I have always wanted to fly . . .

I thought of, wanted to, made enquiries about joining Air Force after I left school, but it never came together.

Then this happened, and that happened, and it receded into dim and distant land of wishes and unfulfilled hopes.

Until -

10 months ago, I picked up a book at my brother-in-law's on Paragliding. He's been hang-gliding for years, but somehow that never really appealed to me.

But as I started paging through this book, I suddenly got back all my yearnings and intense desires to soar like birds. Mechanical flight doesn't quite cut it for me, and I never considered Gliding - thought it would cost too much. :o{

How many things in your life have you dismissed as unrealistic and unreachable on basis of "your thoughts" instead of doing a little basic research? (I will not divulge my shameful history! )

But here was what I had been looking for for so long. I could feel myself floating along on thermals under wing - I could taste freedom.

As soon as I got back to my PC, I searched for Paragliding schools in our vicinity, and found one not too far away that offered a training course, etc.

Flashes of inspiration; how sweet they are. And, they can take different forms. Every one of you, at some time or another, has slapped his/her knee and said, "I see it". "I see it". That was your subconscious talking to you. That's where your Spirit lives. And he knows what answer is even when you don't.

The reason so many people get so few "flashes of inspiration" is they never spend time to get to know their best friend. Case in point. In early part of last century, there was a scientist who, during his lifetime, developed many inventions.

Flying Cats, What's world coming to?

He said he got his ideas from flashes of puddy cats. Well, that was his way of explaining them. He would go into a dark room with a table and one chair and turn lights off and sit, and sit, and sit.

He said he didn't care how long it took; he would wait till he saw flashes of puddy cats. He was waiting on fresh ideas and answers to what ever he was disturbed over. He knew answer was in his Spirit, he just had to get it out.

I Think That Dude Needs a Rubber Room!

While he was in room, he applied what he called controlled attention, asking his subconscious to give him answer to his specific problem. The way he described it, on some occasions puddy cats didn't come too quickly. On some occasions they were fuzzy, no pun intended. Sometime they would fly like machine gun bullets.

As soon as ideas began to make sense, he would turn lights on and write them down. He explained source of them this way. He said they came from knowledge stored in his subconscious but acquired through personal experience; knowledge of others and, knowledge from infinite intelligence.

He said when he was sitting, he would tune into one or all three of these sources. He emphasized that he "made" time to do this because it was so beneficial. He said most people would scoff at this because it would appear to be such a waste of time. Most people would rather struggle and fight because they believe that's way that great achievements come.

Not to mention they would not want others to think they were a fruit cake.

The author of this article has some personal experience with this concept. Being a student of subconscious and particularly interested in powers of unknown and unexplainable, I began to notice some startling results begin to take place after employing these ideas.

No Fruit Cake For Me!