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a fish named FRED

A fish named Fred

There once was a fish named Fred who lived in the ocean.  Fred would often hide in the darkest underwater cave. When Fred was in that cave he would feel lonely and separate from all the other sea creatures in the ocean. When Fred was out swimming in the ocean he would notice all of the differences between him and all of the other creatures of the sea; by doing so he would feel even more separate… and alone. Even when Fred was in a school, surrounded by a multitude of other fish, he felt separate and alone.

What Fred didn’t realize was, it is impossible for him to be separate from the ocean, it is impossible for Fred to be separate from all the other creatures in the ocean. Fred and all the other creatures are all living in the same fish bowl. Every part of that ocean flows through each of these creatures. There is only a temporary perceived “separation” with all that is in that ocean.

And one day the fish named Fred became lunch for a larger fish named Bill. It was then that the fish named Fred finally realized his oneness with all there is in that ocean. In that moment Fred wished he had figured this out earlier… so he would not have felt all alone for all of those years. He realized that through his perceived separateness, he could learn about his true oneness with all things… though, in this case he was a little too late.

Hello Fred… and wake up before its too late.

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good VIBRATIONS

If you have a row of tuning forks, each of different notes, all lined up together and you were to introduce a duplicate of one of these forks and activate it with a thud of your hand – you would soon notice that one of the forks that is lined up will also begin to vibrate and sing…and all of the others will sit still and silent. When you look more closely, you will notice that the one that is now singing along will be of the same note to which your hand activated fork is tuned; they are both tuned to the same frequency.

 

Matching frequencies will find each other and begin to resonate with each other.

 

Everything we can see and not see in this universe is a vibration… waves of energy. Everything from the colors we see with our eyes, the thoughts we think with our mind, the feelings we feel within our hearts, the planet beneath our feet, the sun up in the sky to the stars throughout our universe – all of these are waves of vibratory energy.

 

Our experiences in this life are all based upon vibrations and frequencies; and our thoughts and feelings are the most powerful frequencies we have in creating our life experiences. Your life experience will only be that of which you are vibrating, or in this case thinking and feeling…and can be nothing other.

 

You cannot make the other forks in the line sing along with your frequency if they don’t match with your frequency.

 

If you are not pleased with the life frequency you are experiencing, then change your frequency to that of the life experience you wish to experience. Once you begin to vibrate at a different rate, you will automatically draw to you the matching vibrations, or frequencies…or life experiences. Use the vibrations you have at your disposal – your thoughts and your feelings and begin to think and feel your way to a new frequency.

 

And the wonderful part of all of this – only you can choose which frequency you wish to vibrate. You have your power of choice. Please use it mindfully.

 

“Everything is energy and that’s all there is to it. Match the frequency of the reality you want and you cannot help but get that reality. It can be no other way. This is not philosophy. This is physics.” – Albert Einstein

 

“Imagination is everything; it is the preview of life’s coming attractions.” – Albert Einstein

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The journey to loving myself: Part 2

Please begin with:  Part 1 

“Fat?! And you thought you were fat? You wanna see fat?! I’ll show you some fat!”

This was the adult me talking to the me in the pictures of when I was younger. I really wasn’t fat at all, maybe a little pudgy in some of the pictures; and by no means was my body the abhorrent image I remember holding in the mind’s eye of my youth.

It wasn’t always like this. Prior to the H-Bomb being dropped upon my psyche that fateful day in the boys department of Muirhead’s Department Store (see part 1), my earliest memories are of being surrounded by girls and woman at church as they are gawking and pulling at me, pinching my cheeks and going on and on about how cute I was and how beautiful my long white/blonde eyelashes were.

Jimmy baby in chair

There was so much adulation heaped upon me that when I was 5 years old I cut off my eyelashes thinking it would make them all stop pawing at me. I was wrong; it only fueled them more. You would think that a young boy growing up with all of that positive attention toward his cuteness would build a strong self image and a strong sense of self worth.

Jimmy 6 yrs

What happens to a child when a great portion of his self worth is built upon being cute? And what happens when he then grows out of his cuteness, and instead is labeled something horrible, such as HUSKY? I’ll tell you; I began to judge my body as imperfect, not cute and not lovable. I began to feel  unworthy of physical love.

