A CHANCE FOR LOVE E-Book

Gunther Scheuring

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• Kategorie: Religion und Spiritualität
• Sprache: Englisch

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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

Unbewusstes Abspeichern von Dingen ist die Last, die wir seit Beginn unseres Lebens mit uns herumtragen. Eben diese Last wird im Laufe der Jahre immer schwerer. Wege zur Liebe. Zur Ruhe kommen. Mitgefühl statt Mitleid. Kraft der Erkenntnis, dies sind alles Geschichten des Erkennens unseres Alltages. Dieses Buch ist für diejenigen geschrieben, die etwas mehr über sich selbst erfahren möchten. Es ist das wirkliche Erkennen des eigenen Selbst, worin die Liebe wohnt. Je nach Bewusstseinsstand macht es das Erspüren und Wiedererlangen der eigenen Gefühle möglich.

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Gunther Scheuring

A Chance for Love

Gunther Scheuring

A Chance for Love

© 2022 Gunther Scheuring

1st edition 2022

Author: Gunther Scheuring

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Gunther Scheuring

A CHACE FOR LOVE

YOUR LIFE IS YOUR OWN

CONTENTS

Preface

More than mere thoughts

For beginners

Reviewing the situation

Your life is your own

What can you do for yourself?

Fitness for the mind

Five minutes

Words and lentils

The little men in your head

The difference

Optimal nutrition

Nothing but a vale of tears?

Feelings, take the stage!

The lump in your throat

Simply do not listen!

Like a harlequin

Inner calm

The path to love

Holding on and letting go

The two sides

Everyone is beautiful

Self-love first!

A relationship or self-love?

Taking pills

Constant stress

Compassion and pity

Send your thoughts on holiday

Soul over strife

Second love

The power of knowledge

The world of the child

Epilogue

Thanks

Author

PREFACE

This book is for people who would like to learn a little more about themselves. For it is only true self-recognition that leads the way to love. Depending on your level of awareness, it will allow you to rediscover your own feelings, and also to perceive feelings you have never felt before. In this process of recognition, each story reflects the person reading it – but you have to feel your way into it rather than simply thinking about it. In my experience, once you have read through half of this book, it is a good idea to take a short break and give your body the opportunity to experience the new thought processes that have been introduced to you. You will need time to accept this new feeling, this new knowledge of yourself, and to let it take effect inside you.

If you want to do something good for your body, begin by simply taking a deep breath, to activate your powers of self-healing. If you breathe consciously, without thinking, the healing process begins. Your subconscious absorbs everything; everything you have ever seen, heard and experienced is stored in every cell of your body. No matter how important it is, everything is connected to you. The things you speak of today, everything you think and do, will continue to be a part of your experience tomorrow, and for the rest of your life. The unconscious storage of thoughts accumulates and becomes a burden. We carry it around with us from the very beginning of our lives, and the load becomes heavier as time goes on. Look at yourself in the mirror; look at your body and how it changes from one year to the next! Perhaps you feel unhappy with your life – you have no idea why; you simply accept that that is the way it is. This unconscious acceptance means that you are giving yourself up, refusing to recognize and heal yourself. I am not talking about a doctor or medication. I am talking about you, yourself. You are the best doctor there is. You are the person who can restore yourself back to health. The condition for this is, of course, that you answer the most important questions in your life with a ‘yes’. Is it what you want? Do you think you are worth it?

