Geoff Thompson: Writer – Teacher – Martial artist

48 years of hanging from this blue marble gambolling though space has taught me much, most of which is so anti-intuitive that people turn a deaf eye when I proffer my fortune (free of charge!)

But I will keep trying to impart this sapient ware because I need to serve in order that I might make room for more, and I do intend to know more.

So I try again – offering my lessons to you, who ever you might be.

Lesson 1 – Wealth

It is easy to think (intuitive to think) that the more we keep the wealthier we will become, so we tend to cut our costs, place our fortune under the bed in a biscuit tin and make our creditors chase for payment – and in doing so we call ourselves savvy! We become masters of profit and loss, speculation and accumulation, assets and liabilities. We tighten our belts, we give nothing away unless we feel it is a loss leader, or that it might buy us a favour in the fiscal arena.

What I have learned contravenes this given law. The more I give away freely with thought of service but not of profit the richer I seem to get. Generous gifting of love, time and materials confirms my belief in abundance, and so abundance more than I could ever imagine fills and expands the void left by my philanthropy. Like a muscle spent, my given wealth expands more with every giving. The bible confirms my finding, so does the Gita and the Upanishads and every other tome of great historicals.

But it is my experience that offers the greatest proof.

So I continue to give. And give.

Never pulling another’s cart, because that would be a dis-service; every child deserves the chance to suffer deliberately at the yoke and grow. Instead I assist those who work their limit and need only a word or a smile or a doff of the hat to help them spill over the tipping point into success.

Lesson Two – Humility

When I praise others and help them shine I myself shine like a polished brass. I spent duller and duller years trying to make my self glow only to find a dust enveloping me like a grey sweater. By accident I once reversed my (unsuccessful) technique and quite genuinely gave praise to another over myself and whilst he was buffered to a gleam by all, more shine still found its way back to me.
So I started it make it a practice, I married myself to authentic humility and showered praise where it was warranted at every and any opportunity and the gods beat a shimmering path to my door and begged to buff my boots to a glow.

Lesson Three – Creativity

When I think and say and act from my core I create humour and profundity and couture. People say your work is so funny, your work is profound –it is so original. So next time, fired by their enthusiasm, I double my efforts; I dig very deep to mine for the laughs, the depth and the bespoke but all my efforts bring forth are the cliché, the ephemeral and the antique.

I have learned that, who I am and what I do is enough and if I relax and flow and stop forcing, the good stuff will deliver its self in exactly the right format and at exactly the right time.

You cannot order brilliance, you can only deliver it.

Lesson Four – Looking for Diamonds

I always innately knew that I was standing in the middle of a field of diamonds, but my unschooled eyes saw only glass and my blind fingers found only rocks. And my frustration only dulled my seeing more and left my hands fat and clumsy at the search. I ran around the field fervidly but found nothing of value other than the knowledge that fervent searching does not lead to finding. So I quelled my zeal, slowed my heart and stopped. I sat. I sat very still and long, until my brass-band-mind stopped clashing symbols and beating drums and went to bed.

I stopped searching for profit diamonds and I found a crystal quiet.

And then very gradually, in my muted state, a diamond appeared on the periphery.

I didn’t find it, it found me.

Then another diamond. And another and another and another until I could not see my field for sparkling gems, so many that I could not collect them all in a galaxy of life times.

Lesson Five – Power!

I wanted power. So I did the thing that I thought might bring me power; I lifted weights…but the power that I gained was temporary and incomplete. So I placed on my armour – muscle, tattoos, aggression-masks and information about how to maim and kill – and I went into battle with life. But the power of muscle and the technique of the kill were limited and limiting and like a boomerang what I used to attack returned to me in an arc of violence. So I went instead for wealth and built my self a fiscal castle, where the walls were made of gold and the turrets were cast from silver and the gates were made from oak and brass and precious stone. But the bejewelled bastion that impressed the world of men lost its worth with me because its power was brought and temporal.
So I sat down and stopped trying to be powerful.

I accessed God, the authentic Power, and he laughed from the heavens at what I had found thus far and He said to me stop trying to be powerful, just try to Be.

So I expanded into His power until I united with the I Am and suddenly I found access to the whole cosmos and I understood at once that ours is a man centred universe, man is God and that if I engaged the Participating Anthropic Principle (to seek softly, but with expectation of finding) and intended it, not only would mountains move and seas part but I could create a supernova simply by looking to the night skies and expecting to see one.

Power is not in being simply strong. Power is simply in being.

Be well.
Geoff Thompson