Like The Summer Breeze......We Can Unlock The Beauty Within

We look at the bare branches of a tree and see starkness,
But hidden within there is magic just waiting to burst forth,
All it takes is the warm winds of spring for the branches
to reveal their inner beauty, and to present us with the most
glorious blossoms.

Your warmth and caring has the same impact on others.

FEIGNED OUTRAGE

The recent assault by so called refugee advocates does nothing to promote their cause except expose their hypocrisy.

No decent person would be thrilled to hear of the death of the young asylum seeker on Manus Island. Although sad to say there are some who have shown very little byway of sympathy. But that said, we shouldn’t be fooled either by the circumstances in which this young man found himself. 

Reza Berati attempted to enter our country illegally.  He paid people smugglers, (an illegal trade and therefore illegal to support it) money to transport him via boat from Indonesia. He was detained and sent to Manus Island until such time as he would either be processed and given sanctuary in Australia, or returned home to Iran.  All of this happened under the previous Labor regime. We are all aware of the massive backlog of unprocessed claims left by Labor.

Reza Berati it appears went on to join the group who decided because their log of questions was not answered in a timeframe that suited them would show their displeasure by rioting. They used weapons (rocks and timber) to attack those guarding them and also cause damage to the centre housing them.  Shall I repeat? Reza Berati was one of the groups who rioted. He was not one of those who chose not to participate who were removed to safety. In taking this action Reza Berati must accept the possible consequences.

Now this is where the mass wailing started.  Illogical claims such as; Reza Berati came here seeking refuge and was murdered by the Government. The Greens cheer squad screaming for the head of Scott Morrison. How dare the government treat suppressed people this way they bellowed?  Chief Ratbags like Ian Rintoul organising protest rallies and candle light vigils. When however they were questioned why they didn’t do the same for the hundreds who were died as a result of sinking boats their responses were enlightening.  Frankly, it wouldn’t be unreasonable to deduce that they weren’t too concerned about the 1200plus who perished previously.

But of course it now transpires that young Mr Berati wasn’t one of those fleeing persecution. He came here seeking a better life. He came here seeking to further his education and to get a job. Who confirmed this? His family did.  Of course the chattering hordes whose only mission is to attack the government are silent. 

So Mr Berati is one of those economic refugees that Bob Carr spoke about not long before the Labor government lost office.  He could have chosen to apply through the correct channels to come to Australia, but it is highly unlikely that would have been approved. Knowing this, he decided to try and sneak in the backdoor.  He then decided to join the bunch of thugs who decided to riot and it cost him his life.  

It’s sad and we hope we get to the truth as a result of the investigation that will take place. But don’t be fooled.  This young man came here illegally, he participated in an illegal act in rioting, and he wasn’t running away from torture and persecution. So spare me the hypocrisy of the ‘professional’ protester and The Greens.  My concern is for those who are waiting their turn in real ‘hell-hole’ camps not the greedy young just wanting a better life.  

Dealing With Energy Zappers

As an avid social media user I am both intrigued and appalled by the bullying that goes on particularly on places like Twitter.  If you dare to have the temerity to share a different view, odds are you will be pounced on by all sundry. This can be tiring and emotionally extremely draining, if you let it get to you. No one appears to accept that people do have different opinions.  That doesn’t make them evil, or scum as you are often referred to as. It doesn’t make you a racist or intolerant.  It simply means your ‘measuring’ criterion is different.

This got me thinking about ‘energy zappers’. I’m sure many of the attackers on Twitter etc. are just that; ‘energy zappers or drainers’.  

Some years ago I was a member of a very small team working for an extremely well known international business responsible for a major acquisition of a significant chuck of opposition business. We were required to work with a senior executive of one of the acquired businesses. To say he was a pig of a man would be an understatement. The mere thought of having to endure his behaviour in meetings would almost make me ill.  This was a man who would not allow our regional heads PA (and minute taker) to sit at the boardroom table with the rest of us. He made her sit at a table in the corner of the room. He viewed her as being beneath him.

I was relaying the story to a friend of mine. Sharing with her that I felt completely drained after meetings and the fact that I was steam rolled on almost every recommendation by this man.  She shared with me the story of energy zappers. These are people who are bullies and who drain your energy in an attempt to control and manipulate.  She gave me a book by the wonderful Louise Hays where she talked about how you could beat these people and take your control back.  The advice was simple.  Use the abundant energy that is all around us to reenergise. 

The next morning I was flying interstate for the project meeting.  Instead of sitting on the aisle I took a window seat.  My usual practice was aisle seat as close to the front as possible (luckily I generally flew business). First on, first out that was me.  I used the time in fight to observe the clouds, the sun, the blue sky and I started to draw in energy from this.  Try it, you will be surprised.  I gave myself plenty of time on arrival to sit in the park for 30-mins.  Trees give off amazing energy. This isn’t about hugging trees; it’s about merely sitting quietly, breathing in and absorbing the energy.  So now calm, centred and full of energy off to the meeting I went.  From the moment I walked in the door I felt powerful.  My ‘bully’ could sense that as well.  There was even a change in his greeting before the meeting started.  Suffice to say I won every point that day and my ‘bully’ never beat me again. I insisted that our PA sit at the table and surprise, surprise he conceded. The project was successful and I learnt a valuable lesson.

I have used the technique many times since and I have shared this story with many people. So now the challenge is to find a way to use the same process when dealing with people on line.