BEST COUNSELLING BOOK OF THE YEAR!
The 9 Steps to Emotional Fitness,
a tool-kit for life in the 21st century

Excerpts
 taken from various chapters from the book
.

 LET ME OUT OF HERE

Deep inside you the real you is trying to get out and connect with others.  Once, maybe years ago, you were authentically, wonderfully you.  Then something happened.  You grew up and in the process your essential self became swamped in a morass of other people's egos.

The journey into our emotions, into 'inner space' is possibly the last great journey left for humankind.  It is certainly the most important ever taken.  Imagine if we were all secure within ourselves, were able to be authentic and at the same time take full responsibility for our own actions.  Imagine if we understood and could articulate our deepest wishes and treat ourselves and others with the same honorable respect.  Just imagine. 

This is the journey that I have traveled for the past thirty years.  This is the belief and the imagination that has drawn me to work with others on their own journeys of self-discovery.  One step at a time this world can become a better place.  It can be fun, and the most enjoyable experience of your life.  It can sometimes be a long, hard and rocky journey fraught with disappointments and setbacks.  Is it worth it?  Ask anyone who has taken the road less traveled and you will know that it is.  The beauty and the revelations along the way make it so.  When will the journey end?  Hopefully never, and you will be paving the way for others as you open up more possibilities for yourself.  Along the way your relationships will blossom as never before and you are likely to feel and have the success you desire. 

The remarkable stories of most people's lives hardly ever get told or seen as remarkable.  Once you start to listen to those stories you begin to recognize something.  You begin to see that the people you thought you knew are far more than you ever imagined.  What you have been seeing is the outer manifestation of all the layers that have masked the real person inside.  When you hold out your hand to reach inside you find a being that has experiences, emotions, ideas and dreams that will amaze you.  Even more amazing is the recognition when it comes, that you too have an inner story with the potential to inspire others just as much as any Everest climber.  The metaphor of the highest peak in the world is often used to show us the achievements of others and how it is possible to overcome the greatest challenges of our life.  Most of us more familiar with the mundane challenges of everyday life may not easily make the connection with ourselves, yet the stories I have heard of the inner journeys made by apparently otherwise unremarkable people have made the scaling of Everest seem almost irrelevant.  It is the uniqueness of each journey, of each inner discovery and each personal achievement that is its true value.  For the true value of each life in its own unique experience.

Buy It



Find out More
 


THE ROAD TO DISCOVERY

The search for meaning is as old as humanity.  It is partly what defines human begins as distinct from other forms of life on earth.  The search has been through spiritual growth and understanding, and the search for deities and stories that explain the universe and the human condition.  Ancient philosophies and systems developed prayer and reflection, mediation and ritual.  In every society and ever age since humans have left their mark, there is evidence of this search for meaning.  We are all affected in some way now, whether at a conscious or unconscious level by the beliefs and stories of the Hebrews, of the ancient Greeks, of Eastern philosophers, of the Aboriginals of the Americans and the South Pacific and the tribes of Africa, of the religions of Judaism, Hinduism, Islam, Christianity, Buddhism and many other.

As a child I was fascinated with characters like the young shepherd boy David who single-handedly defeated the giant Goliath with a slingshot and thereby helped the Hebrews conquer the Philistines.  I recall trying to make a slingshot with a piece of bandage and a pebble.  It never worked well and I missed my target and the whole point of the story.  But that didn't matter at the time.  What I construed at a deeper level was that I might not be as insignificant as I thought I was.  After all, if David could do that and later on become king of Israel, didn't it mean that I might get to be someone of significance?  The stories and symbology of Jesus left me with one important message, that of loving your neighbour as yourself.  I had no idea what that meant.  Loving myself was not something I could grasp.  How could I love my  nighbours?  I didn't even know them?  Yet love as a concept stayed with me until, through a process of awakening what had been dormant for so long, I discovered it as a reality within myself.  After bible stories I read the tales of the Greek mythological heroes and journeyed with them in my childhood fantasies.  Did I understand the significance?  Not at all.  But I must have absorbed something into my sub-consciousness, since my search for the Golden Fleece of the mysterious inner self has been in its own way, just as epic a journey.  An uncle gave me the poems of Omar Khayyam when I was about eleven years old.  The impact on my was enormous.  I struggled to understand the meaning of the words because I knew that they were telling me something important.  I had a glimmer even then that the answers to my unformulated but painful questions were to be found, not from outside me, but from within.

