Positive Experiment: Day 2

The day was uneventful for the most part, but two items of note did happen that I wanted to share for the Positive Experiment. The first was that I received my copy of a lucid dream course. I am interested in the practice; partially for myself, and partially for one of my protagonists in the Astral Audio Experience. I will keep a journal once I get started. Next, I listened to episode 37 of Nocturnal. Loads of action, and Scott Sigler has brought his A game. It will be interesting to see how it ends.

Positive Experiment: Day 1

A task was proposed earlier this week and I jumped at the chance that was given. So, for the next week, I will post something positive.

It seems that the start of the Positive Experiment was to be on a day where negativity clung to the emotions and thoughts like some kind of black aura. A friend of my mother was not in the best mood. She fretted about her house, her deceased husband’s kids taking this propperty, the fact she was turning another hear older, and the fact that her depression was bringing the people around her down. Not in the mood to go out or even attend church, she sat in her house on this windy sunday morning. I struggled with her in mind this weekend. Her distructive behavior and careless attitude was only bringing misery. She had been nitpicky for weeks on end. I usually don’t have the patience for the ever cynical, always doubting, always worrying sort. and yet, I knew that I needed to be there; for she had displaced some of her growing discomfort on me not being in her sight. I didn’t like the appeasement tactic, but I strove to see the positive.

It wasn’t until I sat in her house this morning, hearing her go on and on about this trial and that tribulation that I found my voice. I told her that she had to remember who God had placed in her life, how she had a support system that loved and cared for her. I even brought up this week-long experiment. I told her about my struggles in the past and how I had overcome them; learning to seek the positive in my everyday life, and how I now sought to experience life rather than just live it.

My mother and the lady’s son both thought I was brave and showed guts. While being polite, I gave it to the woman straight. Personally, I have never seen the point of sugar coating things or holding back. I made sure to stress the point that I meant no disrespect in what I was telling her. She claimed that she understood.

So do I feel that my “lecture” of sorts will be her saving grace? Honestly, no. But I do know that it was a glint of starlight in the blackness of her downward spiral. What she chooses to do is her own decision to ponder and make. It just goes to show you that even 70-year-olds need a kindly reality check.