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Biella Series Snippet Involving Politics

Podcast: https://anchor.fm/nobelia/episodes/Biella-Series-Snippet-Involving-Politics-e2hl08

[In honour of Election day...]

Biella continued, "[...] ...one cannot take age as a factor. The Young Man was sixteen at this time. A powerful reminder sensibility is independent of age. Anyone, at any time can come to sensible Perspectives. Of course depends considerably on Intent and motivation. This change in the YM, and it's consequences, his understandings and insights, his Application of it, and at that age, had consequences. Much later, not in his time, but from an idea of his, led to a *maximum* age for politicians. In most of the Agglomeration the *maximum* age to enter office is twenty-five, as most of you know. But most do not know it's rooted in this incident."
Ursula held up a hand, more to herself, but also in a hopeful way, as if she wanted to put the entire world on hold just then, deeply immersed in this idea. Biella, with a meaningful glance directed the Group's Attention to Ursula. Seeing her holding that Pause, they would Understand why Biella was not continuing.
She sent a text note to all via her implant while waiting for Ursula: [The convo of the YM about Terese is long and complex. I want to break it up. Loses much when it's all in one go, too much. I'm deliberately digressing. :) ]
"A big jump," Ursula said, “To think of politicians being *at most* twenty-five years old. I had wondered how come many the Agg officials were so young. I'm assuming this applies mostly to elected positions? Yes?"
"Yes," Biella said, leaving Ursula to fill it out.
"I'm taking my cue from the YM. Rearranging the elements of the equation,. Coming at it all from the other side. Simply taking it as a given it's a good idea. This makes my mind immediately leap to seeing *why* exactly it would be good. I'm thinking of this in the context of my old home world."
"I can see that that age, is when people are most idealistic. When they are truly motivated by what we would want those in charge to be motivated by. And to counter the lack of experience argument, one only has to look at those who achieved great success in life. They were all most capable at a young age. Furthermore, since there's no future in it, can only be undertaken for good reasons." 
Ursula was thoughtful.

"But then again, could also be done to establish a reference for later. But that too would be good motivation. One would have to do a good job even if one was purely motivated by ambition, otherwise the reference would not mean much."
"I suppose there is always the possibility for corruption. But in an environment that's predominantly filled with the idealistic, the eager and the genuine, it's very difficult for other mindsets to thrive. They stand out way too much."
Ursula wasn't done yet, "When it comes to political problems, one wants those who have the energy and belief that nothing is impossible to deal with such problems. Because they inevitably are not impossible, it's merely the belief they are so, or the perception of the enormity of the task, which inhibits efforts being made to deal with it. All of which the youth have no problem tackling. It's brilliant. They would be willing to innovate, to try different things. And in my experience, when youth is given true responsibility, they are actually exceedingly careful with it."
Ursula smiled a massive smile, "It's brilliant!!! So tell me, I'm assuming it works well, judging by things. But please tell me how it is."
Biella smiled back, enjoying Ursula. "Yes, works exceptionally well. The youth become interested in social issues and develop a broader perspective from an early age. They initially had some adjusting to do, but that was a long time ago. On worlds such as yours Ursula, there would be a gradual phasing in. Mostly though, for worlds new to the Agg, when they could see the clear success of it, they're mostly happy to switch over right away, even knowing there'd be problems initially. The ideal seems to be to announce the decision to switch for about five years, sending all the youth who are interested to other worlds to participate in programs specifically for this end. The NN have a large hand in many such programs."
Biella finished with the key aspects of this different political Philosophy. “The training is to highlight the importance and significance of *Character,* as elections focus on *Character* first, then abilities, competence, and specific skills. The special skills would revolve around Awareness, Discernment and Understanding. Motivation and earnest interest counts for much.”

“No elections or campaigns are decided on a candidate's stance on issues. The system is geared to *Representation* and thus the office holder is selected for their ability to *represent,* not push an agenda based on personal ideology, which might not be representative.”

“Thus before office is held, there's training on how to determine constituent issues. How to set up polls, how to invite perspectives, how to root out issues and problems, and most important, how to run referendums. Although those are mostly taken care of by career admins. Almost all political activity is settled and determined via referendum. The politician's task is to bring referendums to the Attention of their constituency and manage them, then act on the results.”

