Terminal Velocity Living

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Sometimes we allocate an amount of time to learning a new task and if we run over that allotted time we often believe we are incapable of ever attaining that skill.

The speed at which we learn is something, in comparison to someone else who appears to grasp a concept much quicker than us initially, is not an indication of our inability to ever learn that new skill.

Neither is it a definitive conclusion that because of our slow start will can not at some point,  not only master this new behaviour, but also become even more proficient in the future than those that appeared to grasp the basic principles at the offset.

Your time is your time. Your speed is your speed. Take your time and persevere.

Resilience is born inside of the struggle.

Just get moving

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‘Disengage negative thoughts by simply moving.’

It can seem the hardest thing in the world to do something else, when what you had planned for, or would rather be doing, falls through.

Just recently on a visit to see my father in Pembrokeshire, towards the end of my stay, all I wanted to do was pitch up at the beach, go for a swim and just relax, but having come on the train and therefore the dependency on my father to chauffeur me around, the world becomes very small place and the choices of what to do seem even more limited. Especially when the chauffeur doesn’t really like doing what you do!

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Before I know it, the best we can muster as a dreaded ‘happy medium’ which is rarely a joyful substitute, is a slow walk by the river.

And it clear very shortly in, that the dog – who is getting on a bit in years –  is less than happy with the substitution and decides the 100 metres we have walked is enough and feints a paw injury, which miraculously clears up once he’s back at home.

At this point I felt like smashing my head repeatedly against the wall to somehow realise the build-up, like cracking a coconut wide open to release the milk of madness!

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It’s bloody frustrating to say the least and so hard to focus or think positively.

The mind-set we are in is not the eager participant at a workshop, or the person on stage at a hypnotic show.

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It’s the mind of the person who wants to be defiant, who says this is bollocks! Who is screaming ‘I’m fucking losing my mind over here!’

Try saying ‘think positive’ to an angry adolescent and you know you’re in for an almighty ‘fuck off!!!!!’

And that’s the problem.

We are metaphorically two people at these times.

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One is a logical adult, who knows you are in a shit place that you need to get out of as soon as possible.

However you are also in the company of a hair triggered, angry, negative teenager who will explode at the suggestion of anything other than what they actually want to do.

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It’s like a hostage negotiation and it takes a lot of diplomacy and baby steps to prevent the bomb being detonated.

A taster of a suggestion is the way forwards, rather than sweeping statements, especially when what you have to offer,  both you and your teenager know it’s shit in comparison to what you really want to do –  but can’t.

All I knew is that I could lie down on the bed and die metaphorically, which would ruin the rest of the day for everyone in the vicinity, or I could just do something that got me moving, such as going for a walk, run or bike ride.

However for the record I have to admit when my father initially suggested the idea of taking the bike out, it felt like a bit of me died as I thought to myself ‘is this what it’s come to – a bike ride?!’

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But it’s nearly always the case, that once you get moving, it’s not as bad as you thought.

Not in a ‘wow this is amazing’ way, but simply because anything has to be better than sitting there in the grip of frustration.

It’s just getting moving that takes the main haul.

And I’m not here to kid you, or me, that it’s better than what we originally wanted. Chances are, its not.

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But it’s usually a lot better than the way we feel when we don’t get what we want.

It’s never easy I know, even when we know this.

I struggled today and will continue to do so.

But movement is the key along with bit size suggestions.

Move just quick enough to detach your mind from what you are currently pissed off about.

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Cox yourself, for example, with the idea of a run round the block rather than a 10k run.

Once you get started, you may actually want to keep going for 10k, but when you are sat on your bed about to keel over into the sea of despair, the idea of 10k will be too much and probably push you over the ledge.

Just work on getting yourself off the ledge instead of over it at first, and go from there!

In the end it’s not that I had the best time if my life, but I did have a good time.

It might not be your idea of a good time, but I discovered some heavy tractor tyres in a field which are great for strength and conditioning work, allowing me to while away half an hour happily struggling to flip them back and forth – I’m easily amused.

