Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts

Saturday, September 19, 2015

America – Have the Dreams Ended

“When the legends die, the dreams end.
When the dreams end, there is no more greatness.”

So said Tecumsah, leader of the Shawnee. Who better to understand this quote than the aboriginal peoples of this land? Tecumsah’s words returned to me after watching the poignant documentary, One PM Central Standard Time, a telling look at a period in American history. This film, cleverly structured, wove together the life of Walter Cronkite and John F. Kennedy when their paths irrevocably crossed on November 22, 1963. Cronkite was a king among journalists, the father of the evening news to Americans of several generations. We read him, listened to him on radio, and when television came in around this corner of history, we finally watched him, this epitome of a hard driving newsman set on being the first to voice every story he caught. The movie takes you into the old-time wire rooms where the news was gathered, and lets you relive the challenges with which the news industry dealt having no internet, no cell phones, but only pay phones to relay their stories. It introduces you to newsmen who honored their profession with
their adherence to a code that insisted on confirmation, not innuendo or speculation. At that time, we could trust the voices of the great newsmen, and in that world, Walter Cronkite was top of the mark. Like crawling up into your grandfather’s lap each night, America came to Cronkite for a voice offering the comforting assurance that the truth would be spoken.

On the other side of the print page of that era was a youthful, charming, handsome man, his intelligent and gracious wife and their young family—the Kennedy's— a symbol of vitality and possibility to which Americans warmly related. Like the sun of a new dawn, here was this president, beginning to reach his stride and take a heretofore inward-looking nation out into the world with a view toward peace and prosperity. We began to experience ourselves as charitable toward and curious about those beyond our boundaries. The love children, the hippie movement, the revolution in music were not agents of this change but an affirmation of the uplifting sense of well-being that existed in the America of those times. Our homegrown values of respect, taking responsibility, keeping one’s word and extending a helping hand were still intact, values that ensured citizens they could better themselves. Values which underpinned hope, created legends and engendered dreams. It was a beautiful time to be an American.

That ended at 1:00 PM Central Standard Time in Dallas, Texas with the assassination of John F. Kennedy, and it placed Walter Cronkite in a moment of great decision. He wanted to be the first to break that news, but the lack of phones made it impossible to track down any voice of authority to confirm the story. The practice was that reporters would go to the nearest pay phone, call into the wire room and instruct the person who answered the phone NOT to hang up, thus keeping the line open for them. But that limited available phones even more. As much as he wanted to be the voice of that historic moment, he would not break the story because it had not yet been officially confirmed. His next challenge was that he couldn’t go live on TV as it took about a half hour to get those old cameras ready. So he delivered a radio-type message transmitted over the TV while the audience stared at a gray screen, listening. His voice echoed through their homes and places of work saying only that it was reported that John Fitzgerald Kennedy died at 1:00 PM Central Standard Time but it was not yet confirmed. He delivered this horrific message clearly and without sentiment. His tears came later.

And so ended an era. News quickly became a commodity that was bought, sold and traded without the ethics of the earlier time. It became a place to reach stardom rather than honor. The country became more deeply entrenched in a war that awakened the bully in American politics, instilling the notion we could rightfully tread onto foreign soil without invitation or a by-your-leave. The values that had retained this great nation’s capacity to re-balance itself when it leaned too far right or left, tottered toward greed rather than compassion, or avowed lies instead of truth began to disappear from the political arena, the newsroom and our families. Taking responsibility for our acts, the fastest way there has ever been to rectify a situation, lost favor as an American choice.

We of that generation saw the legends end with the death of JFK and our dreams end April 4, 1968 when the last great dream speaker this country had, Martin Luther King, Jr., was assassinated. So if Tecumsah was right, and I sense he was, our time of greatness may be over.

Watch One PM Central Standard Time and, in the face of this upcoming election, see what you think.

