Embodying Ease & Grace - A Tribute to my Teacher, Marcela Flekalova

''Love is the cure, for your pain will keep giving birth to more pain until your eyes constantly exhale love as effortlessly as your body yields its scent.''

~ Rumi


I've had a few significant spiritual teachers in my lifetime, but only one I got to play tennis with.

I met Marcela when she came to me for a song session. I was very honored, as she was a well-known healer in the San Diego area with her own reputable ‘School of Healership’, and she was coming to see me. She knew the transformative power of music, and wanted her own personal song so she could sing it to her inner child. From that session we took a walk on the beach. From that walk we made a date to play tennis.

Marcela was the recipient of some severe physical and sexual abuse as a child, which motivated her to learn everything she could about healing. She was from Prague, Czechoslovakia, and was once a tennis player on the pro circuit. In her prime, she was seeded 51st in the world.  When I met her she was approaching sixty, almost twice my age, and yet she easily whipped my butt on the court.  In fact, I did not win a game. Not minding the lopsided score, I asked her if she would play me again, and we did. Many times. We always played at least one set, and, with the exception of one time when she was sluggish from a cold, she always whipped my butt. My game improved tremendously in her presence, and I felt lucky to be on the court with her.

The contrast between us was very telling. I huffed and puffed to get each ball, worked up a good sweat, and ended our matches deliriously spent. She breezed through each moment, gracefully moving without struggle, like a cross between a classical dancer and a disciplined Zen meditator. I asked her once how she made it look so easy. ''Scott, you value effort, and pride yourself on it. I value ease and grace, and over the course of many years and much practice, have become an embodiment of what I value.''

''Oh.''

One evening Marcela came to one of my concerts. A few days later we were having lunch after tennis, and she asked me if I would like some feedback about my performance. I said yes, excited that Marcela had seen me in action doing something I do really well, and anticipating spoonfuls of praise. ''Scott, there is a part of you still craving approval, and you pull and drain energy from the audience unconsciously while you are entertaining them. I could feel you needing something from us, your audience, your fans, something that we could not and should not give. And when we applauded and appreciated you after each song, you didn't really let it in. Your belief in your own unworthiness blocked it. Your body tensed up, your breath became shallow. And that's not surprising. There's a wound there, and if you heal it, you will become a much better performer, and a much happier human being.''

''Oh.''

Humble pie was the main dish served when hanging out with Marcela, both on and off the court. My inner guidance nudged me to have a session with her, to see if she could assist me with my issues as well as she could see and name them. So I did.

After the first, which was quite helpful, I began having weekly sessions with her. She did bodywork, shamanic work, emotional release work, psychic work, inner child healing, re-parenting, and life coaching, all rolled into these amazing sessions. Gradually I let myself trust and open to her power, quite a scary thing for me, since I had such an overpowering mother. And so, Marcela became somewhat of a guide to me - a healer, a mentor, and yes, a spiritual teacher.

Marcela knew the thing I most wanted in my life was more intimacy, especially in the form of a life partner. A great deal of our work together focused on bringing to the surface and clearing the fears, blocks and beliefs I harbored in regards to letting in love. ''Scott, right now, as much as your conscious mind wants intimacy, on a deeper heart level, you push away love and partnership more than you welcome it. Your inner child is somewhat frozen in there, waiting for the warmth of your own loving to thaw himself out. Before you can let somebody else in, you need to let yourself in first.'' I had heard that many times, even uttered the words myself to others, but this time I was ready to walk the walk, and not just talk the talk.

Marcela suggested I start collecting and sleeping with stuffed animals.  Boy, did I have resistance to that! Marcela's office was filled with large, flamboyant, colorful stuffed animals, and now she was trying to pass the disease on to me! I guess I had some judgments about adults playing with child's toys, judgments that were a clever cover by my ego to mask my fear of becoming vulnerable. But I did start a collection, one that I grew to love, as I grew to love the child inside me through Marcela's guidance.

My four-year old daughter is currently quite happy with my colorful collection of soft, inviting creatures. I am so glad I am passing on my cuddly animals to her, and not my unworthiness, fear of suffocation, and resistance to being loved. Through my work with Marcela, gradually I began to thaw out and soften, and my heart became more spacious, open, and available for intimacy. Venus, my life partner, entered the scene as if on cue. I had no doubt that the work I was doing with Marcela played a big part in that.

Soon after we began dating, Venus and I had dinner with Marcela.  I felt as if our new relationship received a mitzvah, the love and blessings of my teacher. Soon after that, we lost touch as she moved to Oregon, and I moved to the Bay Area to start a life with Venus.  A month ago I found out that Marcela Flekova made her transition. I've been filled with both sadness and gratitude. I trust she is continuing to glide through life with ease and grace, the ease and grace she lived while inside a body, the ease and grace she passed on to me and countless others.