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I discovered a cycle track through the woods and in the rest intervals, I basked in the sun and wrote this post.

So in comparison to smashing my head into the floor and spending the rest of the afternoon hating the world, it was a pretty good alternative I think.

And it’s never easy, even when we know this.

I struggled today and will continue to do so.

But it’s useful to know that when we are stuck we can use our physiology to break us free from our stuck state.

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And depending on the stickiness of that stuck state, will dictate what the type of movement we need to do.

For me, a walk or even a run would not have been quick enough, or engaging enough to disconnect my mind from my thoughts. I would have started down the road and come to a grinding halt because the negative thoughts would have sucked my fuel.

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I needed to put the bike on the road and for two reasons.

One, for me cycling takes less effort than running and yet the distance covered for the amount of effort is far greater and more rewarding when I cycle. When we feel despondent we need some quick gratification to keep us moving.

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Secondly where my mind was temporally focused on the skinny wheels not going down a drain cover or a car ploughing into the back of me as I navigated my way along the roads I forgot about my problems – generally, staying alive has a tendency to focus the mind and that’s what I needed.

Like I mentioned earlier this isn’t a post with a conclusion. It’s an observation.

One that even though I know works, will never the less be equally hard to get moving next time I’m in a whirl pool of emotion.

However by knowing this fact and the adage of just putting one foot in front of the other, we can attempt to get some momentum and a way out of our frustration towards some sort of mental liberation.

Just get moving.

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Understand rather than conform

maxresdefault‘Find out for yourself what is true – create immediately an atmosphere of freedom so that you can live and find out for yourselves what is true, so that you are able to face the world with the ability to understand it and not just conform to it.’
Bruce Lee – Wisdom for daily living

Just recently I watched a video titled – ‘it’s all in the mind’ where an Ant is placed on a piece of paper where it then has a circle drawn around it. Once this is done, it appears that the ant is then unable to escape his imaginary prison.

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This video is a good metaphor for the above quote and how I often feel about the Personal Development industry.

I have to admit when I first saw that video, like a lot of people I’d imagine, I thought wow that’s interesting.

However, most normal people walk away at this stage in the ignorant bliss that it’s just all in the mind and all will be well, or they are simply on to the next funny video, indifferent to the ants plight.

But for those who have consciously or unconsciously processed this information, what it often forgets to do is tell us the whole story. By that I mean, because it’s usually a heavily edited version of reality it manages to miss out very important bits of information, mainly for personal gain by targeting our predictable susceptibility to be easily influenced.

I’m odd I admit it. I’m a weirdo and over thinker at times when it comes to this stuff.

I actually stop and think about the ant.  What’s he thinking right now in that circle?

What’s he believing about that line?

How big does he think that line is, that an ant of his incredible capabilities, who can scale all sorts of rough terrain, can’t walk over it?

For a guy that can cover huge distances quicker than Usain bolt and lift more than Hafþór Björnsson the World’s Strongest Man, to not be able to cross this line intrigues me.

How long will he stay there? Will he die in the circle or risk taking a run at it eventually?

Will other ants come over to help him? Will they also be foxed by the black circle?

And I don’t stop there.

I spend several hours searching for ants to participate in my experiment, to find out a bit more of what’s going on here!

And there’s never an ant when you need one!

Eventually I found one on lone patrol and once I’d got my less than cooperative assistant, I gathered my pen and paper and released my mini Hercules onto the paper ready to imprison him inside the ring of ink steel.

Well, if he had moved any quicker that paper would have ignited!

Trying to draw a circle around him without decapitating him was near impossible.

As I got quicker at drawing around him, I managed to encircle him in the marketed ‘prison of his mind’ only for him to be totally oblivious to is bonds, running off the paper, over my hand, leaping off the side off the table onto the carpet – which would be like running over the cratered fields of The Somme and then under the dog.

