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Reflections and realisations

Reflections on what is showing up in my life.

What is showing up in my life is a reflection of me.

There are things that happen which I am not interested in. 

I don't prefer them so I don't give them my attention.

Because I am not focused on things that I don't prefer, they rarely come into my awareness.

Because I am not looking for them, I do not see them. And when I do see them, there has to be a reason. It's my job to work out the reason.

It is like the concept of the television set.

While there are many transmissions occuring simultaneously, I only see what I tune to.

I know that different transmissions are being broadcast on different frequencies.

It does not mean that the other transmissions do not exist.

It just means that I am tuned into a specific broadcast and I only pick up the broadcast from that specific frequency.

When something comes into my life that I don't prefer, it tells me that I'm somehow tuning to the frequency of that thing.

I know that there is only one thing to do.

I need to look inside, at my beliefs, and ask the question: 

What would I have to believe for this reflection to make sense? 

How am I creating this situation, and what does it want to tell me?

By considering why I would create this situation, I get to learn the lesson. 

It is my job to reflect on the situation until I realise the lesson.

I don't choose struggle, I choose freedom and flow.

The sooner I realise what the learning is, the sooner I get to progress.

And for me, that's what life is all about.

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