Provocative Right Brain Branding Maneuver For The Everyday Scribe

Comfort Zone – What Energy There Is In The Unknown, The Just Out Of Reach

Are you ready to stop retreating, reload, and ream regret out of your life for good? How would your outlook change if you were to rally for the rewards of your future rather than reminisce over mistakes and missed opportunities of your past? What if you could impel yourself through the fear that’s been holding you back from the writer you want to be?

Here are some ideas to ignite you onto the outskirts of your comfort zone and beyond, where life is richer, more daring, challenging, and fulfilling everyday.

Don’t surrender to the feeling of fear. Living outside your comfort zone lends fuel to the fluidity of your future and annihilates the paralyzing effect of regret.

Fear is a temporary affliction that can be healed each time you live on the edge and beyond of your comfort zone.

Regret is a long-term condition that festers and spreads throughout your business, personal, and mental existence.

So how do you break the vicious cycle of fear and regret? One of the quickest ways is to use a maneuver I call fast-forward thinking, which will help you learn to love living outside of your comfort zone!

The next way is to transfer your burning desire tasks, those that could have the most impact on your writing career, from the can’t do impossible section of the brain into the larger space of anything’s possible.

Maneuver 1- Leave Your Safe Life Behind And Focus On The Infinite Space Of Possibility

1 – Get your pen and paper and draw a picture of a brain. Doesn’t have to be perfect. This isn’t art class. Just an outline sketch will do but large enough to draw and write inside of it. Press pause if you need to. I’ll be right here waiting for you.

2 – Next draw a circle that encompasses approximately one third of the inside of your brain.

The circle represents your comfort zone or where you feel safe. This is where all the things you think are impossible or too hard gather and collect procrastination particles. This circle may be bigger or smaller depending on how far you’ve advanced in the comfort zone war.

The open space is possibility. It’s where the vibrant energy called the unknown pulsates. That just out of reach space where your electrifying life begins.

3 – Make a list inside the circle of three to five items that once conquered would give you spine-tingling, toe-curling writing success. Choose the one that frightens you the most.

Maybe it’s as simple as committing words to paper to form the first tantalizing paragraph. Perhaps penning your first blog post has you stumbling in the proverbial writer’s block zone. Want to travel to another country for a writers’ conference but you’ve yet to fly anywhere? Or, you’ve heard that incorporating video into your marketing mix would reap mad rewards but the thought of being on camera sends you shivering onto the sidelines. Writing is the practice of asserting yourself. It gives you an excuse to lose control and be anything you want to be. Bigger challenges mean bigger rewards so don’t hold back!

Unless your conquer comfort zone circle includes skydiving, mountain climbing, or tracking wild animals in Africa, bodily harm or death is not an issue so you can survive the imagined worst case scenario, which usually doesn’t happen. The more you must reach and stretch to accomplish an endeavor, the more rewarding it will feel.

Now, I’m going to ask you to leave your safe life behind…

4 – Imagine moving that task out of the safety of the circle and into the infinite space of the possible. What color does it become? Does it light up? Flash? Fast-forward past the terror to the triumph. The minute after, the hour after, the next day after you’ve tackled that fear that’s been holding you back. Bask in the afterglow, the fulfillment. How does it feel to have accomplished something you never thought you could do? Is it so ooh la la delicious that you want to experience it over and over again?

You have to get your mind on board before your physical being can jump on and cooperate. My latest comfort zone challenge was being on camera for over an hour doing my own live webTV show plus all the videos to promote it. If I had tried to put my body in front of the camera without mentally preparing, my brain would have said what do you think you’re doing. We don’t do face time with cameras. We work on the other side of the viewfinder. Are you crazy? This is way out of our comfort zone. We’ve never done this before. What makes you think we can do it now? How successful do you think I’d have been if I didn’t move ‘star on camera’ out of the small impossible circle of safety and into the mammoth vacuum of space called the possible that exists in all of your brains?

5 – Once you have your list, have chosen the first obstacle to overcome, and you’ve crafted the mental movie to play continuously throughout the process, you need to do the physical homework of planning, preparing, pulling a team together… whatever your venture requires. Your visualization keeps you going and sends the right vibes out into the universe so every player is operating out of the same rulebook. Involving others lends this a reality and accountability so you can’t back down!

