Monday, 8 May 2017

Are Empowered Women Empowering Men?

ARE EMPOWERED WOMEN EMPOWERING MEN?


I am a British 1980's Generation X teenager and, as such, I grew up surrounded by powerful women. From having my country run by two women (H.M. the Queen and Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher, the Iron Lady) to Joan Collins in her shoulder pads as Alexis Colby in Dynasty, to the example of my own mother, whose rock-solid reliability and constant care for me inspires me to this day as the gold standard of motherhood in my eyes, I have always admired strong women and their ability to achieve in a world that, even in the 21st. Century, is still way too male-dominated.

An empowered woman takes responsibility for her life, makes her own rules, honours herself, lives by her inner compass, values her passions, chooses empowering relationships, takes a stand, develops a relationship with fear (that is, she is courageous), empowers other women and owns her pleasure.

I like this definition. Certainly there is something very attractive about a woman who lives up to her own actions, decides what she wants, is comfortable in her body, trusts her feminine intuition, does what she loves, has high standards for her relationships, speaks her mind, is brave, sticks up for the sisterhood and has a healthy attitude towards sex.

The question for men is whether this fair creature represents a threat to us or should be welcomed. I argue for the latter. Indeed, I would further argue that any woman appearing to possess these qualities but who then uses them against men is not as empowered as she thinks she is.

I have always been somewhat suspicious of the rabidly anti-male feminist.

While the struggle for equality is real and the issues that still face women remain formidable, I have always sensed in my heart that the feminist who is seriously anti-men is not entirely happy with being female, either. Perhaps she feels weak, so attempts to look strong by trying to beat men at their own game, encouraging women to behave more like men to get ahead in life and career. It also pains me that so many feminists became feminists because a man in their lives did something bad to them. While Andrea Dworkin was the most famous example of this kind of feminist, I am encouraged by the fact that more mainstream figures in women's liberation, such as Germaine Greer, Gloria Steinem, Betty Friedan and Shere Hite, had no such dreadful experiences.

I feel that a truly empowered woman does not look at men as “the competition” but rather invites men to be unthreatened by her femininity and sexuality and to be co-author of female equality together with her, confident that such a man is both her equal and a person worthy of respect.

Can such a man be found? The large number of rather wussy SNAGs (“Sensitive New-Age Guys”) and the number of women reading “50 Shades” suggests that he is rare. In a way, this is a rather sad state of affairs.

When I was a teenage boy in the 1980's, I always believed in women's empowerment. Of course men and women were created equal. I could hardly believe that the 1960's generation could ever believe otherwise. Weren't they the generation who thought blacks should be segregated, who thought gays should be locked up and who thought bombing Cambodia was a good way to stop the Vietnam War? How stupid. Of course the new generation of hip young things in the 1980's would never stoop to such ridiculous conclusions. We had Michael Jackson as the King of Pop, Madonna was a role model, British pop singers like Boy George and Culture Club paved the way for gay culture, Freddie Mercury from Queen was bisexual. What was wrong with the older generation?

Since then things haven't quite worked out. I thought it was wrong to ask a woman for sex straight out. No way would I ever make such a stupid mistake as to harass a woman at work. I thought men who did that were ignorant guys who cared nothing for feminism and had an attitude against women. However, some of the guys who grew up with these enlightened beliefs (not me, thank goodness) turned from the light when they realized that behaving in this way resulted in no sex and no girlfriend. Afraid to ask women for what they really wanted, they hoped that she would “get the hint” and when she didn't (because, actually, he gave no hint - because he thought it was wrong to do that), he turned from being a “nice guy” into being not-so-nice and complained that women had all the power and that they weren't nurturing enough. The 50% divorce rate didn't help either. Guys of my generation grew up in female-dominated families where the father was often absent or unavailable, so I, for one, have had significant issues acting like a man because I had no role model.

Now there is greater understanding of female sexuality and psychology than there was before. A new generation of guys are growing up realizing that there is a duality to femininity. The successful CEO in the boardroom also likes being submissive in the bedroom. She can believe in women's liberation and read “50 Shades” at the same time. She can choose to be an ethical slut or choose to wait for the right man because she believes she is worth it. She grew up in high school surrounded by women who chose to have relationships with their friends, regardless of whether those friends are male or female and she doesn't feel the need to label this behaviour as a definite sexuality. What's a little cunnilingus between friends? Does it have to mean she's bisexual? Can't she just hang out and be chill about whatever happens?

Today's teenage boys think this is normal. As a high school teacher, I've seen it. I don't want to see any more young girls growing up ashamed because their bodies don't live up to some ideal. I want her to listen to her womb and trust what it says, to be comfortable with her femininity and proud to be a woman. She can live her passions, fulfill her dream, achieve her life goals. I feel encouraged that teenage boys are already accepting this as the way it should be.

As for me, I absolutely love this type of woman. She challenges me to be the best I can be. She is courageous and that inspires me. Also, dare I say it – this woman is sexy. I want her – and it's safe to want her; because a woman confident in her sexuality knows she is attractive to a man who is confident in his.


In this way, then, a fully-empowered woman can empower men to rise above the stereotypes of the past to become the fully-confident man he has always wanted to be and to share that confident life with her; and if all men embraced this, this world would be better off for it.