Each time I caught him, I’d let him catch his breath while I would set up better ways to contain him.

Paper inside a baking tray to start with. If he supposedly can’t get over a pen line then the side of the baking tray will keep him contained for sure?

Hercules, at first, found the Jam jar he was in to be more interesting, so it took me some persuasion to get him to come out onto the paper, but when he eventually did, he was off like a shot and my circles where having no effect.

Neither was the equivalent 20ft wall of the side of the baking tray when he vaulted his way over the side to freedom!

This went on and on, placing the paper eventually in an empty aquarium, only to answer my initial question of how could a pen line stop and ant when they are such amazing athletes, because again he ran the equivalent of two football pitches in a sub 5 seconds, onto the vertical glass version of El Captain, which he also scaled quicker than Dan Osman the speed climber, and over the side, to claim what would be his prize of freedom and his return to his post in the garden. The test was over and Hercules had passed.

I couldn’t have asked for a better example of what works in theory, or worse still what we are sold as fact and which we buy into compared to how life really works out.

Ants it seems do not conform to Marketing bullshit just like we don’t.

The difference is Ants don’t watch You tube videos so have no idea how they are ‘supposed’ to behave.

The thing is it’s easy to say things don’t behave as they are meant to.

Or that Hercules the Ant was an outlier. (He wasn’t by the way, as I also had an opportunity to test this when I was in the garden recently making a canvas for a painting, when a nest of ants decided to investigate what was going on on their patch.

Like buses when you want an ant there’s none around, when you don’t the nest comes out!

So now on the back of the canvas there’s loads of circles in pencil, black pen, blue pen, red pen and permanent marker, just to eliminate the chance it was the type of pen I was using that was stopping the ants escaping. It wasn’t – Ants don’t give a shit about lines drawn in any type of pen it turns out!

But Hercules behaved exactly as he was meant to.

And if all we have to navigate life is the ‘Ant in a circle’ theory workshop that we have just been too –  that’s indecently making else someone rich, (and probably learnt from someone else who read the theory and ran a workshop rather than every actually trying it) then we are stuffed.

It’s not just limited –  it’s bollocks.

But the danger is we go away thinking it’s us that’s got something wrong when we do not conform to these false ideals.

When I explained my findings to my father, he gave a great example of someone who was sold hope, found it didn’t work, but was stuck in dogma.

Because he thought I actually wanted the ant to stay in the circle to prove it right he suggested I put Hercules the ant in the fridge to sedate him for a bit!

Then I could pull him out in his groggy stupor where he may well stay in the circle and prove the theory true!

What a croc of shit!

And fear not I did not put him in the fridge!

I was delighted. It’s what I wanted. I didn’t want to prove a theory – I wanted to find what actually works.

Saying it’s all in the mind and dismissing it, is like attempting to drown yourself after someone has said ‘once you’re dead its fine’.  This may be true but stick your head under water and see how long you stay there for – and as all the desperate thoughts come to mind of escape, just tell yourself is bollocks and it will be fine very shortly and just keep going! Good luck with that!

Our realities are in the mind, inside our ‘Tiny Skull kingdoms’ this is true.

But those realities are real to us and rarely conform to theorems.

Humans like Ants are perhaps predicable in one sense, but at the same time it’s important to realise we are all unique and how we interpret the world is often very different from what the books say or others profess is ‘the truth’.

Don’t believe the hype, because the hype has lots of people wanting to sell us the sequel!

Investigate what’s true for you.

By learning to interpret how we feel as individuals rather than an imagined collective, we can then formulate our own way to successfully navigate our way through our own virtual realities.

It may well be all in the mind, but so is everything else we encounter in our worlds.

Pembrokeshire prices!

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On a recent trip to visit my father in Pembrokeshire I stopped at the only beach shop available in the area, for a bottle of water.

Coming from London I’m used to crazy prices for things and Pembrokeshire prices are usually a pleasant relief for my wallet.

