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Wednesday, September 3rd, 2014The Shield Program – Bully Proofing Our Kids
Friday, November 9th, 2012With all the outrage, talk and interest in the topic of bullying, why is it getting worse?
Find out the answer to that question and our surprising solution to the problem of bullying by tuning into WHAM 1180 at 7pm on Sunday. We’ll be hosting an ‘Ask the Experts” hour entitled “Bully Proofing Our Kids – Taking The ‘Mean” Out of the Meaning We Give Words.”
Want a little preview of what’s behind our message? Here’s Jim at this year’s Flour City TEDx on the “World’s Deadliest Belief” … and remember to tune in on Sunday night at 7pm to join in the conversation. Looking forward to hearing from you.
Truth or Consequences? Pick One
Thursday, March 1st, 2012“When it comes to The Truth, all of us are liars.” (sayings by lp)
Truth can never be measured in absolute terms of truth-y-ness (yup, I just made that up).
Truth is relative … it’s not absolute. What is unquestionably true for any one individual or group is often questionable to another.
Just ask Republicans and Democrats. They can look at the exact same evidence and use it to support their own version of The Truth. Which is just their way of saying what they believe to be true.
You might ask, “How does this happen?” Well, chalk it up to the fact that GrayBall the Brain is a meaning making machine. It’s constantly evaluating situations and circumstances to assess what they might mean.
When we’re children, these meanings are almost exclusively about who we are, and our relationship to the world around us. These meanings later come to shape the Truths we come to live by . . . in other words, our beliefs.
Unfortunately, all this is taking place at a time when Brain is woefully lacking in “executive function,” not to mention life experience. It’s not able to assess whether any given meaning is healthy or toxic. Keep in mind that it’s essentially making the meaning up in the first place. And the meaning it’s making up? That’s what makes this so crazy – because it’s no more true than any other meaning it could be making up, if only it knew to make it.
Are you beginning to see the problem here?
But wait . . . it gets even crazier. Because once GrayBall makes up a meaning, it then looks for evidence to support it, which it then uses as a way to ‘make true’ its meaning.
So, although we might think that our beliefs are founded on evidence, it’s really the other way around. We believe something is true; therefore, we see evidence that it is. There’s a saying, “If you walk through the world with a hammer, you’ll find a lot of nails.”
Did you catch the fundamental flaw in all of this?
That’s right … Brain doesn’t look for counter-examples that don’t support it’s meaning. Like a heat seeking missile; it’s only looking for what it’s looking for … never what it’s not.
And, because it didn’t look for counter evidence to begin with, it will never look for it in the future. That’s why people continue to carry a felt belief that they are not capable, or good enough, or (fill in the blank) even after accumulating of a ton of life experience (evidence) to the contrary.
GrayBall makes up the meaning, finds the evidence, and then convinces itself that the meaning it only made up in the first place is – in fact – the only possible Truth. Ultimately creating a situation in which no other meaning can then exist.
And if that’s not crazy, I don’t know what is.
This is why it’s nearly impossible to have a sensible discussion about what’s True and what’s Not True. And it also explains why it’s a futile endeavor to try to talk someone out of a belief… especially when it comes to themselves. GrayBall has tricked them into believing that what they think about themselves is verifiably true.
So depending on how you look at it, unfortunately, there is no Truth-o-Meter. There’s no way to measure absolute Truth.
But fortunately, there’s something we can measure. And that’s the result any particular Truth has on our lives.
Simply stated, we can measure the consequences of holding onto a belief. Rather than focusing on whether or not something is True, we can ask whether it was ever useful to believe it in the first place.
That’s why I am always more interested in the consequences of a Truth over its relative truth-y-ness. One I can measure. The other? Well, it just starts arguments.
So here’s a challenge for you.
What Truths are operating in your life? What do you think is true about you?
And, more importantly, what do these truths cost you in terms of happiness, fulfillment, passion, enthusiasm, or optimism? Are they supporting your success or are they undermining it?
Because if your Truths are questionable, the results of hanging on to ones that don’t support you are not.
So pick one. Truth? … or … Consequences?
How You Create Your “Reality”
Monday, January 16th, 2012Today’s Post Is Excerpted From “The UnifiedMind Classroom”
You Say “Tow-may-tow” and I Say “Toe-ma-toe”
Our neurological and physiological processes, both Conscious and Unconscious, and our interpretations of external stimuli by way of our five senses (sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch and feelings) create our individual and personal meanings of the world around us.
The transformations that take place within a human being in order to understand and process information become the basis of each individual’s unique subjective experience of our consensual reality.
Filters play a critical role in how these transformations take place.
Filters are unconscious and/or neurological factors that constrain or influence the availability, quantity and quality of information coming to us from the outside world. Filters structure our interpretation of the outside world and shape our subjective reality (our values, identity and beliefs).
These filters can be a combination of biological, neurological, psychological, physiological, and socially biased constraints.
As an example: collectively, humans can only perceive a small spectrum of available light; individually, a particular individual may be color-blind, unable to see all the colors available to human beings in general. Additionally, certain cultures have fewer words (distinctions) for classes of colors, while others have many.
The three filters that shape our subjective reality are deletion, distortion and generalization.
