person who is addicted and keeps coming back for more. The stronger partner deals out the love, and the weaker tries to soak up as much of it as they can, and they take any abuse the dealer gives out too, because they think they need it so badly and that they can't get it anywhere else. He vows that he does not believe in love, because he has had many such experiences and refuses to let anyone manipulate him with this false emotion.

So this man is walking through the park one day and he comes across a woman who is sitting in the grass crying. He stops to console her, and asks her why she is crying, and she replies "I am crying because love does not exist." The man is astounded, because he has finally found a woman who feels the same way he does. He talks to her, they develop a friendship, and soon they are spending all their time together. They never fight, and they never expect anything from each other, they have the perfect bond. One day when the man is away, he is contemplating his relationship with the woman. He realizes that what he feels for her must actually be love, and that he had been wrong all along. Love does exist, and it is much more pure and beautiful than anything he'd ever experienced. The man is so excited that he rushes home immediately to tell her how he feels about her. She, in turn, replies that she has felt this way for quite some time and has been afraid to tell him because of his disbelief in the emotion.

The legend then tells that the man is so happy, that he goes outside and sends his happiness into the universe. His happiness is so large that it pulls a star down into his hands and he hurries to give it to the woman. The happiness is so overwhelming, that for a moment the woman hesitates, and in that moment of doubt she drops it and it shatters. Now there is a man who is wandering the Universe, broken and lonely because he once again believes that love does not exist. There is also a woman who sits at home waiting for the man who once loved her, feeling remorse for that one moment of doubt that ruined their relationship.

So in asking yourself who was in the wrong, was it the woman who doubted for a moment? No, it was the man who decided to place his entire happiness in someones hands. If we place all of our happiness in the control of others, how can we ever expect to be happy? It is entirely up to us to be happy, and if we choose to be happy with someone else, we're all the better. We cannot rely on them to make us happy.

The book delves into quite a bit more information regarding loving yourself and being a whole person. It also emphasizes my previous belief that you have to be happy on your own, if you can ever be happy with anyone else. You have to love yourself to fully love another, and you have to be an equal part to a relationship, and not rely on them. It is the same with friends, family, and anyone you encounter.

In any case, I highly recommend this book to anyone, even if you read it simply to remind yourself of what you knew before. He has at least 3 other books that go along with it, and I plan on reading them as well.

Remember, God = Love and God is inside of you.

So YOU = LOVE.

Je Suis Fatigué

I don't know if I mentioned this before, but I'm trying to learn French... Yes, it's kind of in bits and pieces as I pick it up from my friends, but it's certainly fun! Kristina and I downloaded a program too, but it's on her computer and we haven't sat down and played with it much... Maybe I should copy it to my computer, or burn it to a cd and listen to it in my car. In any case, I'll decide something I want to say and then ask Ken how to say it and go around using that phrase all day. Today it is "Je suis fatigué" which means "I am tired." LOL, I know a few small things here and there too, and certain words... So when Josh and Jon sat together and spoke french, I could actually pick up on a few words, which leads to me figuring out the basic gist of the conversation. It's fun! I am actually really enjoying learning it.

On another note, I have to mention that I love-love-LOVE Joss Whedon's new series Dollhouse. Josh messaged me last night and said I really needed to watch it, so I pulled up Hulu and watched the first two episodes. Brilliant! And Eliza Dushku really rocks my socks in this role. The only thing I worry about, is that it currently is airing on Fox. I don't trust that they wont make me fall in love with the show and then yank it out from under me like they did Firefly. Bastards. Oh well, enjoy it while it lasts right?

And yes, je suis fatigue. I don't know why I'm so tired, I went to bed fairly early last night... It was like 11pm, and I slept til about 9am this morning... (Give or take tossing and turning a slight bit, and some strange dreams I don't quite remember.) I thought that sleeping for almost 10 hours would make up for the minmial sleep I received this weekend, but I was wrong. It's been a long time since I went 48 hours on less than an hour of sleep. I miss those days when I could continually not sleep (i.e. working theatre until 3am, going home and reading my book until 5am and then getting back up for school/more theatre.) I'm only 23 years old, I should still be able to party and then get up and go to work! Haha!

In any case, the weekend was eventful. Saturday (following my previous blog) I had a bit of a freak out about my personal space and broke down a bit. Kristina recognized this and we totally gutted my room and re-arraged everything so I can put it in the closet and close the door and have good organization. We also moved the futon into Kailee's room so that I had more walking space. It felt good to clean it, and I dubbed it my pre-spring cleaning and felt amazingly better after. However, now when I walk in my room... It feels too... Empty. I need to put pictures up or find some new furnature for it... Maybe I'll get myself a bookshelf so I can finally put my books out.

