Haanel 15:20 We know that the Universal Thought has for its goal the creation of form, and we know that the individual thought is likewise forever attempting to express itself in form, and we know that the word is a thought form, and a sentence is a combination of thought forms, therefore, if we wish our ideal to be beautiful or strong, we must see that the words out of which this temple will eventually be created are exact, that they are put togethe Ther carefully, because accThe uracy in building words and sentences is the highest form of architecture in civilization and is a passport to success.
The thoughts are strong in me (as I summon my inner Star Wars speak). I can see the authentic world within but when I begin to describe it on paper, refining my DMP, I am at a lose.
The words that come through my hand, when read, are dry and tasteless. When I read them silently or out loud, there is the desire to shrug my shoulders.
Words are so very important. I love Jane Austen. Her writing is so clear and concise. Her use of words in written conversations and in all the descriptions paint beautiful pictures, leaving no lack.
“Elizabeth’s mind was too full for conversation, but she saw and admired every remarkable spot and point of view. They gradually ascended for half a mile, and then found themselves at the top of a considerable eminence, where the wood ceased, and the eye was instantly caught by Pemberley House, situated on the opposite side of a valley, into which the road, with some abruptness, wound. It was a large, handsome, stone building, standing well on rising ground, and backed by a ridge of high woody hills; — and in front, a stream of some natural importance was swelled into greater, but without any artificial appearance. Its banks were neither formal, nor falsely adorned. Elizabeth was delighted. She had never seen a place for which nature had done more, or where natural beauty had been so little counteracted by an awkward taste. They were all of them warm in their admiration; and at that moment she felt that to be mistress of Pemberley might be something!” (Pride & Prejudice, Chapter 1, Volume III)
Isn’t that beautiful? With the careful choice of words, I see exactly what Elizabeth sees. I feel how she feels about what she sees. Words describing thoughts, in this case, forming scenes and emotions in the mind.
I want to do this with my DMP. I want to be moved by the emotion and vision to feel goosebumps.
I have the vision. I know how I feel about it. There is something that happens between the heart and my hand that does not happen between the brain and the mouth. It is time for me to put to paper that which is flowing out of my heart…with BELIEF!
I am nature’s greatest miracle!