“Any citizen can institute a referendum via signature collection. The mechanisms of office are pretty simple. Anyone really can manage the office, doesn't take much. The key element is resolution proposal. *That's* what youth energy is needed for. The interest and the honest and earnest desire to find *Actual* solutions and resolutions. Youth vigour is a key ingredient in doing the work involved, the research, the checking it out, putting together proposals and presentations which then are decided on via referendum. So, really, when one comes to actual real implemented democracy, one does not actually want someone in office who is there to make decisions on one's behalf, that's not democracy, but sanctioned temporary dictatorship.”
“Matters of administration, are, well, administrative, tending to be formulaic and don't necessarily require all that much. However, in all aspects where real power and influence could be involved, like say tenders for construction projects, those too are decided by referendum.”

"In the Agg, politics, which really is not thought of as such, but as Social Consciousness, is more akin to social media, as one's participation in the process is a daily ongoing affair, part of one's online activities. Participation an element of everyone's job, the job of being a citizen, which pays via UBI.”

“It's all connected,” said Ursula, “The political system becomes vastly simplified because the incentives for corruption have been removed, and most of the problems related to crime, because the incentive has been deactivated, via UBI. Cascades...”

“Yes indeed Ursula, that interconnected resolution is profound, one simple change affecting the entirety of society, leading to an incredible simplification, make admin, and politics, a fairly simple matter.” Biella grinned, “So you see, making the maximum age for a politician twenty-five is not such a risk at it would appear at first.”

“Ha, no, fascinating...”

"But back to the Young Man's story," Biella said, "He had more to say on...
Extracted from: The Young Man's Story

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The Eloquence of Earnestness

Podcast: https://anchor.fm/nobelia/episodes/The-Eloquence-of-Earnestness-e2he1n

Transitions to More
MC: “I'm always the last one on the court to put my bins out Sunday night. Everyone has theirs out in the afternoon, and I'm often dragging mine down the drive at midnight. I don't know why. I suppose someone must be the last to put out their trash, seems I've volunteered to fill that role. A simple way to help assure others of their superiority, I guess.

The Young Young Man's Story - Ch2 Part 2

Podcast: https://anchor.fm/nobelia/episodes/The-Young-Young-Mans-Story---Ch2-Part-2-e2h12p

Continued from Ch 2 Part 1: https://is.gd/t1Q6qD

The Young Man: - After the adoption of Perfection as my reason for being, the Rock Incident came back to me. When I was thinking about what to do to get to Perfection, starting with the elimination of stupid actions, I remembered my rock-throwing. Yes, it was stupid, but in some respects it had been sensible, good strategy, logical and reasonable.

There I was at ten, thinking: “There I had been at five, believing I was doing a good thing, but actually I wasn't!!”
So, what all was involved? How could I prevent that sort of misconception from happening again? What would I need to change to prevent me from repeating such misguided behaviour? What had been the major problem with the Rock Incident?

L: - "❔❔

The Young Young Man's Story - Ch2 Part 1

Podcast: https://anchor.fm/nobelia/episodes/The-Young-Young-Mans-Story---Ch2-Part-1-e2gqf7