Once you have made the decision in favour of your own life and health, anything is possible! You are your own healer, and you hold so much power within you. You have everything you need to lead a happy and healthy life, all you have to do is to find the way and allow it to happen.In my experience, it is well worth the effort of choosing this path, experiencing yourself more deeply and orienting yourself in a completely new way. If you are prepared to recognize yourself, even a little, enormous powers will be released within you. Powers that can move mountains. At a certain point in my life, I suddenly had the feeling that something was not quite right. My attitude towards myself made me call my previous lifestyle into question and I asked myself what I could do for myself to improve my life. I realized that I was the only person who was able help myself, no one else could. There is an old misconception that human beings have always had – the idea that you can be saved by others. But that is merely the result of being manipulated by other people. I needed to be prepared to stand up for myself. I had to draw from my own strength so that I could change things for myself. Of course, the easiest and most comfortable way is to think: “I don't want to do that, it sounds like far too much hard work!” Okay, that is fine. “… I don't want to” is a clear statement, but it is also stems from a negative attitude towards yourself. If I decide against helping myself, it means that I do not wish to change because I do not value myself. As the saying goes, a man’s will is his kingdom of heaven. I might add at this point, greetings to the ego, which is nourished by fear!

In any case, for the first time I noticed who my “director” was, who was controlling my life and pulling all the strings. I wanted to feel my inner being, I wanted to go through life hand in hand with my heart. I wanted to experience the greatest happiness, the greatest bliss imaginable. I even dreamed of being on “cloud nine”, never thinking about how hard you fall when you come back down to earth. I have never heard of anyone who stayed up there for any length of time.The cloud dissolves for everyone at some point in time, like a bubble that bursts. What a pity, life could be so beautiful! So what now? I asked myself, dismayed. Happiness must have somehow slipped through my fingers. It had escaped me, the good life. I came to the conclusion that it was vital to regain control of the thoughts in my head (I mean all those little grey cells that pretend they are thinking). Hurrah, I had done it! I had decided for myself! And since that moment I have been very careful to monitor the things, my head constantly wants to think or needs to talk about. Since this encounter with myself, and the very personal agreement I made with my thoughts, which I now determine myself, I am on the way to love!

A thought is the worst thing that can happen to you.

MORE THAN MERE THOUGHTS

Once I had understood that neither the television nor the radio – not even my mobile phone and all the daily newspapers put together – were as interesting as I was, the next few days were a little unexpected. Within a very short time, my view of the world and of myself had changed completely. I would never have believed that I could live without the media. I noticed that I was no longer afraid. Suddenly, everything felt so free and easy. I was curious about this change, which seemed to have come about without me actually doing anything. I wanted to know more about myself so that I could interact with myself more easily. So, I stayed “close to myself”. That was a very wise decision, I realized later.

I had never really had anything to do with myself, or even had time to think about myself. It felt as though I was meeting myself for the very first time; up until then I had been wearing rose-tinted glasses. I had no idea what was going to come of it, but one thing I did know: things inside me could not stay the way they were at the moment. Something had to change, but how? No idea! At that moment, everything in me was shouting out towards the heavens, “Help! Who is going to save me?” It sounds stupid, but I was completely exhausted, everything was so chaotic, up and down the whole day long. When you experience that kind of thing, or rather recognize it in yourself, it shakes you up. It is a little like being woken up by a deafeningly loud alarm clock. I was whirling around in a sea of thoughts so violently that I actually wondered whether I was going to die. Had my time come? But I hadn’t even started to live properly! Was someone playing games with me, or had I missed something? These were the effects of the huge boomerang I had created for myself in my previous existence. A state of confusion still lay ahead of me, apart from the few insights that life had brought me so far. What now? It was like a slap in the face, this needs to completely rethink everything. I recognized that this chaos was the result of carelessness, neglect, disregard and forgetting myself. I had no idea where this different way of thinking had suddenly come from. Somewhere, at some point, certain words must have been uttered, words that a synapse in my brain had just been waiting to grasp hold of.

The inner reaction came quickly, at full speed. Something had broken away inside me; I suddenly had strange feelings without knowing where they came from. I just had to try and cope with it all. I did not recognize myself in this state! I had never experienced feelings, thoughts and realizations of this kind before. I sometimes even felt as though I was going mad. This thought was sobering and not very encouraging, and I felt like throwing myself onto the ground and beating it with both fists, shouting out “Why? Why?” whatsoever, I kept these absurd thoughts to myself. I noticed that complaining was getting me nowhere! I had to do something, but what? The first thing I decided to do was to slow down a notch. For me that meant deciding not to begin each day by showing the world what I wanted or proving what I was capable of. Instead, I waited for the day to show me what it had in store for me. Whether I would be able to recognize it straight away was another matter. First of all, I just wanted to set off and get away from myself – I mean, to stop thinking so much. It was no longer necessary for me to tell other people what to do – why should I? I simply had to learn to observe what happened of its own accord. I had to take care of myself, of course, but other people would have to find a way of coping on their own.

