Tag: Concentration

The boy in striped pajamas – propaganda for what?

the boy in the striped pajamasThe boy in striped pajamas… I must be off my rockers, right?

If you have been reading my articles for any length of time, you know that movies are a fertile ground for me to see stuff about myself, about the nature of ego, etc.

This article I am going to write about The boy in the striped pajamas

Why? I trust my inner voice, and my inner voice has been doing two things today: made me sing the “Amazing Grace” and ponder about the ending of that movie.

So, what’s up with that movie? Great title, eh, the boy in striped pajamas, who would not want to watch that?!

Ever since I read the Ayn Rand book, Atlas Shrugged, my eyes have opened, and see things I didn’t consciously see before. Continue reading “The boy in striped pajamas – propaganda for what?”

Reprogramming Your Mind For Peace, Happiness, Achievement, and More

reprogramming your mindReprogramming Your Mind

Huh? Reprogramming? For what? Why? How?

The biggest issues I encounter in my practice is the monkey mind. The noise. The morass.

What am I talking about? I am talking about a busy mind, stuck in constant chatter, and unable to concentrate at the task at hand. In this state, if you are like me, you are dreaming of reprogramming your mind.

Unless the task is a repetitive task, requiring no input from you, this may work, but if input is required, especially if the input needs to be creative and complex, you are screwed! Continue reading “Reprogramming Your Mind For Peace, Happiness, Achievement, and More”

Gloomy Sunday


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As I said in a previous article, movies that you have an unusual affinity with are a great indication of some hidden belief that has an effect on your life.

This past year I have been asking and getting guidance. The guidance happens through movies, books, mostly.

I have Netflix. I don’t know what’s fashionable, what’s hip, and that helps. Ego and the collective ego isn’t driving my actions.

This is how this movie “Gloomy Sunday” showed up on my screen. Horrible title, if you ask me! And it’s a Hungarian movie, dubbed in German, with English subtitles. It was a Gloomy Sunday, and I decided to watch it.

I had prejudice on top of prejudice, but the Gloomy Sunday was there, and it was clear it was there for me. Continue reading “Gloomy Sunday”