However this was not the case this day as the lady behind the counter asked me for 1.30 for a small bottle of water!

‘What are these, London prices?!’ I exclaimed.

‘No Pembrokeshire prices’, was the stone faced response.

My father said he wouldn’t pay, and walked out. Being a  local makes these prices hard to swallow for the natives!

I felt the same, but in these situations we have to weigh up in this case – whether my ‘thirst is worth quenching’ rather than whether the ‘water is worth the money’ even when I know its probably been purchased for 20p.

Also, once it’s done and paid for and drunk, I’m not thirsty any more and I forget about it.

If I stay thirsty all day its a catalyst for anger, because I’m constantly reminded by being thirsty of the injustice of a monopolising beach shop which then effects my mood which makes me go round and round in circles, thirsty and angry, but changing nothing instead of enjoying a beautiful beach and a gorgeous day.

If I’m not willing to sort myself out first how can I expect to change anything else.

Principles are great, but not if you are the only one who ends up paying for them.

Just because I stay thirsty doesn’t change the shop’s ethics. There’s no where else to go to buy water, so people will keep going back whether I walk away or not.

The water may not have been worth the money but not being thirsty and having a peaceful satisfied walk on the beach was worth every penny.

If we want to change something then perhaps we need to look at what we want rather than what someone else is  getting from us, because these beach shops are everywhere in different guises so know what’s really important before you walk away empty handed.

Alchemy

In the Middle Ages, alchemists tried to find a way to change iron to gold.

Some men spent their entire lives in a fruitless search for the magic formula
that would change ordinary iron into beautiful, shining gold — gold that would
make them wealthier and more powerful than emperors and kings.

They never succeeded.

This sounds like my personal development journey at times, one where I hope to change me into someone else!

Maybe its better to turn iron into something that irons made for rather than trying to make it what it’s not and never will be.

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A real moment in time

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I was on my way to a acting/therapy workshop – Perdekamp Emotional Method – , but  I had been on a leaving do the previous night which is never good and ‘just one’ drink had lead, as it often does, to many drinks when I’m are in good company I find.

When im reflecting on my mood I quickly scribble something in my phone notes to write a post at a later date.

I like these notes because they are honest reflections in time. They are not feel good or unrealistic suggestion to pump ourselves up, they just are just observations of the facts of my situation at a particular moment in time and my outlook and solution.

This is a good example of real life.

‘Sat here tired on my way to PEM
My mind is preoccupied with thoughts like – I’m not going to get much out of this course in this state, I’m tired, shouldn’t have drunk on Friday, shall I give up drinking?, I need a week off, should have gone to bed early, fuck its work tomorrow and I can’t be arsed….

That’s life and conditions are rarely perfect. I’ve just got to keep moving forwards.’

I don’t need to do this! Do I?

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“All courses of action are risky, so prudence is not in avoiding danger (it’s impossible), but calculating risk and acting decisively. Make mistakes of ambitionand not mistakes of sloth. Develop the strength to do bold things, not the strength to suffer.”
– Niccolo Machiavelli, The Prince

You don’t need to keep doing this!

How many times do you have to do it before it’s enough to prove you are not afraid?

How long after you do it does it no longer matter and any feelings of being good enough have worn off?

Will you keep having to do it until you break something, (mentally or physically)which just confirms what you believed all along and that you are in fact a pathetic excuse for a human being?

These are the questions I ask myself every time I encounter this particular jump along the rocks at one of my favourite beaches in Pembrokeshire.

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Water bottle is the top rock to jump from)

I have done it several times and the landing has always worked out and not to painful. But each time I do, it doesn’t make it easier the next time I visit  because I’m usually blissfully unaware that I’m approaching it until it blocks my path and its to late to pretend its not there!
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(From the water bottle to this rock in the forefront)

And the other truth is that for a brief moment I know that, for me, the leap into the abyss – the moment of decision when I move off the ledge makes me feel alive! Its exhilarating

But even when I know this, it’s a battle every time.