This course of action had certain advantages, because if I treated myself with more awareness, I was also likely to get along better with my neighbours. If I was content with myself, it would encourage others to relax and be the way they were.

And I would no longer need to criticise everyone and complain about them. I understood: everyone is the way he or she is! I congratulated myself for gaining this insight, which was to prove extremely beneficial to me. Another logical conclusion was that I would get to know my fellow human beings better as soon as I had more knowledge of myself. I would be able to see my environment far more clearly. That may seem a little difficult to understand at first, but it is not really. In the following chapters I will explain how, step by step, I began to experience my life more consciously, trying to understand the processes and connections that made up my life. I noticed from my own bodily reactions how simple life is if you take the time to do something for yourself each day. Five minutes are enough. You are worth five minutes of your time, I thought at the beginning of my journey towards self-recognition. I was delighted with myself for managing to set these five minutes aside. In the meantime, I have increased the five minutes to sixty a day. I have succeeded in finding a whole hour for myself, and I am very happy about that. In the beginning, I found it useful to read books that helped me to learn about myself. It was enough to read a page a day, understanding a little more as time went by. When it comes to personal well-being, it is already half the battle if you read - not only with your head, but also with your heart. At least, that was what I experienced, and it was wonderful. It felt like I was starting a whole new life. In fact, I believe that really was the case, because reading a page a day was only the beginning.

Within a short time, I had changed my life for the better, and my vale of tears had subsided. My bookshelf was becoming fuller from week to week, and I really began to understand what I was reading. I developed a different view of things, because I had never looked at my own actions from this angle before. Everything changed, it became easier, and all I had to do was to take a closer look. That is how I saw it then, and I continue to experience it in the same way today. There is nothing better than your own life.

Everything I have written in this book is based on things I have experienced in my own life, things I know more about now. Each individual will have his or her own experiences and insights, and that is exactly the way it should be. Every person is different, and every person has the right to be different. My stories are meant merely as tips for you. They are written from my point of view, because they are facts that I have experienced myself. They have given me the knowledge I needed to accept and use aspects of my daily daily life in a more relaxed, open-minded, understanding and perceptive way. If you have gone through several deep valleys in your own life, if you are asking yourself “Why me? How many more times do I have to go through this?”, then you are probably thinking that life is conspiring against you. But without going through these deep valleys, you will never experience the highest points of your life! Believe in yourself, even if it seems there is no way out. I thought exactly the same thing, but in the end, it was this very feeling of hopelessness that helped me out of my despair. Not knowing how to carry on helped me to find a way to carry on – it may sound paradox at first, but it was the solution. Looking back, I can say that I never knew what was coming next, what was going to happen. But it was always exactly the right thing, without me having to do anything. It was fascinating for me; it was unbelievable how one thing fitted into the next, how my life built itself up independently, and all I had to do was watch it happen. Before I realised that this was the way out of hopelessness, I had felt suffering and despair, which had almost made me give up. I had experienced such deep fear. I was so afraid, and I failed to recognise that my fear was only imagined; it prevented me from making decisions and freeing myself from my constraints. But in retrospect, I see that I had needed to suffer before I could begin to wish for a new beginning. I felt deep inside me that the suffering had in fact been good for me. My suffering had brought me the self-understanding I needed to recover from my lowest point.