I'll never forget Marcela on the tennis court, hitting each ball powerfully and purposefully, without aggression, strain or struggle, radiating effortless effort, power versus force.

Marcela taught by example, without dogma. I consider myself blessed to have hung out with her, and to have had the wisdom and willingness to recognize and receive her as a teacher. When the student is ready, the teacher appears, ready to serve. Tennis, anyone?



Scott Grace is an intuitive life coach that has a blast playing Santa Claus all year 'round and giving away complementary thirty minute sessions. For info click on:  http://www.scottsongs.com/pages/coaching_councelling.html, or say hello at info@scottsongs.com or 415 721 2954 to schedule a session. In addition, he is the author of the book, Teach Me How To Love, a True Story that Touches Hearts and Helps with the Laundry! Check it out at Amazon at: http://www.amazon.com/Teach-Me-How-Love-Touches/dp/061549210X/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top or buy the book with a 17 song CD of Scott's music in the back at: http://www.scottsongs.com

My Father's Death & Our Healing

          A week ago on Sunday, June 3rd, my 88 year-old father took his last breath. I saw him a few days before, and his last words to me were: "Scott, I had a wonderful life." It fills me with comfort to know that he framed his life journey that way as he made his transition.  I want to share with you the chapter in my book about the healing I had with my father. Anybody have some unfinished business with Dad that comes up around Father's Day? Please send them this. It will touch them.           

Finding My Father

By Scott Grace

"As long as there is room in your heart for one enemy, your heart is not a safe place for a friend."
-Sufi saying

 “Good work, Scott. Now it’s time to find your father.” When I participated in the retreat with my mother, those were the last words the male facilitator spoke to me. Find my father? What did he mean by that? My father lived in Brooklyn- that was where to find him! At that time the gulf between my Dad and I seemed insurmountable. My feeling of being rejected by him was possibly my deepest wound, and I had covered it all up with a liberal coating of pride. Find my father. 

In his early adulthood my father fought in World War II, survived that, went to medical school, survived that, married my mother, prognosis uncertain, and became a great, caring doctor who always went the extra mile with his patients. He was doing house calls for his elderly patients until he retired at age 82!

My parents started a family in Brooklyn, where they had both been born and raised. The first two children were girls, and then I, the final one, plopped out. I can imagine my father’s excitement about having a son, someone to guide from boyhood to manhood, to continue the family name, someone to be proud of, perhaps even someone to follow in his footsteps.

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I didn’t always have issues with my Dad. In fact as a boy I was crazy about him. I was the apple of his eye, and he was my knight in shining armor. We played sports and games, and went fishing together. As I approached age 14, however, it became abundantly clear that my feet were hell bent on following another path, any path but his!

In school I was having behavioral problems. I was feeling all kinds of difficult feelings about myself and my life, feelings that I needed help sorting out and understanding. I expressed my inner angst by becoming a class clown, defying any and all rules. To my credit, I was very creative and original in my acts of rebellion. I also displayed signs of brilliance in the subjects I was interested in. But when report card time rolled around, I was filled with dread. Having my parents read those things was a very traumatic experience for me. Whatever pain I was expressing through my actions was driven deep inside of me. I got more upset each time my parents’ disapproving and punitive magnifying glass was focused on my poor grades and attention getting schemes. I responded by doing more things that would bring me disapproval and punishment.

Eventually, I learned that I would be treated less harshly if I punished myself, so my inner critic was born. My parents saw me being hard on myself, and figured I was doing an adequate job. Self-reproach is a great protection plan, and being skilled in self-criticism was a large part of the shadow side of our family tradition. 

My Dad had no idea how to deal with me. My mother expressed her feelings of anger and disappointment, but my father grew silent and distant, and acted like he didn’t care anymore. He just gave up on me. That was even more painful to me than my mother’s voiced disapproval. I hated him for that, and expressed my anger just as covertly, by also pretending that I didn’t want anything to do with him. We lived under the same roof, but we were a thousand miles away from each other.

I continued to have trouble with school until the time I chose to drop out and pursue my interests. I became totally focused on my spiritual growth, the quest for enlightenment, and God, a fact that sent shivers through my father’s mind. My father, a proud and vocal atheist, had given birth to a son who was thumbing his nose at scientific and intellectual matters and doing the God thing. While I don’t believe my spiritual searching was simply an expression of a power struggle with my father, he sure took it that way. There were many hard feelings between us, feelings that hardened into cement as time went by.

For much of my young adulthood, I went about my business without much of a relationship with my dad. We had stopped trying to change each other, but the walls of apathy remained, thick and cold between us. We had both written each other off, pronouncing the relationship deceased, incapable of improvement.