Here's an infographic about sexual harassment in the workplace that you might find useful -


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My Opinion on the Law of Attraction

MY OPINION ON THE LAW OF ATTRACTION

One of the most popular concepts in Personal Development over the last few years has been the phenomenon known as the Law of Attraction. It is the subject of widespread public interest and has been the subject of a huge number of e-books and other digital products, all claiming to be able to change people's lives by giving them affirmations that force "the Universe" to give people everything they wish for. Simply by saying an affirmation such as "I attract money effortlessly into my life" repeatedly, the Law of Attraction states that you will attract this money by forcing "the Universe" to listen to you and this will allow doors in your life to open and the promised money to appear.
This started maybe some 20 years ago, although things really started moving when a movie called "The Secret" came out in 2006 that popularized the Law of Attraction and brought it into mainstream thought. Since then a wide range of "gurus" have come out that practise this Law and numerous success stories have been reported, although there have also been a large number of negative events, too. It is heavily supported by Oprah Winfrey, who has read many books on the subject and recommends these books to her many fans.

So, as a Personal Development expert myself, what's my take on all of this?

I am a Roman Catholic and I always try to give you the best advice. I consider being a Roman Catholic to be an advantage in Personal Development, since the teachings of the Catholic Church have been refined and refined to a high degree of accuracy and its dedication to the Truth of Jesus Christ and to the way things really are have impressed me. I was blown away by the pinpoint theological accuracy of the "Summa Theologica" of Saint Thomas Aquinas, who goes into absolutely painstaking detail on a wide range of topics regarding the spiritual life and the meaning of sin, the teaching of the Church, how to go to Heaven, virtues, vices, the soul, philosophy and a whole bunch of other stuff. I mean, this guy is just dead-on. There are not many heresies and errors that can get past him, and if any do, then there's always Saint Augustine to knock them down!

So, not only as a Personal Development expert, but also as a Roman Catholic, I am morally obliged to inform you, on pain of sin requiring confession to absolve it, that, in its absolute sense, the Law of Attraction is a heresy. The Law of Attraction states that "the Universe" can be controlled by Man using his own mental power. Since practitioners state that "the Universe" is a synonym for God, this is tantamount to saying that Man has power over God and can become "like God" (which is Satan's greatest ambition). Furthermore, I have to tell you that the Catholic Church has seen this all before. We are the oldest denomination, and most heresies have already been thought of years ago and have just been recycled over and over throughout the past 2,000 years. So I have to tell you that attempting to control inanimate objects and the behaviour of other people using the power of occult forces and your own brain is a very old-fashioned sin. It's called SORCERY. It breaks the First Commandment ("Thou shalt have no other god before me") and is against the virtue of religion, where we render worship to God on account of His Goodness. So there!

So now, having laid down the law and given you the hard word, it's time for the good news. I believe that, in a more restricted sense, there is some benefit in some of the actions performed by those who believe in the Law of Attraction. The Law of Attraction needs to be reined in so that it is within the boundaries of right reason and empirical science. On a personal level, I believe that it is acceptable to look at the Law of Attraction as "an atheist's name for Divine Providence". Many events take place in the world and I believe as a matter of faith that God moves people and things in such a way that all His creatures are directed to their natural end - rain feeds the soil, plants grow, food is available for animals to live and breathe, dead organisms decompose into the soil to provide minerals and sustenance for the next generation, and so on. In the lives of human beings, God often directs this or that person or thing to serve His interests and bring His people to the life that He has chosen for them on this earth, so that His Will be done. Thus, to the believer in God, many seemingly unconnected events can be viewed through the eyes of faith to be willed by God so that we arrive at our supernatural end, which is to enjoy the Beatific Vision of God in Heaven.

Now, as for "the Universe", this can be construed, as even a Law of Attraction practitioner can attest, as a synonym for God. So "asking the Universe" just means "asking God". Many practitioners complain that the Law of Attraction doesn't always work. This can be explained by simply stating that what you are asking for is not in accordance with the Will of God. God wants the best for you but to know what He wants is to seek His Will. To ask for a Ferrari to suddenly appear outside your house tomorrow morning may not be God's Will for you. The fact is, you need to face up to the fact that if you are an unemployed bricklayer living in a trailer park with debts up to your eyeballs and the IRS knocking on your door, that Ferrari is not going to arrive any day soon! You need to wake up to reality, quit fiddling around with the Law of Attraction and start pounding the sidewalk to look for a job. TAKE ACTION towards your goals, make things happen and constantly bet on yourself. DO THIS FIRST, and then ask God if it is His Will for you to have this or that job interview. See which doors open and which doors close. If two doors are open, that's when you should ask God which one to take. If you want to know God's Will, start by trying to do His Will on your current knowledge of Who He Is. So get started on the Ten Commandments and make it your daily habit to obey all of them. God will see this and doors will open. Obeying His Commandments means leaving old habits and pastimes behind. This may involve some sacrifices but that is to be expected. "Deny yourself, take up your cross and follow Me," says the Lord.

As for affirmations, I view these as simply prayers. Talking with God is praying. That's fine. Everyone should do that more!