Continued from Ch1 Part 5: https://is.gd/IO9usy

Chapter 2 - A Young Boy's Story  - The Rock Incident:
The Young Man: - The family had been visiting in another town. Us kids were all out in the yard, a whole bunch. There was a fence. On the other side more kids.For whatever reason, one of those kids threw some stones at someone on "our" side. Stones were thrown back and the other side responded with more stones again.This immediately struck me as silly. In my five-year-old bubble, the logic was nonsensical. We were just doing the same as them and could not possibly "win.” To me the solution was so obvious. A solution which, from my limited Awareness of the time, I was amazed no-one had thought of.I would go to the next step. It was so obvious.
I picked up a large rock.
I remember thinking so clearly: "I'll just go all the way to the end.” I recall thinking it through all the way. Lol. To the end of my five-year-old bubble.I extrapolated the inevitable pointlessness of slightly larger stones, and then them larger, and then us bit larger still. Eventually we would end up with the biggest in the yard. It just seemed a massive waste of time.
No, I would go right to the end straight away. I felt the Sensibility of it as a good thing!!!So I picked up the largest rock I could, or which was available, and hurled it over the fence...
Have to pause the story here, I kinda want to take a break now... Okay?
L: "Haha.... of course... To be continued... Great job!!"
The Young Man: - Lol, just teasing ....right at the cliffhanger. Haha, literally a bit of cliff hanging in the air.
L: - "Haha... I know!"
The Young Man: - No no, can't stop now surely, so...
The rock hits a little girl right on the forehead, just off to the left side right by the hairline. I can still clearly see the blood streaming down her face.But what happened next is the most incredible part...
I did not immediately know my missile had been responsible. There was some gap between my thinking of the logic of the situation and how to resolve it, and the ensuing consternation with the injury.I became aware it was my rock which had done this. I do not remember going to the other side of the fence, but that's where my memory resumes. With me seeing the little girl with blood streaming down her face. Somehow becoming aware it had been my rock which had caused the injury.
Someone I think was explaining, or pointing out what happened. My thoughts at the time were of amazement! I had no idea that could happen!!

But I was somewhat baffled. What had happened to the little girl was so obviously not good. She was actually my age but that's how I saw her. I was sorry for her.Interestingly, she didn't cry. Just stood there with blood running down her face on one side.But I was not happy with this development. I didn't feel responsible either. That I knew then, as a five-year-old. Yes, I knew it was my rock which had hit her. But I knew my action, and the rock hitting her, were separate events. And I also knew there was more.
I knew then, right there, standing in front of that little girl, that there was a massive error in the logic of the whole thing. It just did not make sense. That was my overwhelming feeling. Not a *Logical* sense. I felt strongly it didn't all add up.
L: - "❔"
The Young Man: - We left, and amazingly I did not get into any trouble. Most surprising, but also made sense, sort of. I don't know whether it was because the older kids did not involve the grown-ups with me directly as the culprit, or because the adults had the sense to see what I had done had been in complete ignorance.
Not that ignorance was ever a prohibition to handing out hidings. But for some reason, and lol, it was a bit anomalous to me then, I did not get into any trouble at all. My parents never even spoke about it, despite having plenty opportunity during the drive home. Strange, especially since I believe my father, being the doctor, later came outside to treat the little girl.
Their disregard or non-attention was just as well, as focus would have added unneeded complication.
I *knew,* I very clearly knew, I could not be held accountable, in the sense of being wilfully responsible. Yes it was my rock which had hit the little girl. But it was an accident. That was all there was to it. I had had no intention or desire for that to happen. I did not even at the time of throwing the rock know it *could* happen.
I had just been doing what I had believed was the *Sensible* thing to do. I had taken what to do from the other kids. Mostly older. And also, the kids on the other side had started throwing the stones first.That was what had baffled me so standing there in front of that little girl.
As soon as I became aware the injury was from the rock, the very next awareness was: "But if the stones can do this, why did you start throwing them?"I immediately realised the little girl herself had not necessarily, either thrown stones, or, known the consequences. Just as I hadn't. But certainly there were older kids on her side of the fence who did know. This was based on their guilt reactions and general demeanour of culpability.
That was my bafflement standing there looking at the blood. It was just so stupid! So mindless. Made no sense. How could they possibly think after they threw the stones we would not throw them back?! Or that anyone would not get hurt in some way.
This incident came back to me as I was thinking about stupidity and its variations after the light-bulb exploding and me focusing on how to implement my perfection ideal. Since then it's always been with me. In a good way. I never felt bad about it personally. I mean I didn't like that the girl had been hurt. But my reaction to it personally was the same as if she had simply fallen. I was sorry for her injury. But I could not hold myself responsible. I knew from that Incident onward this was an important distinction. The difference between accident and responsibility, how intention, motivation, awareness and knowledge were all important factors.
I have to make clear, I knew all that *then.* I don't know exactly how. But to me, was just obvious. I did make effort to think about it. To think it through. To work it out. To resolve and make sense. That I just did automatically. I never ever thought, for the longest time, me doing so was in any way unusual. Just the natural thing to do. I assumed it was something everyone did.

Continued in Ch 2 Part 2...