Luckily for me, at a young age I knew I possessed the ability to make people laugh, and that gave me enough confidence to carry me through. But as far as my body was concerned, I felt less than; I felt unworthy.

This sense of physical unworthiness drove me to work hard on my body, trying to make it worthy. Through my teens and into young adulthood I would work out sometimes 6-7 days a week…. and I remained unworthy.

Worthy, in my mind’s eye, was an image of physical perfection; an airbrushed image of the perfect body. I remember staring in the mirror, with disgust, thinking, “How could someone love this body?” The sick part to this is, at one point, I was staring at a body in the mirror that looked like a slightly softer (not as cut) version of Mark Wahlberg’s famous Calvin Klein ad.

Because I could not love my body, I was incapable of allowing someone else to love me or my body. It wasn’t until recently that I realized that this physical unworthiness that I held onto for so long was the impetus for the destruction of many of my relationships.

The odder piece of this puzzle is that it took me getting completely out of shape, 50+ lbs fatter than my most fit body, in order to begin loving myself and my body.

It was during the darkest period of my entire life, My Dark Period, as my friends would call it (2008-2011), that I purposefully began the journey to loving myself. The events that lead to this dark period created the space into which I began to heal my life. Though this was THE most painful period of my life, and I hope to never experience anything like it again, I am thankful now that it all occurred as it did.

Because I began to love myself and I did not give up on life… my life is now the most peaceful it has ever been. Because I began to love my body… I am healthier than I have been in decades. And because I began to love my body and I did not give up on love… I met the absolute love of my life.

To be continued. (click here for Part 3)

In Part 3 I will go into the events that began My Dark Period and I will explain what I did to turn things around for myself.

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The journey to loving myself: Part 1

The dropping of the H-Bomb.

As I stood there, my mind exploded with images of how great I would look in my new clothing as I strutted down the hallway, flashing people the peace sign, on my way to my classroom on that first day of school. Every head would turn and gasp in awe of my grooviness!

My dream had finally come true!

Before me stood rack after groovy rack of the most spectacular clothing I have ever seen in person. And they were mine for the choosing! This clothing was every bit as exciting as I imagined possible from what I had seen on TV, especially The Jim Nabors Hour. That Gomer Pyle could sing and he wore the coolest clothes.

Because we were the poor preacher’s kids, the Muirhead’s (members of our church when my dad preached in Dearborn, who owned a very high end department store) invited us to come to their store and each pick out 2-3 outfits before school started. Dreamy-eyed and jumping for joy (in my head), I stood in awe with my mom in the Boy’s Clothing department at the opulent Muirhead’s Department Store in Dearborn Michigan. 

As I stood there contemplating which of these wonderful outfits I would try on first I heard something through the purple haze of my glory… 

“Excuse me ma’am…”

                                      “Mom! Isn’t this clothing amazzz………..”

 “… you seem to be in the wrong section…” 

(audible screeching halt)

                          “What?!” 

I snapped my head around just in time to witness as this very tall, very well dressed sales woman (yes, that is what we used to call them) paused just long enough to look over her shoulders, in either direction. I guess she was checking to see if the coast was clear for what she was about to do.

“Ahem, you see ma’am, this section is for…  slim boys

Then, in a tone as if she was speaking of a horrible and unthinkable disease, and ever so slightly more maliciously, as if she knew she was about to drop the H-bomb on a little boys heart, she uttered,

“… your boy is…     obviously,      HUSKY.” 

 

As the mushroom cloud was forming above my head, and before I could completely comprehend what exactly just happened, she flipped and turned to lead us to the department especially assigned for my “type”.

I remember vividly taking the long walk of shame to the dark, rear corner of the boys department as I was placed in front of the ugliest rack of beige clothing I have ever seen.

The letters of the sign hanging over the one, singularly sad rack of clothing, designed especially for fat little boys like me, simply read for the entire world to see, in big fat, chunky bold letters – HUSKY BOYS.

 

My life was over.

                                              “HUSKY?!?!

                                                           “obviously!?!?

