Thirty Six: Are You Freaking Out: In The Time Of Coronavirus

 Forget The Past.

Reflection on negative things is not the purpose of man's God-- given memory.
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Avoid dwelling on all the wrong things you have done. They do not belong to you now. Let them be forgotten. It is attention that creates habit and memory. As soon as you put the needle on a phonograph record,it begins to play. Attention is the needle that plays the record of past actions. So you should not put your attention on bad ones. Why go on suffering over the unwise actions of your past ? Cast their memory from your mind,and take care not to repeat those actions again.
Reflection on negative things is not the purpose of man's God- given memory. Some people go on remembering all the suffering they passed through, and how terrible the pain was, from an operation that took place twenty years ago ! Over and over again they relive the consciousness of that sickness. Why repeat such experience ? To deliberately recall painful and evil experience is a misuse of memory and a sin against your soul.
Sri Sri Paramahansa Yogananda.
The Divine Romance. P.156

The Paradigm has shifted during the Coronavirus. Nothing is as it was before. It is time to stop being a follower and step up and become the leader that you know you are. Where have your Leaders taken you. Down the path of death and destruction. You need to become the Captain of your own destiny. Do not be afraid to step out and follow your own lead. The truth is your ideas are probably better than those of your current self serving leaders. It is what it is. The truth is right in front of us, do not deny it or hide from it. If we work together to advance common goals we can not only survive but we can thrive. Don't be afraid. Stop freaking out and take control!

Do not go gentle into that good night 

Dylan Thomas

 Do not go gentle into that good night,

 Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. 

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

 Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.

 Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright 

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, 

Do not go gentle into that good night.

 Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.