For me it’s scary to jump.  To some it may seem easy. To some it looks like madness!
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(Landed!! – Water bottle was where the jump starts))

The problem with this jump, as with so many things we want to do that scare us, is that it offers potential elation, but also potentially, long term disappointment or damage.

Not doing what we fear keeps us safe.

But in staying safe, a little bit of us dies each time we walk away.

And there’s no telling when it’s right to jump and when its best to turn back, until you jump. And then its to late either way. It’s all on red or black.

And when it goes tits up, you realise that sometimes it’s best to walk away – until the next time, where we have to go through the whole process again.

When its goes well, we embrace risk as our saviour – until the next time.

It’s this internal battle of knowing neither one is right and both can make you feel good or bad depending on what the outcome is, that creates huge uncertainty and indecision.

Making the right decision is tough.

No matter what antidotes I hear, whether it’s something philosophical or a General Patton ‘just fucking do it’ type war cry, choosing to jump, literally or metaphorically, is always hard, because however we land, we are the ones who have to live with the consequences.

And prior to tough decisions we are often left asking WHY?

Why do I need to do this?

What am I lacking that keeps driving me to do more?

Why does it even matter?

Who really cares?

And if it’s us that cares, again why?

Is it a healthy drive or one that will eventually only ends in a self-destructive way? Can we ever win? Are we ever content?

It sounds negative and certainly not motivational.

But I’m not interested in that.

Much of what sounds right or makes us feel good in the moment, is predominately only useful because it allows us to continue doing what we are doing, but under the illusion that we’re somehow enlightened towards our behaviour and will sometime, but never really change in reality.

I’m interested in why we do what we do and why we feel the need to – especially when it feels as though we need to force ourselves to do something. Something which may give us some redemption from a feeling of not being enough, or because we believe we are lacking some sort if characteristic of the person we wish we were. And why despite doing all this, does so much of what we believe will make us feel happy, never last.

Because despite what we are told in the infomercials and self-development industry regarding change, on the journey of who we want to be, or how we would like to feel is in constant oscillation.

It feels to me that we are always going to be attempting to align ourselves with an ideal, even when we know its photo shopped idea of reality.

Even as we progress in our desire to change, to grow and to improve, we still make it feel as though we are always negotiating with ourselves, doubting ourselves, berating ourselves, forcing ourselves to get up and keep moving.

If we do change, it can often just seem like we have just stepped up a level, that may on the outside look better, but internally still carries with it the same challenges and beliefs about who we think we are.

I’m not going to wrap this in a solution. I don’t have one.

It’s an observation taken from real life. My life.

Sometimes enquiry will set me free from indecision and sometimes it won’t.

Sometimes I will take a leap of faith and feel amazing and reflect on it for the next time.

Sometimes I’ll have to walk away and feel crappy and I’ll reflect on that.

And where it feels that right now there are no answers, I’ll use those moments to keep me hungry and searching for the way out.

There will be days that I want to give it all up and accept ‘this is the way it is’ but once I’ve rested, I know I’ll be back.

I wish I had the same desire for something less impossible and that at the same time would make me super wealthy to pursue all the things I’d love to do, but it seems this is the thing that keeps that bit in my teeth that I can’t leave alone.

That bit of bacon that gets stuck in between your teeth that your tongue won’t bow down to and keeps searching for, even though it gives you a head ache because of its relentlessness!

And just like the affliction of ‘bacon tooth’ and the elation from the eventual dislodging of the porky morsel, the quest to discover how to align ourselves to get the most out of our lives is what keeps me getting up and saying ‘There is always a way! There has to be!’

 

General Patton Speeches

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I first saw this speech when I read Jonny Wilkinson’s autobiography. It was given to him during a slump in the world cup by one of his coaches Steve Black.

It was written by General George Patton.

I have also added another one of his moral boosting speeches below. They are not very PC in todays standards but this page is not to concerned about being to PC.