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The Seeds of Goodness

Podcast: https://anchor.fm/nobelia/episodes/The-Seeds-of-Goodness-e2glsn

"The light knows not darkness, for everywhere it goes, there is light." - The Ancient One
Coming along the base of the massive cliff range, wedged between the high rock walls and the river, Biella walked with the Group. “I brought you here, far from everything, to tell you a story, a particular fable. Not a typical tale. This one has to be watered:”

The Ancient One and His Grave
I watched him as he sat there on the bench.
I, the Solitary Tree, him, The Ancient one.
There I watched him, on that bench in the middle of nowhere, in my shade. I watched him, day after day, as he sat there, holding time. Waiting. Waiting for what knows who. I watched him watch the horizons. I watched him watch his grave.
He had dug that grave so long ago. Even the shovel had long since disappeared. But the grave stayed open. Waiting for the Ancient One. Watching him.
I watched them. Waiting. I knew not for what, but I waited. Waiting is Me – for I am the Solitary Tree.
I did not see the others come. How they crossed the plains to come toward the bench, I know not, but they had come. Two angels, dressed as nuns. They sat down beside him, each taking hold a hand. The Ancient One transformed....

*
“Behold!” I did spake. I am ancient, I am the one waiting. “Behold, angels, behold what thee doth do.” They did not hear me. They did not hear me yet. Perhaps I did need speak a more recent tongue. “Know this angels, that on this day, in this hour, you have meant more and done more for me than any my entire life. For this I have been waiting.”
They did not comprehend. Their simple act, simple to them, profound to me. “A seed,” I did say. “A seed.” Perhaps they did think me addled, yet they listened. “Whence comes the seed?” They look upward, into the mighty tree rising into the heavens above. I shook my head.
“Watch,” I commanded. My stare to the horizon. Staring into the soft breeze coming toward us I directed with my eyes. I still had some power. They saw the speck, the speck on the horizon. I went in, closer, and closer still. They saw the tiny seed, saw it coming over the horizon. That kernel of promise carried ever so gently by the breeze. Potential Goodness carried for so long by destiny.
I opened my hand, releasing it from the angel to my left. I placed it on my knee, palm beckoning to the sky. We sat still. Watching. Watching and waiting. We watched that seed. Closer and closer it drifted. I held my hand. It would come.
Come it did. Landing delicately in my palm as the breeze died. A foretelling. There was the seed. On my palm. “Whence comes this seed?” I asked the angels again. They felt the Solitary Tree. They felt the horizon, they felt the World, but they were unsure. I smiled.
“I have been waiting for you,” I promised these hearts. “Know this angels, your simple act is a seed. It has grown in me. It grows in me. It will grow in me. You do not see. But you can know.” They still did not understand.
“You only see the seed,” I said unto them. “You only see the part. You have removed the seed from the tree.“ This profoundness did not yet sprout. “The tree too is More. It is more than its leaves and branches and roots.” I let this grow.
“Behold the mighty Solitary Tree,” I enfolded that soulful giant into the embrace of my heart, where the angels now did live. “How many seeds has the Solitary tree produced in the ages it has stood here?” I demanded. “Countless,” said the angel to my left. “Innumerable,” said the angel to my right. “Yes,” I said, “More. Yet here it stands, alone.” Their eyes widened. The obvious is not always obvious, even to angels. They too have to learn.
“Yet you also have come from elsewhere. You are not from here. You have seen other trees. Many. Doubtless you have seen the children of the Solitary Tree.” The heavens did then drench us as that mighty heart did weep. “Yes,” the angels nodded. “It is so,” they confirmed in unison.
“We see only the seed,” I said again. “We think it is all about the seed. But, I ask you, what does it take to produce this tiny Gift?” I did not let them answer. “Consider your action, your small insignificant action of taking a moment to be with an Ancient One waiting by his Grave. It is a result of you. Yet, what produced it?” Again I did not let them respond. “Your act of largesse comes from you. From the *All* of you.”

“Behold the mighty Solitary Tree. Does this tiny seed come from a leaf?” Now I waited. Their heads shook. “Does it come from a twig?” Their heads shook. “Does it come from a branch, from a mighty branch, from the trunk, from the roots?” I questioned them. “No,” they said, beginning to understand. “The tiny seed comes from the whole. It takes all of the mighty Solitary Tree to produce this one tiny seed.”