It was official. At 11:28 am on August 11th, in the year 1971, at the age of 7:

I was fat unlovable…and obviously not worthy of groovy clothing.

 

This moment in time forged the basis for my self image that would follow me for the rest of my life into adulthood.  

…to be continued.  (click here for part 2)

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My Great Awakening!

Hello my name is Jimmy Belasco. This section gives details about my spiritual journey. I detail the events that lead me to realize my purpose in life is to inspire people to re-connect with their love and their peace.

WARNING: This section is NOT for the spiritually closed minded.

I came to this “knowing” on October 17, 1997 during an experience I call “My Great Awakening!” (I go into the details below) I call it that because it was as if prior to this experience I was in a coma – and after it, my eyes were wide open! During the events of My Great Awakening I realized that I would someday play the role of the teacher. And because the greatest teachers in my life taught me from the experiences of their own lives – I knew I wanted to teach from experiential knowledge – from my own life’s experiences. It was then that I acknowledged the fact that I must first accept my role as the student.

Little did I know at the time that I had just enrolled myself into an advanced level program at The University of Kick the Living @#%& Out of You and See if You Can Get Back Up. Apparently, they had a campus right here in Dallas Texas – and I had signed up to receive a PhD!

Though I have had some great successes in my life, I have also had some, lets say, GREAT NON-SUCCESSES. I have lost everything – several times. I watched 3 of my businesses (my babies, as I used to refer to them), some of which were very successful, and a 14.5 year relationship (among other things) get washed away in the storms of my life. Because of what I had learned up to those points in my life, I did NOT experience the panic, the devastation nor the suffering that usually accompany such life events. I spell all of this out in the section: THE ART OF LOSING EVERYTHING.

It is from my greatest loses – that I received my greatest gains. Isn’t it funny how that works? And it is during these great times of loss that I was the student and I acquired the knowledge I would need some day to be the teacher.

When the student is ready, the teacher appears. When the teacher is ready, the student appears.

My intent and desire is that there is something I learned upon my journey that might help someone or a bunch of someones upon their journeys.

If you have a weak stomach for matters of a spiritual nature, I would suggest that you skip this next part. If this is the case, there is so much you can learn from other aspects of my teachings, maybe you should start with: The Art of Losing Everything or watch some of my videos on JimmyTV.

peace… love, jimmy

My GREAT AWAKENING!

I grew up as a preacher’s kid. The church where my dad preached was so conservative, we thought the Baptists were LIBERALS! I have often described our church to others as this: “Head on down to the Southern Baptists and hang a HARD RIGHT…. and you’re ALMOST THERE!” And even though my dad wasn’t very narrow minded spiritually, I was surrounded by people in the church who were.

I cannot say that I ever had a true, moving spiritual moment in my life up to the date of October 17, 1997. In fact, in the years leading up to that date I was feeling as disconnected and as far away from anything spiritual as possible.

I had always believed that there was a GOD. I had seen the beauty in life and knew there had to be some kind of mastermind behind all of this. Though the GOD that was taught to me in Sunday School, just didn’t seem to resound within me. I often heard responses to my questions from my teachers, “God doesn’t work that way.” or “God wouldn’t do that!” or “God would never let that happen.” And I never understood why we had to go to church to be with God. Or why we had to have the church to find God. I even remember a “wise old elder” in the church say, “We are separate from God…and if we work real hard, God may accept us into HIS fold.” I remember being told several times what God was NOT or wouldn’t do.

But, but…what about the part where God says, “I am ALL THINGS” and “ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE” and the whole, “ALPHA and OMEGA – BEGINNING and THE END” part? I remember my little mind being perplexed.

It seemed to me that there was a whole lot that God was supposedly NOT able to do – according to my Sunday School teachers. Because there was such a disconnect with how I envisioned God and what my church was telling me, I think I became numb to it all. I saw no spirit, I saw no joy in going to church at a very young age. Though I played the part and participated up through most of my college years… and a few beyond. By my mid twenties, I lost all interest in going to church.

At 33 years old, I found myself completely lost. I still had a belief in the concept of a Supreme Intelligence, a Master Creator of ALL THINGS, but I had no connection to this, whatever it was, God-thing…other than I was still alive and breathing, so I must be connected in some basic way with it’s energy.

