40 years ago today something tragic happened and that tragic event gave birth to a flood of awaking and opportunities that have changed the world.

From the hallway I could hear the muffled sound of the TV in the other room. Curiosity pulled me into that room to find my mother watching our old black and white set. I glanced at the set where I saw a man I didn’t recognize speaking in a way that commanded my attention. As compelling as this man was, there was something else going on in that room that had an even stronger pull… my mother. Looking over at my mom I saw her dislodge her glasses upwards as she wiped a steady stream of tears from her eyes. I had seen my mother cry many times. To be honest at that point in our lives there seemed to be an abundance of reasons for my mom to be in tears, but this was different.

As a ten year old boy seeing my mother cry was something that always disturbed me. I walked over, put my hand on my mom’s shoulder and in an attempt to comfort her I asked what was wrong. Looking up at me, she tried to smile but it wasn’t really working. She stumbled for words and pointed at the TV saying: “He’s dead?” I looked back at the set and the powerful charismatic presence of Martin Luther King Jr. rang out like a bell in the fog.

As a boy living in a ghetto environment of a dirty industrial town, I had no idea why my mother would be crying about a man I didn’t think I’d ever seen before. I didn’t recognize him as a movie star, a pop star or even a politician. Why was she crying? In my boyish naivety I asked “who is this man?” My mom said; “that’s Martin Luther King, someone shot him.” I was still puzzled. My mom continued through a flood of tears and said; “He was a great man, and now he’s dead”.

I became fascinated with finding out who this man had been. I asked my uncle who I considered to be the smartest person I knew and he told me of Martin Luther King’s fight for civil rights; how Dr. King had followed Gandhi’s model of peaceful demonstrations. He told me of all the people black and white people alike who had stood by Dr. King’s side for the civil rights of all people.

April 4^th 1968 was the day I not only became politically aware, it was the day something within my very soul was awakened. I began to grasp the difference this man had made, the impact he had left as a legacy, not just for black people but for all people. That day I began to understand that one person can make a massive positive difference. That day as a naive 10 year old I decided that I wanted to have the same kind of massively powerful impact on humanity that Dr. King had had on humanity, including my mother a Jewish woman living in a place that might have been a million miles away.

I of course, had no idea how I could make that difference; and to be honest, it seemed impossible based on the “facts” of who I was and the environment that surrounded me. I just knew that day that something within me had changed and it would never be the same.

Many people have seen Dr. King’s message as a message about freedom for black people. To me, his message was much deeper than color or creed. It was about the understanding that we are all the same, that at a soul level we are all on a journey, and it’s important to remove the blocks to our spiritual, mental, and emotional evolution. Although we may perceive those blocks as being outside ourselves, the truth is that they would all instantly disappear if we would commit to removing the ones on the inside.

40 years ago today something tragic happened, a great man, a man who will remain a giant, died. I still see some of the injustices he fought against. However, that tragic event gave birth to a flood of awaking and opportunities that has changed the world.

Dr. King’s message is, I believe, even stronger today than it was in the 60’s. Today is a sad day for me because it marks his death. However, I believe it is the strength of our heart’s desire to become the magnificent beings we were born to be that keeps taking this world, (despite what the media feeds us), to a place of knowing that we are all one. Nothing, and I mean nothing, can separate us from the truth of who we truly are… A gift!

Remember this always: You are a gift from the universe, and when you are truly willing to know it, you will become the gift to THE world that you were born to be.

Long live Dr. Martin Luther King, in all our hearts, minds, and actions.

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Human beings are hard wired not only for survival but also ‘significance’. Significance is the need to be seen, (to be important). All of us at some point have gone through a painful experience that perhaps has left us with the feeling not being important, even invisible.

Because we all need to feel significant to somebody we develop ways to cope with by pain by attempting to restore what had been lost or taken away. Some people find significance by being the class/office clown. Some find it in acts of kindness, others in obnoxious behavior. Some find it in material possessions or social status. While others find significance by starting each day deciding who will feel the force of their violent criticism and attack, be it verbal or physical. Still others start their day deciding to make a positive difference. The truth is if you are one of the latter, then the former will likely attack you for your commitment because their cynicism has corroded their belief in either themselves or humanity, most likely both. To that I would say; ‘nil carborundum illegitimi‘.

The bottom line is; we all need a reason to get out of bed in the morning and if you don’t decide to find an uplifting and inspiring reason then you are likely to find a vindictive one.

Each of us start our day in a similar way… we awaken from little or enough sleep to be greeted by a new day. For some that awakening is to a day filled with open possibilities, for others, another day of survival and hopefully avoiding pain.