“Ah...” I breathed, “So it is with your small act. It connects me to the all of you.” Their eyes widened again. “Yet that is not all there is to this,” I promised them once more.

I closed my hand around that splendid consequence. “Come,” I bade them. “It is time. My waiting is over.” I did lead them to my grave, where I did lie down. “Please cover me,” I requested of the angels. Their solemn nods did send me to my treasured sleep.

*

I watched them. The angels and the Ancient One, there by the Grave. I watched the Ancient One breathe his last of here. I watched the angels cover him with Earth. Using their hands, they did tenderly caress the earth to clothe him. Sweet it was. Touching. The angels moved me.
I helped. Adding to the grave with leaves. Then they were gone, the angels. As if they had never been. All I had was myself and the Grave. The Ancient One had been speaking to me. This I knew. What had been his meaning?
I considered what I had heard. My seed was me. I had recognised my seed. It had travelled all the way around the world to land in the palm of the Ancient One. Incredible. But I had recognised it. The seed was me. I was in the seed. Wait, *All* of me was in my seed. I considered.

The angels had said they had seen my children. The children who are me. The children I have never seen. They were angels. They could not lie. I had Trust. It was all I could do. Trust my children grew. I knew not where, I knew not how, but I had to Trust they grew.
Joy arose in me. I realised it did not matter. If my children grew or not, it did not matter! This was Profound. I realised they *Could* exist elsewhere. That was enough. I smiled down to my roots. The angels had not realised this about themselves. Perhaps they will, when they encounter my children which might exist.
It did not matter. I was alone no longer.
The End.

*
Biella had been climbing up a narrow stair-path cut into the cliff. They came now to a wider area near the top. A viewing vista cut into the rock. From this enclosure they peered over the surface onto the great plain. The Solitary Tree arose majestically from that exquisite expanse, filling their eyes. It was all they could see where rock did not block their view. That vast empty plain, the Solitary Tree, and a bench.
“It exists!!” Sighed Aki.

They stared at the Solitary Tree. The marvel of its existence magical.
The enclosure was open only on the side of the bench and the Tree. Rock walls behind and to the sides. To the right a small path cut deeply through the stone. Biella led them along it. Once more rock shielded their view. This path opened into another vista.

“Wait,” said Biella, holding up her hand like a field commander. “Prepare yourselves,” she instructed without explanation. Then stepped into the vista, facing the plain. The view opened up to now show *Two* mighty Trees.

“Oh my!' sighed Ursula.

“Behold,” smiled Biella, “The Solitary Tree. And, the Ancient One.”
- From: Tales, Myths, and Fables of the New Nobility (Recent entry)
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Continued in Chapter 2.

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The Young Young Man's Story - Ch1 Part 5

Podcast: https://anchor.fm/nobelia/episodes/The-Young-Young-Mans-Story---Ch1-Part-5-e2gigc

Continued from Part 4: https://is.gd/SHXWsC

The Young Man: - My task was to figure out just how exactly I was going to implement my objective. The first and most obvious was to look at when I had done something stupid. Which at ten, was much more often than I would have liked. :)

Starting with my mindless behaviour was obvious. But not simple...

I didn't think I *was* stupid. Yet I was keenly aware of silly and worse things I had done. A conundrum.

How could I have been so foolish when I wasn't a total idiot?

I sorted the nonsensical behaviour. Okay, some were because I had simply been ignorant. I hadn't known better. Ignorance, I knew even then, was not the same as stupidity.

I remembered one incident in particular., happened when I was about five...

This incident had affected me profoundly when it occurred. Because I had at the time, become thoroughly aware I could do things without knowing better. And I had become Aware I could act not knowing the consequences. It had been profound at five. And has never left me.

That incident became a large part of what was to follow...

Continued in Chapter 2 - A Young Boy's Story...

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The Young Young Man's Story - Ch1 Part 4

Podcast: https://anchor.fm/nobelia/episodes/The-Young-Young-Mans-Story---Ch1-Part-4-e2gcl7


Continued from Part 3: https://is.gd/225eFE
L: - "Haha yeah......