What about the phenomenon of people "manifesting" things and "their subconscious mind hears this" and stuff actually starts happening in their lives? Well, I feel that science can explain this. Constant repetition of one dominant thought over and over again creates neural pathways in the brain due to a feature of brain circuitry that scientists call "plasticity". This is where often-used neural pathways strengthen and become more numerous the more they are exercised, while neural pathways that are only occasionally used atrophy and weaken and finally disappear. The subconscious mind is not well-understood by science but I believe that it CAN have some considerable effect on our thought patterns. Thinkers such as Sigmund Freud spoke of the "id", the "ego" and the "superego", where the "id" is the reptilian brain, the base, animalistic primitive brain close to the brain stem which he viewed as being carnal, instinctive and mainly concerned with immediate gratification of simple bodily urges. The "id" is controlled by both the "ego" and "superego". I'm not sure I agree with everything Freud said but I feel that the subconscious mind does have an "underground" influence on conscious thought patterns but that this influence is moderated by the conscious mind (Freud's "ego") and our values and beliefs on what is right or wrong (the "superego"). I feel that if a Law of Attraction practitioner consistently "manifests" the same thing over and over, neural pathways in that person's brain concerning the thing he is manifesting will be strengthened. This in turn leads to heightened sensitivity and awareness to outside events that take place in that person's life that could have a possible connection to this dominant thought. This heightened awareness allows the practitioner to seize upon opportunities related to the "manifested" thing more quickly and effectively, where, previously, a more "average" awareness would have not noticed any perceived connection and the opportunity would have slid by. Thus the practitioner is able to perhaps benefit from suddenly taking action on these events and so the likelihood of the "manifested" thing actually happening in real life is increased.

So that's my opinion on the Law of Attraction. In summary then, I can advise you of the following -

1. In its absolute sense, the practice of the Law of Attraction represents an attempt by Man to control his destiny and the lives of others using occult forces and his own mental power, and this action is traditionally known as sorcery. It is gravely immoral and under no circumstances can I ever recommend this practice to you as a means to achieve your dream life.
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2. However, in a more restricted sense, the practice of the Law of Attraction can be a healthy way to focus your mind on achievement and to become alert to possibilities that life offers you, and render you more ready and able to take action to achieve your life goals, while at the same time allowing you the freedom to adhere to your usual rational beliefs concerning faith and science. This more restricted sense should be defined as follows -

(a) "The Universe" is God.
(b) "The Law of Attraction" is Divine Providence.
(c) "Affirmations" are prayers.
(d) "Manifesting" is using mental repetition of a single dominant thought in order to create strengthened neural pathways in the brain, which leads to heightened awareness of life events that have some possible connection to the manifested desire, and a greater readiness to seize such opportunities as they arise, so that progress towards life goals can be made more efficiently, thus allowing the manifested desires to become a reality more often.

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I can therefore recommend this more restricted practice to you as a healthy way to pursue your life dreams!

Sunday, 7 May 2017

How I Have Changed As I've Got Older

HOW I'VE CHANGED AS I'VE GOT OLDER

When I was a teenager, responsibility was something to be avoided – a clear and present danger to wild, all-night parties, hanging out with friends and basic youth freedom – I couldn't tell my parents EVERYTHING, could I? I needed to create “arenas of privacy” - I'LL DECIDE who knows what about me, what information flows are going in and out about my life, who's a best friend, acquaintance or stranger; it was necessary to keep control! All embarrassment had to be lived down; all coolness had to be played up to the max!

However, the crunch came when I laid in bed one night when I was 26 and thought about the tendency of London Underground passengers to ignore passengers who fall down with a heart attack or get attacked by robbers, continuing to read their copies of the London Evening Standard and pretending nothing was happening. I was shocked and realised that my life in the big city, so important to me, was important to no one else. Nobody would miss me or even know I was gone if I died right then. Terrible!

I began to think that it would be really nice if some other human being could care about my life and dreams. At first, I thought I needed to get a male friend but a few days later, I decided that some of the issues I wanted to talk to him about were kind of personal – about relationships, sex and all that. I wouldn't like a guy to know that stuff. I also would really like it if that person could hang around for a long time, possibly for the rest of my life. So, finally, after more than quarter of a century, my IQ of about 126 came to the conclusion that I wanted a relationship with a woman – a girlfriend!

I was also suffering from anxiety. I struggled with this until, one day, I picked up the King James Bible 1611 from a bookshop on the Fulham Road. That was the start of my adventure in faith with God.

A few months later, I decided to return and purchase that Bible. I tried to read it but it was heavy-going at first. I intended to read it from cover to cover. I made great progress on Genesis and Exodus but then dramatically slowed down on Leviticus. So I made a simple commitment – I would just focus on trying to keep the Ten Commandments – nothing else.

Most difficult was trying not to tell lies. I usually just told “white lies” but choosing to shut up or else live up to my promises was tough. However, I persevered.

After some months of this, I still had no idea where I was going but I began to be able to look back at the path I had travelled and saw a pattern emerging. There was a general trend to becoming a good person, one that hadn't been there before. Further, I knew that I had made no deliberate decision to carve out such a path. I decided to logically extrapolate this trend into the future and felt that it could lead to high levels of holiness and possibly Heaven if I kept it up. So I continued!

I began to ask God for instructions. At first, it was difficult to listen to my heart and figure out which message was the Holy Spirit and which was just me wanting to do what I wanted. However, I began to feel which one was correct. I then used the Ten Commandments and the Beatitudes of Christ to guide my behaviour and anything I wasn't sure about I submitted to the Holy Spirit. Using dichotomous key (“Do you want me to do this or that?”) I envisioned doing the thing I wanted to ask about. A light, happy feeling meant that it was the Will of God for me. A heavy, ominous, dark feeling meant it was not. I repeated this several times to make sure I got the same result. Sure enough, following all the happy, light feelings resulted in greater holiness and life improvement.