But that wasn’t the case.

Things began changing significantly when I took the initiative and wrote him a heartfelt letter and he wrote one back. Many more letters followed. Two human beings with a history of separateness began to cross old, outdated borders and to get to know each other. I would like to share our first exchange of letters:

     Dear Dad,

I have been thinking a lot about you these days, and I want you to know my thoughts. It seems to me that in my pain, confusion and my struggle to define myself as someone separate from you, I rejected you entirely, along with everything you stood for. Lately I’ve been seeing that in my rebellion, I have set aside a part of myself that has not been allowed to develop and that can make me a more whole person inside. I have come to regret that rebellious side of my personality and I am setting out to make changes.

You tried to teach me, by your example, how to be a disciplined, reliable provider for oneself and for a family. You showed me how to live safely in the world, with a sense of security and structure. You modeled success in ways that I did my best not to emulate. And I am feeling very sorry about that. It was as if I turned away from your most powerful way of showing me that you loved me: the way you lived your life.

Dad, I can sense that my work in the world, my relationships with women and my sense of self-esteem are all affected by this stance. I am working diligently in my life to develop within myself the qualities you tried to pass one to me. Ouch! It’s hard for a sufferer of Peter Pan Syndrome to grow into an adult. But my happiness does depend on it.

Dad, you are a part of me, and it’s time I stopped resisting that and started accepting and working with the gifts you have given me. You have passed on to me a legacy of character traits that are my missing link in my development as a person.

I love you, Dad. I don’t want to wait until you are on your deathbed, or until you are gone, to feel and to express that. You have given me so much by the way you work, play and live. I want you to know, as late as it may be, that I am beginning to receive and to learn from you and your life. Growing up is a scary thing, but I’m getting there!

                                                                                                         

 Your son,

^Scott!

Sending the letter felt like a huge, but necessary risk. How would he respond to such a bearing of my soul? I waited for his reply, nervously opening up the mail each day. Each time the phone rang, I imagined it was him. What would he say to me? What would I say to him? Would my letter make a difference, or would I end up regretting that I ever reached out? Ten days after I sent my letter, I got his response. I opened it up and started crying after the first sentence, right there in the Postal Annex.               

Dear Scott,

Your letter has touched me deeper than I can ever convey to you in words. I cried like a baby during and after reading it! You have come a long way, farther than you realize!

Scott, don’t berate yourself for rejecting me and my values and my world. It was I who rejected you when you didn’t conform to what I wanted for you. Rejection is something you learned from me! I blame myself; don’t forget, I was supposedly the adult and you were the child! I should have handled things wiser and more maturely.

Scott, listen to me very carefully. Let’s not dwell on the past, except if it can help us understand the present and prevent us from making the same mistakes over again. As I said before, you have come a long way and I have reacted to your changes very positively! You say growing up is scary and difficult. Please remember, I am still trying to grow up! Let’s help each other.

Scott, I love you very much. I always have! I hope any scars are temporary and reversible.

Always,

Dadio

I read the letter again and again. Who was this wise, tender, approachable man? Was this my father?  I felt waves of gratitude and celebration as I pondered his letter. Nervously, I called him up. “Dad, I got your letter.” “And I, yours, Scott.” We both fumbled for words, but couldn’t find any. Finally, my father said, “Scott, I’m all choked up right now. I can’t seem to talk.” “I feel the same, Dad.” Another clumsy, but heart -filled silence. We both managed to say “I love you”, and then had to get off the phone. The feelings were too rich for words, but a new beginning was acknowledged.

I visited my family soon after that. My time with my father was sweet and meaningful. I found myself genuinely interested in him, his past, his dreams, his regrets. I asked him questions as if I we were just starting out. We had some significant catching up to do.

We speak on the phone often these days. It’s not always easy to talk to him. I question at times how much to reveal, and what to talk about. Sometimes it flows, and sometimes it feels awkward. We are profoundly different in our beliefs, our lifestyles and our frames of reference. But we are two men relating to each other in the present, not burdened by the past, expressing our caring and support. For my father and I, both expertly trained in the self-defense of hiding our hearts to cover up our hurt, our current relationship is somewhat of a miracle. We are both finding out together that love is stronger than steel, and that the pain of the past can be put behind us. For men in this culture to be more interested in being close than in being right is indeed something to treasure! 

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    “The holiest place on earth is where an ancient hatred has become a present love.”  --A Course in Miracles 

This is an excerpt from my book, Teach Me How to Love. It can be ordered at http://www.scottsongs.com, or on Amazon as a paperback or an ebook at: http://www.amazon.com/Teach-Me-How-Love-Touches/dp/061549210X

Occupy Ketchup!