You give attention to that one circle. So when it says you can’t make money writing, that you’re not good at something, you are going to fail, you’re a fool for picking up a pen, you listen to it and get stuck there. There’s inspiration to be found from all directions. From the all-knowing Google directory of experts, to your pals down the street, and many consultants in between. But ultimately you, under the direction of your own self-motivation, are the only one that can halt what’s holding you back. Don’t dwell in the comfort zone circumference. Take one giant leap out of it and swim dedicated laps in the space where fantasy and opportunity flourish. Dare to desire, dream, and drive away from your safe life.

Drunk on the Sounds of the Spanish Night

I am on a night train headed for Barcelona. I dig the rhythm of the train. It is almost enough to lull me to sleep. There were no more couchettes so I rode in the coach section with all the young college students and backpackers like me who would have to sleep sitting slumped in a seat with the green hills of France rolling by the window.

Its morning when I get to Barcelona. Didn’t get much sleep on the train. Lots of people talking and the rhythm of the train is just enough, soothing enough to relax me and just loud enough to keep me awake. In Barcelona I check into a moderate one star Hotel. It is very clean and modern just very small. But I have my own bathroom and shower and that’s all I really care about. I immediately lie down on the bed, exhausted. I need sleep. There are Spanish construction workers outside my window so I put on my earphones to drown them out. The beat goes on

When I awake it is about five. I have a shower and get dressed and go out. The streets are busy, lined with shops, cafés, and restaurants, bars, hotels, and apartment buildings. I was starving since I had not had breakfast or lunch. I am almost ashamed to admit I ended up at Hard Rock Café but I had promised to buy friends shirts from there anyway so I figured I might as well.

Surprisingly enough it’s packed. I try and find a seat at the bar but no such luck. So I wander around awhile hoping someone will get up to leave. The one good thing about a place like this since its such a tourist attraction you hear so many different languages, not just Spanish, there is Italian, French, German, English, Japanese, Chinese, Korean, and who knows what else. The new tower of Babel, the Hard Rock Café.

Eventually I grow tired waiting for a seat at the bar so I stop a pretty young Spanish waitress who speaks perfect English and ask if there are any seats in the restaurant? She smiles and I follow her. She brings me the first of two cold beers and then I order some obscure sandwich named after some long dead rock legend. Pre and post sandwich I wrote in my journal and when I wasn’t writing I was listening to the rock music and Billy Idol screaming something about it being a nice day for a white wedding. In between songs I listened to the people, trying to connect the dots.

After the Hard Rock I wandered across the street and into the sun. It was a square like park full of steps, and statues, artwork, people, and pigeons. What we were all doing here together I couldn’t rightly say. The only thing about the artwork and statues was that all the information about them was scribed in Spanish so I was out of luck and just stared. So I walked down another street past more cafés and store fronts and hip clothing outlets. I walked by a hippie couple who made artwork out of aluminum cans, they sat on the sidewalk with their long hair in their eyes selling their creative metal. I walked into a bar playing live music. A young Spanish guy with thick long raven hair sat on a bar stool playing flamenco music. It was cool. He was good. Though most of the customers seemed disinterested. I wandered upstairs as there was an internet café there and checked my mail. Then I wander back down and sit at the bar. I order a John Smith, a smooth Irish beer. The bartender is a beautiful long legged dirty blonde from Australia. I learn that the bar is owned by Australians. Seem to be a lot of English people hanging out here. Now I really begin to dig this Spanish guitar playing music. Its gotten louder or my hearing has tuned in. There seem to be only a few of us in the place who truly appreciate him, the guitarist. Toward the back of the bar are sofas and a big screen TV to watch soccer matches I presume. I order another beer and the hours seem to just roll on. I don’t really talk to anyone but the bartender every now and then. Its strange being here but also perfect and I can imagine if I lived here this is the kind of place I would come after work for a beer. Although I wish there were more Spanish people and less English like me.

The guitarist is then joined by an old Spanish guy in a fisherman’s hat and it seems the guitarist doesn’t really know him but the owner introduces them and seems to say give him a try. This old guy starts bellowing out the most amazing tunes and it’s perfect with the way this younger guy plays his guitar and they aren’t really songs with words I don’t think, more just dirges but you can feel the emotion in his voice! I kept thinking, this is why I came to Spain, moments like this!

After that on my way back to the Hotel I stop at a Starbucks which I haven’t seen or had since my journey began nearly five weeks ago. So I order a café mocha and sit at the bar stool facing the street and pretend to be an artist or just lover of all that is good and beautiful. Its ten O’clock at night and the street is full of people. Where is everyone going? I want to rush out the door and just walk with them, be among them, feed off their energy.

