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Thursday, 09 December 2010 23:03
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When I saw it I knew. I’ve had enough. More than enough of the ‘more game’.

I’m talking about the first tinsel of the season. Artfully drooped around the stuff shops want you to want this Christmas, it spoke in tinny retailese – or whatever you’d call the buy-me language. And this is what it said: You’ll have no peace of mind until you take me home with you.

So, girlfriend, have you tried it? I mean, taking something home from the shops because it promised you peace of mind? Then you’ll know that it’s a very short-lived peace; more like a kind of momentary truce.

We delude ourselves in the game of more, writes Elisabeth Kübler-Ross in ‘Life Lessons’. We lose our power no matter how we play the game. “And the game of more keeps us in a place of lack, feeling not good enough. Should we get what we want, we feel even worse because it’s still not enough. We’re still unhappy.”

You don’t believe me? Then just watch the way children in the Bronberg area react to their Christmas gifts. If you think that the ideal gift will change someone’s life, you’re in for a rude awakening. Apparently we have a base line of happiness that we fluctuate around. No matter what happens, we always return to our happiness set-point.

Which of the following two people do you think would be happier: A guy who lost a leg in a freak accident or a guy who won the lottery? According to life coach Arjuna Ardagh, one year after each incident, both people would be exactly as happy as they were before.

In the spirit of the Christmas season, I think the greatest gift anyone can receive is a way in which to adjust your happiness set-point. Elisabeth Kübler-Ross gives this gift in making us aware that we lose our power when we play the ‘more game’. She says we should try to remember what it feels like to have ‘enough’.

To feel that our days are enough; the world is enough. If we’re no longer stuck in a feeling of lack, we won’t feel the need to control everything; we can let life unfold. We get our power back by practising the fine art of gratitude. All abundance is based on being grateful for what we already have. Real power comes from knowing who we are and our place in the world. When we feel we must accumulate, we have truly forgotten all that we are.

According to author Eckhart Tolle the trick is to try to find the knower in you who dwells behind the thinker; the deeper self that immediately recognises truth, resonates with it, and gains strength from it.

To do this, you have to stop the constant chattering in your mind. According to Eckhart you can draw your consciousness away from mind activity by directing the focus of your attention into the now. Just become intensely aware of the present moment.

For example, when you wash your hands, pay attention to all the sense perceptions associated with the activity; the sound and feel of the water, the movement of your hands, the scent of the soap. Be totally present. Don’t try to brush your teeth at the same time, while rehearsing what you should say in an upcoming meeting or rehashing an argument you had yesterday.

So, this Christmas, try to remember that you have what you need. Always had, as a matter of fact. If you keep asking more than you give thanks, you’ll end up believing less in your own power.

If you keep insisting that you’re powerless and that life is hard, you’ll find that you are and it is. If you fill each moment of the festive season with multi-tasking; if you consider who you are as so unimportant that you keep cramming your life with yet more objects, then when will you have time to sit and stare at the sky? If you don’t, you might never see the star you’d be prepared to follow across a desert as the three wise men did.

Be still. All is well. It’s a wonderful life, even if you have a desert to cross. Maybe especially when you have a desert to cross.

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