As Dan Pena suggests, ‘Political correctness is a manifestation of low self esteem’

 
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Today you must do more than is required of you. Never think that you have done enough or that your job is finished. There’s always something that can be done, something that can help to ensure victory. You can’t let others be responsible for getting you started. You must be a self-starter. You must possess that spark of individual initiative that sets the leader apart from the led. Self-motivation is the key to being one step ahead of everyone else and standing head and shoulders above the crowd. Once you get going don’t stop. Always be on the lookout for the chance to do something better. Never stop trying. Fill yourself with the warrior spirit – and send that warrior into action.
 
 
Speech 2
 
Be seated.
 
Men, all this stuff you hear about America not wanting to fight, wanting to stay out of the war, is a lot of bullshit. Americans love to fight. All real Americans love the sting and clash of battle. When you were kids, you all admired the champion marble shooter, the fastest runner, the big-league ball players and the toughest boxers. Americans love a winner and will not tolerate a loser. Americans play to win all the time. That’s why Americans have never lost and will never lose a war. The very thought of losing is hateful to Americans. Battle is the most significant competitions in which a man can indulge. It brings out all that is best and it removes all that is base.
 
You are not all going to die. Only two percent of you right here today would be killed in a major battle. Every man is scared in his first action. If he says he’s not, he’s a goddamn liar. But the real hero is the man who fights even though he’s scared. Some men will get over their fright in a minute under fire, some take an hour, and for some it takes days. But the real man never lets his fear of death overpower his honour, his sense of duty to his country, and his innate manhood.
 
All through your army career you men have bitched about what you call ‘this chicken-shit drilling.’ That is all for a purpose—to ensure instant obedience to orders and to create constant alertness. This must be bred into every soldier. I don’t give a fuck for a man who is not always on his toes. But the drilling has made veterans of all you men. You are ready! A man has to be alert all the time if he expects to keep on breathing. If not, some German son-of-a-bitch will sneak up behind him and beat him to death with a sock full of shit. There are four hundred neatly marked graves in Sicily, all because one man went to sleep on the job—but they are German graves, because we caught the bastard asleep before his officer did.
 
An army is a team. It lives, eats, sleeps, and fights as a team. This individual hero stuff is bullshit. The bilious bastards who write that stuff for the Saturday Evening Post don’t know any more about real battle than they do about fucking. And we have the best team—we have the finest food and equipment, the best spirit and the best men in the world. Why, by God, I actually pity these poor bastards we’re going up against.
 
All the real heroes are not storybook combat fighters. Every single man in the army plays a vital role. So don’t ever let up. Don’t ever think that your job is unimportant. What if every truck driver decided that he didn’t like the whine of the shells and turned yellow and jumped headlong into a ditch? That cowardly bastard could say to himself, ‘Hell, they won’t miss me, just one man in thousands.’ What if every man said that? Where in the hell would we be then? No, thank God, Americans don’t say that. Every man does his job. Every man is important. The ordnance men are needed to supply the guns, the quartermaster is needed to bring up the food and clothes for us because where we are going there isn’t a hell of a lot to steal. Every last damn man in the mess hall, even the one who boils the water to keep us from getting the GI shits, has a job to do.
 
Each man must think not only of himself, but think of his buddy fighting alongside him. We don’t want yellow cowards in the army. They should be killed off like flies. If not, they will go back home after the war, goddamn cowards, and breed more cowards. The brave men will breed more brave men. Kill off the goddamn cowards and we’ll have a nation of brave men.
 
One of the bravest men I saw in the African campaign was on a telegraph pole in the midst of furious fire while we were moving toward Tunis. I stopped and asked him what the hell he was doing up there. He answered, ‘Fixing the wire, sir.’ ‘Isn’t it a little unhealthy up there right now?’ I asked. ‘Yes sir, but this goddamn wire has got to be fixed.’ I asked, ‘Don’t those planes strafing the road bother you?’ And he answered, ‘No sir, but you sure as hell do.’ Now, there was a real soldier. A real man. A man who devoted all he had to his duty, no matter how great the odds, no matter how seemingly insignificant his duty appeared at the time.
 