This led to the development of the supernatural virtue of Hope. Now I could have a reasonable expectation of eternal life if I kept up this practice. It occurred to me that I should submit all my future plans to Him. This led to my leaving London and gaining a position on a cruise ship sailing out of Port Canaveral, Florida. During my single days, I kept up my practice. There were times when I felt concerned about some of the stuff God was showing me. Some crewmembers smoked and drank. There was a Social Hostess who previously worked as a pole dancer, prostitute and pornstar. There was a bisexual woman who had sex with 3 men in one night. In my travels, I met pot-smokers, drug addicts, former Colombian bounty hunters, tramps and down-and-outs, plus I was homeless for 2 nights in Australia. However, I never did any of the things the other people did. I was still a virgin and just turned up to the parties I was invited to. I met gays and lesbians and all kinds of people.

Later, I ended up in Vietnam, where I met my wife. We got married in the Catholic Church and were virgins on our wedding day. We had a baby boy the next year and I became a high school teacher for Vietnamese teens.

I loved my job taking care of my students and felt very happy. However, in 2012, some of them develop some antisocial behaviours. They started smoking shisha, then tobacco. Then came alcohol consumption, underage sex and teen pregnancy. There was the murder of two students and some of my teens identified as gay, lesbian or bisexual. Now one former Grade 12 student has chosen to become a prostitute and uploads sexy videos to porn sites. I was surprised to find that my previous experience in my 20's was ideal for taking care of them and giving appropriate advice. Other teachers with less life experience felt intimidated by some of the students' behaviour and didn't want to get involved.

Now I am planning to set up an afterschool activity centre that focuses on giving them the skills and attitudes to find success in life and make their dreams come true.

It's a big responsibility but I'm not scared of that any more. I have great faith that everything that has happened to me has purpose in God's Plan. I feel delighted at how things have turned out and I feel excited about the future.

So don't be afraid of getting older or facing responsibility. Understand that everything that has happened to you can help others. Have a strong belief that even the most negative things can create character and give meaning and hope to other people who need it. Safe in this regard, we can then move forward in confidence to face the future.

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Saturday, 6 May 2017

What I Would Tell My Bullies Today

WHAT I WOULD TELL MY BULLIES TODAY


I am writing this as a victim and survivor of bullying, which I suffered from the age of three to 16. I was also physically, verbally and emotionally abused from birth to six years old.

My father was the worst. His violent temper, constant lies and evasion of responsibility, his yelling and accusations, were the beginning. He would pick me up and shake me, hit me and hit me until I cried. I remember the tense atmosphere. I can recall running up the stairs, him chasing me. “Nooooo!” I cried, but then his hands were on me and I felt blow after blow rain down. Another time he picked me up and threw me across the room. Then there was the time he threw me against the wall, slamming me against it. He even tried to throw me out of the window. I was in constant worry of something setting him off. I wanted to reach out, to emotionally connect but time and time again, I was ferociously rebuffed. I wanted to cry because I felt sad but that made him angry, too. So I kept my feelings to myself. I was terrified of receiving another round of hitting. When would it come? So I was fearful of sharing with others in case I got hurt – not just physically but emotionally, too. I began to dream that this was possible. I dreamed of a life where everyone surrounded me, everybody loved me and I could be safe. Every time I got hurt, I would zoom off to this dreamworld to escape. I thought I must be a terrible person to get this punishment. So I developed Avoidant Personality Disorder. Daddy did that.

Then there was the school bully at elementary school. He was stocky, slightly overweight, mean and threatening. One day I had to go outside the classroom because I left something in my bag in the cloakroom. While I was there, the bully showed up. Maybe he skipped his class. He saw me and an opportunity. He came up to me and asked me what I was doing. After I replied, he told me he thought I was stupid because of the way I used to pretend to drive a car around the playground (I had a vivid imagination – you know, thanks to my father – see above). He told me only crazy people do that and began to rough me up. He pushed and shoved me around, grabbed my bag and kicked it away. Then he pushed me down and tussled with my clothes. I was very frightened, since I was still extremely shy. Then he got up and threatened me with dire consequences if I told anyone. So I told no one.

There were also the twins from another class at Camborne School (1984-1988) who saw me in the school library when I was 15. “It's interrogation time,” they began, ominously, sitting down next to me. “Are you mature yet? How many times a week do you masturbate? So, how do you make babies? Have you ever kissed a girl? Are you still a virgin? Why haven't you lost your virginity yet? Do you want a girlfriend? If you were in bed with a girl, what would you do first? Can you ejaculate? Do you have 'wet dreams'?” I'm using all the polite vocabulary for this article but actually, they used the slangy, rude stuff, so just use your imagination as to how it really sounded. This went on for about 45 minutes. After they left, I felt extremely upset, tearful and with that kind of gasping, lump-in-your-throat type of feeling. I decided I had had enough. I kept silent and serious for the rest of the day, then went home. I finally poured it all out in front of my parents. My third dad carefully wrote down everything in a notebook and telephoned the school to make an appointment. He was great. There was a meeting with the headmaster and some top people and their parents came to speak to my parents. The twins were punished and there was a dramatic reduction in the teasing I received from them and others. I was left alone from then on and my final 6 months at school passed pleasantly and without incident.

Now, of course, I am a Certified Life Coach, able to use my knowledge of adverse early life experiences to advise clients on how to get out of these negative childhood backgrounds and into a new life, where they feel confident to make the decisions they need to make to achieve the dream life they've always wanted in a way that is meaningful for them and brings them peace.

If I met my bullies today, I would offer forgiveness. Not only because forgiveness is powerful and not just because I think I'm a “nice guy”. Rather because I now have some of the insight I lacked at that time.