Joseph Campbell who studied myths and how the reveal our own inner mysteries to us tells the story of a tigress who, pregnant and weak with hunger came across a herd of goats.  She chased one of them, but exhausted she collapsed and gave birth to a baby tiger before she died.  The goats came back to investigate and following their maternal instinct, cared for the tiger cub, which was brought up believing he was a goat.  He ate grass, which was bad for his digestive system, bleated and grazed quietly with the other goats.  A couple of years later another tiger attacked the herd and was surprised to come across the spectacle of a weak-looking tiger among the scattering goats.  The big tiger took the youngster to a pond and showed him his reflection.  "See, you're a tiger.  You don't eat grass and you don't bleat.  Now eat this meat."  The young tiger protested timidly, but forced some meat down himself and surprised when he blurted out a roar.

The story is one that shows how we might see ourselves, surrounded and absorbed by our community as goats when we are really tigers.  It takes reflection; it takes a new way of looking at thing often with the help of someone wiser and more experienced than ourselves.  It takes a different diet of understanding before we might get to recognize who we really are.  Perhaps we are all tigers imagining that we are goats, because that is what we have been told we are.  The problem is that as soon as we roar in the midst of goats they all run away.  The secret is to be the tiger and keep it to yourself or to join with other tigers.

Suppose that at the start of your next conversation the other person you were with said to you, "why don't I just listen to what you have to say for fifteen minutes, then maybe you will listen to me for fifteen and afterwards we can each say what we heard the other talk about?"  Bizarre?  Maybe, but when you try this you will discover that something happens.  You will find yourself feeling listened to.  You will feel yourself trusted when the other person shares with you.

This first of the five Listening Power stages is possible the most unusual.  Yet without it, it is hard for real listening to take place because there is no that it will happen.  Listening begins when a contract is established. 

Why do I put such an emphasis on listening in the first place?  Because I believe that listening opens the door to self-understanding, inner security, empowerment and ultimately the development of each individual to be the authentic, unique and greatest person he or she can be.  In seemingly tiny ways, every time we listen something great happens.  Relationships are transformed. 

Every time a father really listens to his small son instead of telling him what he should be doing, the boy grows to become a little more confident, a little more understanding, a little more able to see that men are patient and loving.

When a teacher listens to her student rather than criticizing her for turning in poor work, the student gets to feel less of a failure, more of a person worthy of attention, more motivated to continue with a challenge, more likely to seek support.

When a boss listens to an employee instead of giving instructions, the employee becomes more willing to offer ideas, to find creative solutions, to take initiatives and to play a full role in the team.

When husbands and wives, or partners in other committed relationships truly listen to each other instead of maintaining a conversational plateau of superficiality or a truce of silence, they will understand each other better, grow in each other's company and strengthen their connection as a couple, while developing as individuals.

All this listening starts with a contract.  It is easy as one person saying (or showing) that he or she wants to be listened to and the other saying, "yes, I'll listen."

The transforming of negative thoughts, feelings and actions into positive ones is one of the most powerful and liberating processes that we can experience.  In the concentration camps of Nazi Germany, Eugene Heimler discovered that he could survive in a totally negative environment by recalling his earlier happy life and by being determined to make a positive contribution in the future.  The result was that he made several attempts to escape, allowing himself to retain his sense of who he was.  Fortunately for him and for us he neither escaped (when he would surely have been caught and shot nor were his attempts discovered.