And you should have seen the trucks on the road to Gabès. Those drivers were magnificent. All day and all night they crawled along those son-of-a-bitch roads, never stopping, never deviating from their course with shells bursting all around them. Many of the men drove over 40 consecutive hours. We got through on good old American guts. These were not combat men. But they were soldiers with a job to do. They were part of a team. Without them the fight would have been lost.
 
Sure, we all want to go home. We want to get this war over with. But you can’t win a war lying down. The quickest way to get it over with is to get the bastards who started it. We want to get the hell over there and clean the goddamn thing up, and then get at those purple-pissing Japs. The quicker they are whipped, the quicker we go home. The shortest way home is through Berlin and Tokyo. So keep moving. And when we get to Berlin, I am personally going to shoot that paper-hanging son-of-a-bitch Hitler.
 
When a man is lying in a shell hole, if he just stays there all day, a Boche will get him eventually. The hell with that. My men don’t dig foxholes. Foxholes only slow up an offensive. Keep moving. We’ll win this war, but we’ll win it only by fighting and showing the Germans that we’ve got more guts than they have or ever will have. We’re not just going to shoot the bastards, we’re going to rip out their living goddamned guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We’re going to murder those lousy Hun cocksuckers by the bushel-fucking-basket.
 
Some of you men are wondering whether or not you’ll chicken out under fire. Don’t worry about it. I can assure you that you’ll all do your duty. War is a bloody business, a killing business. The Nazis are the enemy. Wade into them, spill their blood or they will spill yours. Shoot them in the guts. Rip open their belly. When shells are hitting all around you and you wipe the dirt from your face and you realize that it’s not dirt, it’s the blood and gut of what was once your best friend, you’ll know what to do.
 
I don’t want any messages saying ‘I’m holding my position.’ We’re not holding a goddamned thing. We’re advancing constantly and we’re not interested in holding anything except the enemy’s balls. We’re going to hold him by his balls and we’re going to kick him in the ass; twist his balls and kick the living shit out of him all the time. Our plan of operation is to advance and keep on advancing. We’re going to go through the enemy like shit through a tinhorn.
 
There will be some complaints that we’re pushing our people too hard. I don’t give a damn about such complaints. I believe that an ounce of sweat will save a gallon of blood. The harder we push, the more Germans we kill. The more Germans we kill, the fewer of our men will be killed. Pushing harder means fewer casualties. I want you all to remember that. My men don’t surrender. I don’t want to hear of any soldier under my command being captured unless he is hit. Even if you are hit, you can still fight. That’s not just bullshit either. I want men like the lieutenant in Libya who, with a Luger against his chest, swept aside the gun with his hand, jerked his helmet off with the other and busted the hell out of the Boche with the helmet. Then he picked up the gun and he killed another German. All this time the man had a bullet through his lung. That’s a man for you!
 
Don’t forget, you don’t know I’m here at all. No word of that fact is to be mentioned in any letters. The world is not supposed to know what the hell they did with me. I’m not supposed to be commanding this army. I’m not even supposed to be in England. Let the first bastards to find out be the goddamned Germans. Some day, I want them to rise up on their piss-soaked hind legs and howl ‘Ach! It’s the goddamned Third Army and that son-of-a-bitch Patton again!’
 
Then there’s one thing you men will be able to say when this war is over and you get back home. Thirty years from now when you’re sitting by your fireside with your grandson on your knee and he asks, ‘What did you do in the great World War Two?’ You won’t have to cough and say, ‘Well, your granddaddy shoveled shit in Louisiana.’ No sir, you can look him straight in the eye and say ‘Son, your granddaddy rode with the great Third Army and a son-of-a-goddamned-bitch named George Patton!
 
All right, you sons of bitches. You know how I feel. I’ll be proud to lead you wonderful guys in battle any time, anywhere. That’s all.

