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No, honey, it doesn’t work differently. Suffering comes only from believing your stressful thoughts about people, things, and situations in the world as you understand it to be, under all circumstances. I invite you, as I invite everyone, to identify and list the stressful concepts that you are believing (a concept is nothing more than a single thought that you have attached meaning to) and slowly walk each one through the meditation of The Work, the four questions and turnaround, find at least three examples for each turnaround, and wake yourself up to what is as true or truer than what you were believing in the first place. The end of suffering is your responsibility and yours alone. Do you love it yet? Welcome to The Work, angel. I invite you to the School for The Work, the School of wonderful you. The School is the opportunity to submerge yourself deeply into the world of suffering; once questioned, it can never be returned to again. I wish you The Work, the freedom to be there for others who are suffering, as you end your own.

Loving what is, and that would be you,

kt

Does 'The Work' work differently with a suicide? I'm not sure how to do it with this. Any help out there?

Maybe I'm wrong about this. What I find in thinking about dying is not the final exit of losing this self, but rather the process of dying--what is that like????? I always tell my close friend (when she tells me she's dying, "WE are all dying all the time." And, I believe that because we are. No one is going to make it. We all know we are going to die--but how? This is the part that gets me. I have seen many poeple die--and, it seems so natural at the moment--and so scary later. Sometimes I feel so liberated by The Work--it puts me back right here where I need to be right now. The rest will take care of itself. I guess the scariest part is being out of control. Is that true? What do I imagine? Ambulances, hospital rooms, panic... pain...
What comforts me is that we all do it--have done it for centuries. We are ALL in the same boat. I love old folks. I have my story about the ones I see on the street doing whatever they are doing--they are here, and still enjoying...I want to be like them--wheelchair and all.
A while ago, I took a friend to a doctor for her foot injury. There was a woman in the waiting room with half a nose. When I first noticed...I don't know what I felt--horror? I kept staring at her, and then it changed a bit. She was here with half a nose--she was here, living, and doing. I still think of her sometimes, and wander what she's doing for Christmas.
Who would I be without a story?????????
Thanks Katie!!!!

Dearest Katie,

Those who know me well can attest that I have been a loyal citizen of the past and the future most of my adult life. The divinely simple 4 questions and the precious turn around(s) have forced me to go to the real past and future (vs. the ones I have imagined all these years) and see that what I was believing about past events were mainly fabrications (half truths) and most of what I have thought, planned or predicted about future were mainly guesses based upon these fabrications.

In other words, I discover the “whole” truth only when I fully embrace the “real” past and future.

I can see now that I have lost most of me in the past on the way to the future.
Only some minuscule parts of me have been left behind in the present. Abandonment of my loving self is no longer an acceptable option. I want all of me with me now. I need as much as me I can rescue into the safety of the present. On a mission starting from anywhere, armed with only 4 questions and the turn around(s) (I find it more effective to travel light), I fearlessly retrace my way from/to the past and future to free my precious pieces which are shattered “every where” all over “the time line”. I am still on this mission when I facilitate.

I found a bonus, the more I rescue my pieces, the more others around me end up with more of their rescued pieces.

Thoughts on dying:
I know only “the way” of “unreal” dying which was and still is “me” shattered in pieces “every where” all over “the time line”. I don’t know “the way” of “real” dying, but I sure love to have as much as me with me, be alive, while I am loving “the way of dying”. My experience of the “way of it” so far has been that the more of me I rescue, the easier it gets (the lighter I get) to travel in the vast now.

Until I am whole or dead, I comfort those of me still not home with this lullaby (“This one is mine”) sang to me by my dear beloved Hafiz comforting those of him still not home:

Someone put You on a slave block And the unreal bought You.
Now I keep coming to your owner Saying, “This one is mine.”
You often overhear us talking And this can make your heart leap With excitement.
Don’t worry, I will not let sadness Possess you.
I will gladly borrow all the gold I need To get you back.

Love,
Roya.

HI Miguel, I like to say something about goal setting with the Work. I found with the Work my right goals are all thats left when I do a turnaround on some troubling thought. Like a week ago I told my boss I resigned with a teacherjob I had, and then he objected and that night I did the Work on : Olivier -a student who told me I am a no good teacher- should find my a wonderfull teacher.I turned it around that I should find him a wonderfull teacher. And I found where he actually was my great teacher in that class, because he showed me exactly what I had to do to become the teacher I want to be: someone who never never quits, who learns by making mistakes and by listening to the students,they will teach me. So I found my goal: becoming the most wonderfull teacher I can ever be, and I told the management I did not resign after all, and then another student asked me: are you going on? And I said: YES. And he smiled and said softly: good.
Love, Mariska

I had a job where I took sick, injured and dying patients to their medical appointments. When I first started I told myself a story about how much complaining they were going to do. The story I now tell myself about that experience is how much enjoyment someone can have going outside, breathing fresh air, and sitting in the sun for a few moments. They were just fine, too.

Every time I read or hear something you say I feel it in me. I have been going trough about the same thing as you and feels like you are my soul in another body. I have been given the recept of life during 3 weeks this summer which I never doubted is true. I am 51 now but my life just began and I have the best half left. I am writing a book about my life now and hope to be able to help others to find their ME. My vision of the old Good is now ALL.. And I have been sent out on missions in the nature with my camera all summer. Really why I dont know yet but it will come.. Dearest you.. Nina L-B

Hi Katie and family, my husband and I were just talking these last days about dying, we talked about how my parents and his former wife had been dying and I told him some things I read Katie saying about it, like you might just as well do your nails, or that it is like going to sleep at night.My husband said he imagined himself to be dead and then looking back on himself in this life as it is now, and that he realized in this imagination that there was no need to smoke. Not because it damages life or body or something like that, no cause involved, just no cause to do it, because -like he told me-: 'death will happen, for sure, so no need to smoke, like I smoke because I want to die, but I will die anyway so no need to smoke' And he stopped! It still puzzles me, and I still smoke but I find it interesting how he did this by some realization I tried to copy by imagining me dead, but all that happened was that I did not see why not -to smoke- and for the same reason: I will die anyway. But it does ring a bell somewhere, I just don't get it yet I guess.Bye and love, Mariska

I can't help but remain silent and reflect on my life. I just found this blog and I could say its a great one.

I found it via Steve Pavlina's forum.

Forget about the future,
detach from the past,
live in this moment:
its all that you have.

Copyright 2007 by E. Joe Sizemore and Rhymewriter Co.
All rights reserved.

I am still giggling. Repeatedly, I have talked about being conscious when I die.
I have my death music picked out. More giggles.

It's so wonderful how giggles become the language of resonance, of personal truth if there is such a thing as truth.

I am rewatching SHOGUN, a movie made for TV so many years ago. The philosophy expressed in this marvelous movie is loving what is...living moment to moment with no concern for anything else. Death is the same as life. Isn't life grand.

My appreciation is boundless,
Kareneth

I have been doing The Work for about 2 months. I have always found an incredible peace after I complete the turnaround. I am not sure this is the right post to ask the following question:

It seems true that we are not sure what is going to happen in the future but How can we do goal setting with the Work?

Thank you,
Miguel