SM,

Come with me and let's take a trip.

...for all intents and purposes you can call me the ghost of the present...

You see, SM, there are literally over several billion folks alive on this planet who would gladly and eagerly trade places with you - appendicitis and all - and from their perspective wouldn't even notice your perceived problems.

Let us start over here halfway round the world...

The chinese girl you are watching standing by the river bed and is tying a rope around her ankles, no more than 15 years old, at this moment she is about to drown herself in a river because she is female and of no value to her farmer father, a father who has never said a single nice word to her in her entire life. She has never heard the words "I love you" and she wants to be reborn into the city, where she can find a man to love her.

Yes, I see you try to shout and reach out to stop her SM...but your arms go through her, as we are not in our physical bodies at this moment.

You watch the powerful current carry her body downstream and finally under the water not to resurface. Yes, I see the disbelief in your eyes. She is gone simply because she never felt wanted.

Let us move on...

Yes we are in a poorly equipped hospital in Pakistan.

A young girl clings to life in this hospital room - her internal organs damaged beyond repair from a terrorist grenade attack, her features hideously scarred and her life changed in moments. The doctors have simply administered pain killers as they know they can do nothing.

She is smiling at us....yes she can see us. She thinks we are angels in our energy bodies. The doctors look in our direction and see nothing and believe she is hallucinating.

Her eyes close and the smile is still on her face. Her soul has disconnected from her ravaged body.

She is at peace now and the last faces she had seen was ours, and it made her smile.

Let us move on to our next stop...

We are in Italy, in Naples...

An old man lies in bed, he hasn't walked for years, is attended to by a live-in nurse -his feeble frame will breathe its last before dawn. Yet he will embrace death as his life now seems quite purposeless to him. He sleeps now as he does most days awakening only for his daily meal and towel bath. His old friends have long since died and his children and grandchildren visit no more than once a year for several hours.

Yet despite his condition he is rests very peacefully - his dreams more real and enjoyable now than his waking state.

Yet we shall leave him to his dreams...

We arrive in an Indian village outside NewDelhi...

Here we see a group of people. All illiterate. Yes, over 80% of the world is illiterate. Many will never know the joys of reading a book a newspaper or even a street sign. They go about limited to vocal commands and shouts. They need to ask people where a shop is even if the shop's huge sign is right in front of them.

In the corner over there next to the wall do you see that child?

At this moment that child is starving to death...his malnourished body will also give up its brief struggle by 7:12 AM and his five years of life will be simply memories of gnawing hunger and pain.

He can't read, he was never even taught to speak. He can barely make audible grunts and cries. His mother died two weeks ago. His father he never knew. A few passing villagers fed him some crusts when they past him, but that was several days ago and he is already going through organ shut-down.

Yes, I see you want to give him some food...but you keep forgetting we are not really here..

One last stop...

We are in Beverly Hills, California...

The home we are in cost 2.5 million dollars, the Garage we pass through is filled with exotic cars - I see the red Porsche Boxster alongside the blue and white Mercedes CLK Cabriolet have caught your eye. We pass through the wall unhindered and see a huge family room. Lavish oversize furniture pieces sit on handsewn persian rugs. In the corner we see a mahogony desk, it was bought at Sotheby's for $16,000 in 1992.

On the floor lies a dead man. We have arrived here moments after he has died of a drug-related seizure. On the desk lies some cocaine and a straw. The material goods were not exciting enough, in fact were quite boring to him and he needed drugs to make him feel alive. He had no real loves or interests, and turned to drugs to fill that huge gap he perceived in his life.

Let us return.

Yes, I know...you wonder if you could have really seen all these things. It seems impossible - yet also uncannily real too.

Let's review some important things.

1) Any experience is neither good nor evil - but contains equal measures of both good and evil.
2) All experience is relative.

All we have is the present. The future doesn't really exist. What we do in our present determines the future - likewise our past has determined our present.

If we bias some experience or circumstance as negative - our consciousness puts a negative charge on it. All those wave forms which comprise that experience are now imbalanced.

So your present position of dissatisfaction with your life is created by a collective set of biases - biases which have been occurring in your past. To change your future you must learn to immediately discard these negative biases as they form in your consciousness.

You see it is only because your life is so GOOD that you can dwell upon the frustrations of life. The job, the lack of dates, the feeling of failure...all these are illusions...illusions you have built up and made real through a repetitive series of negative biases.

Everytime you wish to feel bad about your present situation. Grab that bad feeling by the horns and master it - turn your face up and look at all that is going on around you. That bull can dominate your life if you let it. Countless folks, just like you, many with high paying jobs, girlfriends, and perfect health...all are utterly miserable.

Often they are more miserable the more they have. You can still tell yourself that if you had a girlfriend, a high paying job, etc - that everything will be all right.

The folks that have these things have to find new things to blame. Alec Baldwin blames the GOP for his misery. Many rich folks soon blame governments and corporate culture for their unhappiness.

This dissatisfaction is especially dangerous for the wealthy - because they often turn to drugs which human parasites promise them will "make them forget ALL their troubles".

How many folks do you think cannot list a page full of troubles. Do you think Tom can't or Dan can't or Mary Anne can't...or me?

We all struggle with that BALANCE. We all learn to appreciate the SMALL things in life. I have received a small measure of satisfaction out of making this post and trying to help you...as I am sure have all the other's who have given you advice. Being more selfless always puts things in perspective.

No one is a loser. No one sucks. All that you have been conditioned to measure your life by is an illusion.

Success...SM is when you achieve peace of mind. And peace of mind is something very rare on this world.

No job, amount of money, or beautiful, loving girlfriend or wife can give it to you.

It comes from inside. When you have it...others will know and sense a difference about you.

At that moment... you are the master of your world...and not the other way around.

Infinite wishes,

SDAI-Tech1