I transformed my own experience of an unhappy childhood in which my mother and other close family members died before I was ten into one where I rediscovered the love that I had received from those family members.  I found that not only can one transform the present; it is also possible to transform the past.  How we view the future has a strong bearing on how we live in the present.  The pessimist sees the future in a negative light, which means that he or she experiences the present negatively.  Time has nothing to do with our progress or our development in emotional terms.  Past, present and future are all one, since it is our own thoughts and feelings that make time a continuum.  Once I changed my perception of my childhood and transformed it into a happy one, my future looked much brighter and my present was, still is and always will be fulfilled and joyful in spite of what my be going on around me.  That's not to say I always feel great, but I know that my life is, in essence, far more full of satisfaction than it is of frustration.

Buy It



Find out More


 

STORYTELLING - ONCE UPON A TIME...

Over 25 years ago, I sat on a train as it pulled out of a station in the small town in southeast England where I had been living.  It was a misty, grey October day that is so typical of that part of the world.  This was no typical day in my life.  My suitcase was stuffed with most of my personal belongings.  I was leaving my home for good after the breakdown of my first marriage of 15 years.  I felt numb.  Part of this was the sense of failure that I carried; mostly it was the intense grief I felt at leaving my children behind.

I kept questioning in my mind how I could possibly be doing this.  Although I knew it to be right for me and my wife, if both of us wanted to feel more fulfilled, I could not reconcile my actions with my love for my daughters.  My older daughter, then ten years old, had said to me days before, "Dad, don't stay together for us."  Those words scorched themselves into my brain, while the silent tears of my younger daughter were life a fist grabbing at my heart.

As the train gathered pace and sped through the moist countryside of Kent, my mind raced with memories of my own childhood, trying somehow to make sense of what I was doing.  I had always known that I had good recall of my early years.  I found a notebook in my case and started to jot down a few words to remind me of some of those early events and experiences in my life.  I wrote down six or seven then another twelve, then more.  The list grew beyond my imaginings, until I had written eighty or more words or brief phrases that reminded me of my childhood, all before the age of ten.

Something began to happen to me at that point.  Here I was, consciously doing the hardest thing I had ever done in my life in leaving my children, and I was thinking and making notes on my own childhood.  So much came flooding back to me.  I gradually began to understand, in a clearer way than I ever had before, that the man I had become was connected to the boy I had been, in more ways than I had cared to see.  Before the train had taken me to my temporary new destination, I started to write a story of my memory fragments.

Over the next few years, and many train journeys on my commutes to work, I completed the manuscript of what has become a book, consisting essentially of over 100 short stories, chronologically ordered, of a young boy's experience of life; all my personal and emotional recollections from before I was ten years old.  I called it Bender's Box, since my great-grandfather featured prominently in the stories.  He had an old metal box in which he kept his medals and other treasured items.  His name was Isaac Bender, know to all al 'Daddy Bender'.  I gave a copy to my father on his 70th birthday, and to my daughters, by then in their twenties.

When I came to Canada I sought ways of connecting with people, and discovered a writers' group meeting in a bookstore.  I went along and was invited to return the following week, bringing something with me to read to the group.  This was nerve-wracking.  I had not originally intended my writings to be read by anyone else, other than my immediate family, and certainly had not envisioned myself reading to a group of practiced writers for critiquing.

The result was extraordinary.  At first I received some positive and helpful feedback in terms of the writing.  Then people began to relate some of their own personal childhood experiences.  The rest of the evening was a sharing of these stories, until we has to call it to a halt when the owner of the bookstore wanted to close up.  My initial reaction was of some dismay.  I had wanted the feedback, and knew that others there had things to read.  Then I realized that an important chord had been struck.  On subsequent weeks, whenever I read from Bender's Box, the same thing happened.  Later, I decided to run storytelling evenings, and then, because of the response, I included storytelling as one the processes of Emotional Fitness.

Buy It


 

Find out More

Emotional Fitness Institute Inc.
A Tool-kit for Life
Phone: 403-245-5463 or toll free 1-866-310-3348(EFit)

Privacy Policy