 By Scott Grace

"What I know for sure is that it's only when you make the process your goal that your big dream will follow."
~ Oprah Winfrey

When I was growing up my favorite television commercial was the Heinz Ketchup one. It featured Carly Simon's hit song Anticipation, and people would be seen tilting a Heinz bottle downward, playfully doing their best to be patient, taking it in stride, smiling in anticipation while the bottle, working in cahoots with gravity, eventually delivered the amazing goods. The message was, "Our ketchup is worth the wait. In fact, don't call it waiting, call it courting! Let yourself be romanced by our heavenly product coming out so slowly. You want a ketchup with a slow hand, don't you?

Then Ronald Reagan came along, proclaiming ketchup, with all its processing, preservatives, salt and sugar, to be a legitimate vegetable for school lunches, an extremely nutritious deal for the corporate interests and the lobbyists that served the law up onto our children's plates. Tomatoes everywhere joined in solidarity to protest, but they all ended up being put in the can. Heinz bottled them up before the public ever got wind of it.

I fantasize that the original idea for their famous commercial was conceived at a meeting one day in the corporate offices...

Heinz Executive: Truth telling time. At the end of the day, what's the biggest drawback that makes some people stay away from our product?

Another Heinz Executive: The sodium content! It's off the roof! I've got enough high blood pressure with this job, thank you!

Heinz Executive: Ridiculous. Most consumers want it salty as hell, all the market research shows that. Bottom line? It comes out too freakin' slow. People hate that. I hate that. That's why I don't bother using it. Who's got the time?

New Heinz Ad Man Hired To Boost Sales: I've got an idea to make it sell. People like to take their time when it comes to a special time in the bedroom. Why not with ketchup? Let's spin it so that the slow pour reminds them of what slow, gourmet foreplay is to mindblowing sex!

Heinz Executive: Would it work? Will people actually buy that?

Heinz Ad Man: People will buy anything that's spun right, and ketchup in a bottle that's shaped like a phallic symbol is no exception. Hey, don't forget, before you folks brought me in, I worked for Ronald Reagan's campaign. His biggest problem was his slow brain and speech. I helped spin it so he was seen as Father Knows Best, down-to-earth, refreshingly simple, and super-trustworthy. If I could sell him, I could get your ketchup flying super fast off the shelves. Trust me, I'm a spin doctor."

And so, disguised as a vegetable, a junk food dynasty was born. Outraged tomatoes organized and became activists, camping out in front of supermarkets, linking vines to protect themselves from the Produce Police that were bent on squashing them. Sadly, the Occupy Ketchup movement was virtually ignored by the mainstream media.

When I was twenty years old I decided I wanted and was ready for a life partner. Having already been exposed to metaphysics and the law of attraction, I began applying affirmations and visualizations to manifest my ideal relationship.

Twenty years later she arrived. Well worth the wait. Especially since during that time I was gradually developing into someone who could handle the joys, challenges, and soul lessons of a committed relationship.

Currently, I desire my work in the world to take off. I want more lucrative gigs as a speaker. I want my book to catch fire. These dreams are manifesting slower than my ego would like. Maybe I can learn something from Heinz. Maybe I can become my own spin doctor, prescribe for myself some new perspectives, and reframe things in a way that allows me to trade in my impatience for peace.

Scott's Drill Sergeant Ego: Work harder, dude! Pick up the pace! It's not a time to relax, trust, and enjoy the freakin' roses. This is a state of emergency, requiring a sense of urgency. It's time to freak out, push hard, blame the economy, blame yourself, freak out some more, and then push harder. That's the plan. Are you with me? I SAID, ARE YOU WITH ME, SOLDIER?

Scott's Higher Self: Whoa, soldier! At ease! Easy does it. This is peacetime. No war going on in your universe. It's safe to take it easy. The terror threat level is at zero. Whistle while you work, and have fun with it. There is a Divine Plan unfolding, and everything is in Perfect Order. You are making steady progress in putting out your work, building the field through YouTube and Facebook. Things are moving along nicely. You could equate it with the unhurried pace of a tortoise. And you live in a culture that distrusts and disdains tortoise medicine, that worships the speed of the hare. Rushing urgently is just the ego's frantic control trip, an attempt to overcompensate for an imaginary sense of unworthiness, and to win a race that does not exist. Drop the struggle and take your sweet time getting there. Avoid the rat race. The journey before you is precious, and even more delicious than whatever destination you are pining for. Remember the expression, Easy does it, Scott. Ease really does do it!

Ego: But I want it now! Show me the money, some juicy speaking gigs, and the book deal, and then I'll relax and take it easy.

Ahhh, the poor ego. Always upside down and upset about things. So glad I'm listening to a wiser guide these days, and putting first things first. Like peace.