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Uncommon Thoughts on Book Promotion

By Christina Carson

In response to the less than rewarding experiences of a friend’s recent promotion of her new release, I again find myself standing before the question: How do new indie authors establish themselves in an overstuffed market when they have no platform?  So here’s my take on what I call The Realm of Incredible Odds.
There will always be what we call challenges. There will always be what appear to be negative influences, unfair circumstances, unreasonable demands and those with no ear turned toward us. If I've missed one of your favorites, you can add it in here: ____________. Okay, now we have that out of the way. Let’s look at something different.

Both my husband and I have been in The Realm of Incredible Odds at least twice before. Let’s face it. Can you imagine a girl from the east living on a homestead in the far north of Canada caught in the romance of bringing an almost genetically bankrupt breed of sheep into the circle of world grand champion without having ever touched a live sheep before she started?

Or then there was my husband, a boy enchanted with speaking after watching Southern Baptist preachers, but stymied by a shyness that made it almost impossible to say his name to a group of strangers, who went on to become a most successful international professional speaker for over 11 years.

There is a realm that fascinates us with its call of the wild while filling us simultaneously with despair and dread. That’s The Realm of Incredible Odds. It’s always been with us; it always will be. Here are some thoughts for you to ponder on how to operate in it successfully.

The first thing that needs doing is to come to a solid understanding of what you must be to succeed. In the midst of everything pointing to the contrary, both Bert and I needed to see ourselves as the one thing we weren't – a speaker in his case and a shepherdess in mine. Yes we both wanted to be those people, but no facts supported that. So it became apparent that facts, as we understood that word, weren't the answer. What we needed instead was the capacity to become aware of ourselves as that which we wanted to be: a shepherdess who reclaimed a breed of sheep to world class status and a speaker of great success.

The way to this new view of oneself, however, is neither hard work nor mindless affirming or envisioning. It takes a certain sort of action. That action is governed by answering the question: What would you be doing, if you had no doubts that you were a writer capable of producing works of enviable craft and ones that supported you financially. 

This is a serious question, not to be quickly sloughed off as old hat. And only you can answer it for you. You see, we inform ourselves of the “facts” of the world on an on-going basis by our thoughts and our actions. You presently engage in a mind-numbing number of thoughts and actions that say just the contrary to your dream. If you don’t believe me, take a serious look at what you tell yourself are your chances in The Realm of Incredible Odds. Then take a look at what behaviors you choose which reinforce those beliefs.

We are conditioned to think that hard work is what it takes to succeed. And that is not to say we don’t invest hours of work in any project that concerns our dreams. But that hard work must relate to the way things actually work in this world, not to activities that represent penance or commerce (I’m owed in proportion to how much I produce). The universe doesn't owe anyone anything. It gives to those open to receive. And that’s the hitch.

I guarantee you, you have no idea at this moment how much of what you think or the manner in which you respond, informs you that you are not worthy of your dreams. The reason for this is that we are conditioned to be able to say one thing while believing another and NOT EVEN NOTICE the contradiction.

If you care to succeed in The Realm of Incredible Odds, then it is also time to open to the notion that the universe doesn't operate in the manner you been taught to believe. It doesn't reward the supposed good and punish the supposed bad. It doesn't even have such categories. It operates by its own laws, and, if you want to succeed under seeming adverse conditions, you need to align with those.

In times that don’t look as difficult as these current ones for writers, the old hard work scenario may misleadingly look like what brings success. That’s only because we find it easier to imagine and believe that we COULD succeed with better odds. But in times that appear on the edge of hopeless, we can’t pull the same results off by simply working harder. That is where our misunderstanding of what truly creates results finally trips us up.

There really are no such things as incredible odds. It only appears that way to our conditioning, the thoughts and actions that are encumbered by knowing ourselves as finite beings. For in fact we are anything but that. Most people, when confronted with these uncommon notions go back to what they know, bang their heads on the wall, work their fingers to the bone and then quietly let their dream slip away. So I ask you, what could it hurt to ponder for a while on these uncommon thoughts about how to succeed as a writer or anything else, for that matter?


Watch for my next blog where I’ll introduce you to a profound American
voice who speaks with great clarity about our conditioning that limits us so.