A Magical Adventure

Podcast: https://anchor.fm/nobelia/episodes/A-MAGICAL-ADVENTURE-e2g8ef Life-MissionsFor me, the Grand Story is always our own Journey and we are the authors. The goal, the mission, is the Development and Enhancement of Awareness. Always the common theme for all. It's the mission of the Universe, which conspires with us on this Adventure. We cannot of course give ourselves direct instruction for Developing and Enhancing Awareness, then it would be programming, so we have to help ourselves indirectly.

This Purpose is the essence of every Story, every mission, every journey. It's the way it all works, everything is geared toward Awareness, and we have to figure it out for ourselves. But we're helped at every turn and corner. Everything, absolutely everything, is geared to facilitate and aid this purpose. Every situation, every event, every happenstance, no matter how trivial, is aimed at this end. It's incredible, and it's why most do not perceive this marvel, as it's often beyond the awesome threshold.

This Awareness Enhancement and Development process is transferred from self to children. It's as if the DNA carries this imperative within it, and that imperative is now with the child. We are either going to make the attempt at Awareness ourselves, or if not, pass the drive on to our children, and through them, attain it for DNA. But, at some point someone has to complete the task, obtain the goal. It can be any one of us, if we so choose, if we so focus our lives. It's up to us.

The problem with missions is we don't realise all our life-tasks, our goals, aims and ambitions, are all subservient to the Enhancement of Awareness Purpose. These sub-paths are simply ways to get us started, to provide motivation. It's kind of a trick of the Universe. But once we become aware of the Grand Mission, it all falls into place and everything makes sense. Everything is there for our benefit, everything is exactly what we need at our point of Awareness, what exactly we need to learn. The world and our path, our story, our mission, is all custom tailored to exactly what we individually need to learn and become Aware of. In this aspect, the World does indeed revolve around us.
Flexible FluidityProblems on this Path come when we get stuck in sub-missions and mistake them for the true mission. This is when we lose motivation and suffer from frustration and stress. For underneath we always know the superficial is just exactly that, superficial. If we have maxed the learning from that particular mission or situation, it's time to move on. If we aren't fully immersed, fully imbibing the magic of the incredibleness, it means we aren't where we need to be. We are reluctant to change, but that's what it's all about, acquiring the ability to change, to be able to change and flow and adapt, with ease and speed.

When we think back to the magic of our childhoods, how everything was a wonder and exciting, we forget that as children we could move instantly to the next thing, whatever it was. We could be fully immersed in something and if a new input came our way which superseded, we would simply drop whatever and move on. No fuss, just fluid adaptability. No agonising over change, we simply shifted with the Appropriateness of it.

Specifically For UsIf we set-up our lives strategically, in such a way where we can shift and flow as much as possible, we can then get back to that full immersion in perpetual magic. For it is there, it's always been there. It's in fact more magical and marvellous than we were able to perceive as children, when we start to look at the world as the perfect school that it is. It's a school, or mechanism which is intimately attuned to each and every individual. It's geared to give us exactly and precisely what we need and want, as long as our needs and wants are in Attunement with the Grand Theme, which is the Development and Enhancement of Awareness. Once we do this, it all flows.

Much of our learning and growing involves un-learning. A key perspective and Understanding. We have to start at zero when it comes to Developing and Enhancing Awareness. But we also need something to get us going on our Path, and thus we have childhoods and society and convention. None of them are ideal. This lack of ideal is by design. When we start to perceive the flaws, if we are true to ourselves and self-honest, we will seek alternatives. That's how we get onto the Path of Awareness. It's a marvellous setup we can use to take a shortcut to sensibility and Enhancing our Awareness, simply by turning convention upside down. Almost always the opposite of convention, or somewhere in the vicinity of opposite, as we personally have come to perceive it, is the best thing for us. Unhooking from "shoulds and shouldn'ts" thus is incredibly liberating.