I bet there's something you want from life that is coming out slower than you would like. You might even be worried it's not coming out at all. You might be telling a story about there being something wrong with you, or with life itself, for not delivering the ketchup.

Maybe, just maybe, all is unfolding as it should. Maybe the jewels of patience, persistence, and trust can only be uncovered through things not manifesting according to your ego's plan, and maybe those character traits are far more valuable to your soul than the quick fix, the instant manifestations. And maybe learning to be peaceful through life's inevitable ups and downs is the real gold we're after, worth more than all the money in the world.

Slowly is the New Holy!

Ketchup that comes out quickly is usually pretty watered down. And there is something about slow motion that is healing, especially in this day and age. High speed internet, wireless, cell phones, all the technology scrambles our nervous systems and makes chaos the new norm. And that makes slowly the new Holy! Anyone who has ever meditated longer than ten minutes knows the joy that comes when the heart rate and the thinking mind slow down enough to abide in stillness. There is a Heavenly sanctuary within all of us, brimming with splendor and overflowing with fulfillment. But it's not the express train that gets us there. It's the local track, enjoying all the stops along the way.

So, my fellow earth citizens, let's get up-to-speed with slowing down. Drop the rush and let ease set the pace. And remember, don't let politicians have a monopoly on spin. It's your life, and how you frame things makes all the difference between being in struggle or being at ease. So take spin into your own hands, and make peace with the slow ketchup in your life.

I'm Scott Grace, and I approved this message.


"Whatever the hell happens, say this is what I need. It may look like a wreck, but go at it as though it were an opportunity. If you bring love to that moment, not discouragement, you will find the strength there. Nothing can happen to you that is not positive. Even though it looks and feels at the moment like a negative crisis, it is not. The crisis throws you back, and when you are required to exhibit strength, it comes."

- Joseph Campbell, the Follow Your Bliss Man



Scott Grace is the author of Teach Me How To Love. He can be reached at www.scottsongs.com.

Jesus Appears on Letterman!

By Scott Grace

Ah, the holiday season is upon us, a time when Mother Nature draws us inward and Mother Culture draws us shopping. What will it be this year? Will you pass through the holidays unconsciously, in a frenzy of obligation, hurry and adrenaline, or will you let yourself slow down and take it easy like the rest of the natural world is doing at this time of year? I feel committed to staying attuned to the inward call of winter soulstice and the corresponding needs of my soul...to slow down the pace, nurture my beingness and replenish the well within. A close friend of mine has a birthday that is celebrated in December, although he was really born in July. He is somewhat of a celebrity, a cultural icon that most civilized folks know of, admire and sometimes feel intimidated by. He has been a regular in the supermarket tabloids for two thousand years, even before supermarkets were invented. I’ve noticed, like with many Hollywood stars, people make him out to be larger than life. They put him on a pedestal, somehow hoping that his life can save theirs, and like to fixate over the minute details of what he said and did. His stage name is Jesus, but his friends from the old neighborhood call him Jeshua Ben Joseph. The most famous role of his career has been Prince of Peace, Savior of the World. (When writing the script, the Director realized that the part was far too big to be given to just one, so he cast every human being to star equally in the role. Alas, most people are so convinced they’re not worthy of an audition, they don’t realize they got the part!) Jeshua, after retiring from show business in a glorious spectacle of emotion, now works tirelessly behind the scenes, whispering lines to the rest of the cast. He guides his fellow performers to choose peace over drama, love over stage fright, and comedy over tragedy. He nudges us, when we finally become willing to listen to a director other than our egos, to step into our appointed roles and play our parts to the max. Jeshua does not appreciate the Academy of Christianity giving him the Oscar year after year for Best Savior. He would much rather share the statue with Moses, Buddha, The Dalhi Lama, Oprah Winfrey, Robin Williams, me and you. And he would rather not have so much fuss made over him. In a recent and rare appearance on Letterman, Jeshua had this to say: “David, people get the wrong idea about me. I just want to give the world a Peace of my mind! That’s all. I didn’t ask for all these religions to spring up and make such a big deal of it all. I’m basically a simple, down-to-earth kind of guy. In fact, I came down to earth to spread joy! Just like everyone, I’ve had a few moments here and there on the cross, but I’ve laughed far more that I’ve suffered. Please tell those churches to take all those pictures of me off their walls. How would you like it if they framed you having a horrendous hair day and decided that was the image the world should remember you by? Oh, and another thing: if people want to celebrate my birthday, I’d like to see them giving each other more presence! Simply being present with an open heart is the greatest gift you can give another. Slow down, ease up on the material madness and get into the spirit of the holidays. And for Christ’s sake (literally speaking), lighten up! Life is too eternal to be taken seriously!” Thrilled that Jesus was speaking so freely, David encouraged him to continue. Jeshua got excited, “People think of me as not having political ties, but actually I’m quite politically active. I’m pro-choice, pro life, and anti-right. That’s right, anti-right! I want people, all people, to give up this business of being right and to focus on compassion. And another thing...” At that point David had to interrupt and break for some commercials. When they got back on the air Jeshua asked if he could have a minute for his own commercial. An 800 number flashed across the screen and Jesus explained that this was his new pager number, a modern way for humanity to call him up and fire away a question, concern or prayer. He can answer over ten billion calls at the same time! Explaining further, he said, “Traditional churches lead people to believe that to be close to me you have to pay money and have exclusive membership in their club. I want everyone to know it’s easier than you think. In fact, it’s what you think that makes it hard! Just try this: close your eyes, take some breaths, get quiet inside, and dial 1-800-ASK-JESUS. I’ll call you right back. Don’t worry, I’ve already got your number, and my dial-up speed is faster than DSL and cable combined. But you’ve got to believe you are worthy of having a connection with me. Otherwise, there will be too much static on your end, and there will appear to be a receiver off the hook. If that happens, remind yourself to open your heart to receiving, and repeat the call. If you ever get a busy signal, you are the one that’s too busy. As I’ve said once or twice before, I am with you always. And I can afford to keep my promises. I’m not running for anything!” Scott Grace plays golf with Jesus and bowls with Buddha. He would like to appear on Letterman someday, but for now appears at www.scottsongs.com