Deletion is the process of selectively paying attention to some portions of experience, while excluding others – in part or in total.
For instance: as you are reading this, not being consciously aware of the temperature of your feet, the movement of your eyes across the page, or otherwise directing your attention away from distractions while reading.
Distortion is an unconscious process wherein an individual filters and massages data coming to them from the outside based on their subjective ‘deeper meaning’. Using this deeper meaning enables us to distort reality or to distort our interpretation of reality.
We distort reality when we imagine things that do not exist (things that defy the natural order) or by drawing conclusions about existing information and projecting our conclusions forward in time (things that do not exist yet, such as a future event).
An example of our ability to create things that defy the natural order is demonstrated in our ability to picture a pink elephant, even though never having seen one in real life.
We distort our interpretation of reality when we filter information on the basis of our personal bias and/or conclusions and then project them upon reality. An example of a distorted interpretation is that of an insecure individual, who upon entering a room where people immediately look at him, jumps to the conclusion that they were talking about him.
Generalization is the process where an individual’s initial encounter with a particular experience – their prior perceptions, interpretations and learnings – forms a blueprint.
This blueprint then acts as a guide against which other similar experiences – or an entire category or class of experience – can be compared.
We immediately form a conclusion, “this is like that.” In the absence of prior experience, generalization also enables us to fill in the gaps.
An example of generalizing experiences is, “I can tie the laces on this blue shoe, I can tie the laces on that red shoe, I can tie the laces on all shoes, I can tie the ribbon on this bonnet, even though I’ve never done this before.”
Our consensual reality is our shared reality, the world outside ourselves. Because we all have access to this consensual reality, we believe and act as if we are all experiencing reality the same way. In so doing, we often over-estimate the degree to which we actually do experience the same thing.
Indeed there are things that we can agree on. A snake is a snake no matter who perceives it. However, one person’s subjective reality regarding snakes may cause them to fear snakes (perhaps even to the point of a phobic reaction when in the presence of one).
This subjective reality (personal model) and corresponding response is quite unlike someone who is fascinated with snakes and studies them for a living.
Stated in a more personally relevant way, consider the puzzling experience of having members of your family recall a different version of a shared event.
Though the event was the same, the interpretation of that event by each individual is unique to them. Because we share an experience, we often expect consensus in our interpretations. However, we are often frustrated to discover that the real story (ours) is often dismissed or rejected.
If we could truly inhabit another person’s mind for a day, it would be a very different and strange world from our own.
In the Meanwhile–Percival MacDonagle’s Chalice
Friday, December 9th, 2011I’m brand new to bloggering. I’ve never believed in it. It seemed to me a bit porlicious and transitorial ummm…a big waste of time.
But recently, I read an article on the potential usefulness of bloggering. It’s supposed to be good for you.
And I’m all about making belief changes that are good for you.
So, I’ve decided to change my blog belief and become a bloggerer after all.
But there’s so much for me to learn. For example, the article I read states that, as a new bloggerer, I must produce something each and every week–preferably on the same day. That’s a bloggering rule.
I picked Mondays.
So now, each Monday–without fail–I must produce. Or the whole world falls into ceaseless wailing, I guess.
A world wailing without cease. Yikes.
The Vatican would have to intercede, divinely smiting Mondays from the Vatican calendar for the misery of it all.
God’s own calendar. And me to blame for Mondays being smote.
It’s too much pressure.
They did something like that in the 1960s to a bunch of saints who had quit working miracles. Right after our shiny new catholic church was named for Saint Christopher, the Vatican fired him–stripped him of his saintly stature. So anything’s possible. I think he was the Patron Saint of Crummy Drivers.
Anyone who’s been on the road lately knows smiting him was a huge mistake.
Makes you wonder about your own job security though, doesn’t it? I mean, if they can fire the saints?
I always thought the saints worked for God.
Father Percival MacDonagle was our parish pastor. It was his very first parish. Everyone called him ‘Father’ except for me. I called him Percy because that’s what his parents named him. No one names their kid Father. It would confuse the other children.
Percy hated me.
You should have seen the look on old Percy MacDonagle’s face when the Vatican fired Chris a few weeks after the opening of his new church. He was blubbering and snorting like a volcano; his displeasure running off his face in viscid torrents, right into the sacred chalice–like a commoner weeping over his pint of bitters.
Naming it The Church of St. Christopher had been his idea.
And now, Percy was consigned to offering mass at what the disillusioned faithful were calling Christopher’s Place. It sounded more like an Irish pub than the House-Of-The-Most-High.
Father Percival MacDonagle–fated to serving wine and wafers at Christopher’s Place every Sunday.
He was inconsolable.
My brother Paul was altar boy that Sunday. He refused to drink from Percy MacDonagle’s chalice because of what he saw floating in it. No one else saw it though, and they all drank. My brother was mirth with laughter.
Percy was a mirth-less man.
When he saw Paul laughing, he invoked a pox upon his soul, directing him straight to hell complete with a letter of reference. And that was my brother’s last day as altar boy.
Anyway, my real article isn’t ready. So I wrote this in the meanwhile.
Hi. Welcome to my Universe.
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And thanks for being you. You’re the only you there will ever be. That makes you awesome.