I Thought suffering, as I call it, is only real suffering if it is recognised and ended after a certain period of time. Behind every period of suffering we experience, there is a chance for a new beginning. Suffering is necessary, because without it, happiness would have no meaning. In the same way, you can only experience love if you have been through fear. Without it, there would be no change and no feelings, life would simply stand still. Thoughts tell you how you should think and what you should think. All well and good for the beginning, but remember that thoughts can also make “mistakes”. Do not hesitate – recognise your mistakes and be authentic! The important thing we generally do not know, the thing that no one tells us, is that you can control your thoughts. As soon as I noticed that I could treat my thoughts like a piece of cake, I felt much better. I no longer had to accept every thought that came into my head; I did not even have to acknowledge it. All I had to do was to decide whether or not I wanted to take a bite out of this particular piece of cake, or whether I should say no, thanks, I’m not in the mood for you at the moment. If I noticed that a certain train of thought was not doing me any good, I simply put it to one side and forgot all about it.I often caught myself giving in to bad thoughts and said to myself, “Hey, thoughts, you are crazy “. I needed a kind of gatekeeper in my head, someone who would check my thoughts before they left my mouth. But where could I find this extraordinary, strong, self-confident, charming and life affirming person? The things that thoughts can do to a person if they are accompanied by anger, fear, despair and sadness! (I think we have probably all had negative experiences with our own thoughts.) I thought about the problems my thoughts had been causing me all these years, and it seemed that this process of being shaken up, this self-realisation, was a colossal change of direction in my life. I felt as though something incredibly beautiful was happening to me, I just was not yet able to understand it. I needed to find out a lot more about it. Everything suddenly felt different, much lighter, and perceptibly closer.

Where did all of this come from? What had changed in me? I was suddenly able to enter into a dialogue with myself; I was beginning to feel better. I realised that my thoughts had governed my life up to now, and that I had always assumed that that was the way it should be. My thoughts were the only thing I knew – up until now, at least – but that was about to change. I promised myself that.

Believe in yourself!

FOR BEGINNERS

Who is a beginner? What does a beginner want? I think a beginner can be a person who opts out. It is a person who has realised that life begins and ends with his or her own self. Speaking from experience, I can say that it is someone who wants to get out of something, because they have had enough. They have simply given up, they can’t go on any longer, it’s as simple as that. They have had enough because they can no longer cope with their life as it is. They hate it so much that they want out. They want something else, something lighter, something worth living for. Everyone has to decide for themselves what form it might take – a new way of life, a different existence, a new direction.

I decided on a new way of life. I wanted to escape from the rigid pattern of living that I had adopted. One day, out of the blue, I picked up a scrap of paper that had been torn out of a newspaper. The wind had blown the symbol of change right in front of my feet, and because this scrap of newspaper was sticking to my trouser leg, I had to bend down to remove it. I didn’t actually intend to look at what was written on it, but my eyes couldn’t help but read the large print: IF YOU KNOW WHAT YOU THINK, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.

What rubbish, I thought to myself. Whoever would think up something like that? But I also knew that there is no such thing as coincidence, because everything you encounter has a meaning. It is just that you don’t always know what it means, because you don’t take it seriously. The wind blows all kinds of things around, and it brings this ridiculous scrap of newspaper to me of all people? If I had known how important these words were to be to me for the rest of my life, I would have said thank you to the wind there and then. It sounds funny, saying thank you to the wind, but it is not really so strange. After all, the wind was responsible for my whole life changing, from one minute to the next. Yes, just a breath of wind, it hardly seems possible! The wind blows every day, sometimes more, sometimes less. But without knowing or influencing it in any way, I had found the way to happiness. And in the meantime, I have discovered that love is not far away from happiness. But I needed a while to find this out for myself.