To my father, who is now dead, I would say: “I know why you did what you did. Your anger and selfishness and constant lying was the result of your bossy, self-opinionated, “couldn't take-no-for-an-answer” mother, who, when you were a kid, badgered you and bossed you around and, when something bad happened, would interrogate you mercilessly until you told the truth. Then she would give you such a hard time about what you did when you told her that you learned it was easier to tell a lie to keep the peace. You felt unheard and your own opinion was dismissed in favour of hers. I can understand how this made you angry, made you feel like you should put your own needs first and made you tell lies. I can forgive you for that. However, you chose to take it out on my mum and me and couldn't handle being married. Instead of turning to the light and searching for the truth, you chose to exert yourself by being even worse than your mother in some attempt to make your own mark. In so doing, you lost Mum and your children and never saw me again for the last 24 years of your life.”

To the elementary school bully, I would say: “I don't know where you are or what you are doing now but I now understand that you behaved the way you did probably because you had a bad family background. You hadn't been taught how to share uncomfortable and negative feelings and saw in me everything you hated – the weakness, shyness and insecurity that you yourself were trying to cover up. Is that right?”

To the twins, I would say: “You shouldn't have done what you did. I know it must have been frustrating to see me living in a dreamworld, talking to imaginary people and being shy and awkward and saying silly things. You couldn't understand what I was doing and I couldn't explain it either. I can forgive you for getting impatient with me. However, you chose to treat me like an idiot and assumed a negative cause and the questions you asked me were designed to make me feel small and stupid. I hope the punishment you received will make you think twice before you treat anyone like that again in the future.”


I would then invite all four of them to learn what I have learned and embrace the life and light that I have found and work with them as their Life Coach to achieve their dreams, confident that, in my experiencing them at their worst, they will be inspired by their former victim to uncover their deepest insecurities and find the means to leverage that into a life that's something better.


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Mothers and Sons

MOTHERS AND SONS


All my life I have loved women and especially my own mother, the archetype of womanhood, whose constant reliability and availability and presence in my life has not only led me to grow up with a healthy attitude towards the opposite sex but also given me the ability to trust that there are good people out there and there are pockets of goodness in the world, despite all the dangers that one can face.

It all started with my birth, of course, although for her it started nine months earlier. I was a difficult child – I had epilepsy and cried constantly and very loudly. Abuse by my father led me to grow up being teased and bullied by kids at school. I was forgetful and was always losing things. I didn't study very well at school because of the teasing and I was naive and easily led. I was shy and lived in a dream world, which must have worried her a great deal.

However, despite all this, she was always there for me and it was this quality above all else which made her the excellent mother she is. Parents have to be there. There's no point having a dad who isn't there. I might as well have not had one at all. As it was, I had four – but men have a dreadful habit of just coming and going as they please. They stay for a short time, then just wander off. They come, they go, they just do whatever they want, aimlessly wandering the face of the earth like lost sheep. At least, that's what it looked like.

My mother wasn't like that. When I cried, she came; when my dad hit me, she protected me; when I fell down, she picked me up; when I lost my glasses, she bought new ones; she always put her children first; there was always dinner on the table every night and we ate as a family together (which was becoming rare even 30 years ago); when I needed picking up from a party, she was always on time; most of all, she never disappeared; she was always there. Even now that I am grown up, she still sends birthday presents and Christmas presents – not just for me but for the daughter-in-law and grandson she has never seen, since we live in Vietnam and she's in England.

Her example made me trust in women. I can't understand these men who get angry with women when women fail to pick up on their advances or who think women have all the power or who are misogynistic or have a “them and us” approach.

When I was teased and bullied at school, it was ALWAYS a boy who did it. I never had any trouble from girls. Sure, they didn't save me when I was being bullied but, then again, they were under no obligation to do so. I think that if a boy is teasing me and I need help, another boy should step forward. No boy usually did that. So I blame them. I don't expect a girl to have to save me instead.

When I was about 13, I began to view my mother's example as representative. Even though I knew it probably wasn't true and that I daresay there are plenty of naughty girls out there, even naughty girls make me smile. The unconditional love that I had received from my mother allowed me to feel reasonably OK if the odd girl here and there didn't live up to my expectations. That odd girl seemed an anomaly in a sea of generally OK human beings. On the other hand, if a boy was unfriendly, then, thanks to the unfortunate examples I had been shown in my life, his behaviour cut me to the core, made me consider the world of men to be cold, cruel, spiteful and focused on irrelevances like who won the last football match or who's best at kicking a ball in a straight line. So I basically gave up on men and focused my full attention on the other half who acted normally and could hold down an intelligent conversation without being rude.

Subsequent experiences in my life have corroborated how great my mother was and is. As a high school teacher, I tried to be friendly with male and female teens equally. If I gave out an assignment for them to do in class, all the girls would finish by the end of the class but only half the boys. So I gave out the assignment 50-50 and it would come back 67-33 in favour of the girls. Similarly, if I held a conversation with a boy in class, he would participate for about 2 minutes before becoming distracted by the other boys and going off to do something else. If I talked to a girl, I would get a solid 5-10 minute conversation about something meaningful and learn something about her in the process that I didn't know before. Some of it happened by accident. I had to do speaking tests, where I got all the students in a class to talk about the same topic for 2-3 minutes. I listened carefully and gave their performances marks out of 10. At the end of the test, I glanced down at my marksheet and saw all the girls had 8's and 9's, whereas all the boys had 6's and 7's. How did that happen? I didn't plan it that way!

This tendency has been one of the most consistent features of my life. If I ask an equal number of males and females to do something, I get an enthusiastic response from the women but a half-hearted, shabby response from the guys. Sometimes the 67-33 imbalance becomes almost 75-25 at times. What's wrong with guys? I don't know what to do about this problem.