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Goodbye Chicken Soup! Farewell To Dummies & Idiots!

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The Seven Habits of Highly Dramatic People

By Scott Kalechstein Grace

Do gratitude, contentment, and inner peace sometimes creep up on you and undermine your ability to indulge your anxiety? 

Here’s a quick and handy two-step process to make sure you get your M.D.R. (minimum daily requirements) of worry and chaos.

1. Believe and act like your safety, security, and happiness are dependent on people and forces outside of you that you can’t control.

2. Try to control them.

For those of you who prefer to keep it complex, here are seven habits to develop that will help you go deeper into your practice and guarantee a daily overdose of adrenaline. Allow me to be your drama director as we shout out the traditional opening words… “Lights! Camera!! RE-ACTION!!!

#1. Harness The Power Of Negative Thinking- Everybody accentuates the negative on occasion. What if I can’t pay my bills? What if I lose my house? What if I get sick? What if I’m alone for life? What if I’m in this relationship for life? But as your drama coach, I want to inspire you to master 'The Secret' by focusing all of your attention on the most negative possible outcomes all of the time.  When this discipline has been achieved, you can relax into the certainty that you will always find something to freak out about in any situation, and fear will never abandon you again.

#2.  Be Busy Till You’re Dizzy- Being too busy to still your mind and take good care of your body is essential on the path to drama-realization. Temptation is everywhere these days - health food stores, spas, gyms, yoga studios, meditation classes, and it takes courage to maintain abstinence while the whole world is stretching, sweating, chanting, and going organic. Remember, as our parents tried to warn us, engaging in meditation can lead to blindness, losing sight of all the things right in front of you to worry about. So wake up every morning painfully early, splash cold water on your face, brew up your caffeine, and go, speed racer, go!  Have you answered all your emails? Who needs a shoulder to lean on? Is there something on TV? Always make sure your life and your mind are filled with clutter and free of those annoying empty spaces between your thoughts that can disturb your absence of peace.

#3. Have A Swinging Good Time – In the 60's and 70's, a swinger was a person who relieved the monotony of monogamy by attending a variety of extra-curricular relationships. Nowadays, the term swingers has broadened, and is often used to refer to drama majors when they are found swinging like a pendulum from one extreme to another, churning with the thrill of constant crises, skillfully sidestepping the boredom of emotional stability. Would you like to be able to create, at the snap your fingers, a soap opera drenched in drama anytime you want? All you need to do is to stuff your feelings till you can’t hold them in any longer, and then explode without restraint or care for anyone, especially the ones you care most about.  As a practice, try being 100% nice and sweet. Stretch yourself to accommodate someone as much and as long as you can, and then take the lid off and let the steam out, like Mt. Saint Helens does once in a while. There is nothing as satisfying as having a good eruption after being good and silent for a spell.

#4. Leave Your Inner Child Alone Without Parental Guidance - When the child inside the adult gets scared, some really juicy drama can happen, but only if we withhold our compassion, re-assurance, and loving boundaries.  When we can resist such mushy self-help nonsense, our inner children will wreak havoc trying to get those things from others, usually through some very exciting acting out in the drama department.  When two or more people abandon their little kids at the same time, oh boy, that’s when the fun begins. The adults have left the vehicle, and you can guess who’s in the front seat, banging on the horn, flooding the accelerator, yelling out the window, and playing extreme bumper cars.  Yippee!

