Dinosaurs of An Ancient Past by Alice Koh The day I realized that I could manifest things with my thoughts, was the day things and events in life changed from being a coincidence to being things and events of my creation. There are so many thoughts and images and memories and chaos inside our heads, that many times we do not know what we are calling to be manifested in our lives. What is going on in the human mind that we relive those traumatic memories again and again: memories that bring physical pain, anguish, stress, and even hate. Most of us unknowingly are controlled by these memories, and we see the world with its lenses. Unknowingly we hate people because they remind us of people that humiliated us at some point in our past. But what happens if we erase these painful memories? Will we not create a void? A void that must be filled up with something else? And what will happen if we fill this void with good thoughts, good memories, memories of love, memories of victory and triumph? A traumatic memory, for example, where your best friend was shot during war. And where you see your friend in your mind, losing a lot of blood, becoming pale. He is cold and asks for a thick jacket. Say it, I love you, dear memory of the last moments of my friend’s life. Thank you for letting me see my friend again, even though in agony. I am sorry that I could not have saved him. Please forgive me but I have to live on. I have a family to think about. I love you. I am sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you. And it is done. Why do we let fear rule our lives? These are memories, dinosaurs of an ancient past. A past that is gone. a past that you cannot control. Not only fears but resentments, guilt, shame, embarrassments, loss, hate, offenses done to you, humiliations, and so forth: you let these emotions rule you. Don’t you think it is time to let go?

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