There is also a negative side to my approach. As an individual, I suffer from a lack of social skills and I am disorganized and forgetful. As a teenager, my pre-existing experience led me to conclude that the reason for this was because I had been born male. I noticed that women and girls have generally much better social skills than guys and were much more organized. So I felt like I had drawn the short straw in being born male. I would watch girls talking in groups in the playground and wished I could join in. In my late teens, I even entertained an interest in lesbianism and wondered whether, if I had been born female but had been treated the same way as I had been, whether I would have been a lesbian by now. This theory seemed confirmed when the first girl I ever kissed was a lesbian and I found out her dad also gave her a hard time.

Now I am 44, I realize now that I was basically lonely. My dad's abuse and the teasing and bullying I had received from boys had led me to feel cut off from men. I didn't want to face the pain of being completely isolated from the human race, so I've spent my whole life surrounded by women. Now I must find some way of reconnecting with guys – but on MY terms, not theirs.


So my mother is the greatest, since without her I would not have had the absolute faith in women that I have had in my life, which has been one of the greatest gifts I've ever had, since to not have received it would have meant a complete isolation, a total cutting-off from every other human being. That would have been an eventuality far too painful to ever bear and would have caused the most dreadful loneliness. Her reliability stopped that, and for that I am eternally grateful.


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Why Self-Love Is So Important To Men

WHY SELF-LOVE IS SO IMPORTANT TO MEN


(This article was originally written for the Good Men Project and so focuses on men.)

Self-love is foundational to men and is essential for any authentic connection to manliness and what it is to be male. From “being comfortable in your own skin” to competency to self-confidence, most of the aspects of being a man and being happy with that status stem from an authentic self-love.

However, how do we get it? Although all babies are born without hang-ups and with a certain inbuilt self-love, this can easily be destroyed by parental abuse, neglect or indifference.

I think the first thing is a good relationship with our biological fathers. Unfortunately, in my case, this didn't happen. While I was blessed with three stepfathers, who all tried various means to “show me the way”, nevertheless I was seriously damaged by my biological father's abuse. In some sense, every little boy deeply desires to be accepted and loved by the man who brought him into being, to be thought of as worthy and acceptable by the first male role model of his life. Failure to receive this led to my asking what must be wrong with me if my basic needs were not met.

The next step to self-love is competency. I think it's important to a man that he be “good at doing stuff”. Little boys spend huge amounts of time with other boys, showing off their skills playing sport and running around in the playground at school. This is important because he can feel that he is equal to his peers and thus accepted by them. Unfortunately, I was unaware of this at the time, so I always felt “tested” by other boys in my class and, when I failed to measure up to something I was only vaguely aware of being measured by, I got teased and bullied.

The next is self-confidence. This consists of two parts – inherent self-confidence and the confidence that comes from competence. In a way, self-confidence is the result of feeling “comfortable in your own skin” due to acceptance by one's father and feeling competent and “good at stuff” with the kids at school. Unfortunately, many teenagers, myself included, felt neither and so end up hating themselves.

The solution I have found has worked for me and, while it may not necessarily work for every man, I feel it is important to share it so you can have at least some idea on how to go about getting self-love if you feel you are lacking in this area.

The first and most fundamental was a relationship with God. This may not appeal to those of you who profess no religious belief but it must be said that the Christian faith has the perfect ideal in the Person of God the Father. Indeed, it can be safely maintained that God the Father represents such an ideal of fatherhood that it would be impossible to even conceive of anyone greater in the role. More importantly, though, is the way that this Father has taken care of me and loved me in ways my earthly father did not. It's not enough to forgive my earthly father; forgiveness hurts. A true forgiveness means coming face-to-face with the pain he caused and choosing to love him anyway. It hurts to face this pain, so we need God's love to hold onto during this process, so we don't feel cheated or that we lost out. If I have God's love, I can feel safe developing a relationship with Him and achieve the feeling of comfort with myself that I didn't get earlier in life.

The second is to commit to learning skills and abilities that are important to you and the life you want to lead. In fact, I think it is sometimes better to do this later in life, since the stuff my friends wanted me to learn, like how to kick a ball or play catch, are of limited usefulness to me now I'm 44. Much better is to focus on health, wealth and relationships. Hit the gym, lose 10 pounds, get that sixpack! Take a soft skills course, get that promotion, start a business! Learn how to attract women, how to give them orgasms and develop a social circle! It has been shown repeatedly that by focusing on health, wealth and relationships, one's life can be dramatically improved and you will achieve the dream life you've always wanted. You will also create a positive feedback cycle, where your increased competence in these areas will improve your inherent self-confidence and that inherent confidence will then make you bolder in gaining even greater competence.

So these are the reasons why self-love is so important to men. I don't think it is any less important for women. It's just different for them. They also need to focus on health, wealth and relationships to achieve their life goals. However, women have other women to fall back on. They spent years in the playground forging friendships and honing their social skills. There is a kind of “sisterhood” among them and, while these things can also have drawbacks, I sense that a woman's confidence has more to do with these things than a man's confidence does. I doubt whether her confidence is less important than a man's but it is found in different places. Whereas men are in competition with each other, women find confidence in collaboration.

What seems without doubt is that self-love, for both sexes, brings confidence in oneself and leads to the success and meaning in life to which all of us aspire.


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Thursday, 4 May 2017

Everything Happens For A Reason

EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON


I believe that my life has meaning. I didn't always believe that. However, stuff has happened to me and things have transpired that have allowed me to glimpse a little something beyond what is normal in life, to witness the ultimate purpose to why I am here and to uncover my mission here in this world.