#5. Set Huge Goals, Maintain Unrealistic Expectations  - There is nothing more beneficial to your lifestyle than the habit of reaching for the stars, falling short of your lofty goals, and feeling like a colossal failure. Taking big leaps and falling flat on your face is paramount for maintaining healthy low self-esteem, which is the foundation of all good drama. Go for the mountaintop, and don’t look down at your feet on your way. One step at a time is for people satisfied with proceeding at a snail’s pace, always leaving behind a slime trail of serenity, gentleness, balance, and other dismal downers that drama kings and queens take royal pains to avoid. You can do better than that!

#6. Judge Your Judgments – Every human being judges, but only the ones who have learned the art of judging their own judgments excel in creating melodrama. Have you ever been known to shame and blame yourself for feeling afraid and stuck, telling yourself that there is something really wrong with you for not moving forward? Good! You are on the right track. Now, take your next step. Judge your judgments! Tell yourself that you should know better than to shame and blame yourself.  Heap truckloads of guilt on yourself for stooping so low to the curb of self-criticism, yet again. This will make you quite an energetic downer that can’t help but suck energy from those around you. You’ll be the lifelessness of the party!

#7. Get Grounded In The 3 B’s…. Blame, Blame, & Blame  -  Blaming yourself has already been covered. But don’t rest there. Blame everyone else too.  Life’s not going the way you want? Blame, blame, blame! Blame first, ask questions and take responsibility later, if at all. Appropriate targets are Mom and Dad, friends (if you still have any), your mate (if they are still around), the Bush administration, the Clinton administration, big corporations, small minds, and, of course, God.  Self-responsibility can lead to issues finding solutions, which flushes good drama right down the drain.  Instead, be generous with the blame dispenser, letting it overflow on everyone, uncontained, uncensored, unedited. Blame, Blame, Blame!

Affirmations For Good Drama

Every day in every way I am stressing out over everything, real or imagined.

Everything is working together to conspire to bring the worst possible outcome to my doorstep.

Life is against me and I am doomed.

This, or something worse, is now manifesting for the highest cost to all concerned.

I no longer have to work to create drama. Drama happens effortlessly and naturally, all around me.

Whatever calamity I can conceive, I can achieve.

I always have everything I need to manifest everything I don’t want, and all is hell in my world.

Copyright 2008 Scott Kalechstein, All Rights Reserved

Scott Kalechstein Grace is the author of Teach Me How To Love, A True Story That Touches Hearts & Helps With The Laundry!  In addition, he is an inspirational speaker, a transformational humorist, a life coach, and a modern day troubadour. He makes his home in Marin, California and loves presenting at conferences, giving talks, concerts and workshops. Visit http://www.scottsongs.com for more.

Impotent and Frigid No More

By Scott Kalechstein Grace

“We don't realize the big secret in our midst - which isn't how little power we have to change things, but rather how much power we have that we aren't using! We're like birds that were never informed, or have forgotten, we have wings.”
- Marianne Williamson


Lately I’ve counseled several people who were quite dis-couraged (removed from their courage) by the greed, violence, and destruction going down on the planet these days. Depression currently exists in epidemic proportions and many of us have lost our hope and vision for humanity.

I have not.

I have discovered something that gets me bouncing me out of bed in the morning without a need for caffeine and fills me with joy and enthusiasm all day long. It’s a safe and natural alternative to Prozac, and Viagra as well. It gets me up, inspired and ready for action, 24/7. Its potency is off the charts, and now so is mine.

It’s not a pill, however. It’s a point of view.

My point of perception is that I am an honorable member of God’s Reconstruction Team, here on a lifelong mission to penetrate the world with love. That’s my viewpoint, and I’m sticking to it. I used to worry that it was arrogant, and that I was suffering from delusions of grandeur. Then I immersed myself in the study of A Course In Miracles, which points out, “Without you, God’s Plan would be incomplete.”

Now I understand that I actually am recovering from delusions of impotence!

I once lived in New Jersey by a well-traveled road. One winter day there was a huge storm, and the cars right outside my home were gridlocked for many hours, not moving an inch. This was before the days of cell phones and laptops, and the drivers had plenty of time on their hands. I left the shelter of my house to observe the variety of responses to their situation. Some spent the entire time grumbling their grievances, stressing the stress of their missed appointments, clutching their powerless steering wheels, never accepting, always at war with their predicament. Others surrendered and got out of their cars to greet their new neighbors, making the best of things, laughing together at their shared helplessness. Children got out and played in the snow, blustery chaos a treasured playground.