As some of you know, in June 1990 I fell while mountain climbing and quite literally got smashed to pieces. The recovery was long and grueling. I have been a therapist for more than 20 years (with a short sabbatical to recover from the fall). I still am amazed by the resilience of the human form. Our bodies are magnificent at recovering from the most horrendous of experiences. But recovery on physical level is only one part of healing.

We have all had the experience of knowing someone directly or indirectly who unexpectedly suddenly ended their life. We can all generate an opinion about it; some say it’s a coward’s way out, others say that it’s tragic. However we judge it, often the news comes as a shock. Most of the time, the person who ended their life “seemed” at the very least okay maybe even strong, funny, or successful. These people, famous or not, have left us with the biggest unanswered question of all: Why?

I can still remember back in 1990 the light pushing through the skin of my eyelids with violent persistence that I start a new day, while my mind screamed at full volume; “go away”. At that time a new day meant another very loooooooong day of excruciating pain that I had no certainty that I would be able to cope with it. Prior to that I recall many times where a new day filled me with the potential of more joy, laughter and maybe even some insights and enlightenment. But as I lay there with my back soaked in sweat from contorting my body attempting to ease pain, I yearned to find some peace in the darkness.

During the nearly two years of recovery from the fall, in order to repair my damaged body I had to endure six painful re-constructive surgeries and many more since. The greatest challenge I had to overcome, by far, was my mental and emotional state, which had been crushed to a greater degree than any of my bones.

Within six month those who didn’t know me before the fall would have said that I looked fairly normal. The healing on the outside was very fast, however for almost two years I was never more than a thought away from absolute defeat. Many times I simply wanted to quit life…

Our curious minds searches to answer this “why” question with all kinds of psychological insights about depression, repression or even oppression but the truth is that these people for whatever reason no longer could find a reason to get out of bed in the morning, that dealing with whatever the day would bring would be so much more difficult and painful.

Many times during my recovery I simply wanted to quit life…but my burning desire to fulfill my purpose before I exited this planet nagged me to go another day. As this desire grew I made a series of conscious decisions to transform the pain into fuel - fuel I could use to power the next stage of my journey.

Very recently, I was speaking to a dear friend who has been going through a rough time. Some people around her had decided that it would somehow benefit my friend by tearing her self esteem. It was so devastating that it shook my friend’s foundations, values, and created enormous self doubt. Even though my friend is in no danger of ending her life, this experience has left her in a lot of pain.

During our conversation I felt compelled to ask my friend to find the reason/s she gets out of bed in the morning.

I understand when times are tough it can be hard to remember why we even bother: So I asked my friend to remember a time when they felt totally inspired. What was it about that moment that was so inspiring?

When you feel totally inspired are you thinking of the past? EG: how far you have come, what you have already overcome. Do you think about the future, EG: The difference you can make, the lives you might positively impact, or any number of vast possibilities before you?

When you are feeling totally inspired what do you say to yourself and how do you speak to yourself? Do you tell yourself; you can do it? Maybe you tell yourself that you will not let ‘them’ defeat you; ‘nil carborundum illegitimi‘, (look it up). Do you speak to yourself in a loving and compassionate way or do you speak to yourself in a boot straps kind of tone?

When you are feeling totally inspired what do see? What kind of images do you create in your mind, are they movies or still pictures? Black and white, or color? Are you in the picture or observing the picture?

When you are feeling totally inspired, what are you believing about yourself, your situation, or other people?

And when you are feeling totally inspired what does that feel like in your body?

As the mind becomes focused on each of these elements, it takes the thoughts and produces the emotions you desire. When the thoughts direct the emotions, feelings are generated. This becomes quantum fields of information that broadcasts out into the universe and in turn attracts to you whatever you are broadcasting out. It doesn’t matter if what you are putting out into the quantum field is conscious or unconscious, if it’s going out into the field that is what you will attract. (More details in my EBook: “The Secret Beyond the Law of Attraction” available at http://www.sbloa.com

Each of us have our own versions of “look at me, aren’t I important”. The question is…does yours enhance your life or keep you in your unresolved drama? Does it enhance the lives of others or sweeps them up to multiply your drama? Are you dealing with or just distracting and pacifying your pain? If it’s the latter and you do decide to take the steps to deal with whatever the pain might be for you, the need to ease it by attacking others will go away.

Gandhi said: “An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind”.

I challenge you to ask yourself; “Why do I do what I do? What is my intention? Make a decision about what it is that gets you out of bed in the morning. That way when someone who can’t find a fulfilling enough reason attacks you, the anchor of your soul will remain solid in the emotional storm.

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