I don’t know Roy Williams, other than I have bought and read all his books. I have never gone to Texas to any of his seminars. But Roy Williams speaks for me. Beautifully, poetically, and near-accurately.
Here in this quote from his Monday Morning Memo, he speaks about time, about purpose, about the person you turn out to be.
In most of my programs, including the Soul Correction Workshop 1, the Activate Divinity Workshop, the Abundance Workshop (that is coming soon), all my Avatar State audios, the Heaven on Earth, etc. do one thing and one thing only: attempt to nudge you to restore your original self, the self that had the capacity for joy, for love, for creation, for immortality.
You are immortal if the you, the real you, doesn’t die with every step you take, with every day at work, with every day you spend with the people you spend your time.
But, of course, that is as rare as one in a billion or so.
But with the work we do here, you can return to that person, and the difference will be only in percentages, not an all-or-nothing, like it’s now.
Spring is here, and most of you are busy wasting your life doing the busy things you do… turning yourself over to the addiction of busyness escaping your life’s work, or your emptiness. Same thing.
What I Do Today Is Important, For I Am Exchanging a Day of My Life For It.
Quixote sees the turning of the windmill as the flailing arms of a giant that must be defeated.
Peter Pan will remain young only if he can escape a tick-tocking crocodile that has swallowed a clock.
In 1904, old Mrs. Snow spoke of her late husband to author J.M. Barrie 2 on the opening night of his play, Peter Pan, “…and he would so have loved this evening. The pirates, and the Indians; he was really just a boy himself, you know, to the very end. I suppose it’s all the work of the ticking crocodile, isn’t it? Time is chasing after all of us. Isn’t that right?”
Don Quixote doesn’t defeat his giant but is lifted on its revolving arms and slammed into the ground. Yes, each of us is chased by the same crocodile that tormented Captain Hook and Peter Pan; tick-tick-tick-tick… Time is the windmill of Quixote.
Can I ask you a personal question? I mean a really personal question? What are you buying with the hours of your life?
Rita Mae Brown said, “I believe you are your work. Don’t trade the stuff of your life, time, for nothing more than dollars. That’s a rotten bargain.”
Again I ask, what are you buying with the hours of your life?
Anne Tyler opens her book, Back When We Were Grownups, with the words, “Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person.”
That line scares me a little. Sometimes I worry that I’m turning into the wrong person, too. Don’t you?
You and I gasp for breath and wipe tears from our eyes, feet flying barefoot in our daily race against time.
“The North Americans’ sense of time is very special. They are short on patience. Everything must be quick, including food and sex, which the rest of the world treats ceremoniously. Gringos invented two terms that are untranslatable into most languages: ‘snack’ and ‘quickie,’ to refer to eating standing up and loving on the run … that, too, sometimes standing up. The most popular books are manuals: how to become a millionaire in ten easy lessons, how to lose fifteen pounds a week, how to recover from your divorce, and so on. People always go around looking for shortcuts and ways to escape anything they consider unpleasant: ugliness, old age, weight, illness, poverty, and failure in any of its aspects.”
– Isabel Allende, My Invented CountryOur race against time is a race we will lose. But running out of time is not what frightens me. This car will run out of gas. What frightens me is the idea of spending irreplaceable time in a headlong rush to an unworthy destination.
John Steinbeck speaks of the unworthy destination in Sea of Cortez,
“Most busy-ness is merely a nervous tic. We know a lady who is obsessed with the idea of ashes in an ashtray. She is not lazy. She spends a good half of her waking time making sure that no ashes remain in any ashtray, and to make sure of keeping busy she has many ashtrays.” p. 182, (1941)
We spend our time searching for security and hate it when we get it.
Make no mistake; the future has yet to be written. For we are a species gifted with choice.
The Greeks believed, “A civilization flourishes when people plant trees under which they will never sit.” Wes Jackson adds to this idea a glowing line of his own, “If your life’s work can be accomplished in your lifetime, you’re not thinking big enough.”
I confess; my hope as I write this note to you is that you would fling yourself into a purpose. 3
Because if you and I leave this world better than we found it, we are indeed a civilization.
Roy H. Williams
Now, Roy H. Williams cares about civilization, but I care about YOU! Civilization is you, and you, and you… no such thing as civilization. The word civilization reduces you to a cog in the machine, and although that is who you are being today, that is not who you REALLY ARE! You are an individual, and your life matters. It matters to YOU, right? I am not mistaken about that, am I?
Do NOT give your life to your community, to your civilization, to a good cause, to anything that concerns anyone else.
First get rid of all the conditioning of “society” that says family, society, community is the most important thing. Say a quiet NO in your mind, and start looking, deeply, what would make YOU fulfilled.
What it is that you would continue doing even if you didn’t succeed, if you didn’t make money with it?
If I could not make enough money with this “business” of returning you to the Original Design, then I would find something to make money with, so I can continue doing what is my passion, my purpose, my destiny, my immortality: this work.
And, of course, that is the case: I make half of my living doing mundane things to earn money. I am fine with that.
- where we don’t correct the Soul, we correct you with the guidance of the Soul! We return you to Self… your beautiful Self!
- author of Peter Pan
- Roy Williams doesn’t know that the YOU that is trying to find your purpose, trying to give you to a purpose, is not the REAL YOU, it is the fake you that you made up, little by little, to fix all the perceived wrongs with your Self. So please don’t be hasty, as the “fling” work suggest, first get back to the YOU, that you REALLY are by using the audios, or participating in my Soul Correction Workshop! I beg of you…
hurrah!
I have signed up for the Pebble seminar.
Maybe something switched today. The people on the train with their feet on the seats, young girls drinking beer on train in to New York at 2pm…this is not my society, and I am not going to save it. All of the do nothing, be nothing,want nothing bad Buddhism…okay, I have desires, anger, and druthers…I’m almost human. All I do is nullify and neutralize myself.
My deepest desire is to know and serve God…ask my soul…but I don’t know how to do it. I have no religion, no path, no plan. Sophie…help me find a way to tune into my own desire. Okay, yes…identify with the witness.
I need to find a way to be active and engaged in life without having it come from a place of anger or reactivity.
I want to sing and write and feel human feelings. I’m tired of being the living dead.