After I felt better I swung up and picked up Josh and Max and brought them to my house where we played strategy games. The games only allow for 6 players so I sat the first one out and finally finished my book. I'm going to blog about it next, it's amazing and I think everyone should read it. It's The Mastery of Love by Miguel Ruiz, and I plan on re-purchasing it in the future. Haha, it'll be the third time I buy that book, and I think it's awesome. I bought two copies just before Yule, and gave one to [womanizer], and then I read the other. I had the strongest urge to give it to another friend to read, so when I finished it I jotted down a quick note for him in the cover and turned it over to him perminantly. I love that feeling. I like when I feel like a book chooses me, and when I feel like it has a further purpose and I can pass it along... That's love, books = love for me.

OH! I forgot to mention that I actually made it up to the bowling alley on Friday to get my W2. Bree, I see what you mean about the car they had painted, it's... special. Really special. I got to say hi to Bob Scadden and catch up with Evelyn for a bit. Monty and Dick weren't there at first, but I did get to see the Kim, Savannah and the new baby which looks like a miniture Bridger, and therefore a miniture Monty. Shauna was there, and I bumped into Terry and Jay Jorgenson on the way out the door. How I miss that place sometimes! I did also get to see Dick and Monty as they arrived just as I was leaving, hugs all around and catching up. Apparently the Syracuse alley is coming along and is set to open in April, I need to check it out as it's just down the road from me. Is it wrong that I kind of want to go work there again?

Sunday morning I went to breakfast with Josh, Angel, Max and Jon at the Star Cafe, where we enjoyed ourselves and got to chat and have good food. After I dropped them all off at home, I stopped for gas at the Chevron on 21st and Harrison, and guess who I bumped into? Dick again, blue corvet and all. It was a strange coincidence, twice in one week after all these months... So we gabbed for a minute, and I told him I need to come visit Holly, and he said I should come over and see his new carpet. I might just do that. (Shut up Bree. I really honestly know what is going through your head right now and I don't like it! LMAO!)

I'll end this blog now, with one question... Why are my blogs always so long lately?

Je t'aime mes amis! I love you my friends!

2.21.2009

Day Trips, Crazy Psychics & Close Quarters

Yesterday I took a trip to Tooele with my good friend Amber, as moral support while she went to meet this guy she has been talking to online. We left about 8:30pm and I drove her cute little red Honda up while she sat next to me and we bonded and chatted about life in general. I really enjoyed the drive as it was really awesome to be able to hang out with her and take a drive. I really like driving, and thoroughly enjoyed the trip up. Now Tooele is kind-of out in the middle of nowhere, and it was kind of boring hanging out there, but I'm glad that I got to spend time with her and that I could be there for me when she needed me.

Something Funny - On the way home (around about Midnight) we stopped at a Top Stop in Tooele so I could grab an energy drink since I'd only slept one hour in the last 48. So I run in and the guy behind the counter says "1 minute and I'm closing!" I quickly tell him I only need to grab a drink and I'll hurry out, and he replies "Is your name Angie?" I stop, and look at him and admit that my name is actually Angie, and give him a look (without actually saying anything) that basically says "I have never met you in my life, how do you know my name is Angie?" He replies to the question I'm thinking and says "I'm just getting a lot of telepathic energy from you." I do actually believe in that stuff, and since I've never had any contact with this person, I kind of just smile at him and grab my drink. Then as I'm checking out he says "Did you work at the Maverik down the street?" I said "No, I'm not even from here" as I haven't even been to Tooele since I was around 8. He just said "Wow, I don't know where I found your name, but that's cool." Angie really isn't that common of a name either...

By the time I get home around 1am or so, I am exhausted and assaulted by a wave of negative energy. Kristina and Matt had been arguing and Matt's kids had been acting out all night. I immediately get into an argument with Matt about where his kids are sleeping because I really wanted my own bed at that point and Kristina was so mad that she said the kids couldn't sleep in Kailee's room. Now, they could have easily slept on the futon in our room, except that my room is a HUGE disaster and that was covered in laundry. This has been a source of much frustration for a long time now, as I am constantly arguing with Matt about the laundry... So he goes upstairs, and throws EVERYTHING ON THE FLOOR! I was so upset that when I finally went up to bed, I turned around and went back downstairs because I was so furious that I couldn't sleep.

I am just at that breaking point... I really need my own space... I was so angry, and even thought about finding someone else's place to sleep at that night, but didn't have any options. I may stay at a friends place tonight just to get out. We've already been arguing this morning and I can't take it anymore... I can't take the close quarters... I can't wait until summer when I can get a place with my own room and some friends that I live with a little better...

I'm just frustrated.


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