Skipping Stages
Is it possible to skip stages? Absolutely. Look at the following examples.
A man walks right up to a girl who’s just noticed him, pulls her into him, says something seductive, and plants a small kiss on her lips, which she enjoys. He then pulls away, but she leans in to try and kiss him again. Where’s the girl? She’s moved instantly from being indifferent to kissing him to needing to kiss him again.
Or, a weird guy could walk up to the same girl and awkwardly try to plant one on her; she’ll recoil and go straight to Rejection.
It’s also possible for a woman to start out in the Curiosity stage (if, say, she spots a guy she really likes the look of and is exactly her type) or the Rejection stage (for instance, if she gets approached by a weird, creepy guy who makes her skin crawl). How often a woman starts out in a stage other than Indifference is directly linked to how judgmental/opinionated she is; the more she judges others, the more likely she is either to want or not want someone immediately before knowing much, if anything, about him.
I could still remember the day, I met Hayden and Cruise in my pub. I guess all this would not have happened had we not our chanced meeting that day. We talked late into the night that day. The conversation was really interesting.
An idea dawned upon Cruise years ago before he became a property tycoon. The idea was that of trasmuting the male sex drive into energy that was useful and could be harnessed. He firmly did believe in that notion and worked on it day and night.
As inexplicable as it was, there was this unwritten law of attraction in the universe that like attracts like, he met this Hayden in a business convention on a cruise ship to Tokyo. Hayden had been unknowning practising what Cruise believed to be the secrets to success and Cruise made a chanced observation of Hayden at work in bucking his life….
It all started out with a recommendation from a friend who is a practitioner from an old and well established sect of Zen.
One day this friend of mine came into my jazz pub. As was usual the case, I sat down with him and struck up a conversation with him. The conversation soon took a turn from the usual talk about life to more serious and philosophical areas.
We talked for many hours where he expressed ideas about how the world is view true Zen where by what is really around is but Emptiness and whatever form we see around us is but and illusion. That is why the need mediation.
The period of meditation for a zen practitioner is a period by which we clear our mind of all earthly distractions and truely attempt to bring our state of mind to what truly is. In the Zen sense this means Emptiness, a state of Mu-ga or Satori translated to English, it means a state of no I.
In this state of Mu-ga or Satori, one sees things not from the perception of the illusory self but from a state whereby the self does not exist, has never existed. In this state one is truly is able to see things as the way they should be seen, an impassioned point of view. Actions and thoughts performed thus in this state is truly an enlightened one.
While striving for such a state of mind might be too lofty a pursuit for most, meditation in the Zen sense does indeed help individuals focus their mind, removing all distractions, thus increasing their productivity. Similar in the tradition of the samurais who through the staunch practise of Zen are able to serve single mindedly their Master in some extent even beyond the point of physical death.
Today, I was driving home when my car broke down in the middle of the highway. The engine just would not start no matter how hard I tried. I was standing under the hot sun and having given up hope, I decided to get the towing service. However, I realised my mobile had turned off as well as the battery was flat.
I guessed that it was my gear box that had the problem. I opened the bonnet and tried to fix it. In trying to do so, I had started to sweat. So, I removed my designer shirt and proceeded to do my ‘dirty work’.
Suddenly, a bright red sports car pulled up next to my car. Its windows were tinted black and I could see my own reflection on the windows. My washboard abs glistened while my well defined half naked body was shining in the sweat that was flowing down from my fabolous looking face.
The windows of the car turned down. A sultry looking female who look so similar to Jessica Simpson was ogling at my hot bod.
‘ Need a ride?’ she asked me, quickly averting her gaze to my eyes instead.
‘ Of course babe.’ I replied. Buck My Life!
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