I must admit that, earlier in my life, I didn't have much of a clue. Things didn't start out so great. My father's physical, verbal and emotional abuse was not a good start. My personality disorder made life difficult. I suffered from epilepsy, too. The teasing and bullying at school didn't help either. The day I held the hand of the girl I cared about while she made out with someone else didn't bode well. Hating myself at 13 years old wasn't good. Being homeless for 2 nights at 30 years old wasn't great either. Being friendzoned by a pornstar when I was working on a cruise ship didn't do much for my self-esteem.

I've met other people who, if they had suffered what I have, would have given up years ago. I've met people who are all too willing to throw in the towel and say, :”What's the use? Life sucks.”

However, I say they weren't paying attention to the details. They didn't have an “attitude of gratitude”. My father didn't kill me. My epilepsy stopped. I did have 2 friends in primary school. I am the only one in the love triangle who didn't get fired. At 13 I started making plans for my life. When I was on the streets, my girlfriend still loved me. Having had experience of “bad girls”, I now love women intensely.

Most of all, I always had a dream. Plus, most of them time, I have had at least one plan in place to achieve it. Always keep moving forward. I'm positive. I'm a good guy. I have to be. With all these bad things happening, the only alternative to being a good guy was to join the dreary crowd eking out a living, trudging to work. I didn't want to join them. It felt scary. It also looked unbelievably miserable. Secretly, I was frightened. Frightened of being thought of as a bad person, frightened to face the intolerance of others, frightened that this was all life had to offer. I wanted to be different and I wanted to feel special. So I had a dream.

I was studying media at college with quite a cool crowd of teenagers and twenty-something mature students. The eldest was 34. I enjoyed my time with them but occasionally, I would feel like something wasn't quite right. There was the odd off-colour remark or pointed and snide comments. Media and journalist types – always trying to look cool, yet rather cynical about the world. Can't be too gullible when you're a news reporter, huh?

I was at an all-night party at the house of one of them when Mike came up to me while I was sitting quietly in the back garden having a beer. We talked some chit-chat for a few minutes. Now Mike was a cool dude, quite chill and laid-back and spent most of the time trying to seduce the girls in the class. I mentioned how I sometimes felt not entirely “in with the crowd” and that I didn't think I was too popular. He replied, “Do you want to know why everybody hates you, Oliver?”

I looked at his face carefully to check for signs of rejection. I was surprised to find there weren't any. So, with some hesitation, I said, “Well, OK, go on, tell me.”

“It's because you've still got it.”

“Still got what?” I asked.

“The light, man,” he explained. “You've still got the light in your eyes. You've still got a dream. You still hope. The others,” he continued, looking over his shoulders at the rest of the crowd behind him, “they've already lost it. They know they've lost it. When they see you, they still see hope in your eyes. It reminds them of what they lost. They don't like being reminded, so they resent you for it. That's why they hate you for it. They had a dream once but for whatever reason, something happened and they felt they had to drop it. You've still got it. Always keep it, man. Don't worry about these guys. Just keep as you are. Always keep the light, man. Never lose it.” Then he wandered off. I have always remembered his words to this day and they make me feel better when I feel judged or criticized by others.

Some people, when their childhood dreams don't come true, replace it with a smaller one. Totally unnecessary – why not just get another one the same size?

Later, I met some “bad” people. I didn't copy their behaviour. I didn't do what they did. I stayed a good guy; but we hung out. There was the homeless dude in Freeport, Bahamas, the South African man who ran naked through the streets of London at 10pm, there was the time I drank frozen margaritas with a former Colombian bounty hunter, there was the pornstar I mentioned, there was the bisexual woman who had sex with 3 men in one night just because she felt sad, there was the hot Brazilian babe who invited me to samba with her under the stars, there was the guy who smoked weed, there was the time I tried a cigarette (I didn't like it), there was the love triangle. Why did God give me these experiences? Seemingly random, I just put it down to “stuff happens”, you know?

Later still, I got married, had a son and became a high school teacher. My teens started out as very cute, innocent kids but then they started experimenting with shisha, smoking, drinking, underage sex, teen pregnancy, weed, viewing pornography, depression and “I hate myself” issues. I suddenly found that my “random” experiences were now useful to others – I could advise them better than any other teacher and could now try to bring them out of the difficulties in which they found themselves into a new life that was better, a life where they don't feel judged by someone older than them but rather talk to someone who has “been there”, survived and come out the other side.

In retrospect, I now believe that nearly everything that has happened to me has happened for a reason, which makes me believe that it can't be just me. I believe that things happen for a reason in the lives of everyone. However, there are some who are so focused on the here and now that they don't allow themselves time to take a step back and review the “big picture” to find out what these experiences mean. Also, those without a religious belief may also find it harder to believe life has a purpose, since believing that things happen for a reason strongly suggest the existence of a master plan arranged by Someone bigger, higher and more powerful than they are. Finally, believing life has purpose assumes a basically positive view of human existence, which is an attitude that, sadly, not everyone shares.


So Divine Providence is that tendency for created things to develop to their fullest capacity by bending towards the greatest good, Who is God. My life is testament to that and yours can be, too, if you maintain a positive attitude, reflect on the meaning of individual events and keep an eye on the “big picture” of your life. In doing so, you can make all your dreams come true!


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A Defining Moment In My Life

A DEFINING MOMENT IN MY LIFE


I was living in London when it happened. It wasn't a noisy event – no overnight conversion, no falling down in church, no speaking in tongues, no being struck by lightning, no sudden “Aha!” moment. Nevertheless, it happened.