A few people went from car to car to take orders for coffee and snacks. They braved the elements to walk an eighth of a mile up the road to the 7/11, and then graciously delivered the goods to their fellow stranded motorists. I noticed that the ones choosing to serve were enthusiastic and happy. The external temperature didn’t bring down their internal thermometers. They got it up for life, radiating the warmth of their love, dispelling the frigidity around them.

The day the Twin Towers went down I was glued to the television, like so many of us, trembling and weeping for our world. Later in the afternoon I wrenched myself away from the small screen and tried to tune into the bigger picture.

After some moments in the silence I heard my inner guidance say, “This event is an evolutionary quickening, bringing about an increase of both the dark and the light. Be of good courage. You came here for these times. Despite the tumult, the choice before everyone remains abundantly simple and abundantly clear: it’s love or fear. The media will mostly report and distort the reasons to fear, supplying the drugs for those with an adrenaline habit. You needn’t go there, and don’t curse those who still believe that attack will make them safe. Light your candle and find others who are illuminating the earth with love. Focus on the building of a new consciousness and a new world, even as this old one stumbles and falls. Be a stand for personal and planetary healing and you will live in the warmth of your loving no matter how frigid the climate around you.”

This is not summer vacation time on classroom earth. The curriculum is demanding, the lessons intense. The most fearful and aggressive people seem to have the most power. Certainly they have the most volume, being given a large megaphone by the media.

Is cheerfulness these days synonymous with denial? Are hope and optimism opiates for those with a lack of intelligence and an abundance of naivety? Will the meek really inherit the earth, and if so, where are they hiding? Ringo Starr has a CD called Choose Love. Could he be on to something, or did our beloved Ringo do too many drugs in the last millennium?

Humanity is at a fork in the road. What will we choose as a species? We’ve got some pretty big toys that can blow each other up in an afternoon. If we don’t raise our emotional maturity to match our advances in technology we might not be around much longer. Everybody on earth is aware of that on some level. We know the stakes are high.

It’s easy to lose heart, or to close the heart to protect it from the rawness of grief and pain. But as Yoda said to Anakin in the last Star Wars movie, “The fear of loss is a sure path to the dark side.” Anakin’s refusal to experience loss and face his grief led to the construction of Darth Vader: a black mask and armoring around his true self.

Take heart, fellow Jedi’s. It’s an honor to serve, and even our tears are a part of our contribution, so long as they do not come from believing we are powerless. Let’s revel in what we can do. We can do small things with great love each day, letting go of any attachment to outcome. Was Martin Luther King discouraged because he might not see his dream made manifest in his lifetime? I don’t think so. Planting the seeds and growing a dream is fulfillment enough, in and of itself.

It is a joy to serve God, but it is very stressful to play God.

I’m sure you’ve all heard the story of a man who encounters a lady on the beach. She is picking up starfish one by one and throwing them back into the ocean after a storm had dumped millions of them onto the shore. Her behavior is disturbing to him, as it holds up a mirror to his feelings of impotency. “Look around you! How can you feel what you’re doing matters, saving just a few, in the face of such overwhelming tragedy?” “It mattered to that one,” she replies as she happily tosses another starfish into the sea.

To curse the darkness when you could be lighting a candle (or saving a starfish) is quite a waste of vital life energy. To put it bluntly, it’s time for all of us to get it up - for God, each other, and our planet. It may be our darkest hour, but some of us can see dawn coming, and there’s truly something beautiful on the horizon- a new world waiting to be conceived and birthed. Your heat, your potency, your hands and heart are needed. And it is quite a pleasure to serve.

SHOW THE WAY

By David Wilcox

You say you see no hope, you say you see no reason
We should dream that the world would ever change
You're saying love is foolish to believe
'Cause there'll always be some crazy with an Army or a Knife
To wake you from your day-dream, put the fear back in your life...

Look, if someone wrote a play just to glorify what's stronger than hate,
Would they not arrange the stage to look as if the hero came too late
he's almost in defeat
It's looking like the Evil side will win, so on the Edge
Of every seat,
from the moment that the whole thing begins…

It is love who makes the mortar
And it's love who stacked these stones
And it's love who made the stage here
Although it looks like we're alone
In this scene set in shadows
Like the night is here to stay
There is evil cast around us
But it's love that wrote the play...
For in this darkness love can show the way


Scott Kalechstein Grace is an author,  a minister, a counselor and coach, a modern day troubadour, and an inspirational speaker. He makes his home in Marin, California and loves presenting at conferences, giving talks, concerts and workshops. In his phone counseling practice, he is a relationship specialist, helping both individuals and couples heal, manifest, and awaken into conscious relationship. Call 415-721-2954 to schedule a session, or email him at scott@scottsongs.com. You can visit www.scottsongs.com to read more about his workshops, to hear his talks or to sample songs from his nine CD’s. Send him an email to receive writings like this one on a semi-occasional basis.