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Drive and making stuff happen

It's a thing that puzzles me often - 'what actually is it that makes things happen the way they do?'

Energy is at the root of the answer, and around that like a pair of hands holding that ball of energy is focus, direction, will, desire and sometimes just simply, the natural course of things..

When you understand this, doors open - life becomes less busy, we have time to twiddle our thumbs and move ahead with confidence, light on our feet with a smile on our faces.

Humans love weather forecasts - we listen or watch them attentively, using the knowledge that the well dressed weather forecaster gives us to decide what to wear tomorrow, what to do or where to go... Predicting the weather is a fascinating thing - because we understand the patterns that typically give rise to particular weather patterns, we are able to assess and predict what may happen. Of course, the forecasts are not always spot on, in fact sometimes they are wildly inaccurate. That said, by and large if the forecast is cold and wet, it is more often than not, cold and wet. If the forecast is clear skies, usually within a day or two, we have clear skies.

The weather is driven by energy patterns, the sun, the moon, the flow of energy from one part of our world to another. The difference between the weather and humans is that we have a choice - we have a consciousness that enables us to decide what we want to do and where we want to go - we can choose how to use our energy to make things happen, the weather cannot. The weather has no choice - it goes with the flow, and it rains when it rains.

The similarity between us and the weather is that whilst we make decisions to do something, or make something happen, often what happens around us impacts on our decision, and we choose whether to resist what is going on or we adapt our course to suit. A bit like global warming affecting the weather.

There's a bit more on this topic within an article recently published for the TCF here in New Zealand....

http://www.tcf.org.nz/news/6e55e6e2-cec0-4354-9a84-e6b23cf174e2.html?pathid=cb0daa80-0e55-42b6-b1c5-1898ec1697b0#Ultrafast

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