Then two girls came in wearing tight jeans covering their slim legs and little half tops leaving their little navels exposed and dark tans. They sat down next to me. After a few awkward moments where everyone just sipped there drinks the brunette sitting next to me spoke and said she was from Florida and the blonde was from southwestern Spain. They were both very nice. We sat there awhile and talked of our travels. They were leaving tomorrow, the brunette back to Florida, and the blonde home to southwestern Spain. I never did find out how they got to be friends. They finished their cappuccinos and were heading for the Hard Rock Café for dinner. I thought of joining them but then decided I had seen enough of the Hard Rock café. I stumbled back to my Hotel drunk on the sounds and happenings of the Barcelona street night. I still have so much to see, the beach, La Sagrada Familia, and this incredible park designed by the great architect Antonio Gaudi. Tonight as I sleep in my small room I can still hear the flamenco guitar playing in my head and the old mans passionate voice. I can still hear it now.

New Testament Is the Product of the Catholic Church

Date for the New Testament

The New Testament was the product of the Catholic Church in the 4th CAD and the stories in it are based on mythical avatars and parts of the Old Testament. Because Constantine established the religion at the Council of Nicaea and invented Jesus Christ as its prophet the controversy started at that point. Those who conspired with his fraudulent actions include Jerome and Eusebius, who are both credited with writing some of the book.

Emperor Constantine and the Catholic Church

Emperor Constantine could hardly be called spiritual when his murderous raids left thousands dead and his history is one of greed, bullying, manipulative behaviour and violence that could be compared to that of Hitler. In fact, the latter may have used Constantine as his role model. But he needed to create a powerful force to maintain control over a massive empire that had previously seen five emperors ruling it. One by one he saw to their demise as he worked his way up to sole rule.

Manipulative and Murderous

His rise to this position occurred over the bodies of family members including his eldest son Crispus along with two brother-in-law emperors and all their family, including his nieces and nephews. His wife, the mother of Crispus was also murdered. The religion he formulated was a vehicle for more power and controls through the parliament it maintains. It supervisors the different branches and denominations that have grown from it that are referred to a company of nations or a consortium.

Birth of Christ

In Matthew the story of the birth of Christ is identical to that of Krishna, the third person of the Vedic Trinity. This Indian Trinitarian religion was favored in Greece when Plato produced his theory of the soul and he determined how it is impregnated with stains (sins) that God can read when it rises to heaven. ‘Soul’ is from ‘sol’ which is another term for ‘sun’ and ‘sin’ is from the same source.

Comparison with Joseph

The comparison between Jesus Christ and Joseph, the son of Jacob, is extraordinary. Joseph was sold to the Egyptians for 20 pieces of silver by his brother Judah. Christ was sold by Judas for 30 pieces of silver. What the New Testament authors did not realise is that Joseph was given the inheritance of Israel while they nominated that Jesus Christ was a Jew. The controversy is that the Jews sold Israel for money so why would the so-called Saviour of Israel be a Jew?

Jews Suffered

There was much going on around the Roman Empire at the time of the formation of the Catholic Church and the New Testament. The Jews were a hated lot and they had suffered extraordinary hardship under their captors. The city of Jerusalem had been raised to the ground by Titus in 70 AD and most of the citizens were slaughtered. The temple was destroyed at that time and the stolen gold was used to build the Colosseum using Jewish slaves.

Son of God is a Jew

It as an interesting twist by Jerome and his consortium to have Jesus Christ arrive as a Jew. But it was also clever because the Emperor knew that by nominating him as such that his roots in other mythology would be less likely to be exposed. It would also be considered a generous act to recognise a Jew as the Son of God. There was also the question of illiteracy, as people did not generally read or write so it was highly unlikely that his lies would be found out. Even Constantine was illiterate, having no need to undertake the learning of letters as others did that for him. Jerome, on the other hand, was a well-educated and travelled scribe and student of Plato.

Author of Matthew

The most likely author of Matthew is Jerome who formulated the laws, order of service, calendar and even the costumes and instrument used by the priests. He was also a Roman who knew about the Vatican sitting over the temple of Jupiter (i-pita in Italian). This was nominated as the rock on which the Christian religion is founded. It is also the origin of the name Peter. The clever switch from a Jewish name Simon by the one who called him the rock of the church was part of the conspiracy.