Daily Messages from Dr. Standley – February 2013


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We All Walk Alone Sometimes



When one feels they are alone in this world it is a lonely place.

Many times I have felt alone, but realize the love that surrounds me and the feelings seem to evaporate.

I have heard the saying we come into this world alone and leave it the same way.

Is being alone or lonely no more then an illusion?

A perceived perception?

Our personal reality.

“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time — but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.”

Hunter S.Thompson

In all due respect he died with a shotgun blast to his head by his hand.

I was not alone when I was born, I came from the connection of my mother who carried me lovingly under her heart.

I do not believe I will be alone when I am at the door of death. I believe angels will be surrounding me and singing to the tops of there lungs.

It exhorts the listener to continue his or her journey, despite abandonment or lack of support from others. The song is often quoted in the context of political or social change movements; Mahatma Gandhi cited it as  his favorite song.

It is a song written by the Nobel prize winning poet Rabindranath Tagore, and is a part of the Rabindra Sangeet canon.

If they answer not to thy call walk alone,
If they are afraid and cower mutely facing the wall,
O thou unlucky one,
open thy mind and speak out alone.

If they turn away, and desert you when crossing the wilderness,
O thou unlucky one,
trample the thorns under thy tread,
and along the blood-lined track travel alone

If they do not hold up the light when the night is troubled with storm,
O thou unlucky one,
with the thunder flame of pain ignite thy own heart
and let it burn alone.


A Story about a Northern Pike


This story is dedicated to a Northern Pike that died for science. We can see how fear in our own lives conditions us to see only barriers. These walls or barriers must be broken. We must accept the dark with the light,  not just one,  but the duality of the two.

The northern pike is a fish in the lakes of northern North America. It is a predator. If one is placed in a tank of water and a smaller fish tossed into the tank, the pike will quickly eat it. If two fish of equal size are tossed into the pond, it will eat the closest one first. If the two fish are of unequal size but are placed in the tank equally far from the pike, it will eat the largest first. If the larger one is farther away, it will still eat the larger one first up to a certain distance differential. If the larger one is too far away, it will eat the small one first. It judges the relative distance of the two fish, juggles that with the size of the fish, then optimizes his chance for the most food. This is called reasoning. Yet the pike can be raised in isolation and it will still do this. This is called instinct. The parameters of the calculation are fixed in his genetic description.

If the pike is successful in his environment, he will not develop any further intelligence. He does not need it. It would be of no value to him. If the environment becomes harsher, he will either develop offsetting ability or perish. Still, what is the most likely change? He already knows how to hunt. He does not have a hand to hold a weapon and has no need to understand Shakespeare. Bigger teeth, a sleeker body for speed, or a quicker reaction time would solve his problem far better and quicker than a higher IQ. Look at a pike. He has been gaining those features for millions of years. Pound for pound there is not a better killing machine on earth (well, maybe with man as an exception).



A Story about a fish.

Cyndi’s Comments:

We deserve all the gifts of abundance that we intend.

Thoughts do become things.

It was a wise teacher, that fish, and I hope that it’s untimely departure will help others who have had their instincts distorted by circumstance.

Be gentle as you go forth, and remember your inner child.

She has much to teach you.