At some point we have to realise we have to take full Responsibility for our own lives. In that Assumption of Responsibility we also have to accept that ultimately we alone are the final authority of what is best for ourselves. Yes, the Universe is set-up to provide the maximum amount of AID by way of hints, suggestions, and clues, but we in the end have to make the final decision.
Self-Correcting SystemBut the wonder of it all is, that if we make any decision Impeccably, then it's impossible to make a mistake. No matter what we do, if done impeccably, which means using our energy in the best possible way and making sure our motivations are true, which really means our motivation is the Development and Enhancement of our Awareness, then no matter what we decide, the world and the Universe will conspire to make that decision work out for the best. It's stupendous how this works.

We have to Trust. We have to Trust ourselves and the mechanism of it all. The Mechanism which is Life, is the Universe. A mechanism geared to aiding us in the Development and Enhancement of our Awareness. We have to do the enhancing and developing ourselves, but everything else is geared to assisting us. The key is at some point to accept the truth that we are in fact saying: "I am going to be the one that says what is right for me! I am the ONLY one who in the end can say so! I am going to be saying, if I have to: "I am right when it comes to me, even if it seems the entire world is wrong."

This is an essential perspective to develop. To have this perspective and stance in full humility. The humility which incorporates the thorough Awareness of just exactly how little we know, how minuscule our Understanding is in comparison to the Universe, and at the same time, to insist on what is right for us even if it is at odds with the "wisdom" of the world. For the 'wisdom" of the world is aimed at the aggregate, and no-one, no-one at all, is ever an aggregate. It never fits, and that's why turning convention upside down is such an illuminating exercise.

Overall SensibilityThe point of Enhancing Awareness is so we are better able to be Appropriate. The better we become at being Appropriate the better we are able to adapt, to shift, to flow, to maximise, to enjoy, to revel and relish in the Awesomeness of Life. The greater our ability to be Appropriate, the greater our Freedom. This is what it's all about.

But to be free, we need Awareness, the more the better, and not just any old awareness, we need Enhanced Awareness. The Enhancement of Awareness leads to greater Appropriateness, which enables us, empowers us, and thus leads us to greater and greater freedom. Greater ability to enjoy, for Joy is an Ultimate Accomplishment. When we have attained the ability to be Appropriate, in all contexts, we can choose Joy, no matter the situation, and that's truly a worthwhile mission.

Appropriate Awareness goes beyond Joy, the ability to be Appropriate is also the ultimate survival strategy. As it's becoming Attuned to the Universe. This Grand Attunement to the greater Flow-of-Life allows us to maximise our energy, to always be doing the "right" thing, right in terms of what is best for us, and as such it's always awesome, for we become Appropriate not only within the small confines of our individual circumstances, but also within the ultimate context of the Universe, and then it's all awesomeness, everything is in-tune, we are Appropriate in all circumstances and time-frames.
Life-PerspectiveOnce we are Attuned, once we Understand how it all works, once we fully accept and comprehend it's all about the Development and Enhancement of Awareness, we can look back at our lives with this perspective, and then it all falls into place. When we look back at our past dramas, at the events and happenings along our growth-journey from the perspective of what happened as being best, best in terms of providing us the opportunity to become more Aware, the randomness and luck disappears, and we see the incredible magic of it all. Everything was for our benefit, and still is. Doesn't matter when we learn what we need to learn, then or now, as long as we learn, that's all that matters.

It all starts with the realisation that everything, every single thing, in our individual lives, is geared towards the Development and Enhancement of our Personal Awareness. Everything happens for a GOOD reason, not just any old reason, and that Good Purpose is for the growth of our Awareness. May not always be the only factor involved, but there's always a Good lesson involved. Finding those understandings and insights is actually our Life's Mission, our Life's Story, and absolutely everything is focused on this, on helping us in this, aiding us. All we have to do is enjoy the Journey, enjoy the magic of the Game, relish the mysteries, delight in figuring it all out, make that bit of effort to Learn, then we are on our way, and Life becomes Living.
Meaning and Purpose of LifeLiving is a Magical Adventure, where everything has significance, everything has meaning, everything is Attuned to our greater needs, the needs of our spirit. We are the authors of our own Story, and the author part of ourselves is always writing a Story which is the most awesome possible. All we have to do is perceive in the Appropriate context, which is everything that happens has a GOOD reason in it somewhere. Everything which happens to us is for the Good reason of Developing and Enhancing our Awareness in some way, for enabling us to be more Appropriate, for Empowering us toward maximum Freedom. Once we embrace the glory of Learning and Growth, then Life transforms into an Adventure specifically designed for us. And we come to realise  the World is a description, and we individually are the ones doing the describing.