One afternoon, I am guessing the timing on this was somewhere around September of 1997, in a voice filled with frustration, I said out loud, “OK, God, or whatever you are, I want a connection!” I had heard of people having some kind of connection, having experiences that connected them with this “ALL THERE IS” thing that most people call God…but what about me? “I am ready for MY CONNECTION!” I proclaimed!

Several weeks passed by, in fact I had completely forgotten about my proclamation, life was my usual disconnected life. I had made an appointment for a massage with Jason, the husband of one of my dearest friends. My appointment was set for Friday afternoon,  October 17.

When I showed up for my appointment, I told him that I didn’t like to talk during the massage and that I was going to try and meditate. The true story was that I had body issues since I was in my late teens and I felt a bit awkward being naked-ish in front of a good friend. And the funny part is that I had never meditated before in my life up to that point. I simply wanted to be left alone so I could focus upon my body and the massage and not have to suffer through “small talk”.

So when he left the room, I stripped down and got comfortable on the table with the blanket over me.  I started to focus upon the word, ONE. I had read somewhere that if you focus upon a word and focus upon your breath, it will help you meditate. So I took a few deep long breaths and kept repeating, with the voice in my head, one, one, one, one, one… It seemed like quite some time before he entered, so I was quite relaxed by then. I heard him preparing, though my focus was deep within my body. Boy, this stuff works! [From this point on in the story, my thoughts will be italicized. ]

one…one…one…one…one…one…one…

Deeper and deeper I went, though I was still conscious. When his hands finally touched my shoulders, I felt a shift in the energy – something was different. and I noticed the voice in my head was no longer saying, one, instead it was saying, TRUST…TRUST…TRUST…

Each movement of his hands were in rhythm with this new word that began repeating in my head, TRUST…TRUST…TRUST… 

But wait a minute, he is not saying that and I am not saying that…and the voice is still my voice in my head…but WHO is controlling that thought?

I almost lost my focus, thought the words were calming me and I felt warm and safe. The voice that is inside my head, the voice that talks to myself was talking to me, though I was NOT controlling the words!

LET GO…TRUST…EXPERIENCE…

(if you haven’t noticed by now, the words that are italicized and in CAPS are the words that were coming to me, not of my control…and the lower case italicized are MY thoughts)

holy crap! what is going on here! I am not sure I believe in this stuff…

TRUST… LET GO…EXPERIENCE…

So, I did! I am not sure what was going on with me, though I felt safe and I had this “knowing” that I was supposed to trust what was happening, let go and experience it. I then completely let go with full trust.

When I was ready, and it all seemed to be synchronized, Jason moved to my chest. All of a sudden he hit a spot and in my mind’s eye I saw bluish white light and began to hear the words, HEAL…HEAL…HEAL…

Now, here is where it gets good and might seem a bit unbelievable to some of you.  And trust me, it seemed a bit unbelievable to me too – it was hard to wrap my brain around what was happening – but it was happening to me, so I could not deny it!

As Jason hit a particular spot on my chest, I was off the table and thrust into a place that seemed to go on horizontally in all directions. There was a definite floor and ceiling wherever I was. I was not my body though…I was like a cloud version of me, like a fluffy ball of energy. In front of me was a huge scary fear. This was a fear I was holding in that particular place in my chest; for some reason I seemed to know this. This fear was BIG and I felt like running away – and almost did!

EXPERIENCE…MOVE TOWARD THE FEAR…TRUST…

I took a deep breath and moved toward the fear. Let me add a side note here. At the time I could tell you what the fear was; this is something like a dream in the fact that I could not remember exactly what the fear was shortly after the experience, though it was HUMONGOUS! I am pretty sure I figured out that this first fear was THE FEAR OF DEATH. Anyway, back to the story.

I took a deep breath and began to move toward this big scary fear… and when my energy began to enter into this fear, I was able to see inside of it, see if for what it was, which was nothing. Then all of a sudden this GARGANTUAN FEAR evaporated in front of my cloud eyes, it was like a mist that just went away!