I was 22 when I left home. Having been born in London originally, I had lived in the suburbs until I was 12, whereupon I moved to the countryside of Cornwall in the southwest of England. After ten years there, I had graduated from high school and been to college. As someone who had been teased and bullied at school and rather shy and not terribly confident, I had developed a reputation at school for being rather nervous and anxious, resulting in large amounts of glass equipment in chemistry class being smashed on the floor. This continued during my science studies at college, where I became something of a legend for the number of test-tubes and mercury thermometers I broke (how did I know what the temperature of the flame would be?)

At 22 I arrived in London and did a couple of office jobs before deciding that I wanted to study in America. I tried to save money by doing a part-time job in a bar. There I found plenty more glasses to smash and the legend returned. I also got stressed about customer service and would fret about any complaints or negativity from patrons. So from 22 onwards, I began searching for answers.

This was 1994. The World Wide Web had just been invented by Sir Tim Berners-Lee, so the days of Googling stuff had not arrived yet. So I went to the library, read newspaper articles and tried to figure out why I was so anxious.

At first, I tried man-made solutions. I investigated various ideologies and pursued numerous ideas but nothing seemed perfect. There always seemed to be at least one aspect of each one that I didn't agree with.

I became hazily aware that I was leaving religion on the table until other options had been exhausted. I eventually became suspicious as to why my brain seemed to be avoiding the topic. So one day I took a walk down to the Fulham Road to browse through a bookshop. In there I found a King James Bible. I flicked through it for maybe 20 minutes or half an hour, then put it back. I remembered this book from my childhood, when I had received a portion of it at school. I then put it back on the shelf and left.

THAT WAS IT. That was the biggest defining moment of my life. It doesn't sound like much, does it? However, Jesus has had a profound influence on my life since then.

A few weeks later, I went back to purchase that Bible. I took it home and attempted to read it but it was hard-going. I decided to focus on keeping the Ten Commandments. So began my walk with the Lord.

I began to realize that these various things that had been happening to me until then had come from God. When I accepted this, I was implicitly consenting to the truth of this by virtue of the authority of the One who sent them. This is FAITH.

At first, I was happy just to believe in God alone. I didn't identify with any particular religion. I began to wonder how much of my life could be better if I followed His lead more carefully. I began to submit my decisions to the Will of God. I listened to the Holy Spirit in my heart and if I experienced a light, happy feeling, I took that as a “yes”. A heavy, dark feeling meant “no”. I began following the light, happy feelings exclusively and my life began to improve.

As I put more and more trust in Him, He became more and more trustworthy. Stuff that scared me before I no longer needed to worry about. I began to lose my anxiety as I turned more and more things over to Him.

After a while, I looked back and saw a path emerging that I hadn't noticed before. It had a holy feel to it, like I was becoming a better person. I noticed that my friends were still doing the same things as before and having the same troubles but I was moving out and into something better.

There were times when God showed me some worrying things. Lessons I was learning by following this path were not being learned by those not following it. Doors open to me because I walked in faith were unknown to others because they had no faith. They might never find or experience that door. They were making costly mistakes that I had avoided. They couldn't see what I could see. I knew that if I tried to explain it to them, they would think I was crazy. However, when I saw them make those mistakes, I thought, “There but for the Grace of God go I”.

I began to develop a brighter outlook, like the future would be good. I began to feel that I would end up in Heaven if I continued this. This is HOPE.

There were times when I stumbled and fell but God always gave me the grace to get back up again. Grace is power from God to achieve things that would be impossible to achieve if that power had not been given. I was very grateful to receive this grace – it was very generous of Him. I felt rather unworthy and was desperately afraid that I would mess up really badly and lose everything I had ever worked for. Many times when I goofed up, I assumed I had been forsaken and that it was all over, only to find that still, small voice continuing in my heart.

At other times, I'm sorry to say, I sinned against him – a combination of resistance and feeling sorry for myself, like I was irredeemable. On one occasion, I had behaved rather badly. I was surprised to find myself rewarded by being invited to a slap-up steak dinner. I felt completely unworthy and decided not to eat it, in order to say sorry. “Eat it!” said my wife, who was also there. So, unable to get out of it, I ate the steak and it was great. I felt very grateful to God for His kindness, feeling rather vulnerable and like a little kid who had just avoided a serious punishment.

There were many other similar examples after that, all with the same moral to teach. I was someone special, someone worth caring about, someone God wanted to spend time with, someone that was important. I felt a lot of affection for the Lord until, one day, I realized this affection had turned to LOVE.

So now my life has been transformed. I am now confident that I am loved by God and this has allowed me to love others. I can now love my wife, my son and my students, whose teacher I am and I believe I have something to offer the world. I have now studied to become a Life Coach and plan to use my experiences to help others. I believe I have a voice in the world that other people need and want to hear. I feel excited by my life and at the prospect of transforming the lives of others.


My hope is that, in reading this account, you will both appreciate why that visit to a bookshop turned out to be so important and realize the steps that need to be taken to achieve the same results. My fervent wish is that this story will inspire you to take the first steps towards receiving this new life and being transformed into the person you have always wanted to be, so that all your dreams come true!

Here's a quote that sums up all this -

You were an unexpected surprise. 
The defining moment. The collision of stars that slammed into me hard and sent my neat little world plummeting into the ocean. 
I never expected it to be you, you know? 
But it is you. It’s all you. And now there’s no looking back.
—  Beau Taplin • T h e  D e f i n i n g  M o m e n t 

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