First of all, I put the piece of paper in my trouser pocket without thinking anything about it. Four days later, I had to empty my pockets, because there was room for my trousers in the washing machine. Now I was holding the piece of paper again, and once I had read the word “think”, I couldn’t get it out of my head. It was basically clear to me that when I think, I know what I'm doing. Of course. So why had someone found it important enough to write this down, even putting it in capital letters? It just didn’t make sense to me – thinking and doing were more or less the same thing. Who should I ask? Who could explain the association between thinking and doing to me? Who? And suddenly it came to me – the wind had blown the note onto my trouser leg, so the wind would have to answer my questions. The next time I went for a walk in the woods, I asked the wind: Why did you bring the note to me, Mr. Wind? I waited, felt a slight draft of air in my face, but there was nothing to be heard. How can you come up with such a stupid idea anyway, to expect a reply from the wind? But as I waited and waited, I noticed that my thoughts began to think. And what they were thinking – well, someone must have told them what to say, mustn’t they? After a short time, clusters of thought began moving around in my head. I was quite alarmed by these thoughts in my head; they were jumping around from yesterday to today and from tomorrow to next year. Sometimes I had the feeling that I had completely lost all orientation.

Never before had I been so aware of the vast range of my thoughts as I was at that moment. The last time I went surfing was five years ago. I will go skiing again this year. My best New Year’s Eve party was 13 years ago. My feelings couldn’t keep up with the way my thoughts were dealing with blocks of time. Something seemed to have gone amiss in my cerebral cortex. Butwhat? I thought I would have to see who was responsible for this constant stream of thought. At this point, I began to take a closer look at my so-called ideas. New ideas were being produced all the time. I couldn’t keep up with them, couldn’t understand where they were coming from. They were just there, there was no room for boredom in my head, no rest, just a constant rush of thoughts that was almost unbearable. If I didn’t want to collapse, I would have to put the brakes on some time soon. I wondered how much longer all this was going to go on for. Up until now, I had never noticed anyone controlling my thoughts or paying attention to what I was thinking or saying. Were the things my thoughts were thinking even, right? Were these babbling thoughts actually all mine, or were they just repetitions of things that other people had said in the last few days?

Things that were no longer even important or true, because they had been discussed several days ago, or yesterday at the latest. There was nothing that was still relevant, nothing worth knowing, nothing new.

Simply because no one was controlling the thoughts, and nobody had asked for them. Why all this useless talk? I already knew what they would answer – “What else are we supposed to do? You don’t pay any attention to us, so we have to keep ourselves busy. There is the television and the newspapers, the radio and the neighbours’ gossip. What is wrong with you, that is life! It's enough for us, for sure, we can barely manage to process it all as it is. And we have to tell you all about what the neighbours think, what they tell us. The things they say about other people are really interesting!”

Well, I thought to myself. What incredibly interesting affairs my thoughts are occupied with. And where am I in all of this? Is there any significant information about me in all of these oh-so-important thought processes? No? Shame. I would quite like to have been present when my thoughts were thinking, at least one day a year could have been set aside to talk about me rather than what the neighbours were up to. We could have had a bit of a laugh while we were about it, I would have liked that. In the beginning at least, just to make me feel I was still alive. I decided that I would try to control my thoughts and words in future. Not when I had already begun to speak, but before, when I was thinking about what I was going to say. Once I began doing this, I suddenly found that I began to speak differently. I began to formulate more conscious sentences, real statements. I didn't usually talk very much. I didn’t really have very much to say. We all know what we need to do.

We can all help ourselves, and that makes us strong and flexible. I think I can help others with my suggestions, but if they don’t actually understand what I mean, then isn’t it better to do nothing? I discovered that remaining silent is often more helpful than trying to force my ideas onto someone else. In any case, I decided to keep my mouth closed more often than I had up until then. I made the observation that it was enough to observe. If I “just” watched others, they were more likely to become self-sufficient. They were able to do whatever that was right for them and feel more content with themselves, because they were developing their own strength. This book is for people who are curious, including those who have never heard or experienced anything about themselves.

People who do not generally perceive any more of themselves than the mirror image that looks back at them in the morning when they are brushing their teeth and washing their faces. I have written this book for people who have not yet noticed that there is more behind that face in the mirror than skin and bones. Their soul, their feelings are hidden behind it, the part of them that makes up their true self