And before I knew what was happening, I was pulled upward out of that horizontal plane and into an upwardly spinning spiral of pure love! It felt as if I were in a tornado, though the feeling was complete JOY and HAPPINESS and SAFENESS and LOVE – a form of SPIRITUAL ECSTASY!

Here is the crazy part, at the open end of this spiral was PURE WHITE LIGHT! It was if I were getting to glance into “The OTHER SIDE”! I was in complete AWE! I was getting to see into the OTHER SIDE! And I instinctively knew that it wasn’t my time to go there yet, but I KNEW someday I would, so all was good. I was given the opportunity to look into that beautiful bright white light… and feel the love! I was sobbing tears of happiness!!!

And…BOOM! I was back on the massage table, back in my body with tears rolling down my face and nearly out of breath from breathing so hard!

oh my gosh! what the heck just happened?! and before I could ask too many questions…

TRUST… LET GO… EXPERIENCE…

And Jason kept moving to the next section in my chest. I see the flash of bluish white light, hear the word HEAL, as I am whisked away to that horizontal plane staring down another one of my big ugly fears. This time, though, I know the drill and I know the PAY OFF! I quickly moved my cloud into that fear, and just as it began to mingle with my energy I could see it for what it was and POOF, it was GONE! WHOOSH, I was sucked up into the vortex of love and reveled in the energy once again!

I will do whatever it takes to feel this energy again!

BOOM! Back on the table. This scenario happened several more times as Jason moved around to different parts of my body in which I was holding fears. I do remember that the intensity of the joyous part was always far greater than the size of the fear, though the greater the fear was, the greater the joy was when the fear was finally released.

The amazing thing to me is that Jason’s movement, the music playing in the background, the involuntary sayings and the experiences were all synchronized and melodic like a beautiful orchestra. Was Jason aware of what was going on? What did he think of me crying and sobbing on his massage table? I don’t know and didn’t care! This was the most moving experience of my life!!!

When we were done, I asked him if he knew what was happening to me or if he know that he was orchestrating this symphony within me…and he didn’t. He said he has seen some odd things happen during massages and he just continues on and lets the person experience or release what they need. He then asked me what it was that I experienced. I told him that I would sit down with him later, but “…for some reason, I need to leave now.”

I felt as if I was still in a cloud of energy, as if I was being guided. I got into my car and quickly realized that my driving was somewhat involuntary, just like my inner voice was…I was being guided to drive somewhere. So, I held onto the wheel and became a silent observer. I watched as I drove this way, then turned here, almost like my body was on auto pilot – I was even observing the speed limit, which rarely happened. Before I realized it, I was driving down a street and pulled directly into a head-in parking spot in front of a book store.

I need to go in there.

I got out of my car and as I touched the handle of the book store door…

oh, there is a book in here and I will know it when I see it.

At this point, I was very interested in where this journey was leading me…and I had stopped asking questions a while back. Amazed? Yes. Remember from my upbringing, we DEFINITELY did NOT believe is THIS SORT OF THING! But I could not deny, this was HAPPENING TO ME!

I walked through the store as if I knew exactly where I was going. Through the isles of book shelves I walked. I ended up in front of a book shelf.

Ah, the book is on this shelf…and I will know it when I see it.

At that point, I remember my logical brain taking over. I took my eyes to the top shelf and started at the left and moved to the right.

not on that shelf.

I then dropped my vision down to the second from top shelf and scanned it from left to right.

not on that shelf.

Then I dropped down to the third from top shelf and there right directly in front of me was a book that seemed to be glowing. Yes folks, glowing! Again, I stopped asking questions.

Let me preface this next part by saying that I had never heard of this book prior to seeing it that day on the shelf.

I leaned over and picked up the very last copy of the glowing book and read the title. Conversations With God – An uncommon dialog. Book 1. As I turned over the book, it was written as God talking, in first person, just like in the Bible. The voice in my head, the one that still sounded like my usual voice in my head, began to speak the words as if that voice had written them. My eyes flooded with tears, I could barely make my way through the inscription.

As I turned to head to the register, one of the bookstore staff members saw the book in my hand and said, “Oh, you’re gonna like that book!”

Oh, you have NO IDEA! 