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Hopes Realised and the Joys of Communication

We make effort, we put our Intent into action, we do what we feel we need to, what we believe is necessary and good, and that's all we can really do. We can't force our views, or actions, onto others. When we truly and purely Share, we do so without agenda. As is I feel the only way. We can but Share, putting our Sharing out there to connect as it will.

Doesn't mean we disconnect from what results from our Sharings. We can absolutely enjoy to the utmost when others connect, are affected, stimulated, moved, and otherwise use our Sharing. When our Sharings provide energy for others, it's a profound joy and a gift, a free gift, which we can enjoy to the max.

We don't always know if out Sharings communicate or Share what we mean to share, what we believe we are communicating. Thus, when we receive feedback which demonstrates we have done as intended, it's a deep Appreciation and a joy to stimulate another, to connect them to what's important to *them.* This is, to me, a big deal, an incalculable bonus.

One such connecting is a review on our OUT BS! - Overcoming and Understanding Today's Bullsh!t book. A review by a well-seasoned reviewer, without agenda of any kind, purely a reflection of stimulus and the resulting connection to what affects the reviewer in their life as it relates to the book. Most gratifying.
To see that personal angle is most excellent, and we hope to see many more, from a great variety of perspectives, how it impacts and relates to different individuals. This particular review/feedback is a connection to certain angles, but there are many more we feel others will connect to. It's seeing the connections themselves, all through life, which is the issue, and the link to Understanding.

Here's the url for this particular review/sharing, which is to me more of an article or extended essay, another reason it's so enjoyable, the reviewer is connecting on all cylinders and was moved to provide more, much more than expected...
https://manuelaantao.blogspot.com/2018/10/bulkshit-out-bs-overcoming-and.html
Thanks Manuel.


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The Young Young Man's Story, Ch1 Part 3

Podcast: https://anchor.fm/nobelia/episodes/The-Young-Young-Mans-Story--Ch1-Part-3-e2g3cr


Continued from Part 2 : https://is.gd/2mH4dr

L: - "..."

The Young Man: - 'Testing and Checking! I set about checking my hypothesis, what it was to me at that stage. I guess I had an inbuilt humility, that went along with an inbuilt ability to question the world. I mean when I look back now it amazes me. I can write about it only because I am so disconnected by time from that boy I can be more objective. In the objectivity is an amazement at what these mindsets came from. They were just out there some of them.
Of course later I made concerted efforts to acquire mindsets and abilities, but those two, among some others, were there from the get go.'

L: - "You brought them with you!"

The Young Man: - 'Yes! So it seems. But lol don't side-track me with that story. I made a post about it - couple I think.
Anyway, so I set off with my hypothesis and proceeded to check it out. To see how valid it was. I started by asking people what they thought Perfection was. Haha, I knew so clearly I had to ask randomly, without revealing why, so I could get accurate answers which weren't influenced by my agenda. I knew that then!'

L: - "OK lol ..."

The Young Man: - 'I encountered more of what I had already heard. Just in detail. That field study was most illuminating!'

L: - "You are sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me Happy when skies are gray .. (On right now. :) )"

The Young Man: - 'Oh YAY! Yes you are that. (heart)

Yeah, it's a massive lol to me now. I knew if I said why, they would try and present arguments to me to counter what I had come up with. But this is not so amazing really. Remember that was in a very conservative culture at the time. "Ideas" was almost a dirty word. People who had "Ideas" were seen as being full of themselves. And egotistical.'

L: - "(Heart) Hahaha teehee."

The Young Man: - 'Also, there was a very specific big deal unspoken undercurrent Perspective: The 11th Commandment: "THOU SHALT NOT QUESTION!!"'

L: - "Wow ...don't ask why!"

The Young Man: - 'This had always stuck with me. It went against me, to my core. From the earliest that was just *Wrong.*
Oh, that, thou shalt not question, is prevalent in all very conservative societies. Because questions threaten stability. Questions are change. Questions expose. Many reasons.'

L: - "oooohh ....