The Power of Integrity

By Unknown Author

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The definition of integrity has two parts, both equally important.

Uprightness of character, honesty.

The state of being complete or undivided.

Integrity basically means to be whole, complete and in truth.

Unfortunately most people today do not keep their word and commitments.

In the old days, your word was your bond.

Keeping your word was the basic measure of who you were as a person.

Nothing has changed. Your integrity truly represents who you are as a human being.

Without integrity there is no “trust”, and trust is a critical key to success in both relationships and business.

If people don’t trust you, they won’t want to be involved with you, and definitely won’t buy from you.

Remember, you get back what you give out.

If you are “out of integrity”, two things will occur.

First, since like attracts like, you will keep bumping into others who are “out of integrity” for you to deal with. Not to punish you, but to teach you. What better way for you to learn about “integrity” than to meet mirrors of yourself and experience others not telling the truth and not keeping their agreements or commitments.

Second, “integrity” is a higher power energy. Meaning that when you are “in integrity” you are in your power; you feel strong and confident about yourself. When you are out of integrity, you are out of your power and feel weak.

Make your word “law”. When you say something, you have to mean it and be willing to go to the ends of the earth to make certain your word is kept.

This not only builds trust in you from others, but you trust yourself more. As each thing you say actually happens, your confidence soars and you become a truly powerful human being. With your power comes success in any and all arenas of your life.

EXERCISE:

Today, start your practice of integrity with two simple exercises. First be “on time” for every appointment you make. Second, keep all of your agreements and commitments. If you told someone you would call them today, do it. If you told yourself you would workout today, do it. If you said you were going to put 10% of your money into your “Financial Freedom Account”, do it. In short, say what you mean and mean what you say. If you do, not only will you gain the respect of others, you will also respect yourself!

Does NLP Modelling work?

THIS IS NOT MY POST – THIS IS ONE WRITTEN BY ANDY AUSTIN BUT I REALLY LIKE IT IN TERMS OF NLP CLAIMS AND THE REALITY OF THOSE CLAIMS AND WHY.

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This is my reply on a LinkedIn group in response to a question about modelling criminals in order to find better solutions to imprisonment.  I thought it worth sharing here:

To add to this, I too often wonder about all this supposed modelling. I don’t wish to dismiss the original question in this thread as I think it has worth, but I have to ask where are all the models and demonstrations of the excellence that is so frequently claimed in NLP?

For example:

– Did an NLPer ever win the target shooting at the Olympics?
– Do we have legions of NLPers making money on the stock exchange, in property investment?
– Do we have NLPers offering lessons in healing on hospital wards?
– Any NLPers competing and winning at Nascar?
– Any NLPers inventing new machines and technology?
– Any champion fighters, boxers or gamblers who got there from NLP modelling?
– Any medical breakthroughs from NLP modelling?

There may be one or two, but I doubt there are very many despite there being many, many thousands of people trained in NLP and claiming qualification.

I think in part it goes wrong because to do any of these things involves a great amount of work, and many NLPers don’t want to do “work” – what they want to do is NLP!

There are undoubtedly a very great number of dedicated people who work in the criminal justice system who well understand the model of criminality from a multiple of aspects. I doubt such understanding comes through chatting to a few crims though. Hard work, dedication and being in it for the long haul will probably help a lot.

One of the problems in-built into the world of NLP is that so many people are attracted to NLP for selfish purposes i.e. personal development and recreation. It’s fun, it fulfils, it’s a good thing to do.

However, many jobs such as medicine/nursing, criminal justice, military and so on require something else – the ability to deal with really shitty times and bad days at the office, physical and mental exhaustion, physical and mental threats and challenges and so on.

These are usually the very things that the NLPer and coach seeks to avoid – it is one of the reasons that so many self-employed seek self employment – to avoid the pain of work.

It is just unfortunate that so many end up avoiding not just the pain, but they also avoid the work itself.