I sat at a coffee shop across the street and began reading the book, feverishly! I had a pen and began to underline and circle all of the important parts, until I realized that I had marked every sentence for several pages…then I gave up the pen. This book was basically covering everything I had just LEARNED and EXPERIENCED on that massage table! It talked about FEAR and LOVE… then it went on to explain a version of God that I had always hoped in my heart was how God was. My heart leaped with JOY! The funny part is that it didn’t negate anything I believed from my church days, it only expanded upon those ideas. It took the limits off of GOD and what GOD is. In my upbringing, it seemed that GOD had to fit in this box, and if you didn’t believe in the box – you were wrong.

This book opened me up and expanded my life in so many ways! And I am not sure that I would have ever read this book if I hadn’t found it in the manner in which I found it. And even if I would have been given this book and read it, without this awakening experience, I would have never read it with as much an open mind as I had.

This is how I, as a child, had always envisioned God…until I was told differently. As I grew, this is basically how I wished God would be, how God would work, how this universe works. This book basically helped me know that I wasn’t crazy all of those years when I questioned what I was being taught. It all made sense…again!

I will go ahead and tell you this last part of the Great Awakening Experience, you probably already think I am crazy, I might as well put some frosting on the top!

That first evening when I was sitting down with a notepad and reading the book, I came across the word REINCARNATION. 

Hold up! Stop! I don’t believe in reincarnat… and I stopped myself in mid thought. I stopped my auto-response. I said to myself, LET GO… TRUST…

As soon as I began to think those words, it was if a bolt of electricity came through the top of my head and went through my body. In my mind I was seeing floor after floor filled with books, books of knowledge, being downloaded (for the lack of a better word) one after the other into my body. I was grasping bits of knowledge and my brain was trying hold onto it.

LET IT GO…TRUST…IT IS ALWAYS WITH YOU…

And so I did, I completely let go and allowed this to happen. It seemed to last minutes. Hundreds of floors, filled with thousands and thousands of books, each being given to me. If one of my roommates at the time would have walked in on me, I am sure it would have looked like I was having a seizure or a stroke.

As soon as it was over, I instantly KNEW that reincarnation was a truth. It made perfect sense to me. We are energy and energy never dies, it only takes on new forms. The energy that is me, existed before I was born into this world and will exist when I leave. Why wouldn’t we have more than one life to work through things. Think of how sad it would be if your only shot at life had been a child who died at birth, or as a toddler or a teenager. Why couldn’t we have multiple lives to work through all that we can work through. Our Western culture is one of the few that don’t believe in reincarnation. Reincarnation makes perfect sense to me. Why would we put limits upon that which is ALL THINGS. Why would we say that certain things are NOT POSSIBLE?

ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE.

THE ALPHA, THE OMEGA, THE BEGINNING, THE END.

One of the greatest lessons I have taken from this experience is the releasing of fears. Facing your fears, seeing them truly for what they are (which is basically a false expectation of an event that hasn’t come true yet) and letting them go to experience the love and joy that was being held within that fear…

This is why I speak so much about Letting Go… Our fears are here to teach us greater parts of ourselves…and that greater part of yourself is LOVE.

There are two main energies here on this planet: Love & Fear.

Love can be described as light. Fear can be described as darkness.

Darkness is non-existent in the presence of light. Fear is non-existent in the presence of LOVE.

Love exists in the PRESENT MOMENT OF NOW. Fear exists in the future.

When you live in the present moment of now, you will not experience the power of fear. Your mind must be focused upon a future expectation. The word “future” is a big clue that it isn’t something in the now.

Fear is just a shadow. It seems big and scary, but in reality it is only a shadow, created by the light. Fear is another form of light, the other side of light. It is also love. Fears help us experience greater amounts of love…we only have to face them, bring them into the light in order to see them for what they are. Thank them for bringing this love to you, then they lose all of their power. You can then release them if they are no longer necessary in your life.

I have a series of videos you can watch on this subject. Visit JimmyTV- The Art of Letting Go.

In another post, I will map out my vision of “What God is to me…” I think it is rather interesting. I even think that someone who calls him/herself an atheist might be able to accept this explanation of this thing that is the composition of ALL THINGS.

Until then, thanks for reading!

peace.

love, Jimmy

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