To ensure the safety of exercise throughout the transmission line, the teacher always had to make sure that their students have all the necessary qualities of becoming a warrior, now the situation has changed.

Modern Masters is no longer required to maintain their transmission lines, that is, they have no need to look for a suitable successor.

In other words, although the teacher is still obliged to refer people to freedom, nothing makes it any students have personal or worry about whether have those who came for his instructions, necessary qualities for success.

 In turn, this means that now the teacher can afford to be more picky in choosing students, as even their complete absence will not have any value ...

Today, anyone can become a soldier, but only if it satisfies the requirements of the age. However, this does not prevent people from removing the only exercise that they find useful and enriching.

  Generally speaking, there is nothing wrong - on the contrary, it should be encouraged, achieving, however, understand that the lack of willingness to change and the desire to take only what you like, will never make a man a soldier.

    It is foolish to consider himself capable of what can a warrior, if this man is a warrior. Even if someone would be so unfair to myself that a hundred times a day to call himself a warrior, he had no way to fake perfection of the spirit of the warrior, or pretend that he has the power.

Sooner or later, man's actions show that all this - just a silly farce.

     If a person intends to claim their strength and become a warrior, not just to enrich their current lifestyle fragments teachings, he will learn how to perfect track itself. To do this, you must first ask yourself the question: "Do I really want to become a warrior? Am I willing to undergo a complete transformation? "

    If every cell of the human being cries out that there is no other way, he is really ready to make every effort to put these teachings into practice, regardless of whether

    many mishaps befall him along the way. It should be remembered that such failure does not matter, because they teach people more than random luck of the beginner.

 Reports of players about the game occurred in the second game the main holiday is celebrated all over the world: New Year celebration. But is there any holidays and weekends in the game of consciousness? This we know from the description of the player to play practical jokes ...

  I notice anger, irritation. The thought that if I listen to it, it should also. But how many times I come to that no one should, and already on the machine, let go of it, I repeat to myself that this may be what I feel at the same time feel - injustice, humiliation, and reject (I open, and a man all equally). I let it happen, feeling like myself and miss the one with which do not want to hold a conversation. Now when I remember, going back a sense, I do live, abdomen becomes easy. I give myself the love and the energy of this girl I do not need.

     I feel that somewhere I fail, it's loneliness, and I repeat to myself that I need this situation and these feelings, I need them to live, I will come to light through them, the situation is rapidly changing, the feeling is not there. (Of course, I have lived alone for some seconds do not have time), but the mood is. And the situation changed rapidly.

     I look at the characters around me at work, of course, the mind is indignant, but then I remember that this consciousness, and that is something I teach gives new draws strength and I am new angle I look at life, to know other face, get a new experience, reveals its dark areas.

    I saw that Maya so confusing that you begin to believe in what is happening and do not fulfill the mission of soul-love yourself, if you try to love yourself - that you meet with fears: dismissal, rejection, loneliness, poverty and death. Through this, and I need to go to fulfill the mission of the soul. I notice that when I'm not tied to work, all right, I'm not tired, I'm ready to lose it, I'm not bothered, and I love myself as I am! And I want to be unattached and now and be prepared to lose and be myself, with their own interests, rather than imposed formats, but the fear is strong and only I myself can pass through them, no help ...

    At once I was offered the post of reorganization with heavily modified duties. A little disappointed, but then I thought, that is not so bad - I did not cut my status has not changed, rather increased, where I worked, there is going to work. Analyzing why I feel sad, I realized that it's just too lazy to delve into something new, even though this is a new development opportunities.

    Practice 30 minutes. Stitching pain in the nape of the head. Picture valleys rather marsh, rare trees. Thought - frustration, wasted life. In the foreground there is a large broken tree. Immediately surprisingly - as it spent in vain? Thought - loneliness - the loneliness but it is a great opportunity, my life goes on, it is not in vain, she is mine, so what is, what should be, this is my experience. Next to the broken trees appears a young tree, which is growing rapidly. Relaxing. In the swamp forest begins to grow, it is becoming higher and thicker. I can see the top thick crown. A little scary, but interesting. Life is full of mysteries and a variety of options.

     At work I was beginning to irritate the nerve to the employee who has decided to come to 2 hours later, and does not want to come to do their job, her laziness. This keyword is triggering my motives. I do not allow myself to be lazy, lazy and enliven all my fears. People may be different, most likely it is also afraid, but something of his own. I went a decision situation and the employee, in the shower was quiet. This point is won, the task: to afford realized lazy.

    The toughest I have to control herself, my mind has driven me into the framework of social conditioning. This cell has crushes. I can not hear my heart, I'm worthless, I'm afraid to show emotions, I am not flexible, I'm a fool, I am not able to formulate any, nor speak beautifully. How painful to accept itself such. With me it is beginning to happen, something strange, as if a part of me is dying (death of a transformation). Difficulty breathing, crying, willpower allows all to happen, what is dying now - my established notions about life. I'm not a person that's for sure. Cage dwarf social conditionality opened, I can be different, I accept myself this right here and now.

    The dwarf did not want awareness, he regrets and suffering body. Yes, ego is very strong, our entire manifest world is sheer ego, now I understood their resistance. I give my consent to the soul to sit and listen more. He yawns again and whispering is pointless, that will be the result of your practice. The soul responds, "it does not matter, let it ride." Now I have the time.

    Had a quarrel with his eldest son, he spoke very rudely and pushed me away. I was at the event and experiencing feelings of the character hit his son on the cheek. STOP! I SEE! You could see and track initially fear. But I am involved doing what I'm doing. Mindfulness allows us not wallow in the demolition, accusations and guilt. Coming soon to suppress thoughts. I just do not believe it. And do not let the situation color: neither bad nor good. It happened what happened. This experience was nuzhen.Soznanie character lives through a sense of rejection.

     He does not argue. He goes into the other room. I am watching feelings and sensations. A little dizzy, a burning sensation in the chest. Ego excited. I say to myself: I do not believe these thoughts. (Head flew a huge wave of ideas as well there the woman and child). I need this experience. So Consciousness live through this situation experience delusions. I Breathe, and I repeat that all this is just the idea that consciousness through the body and soul of all living experience to live. Gradually, it becomes easier. It certainly does not compare with the early experiences before I was sick, and even vomit when enlivened by a sense of betrayal, rejection. Now everything goes much smoother. It is not so painful))). And when you realize that you are a prisoner of their own thoughts (trends, attitudes), it becomes even fun. I am writing to straight without delay. He went into the shower, and I undertook to describe the joy sostoyanie.Seychas rattling in his chest from what I have vision !!! see how consciousness subtly play out the situation, to live what is under the protection of a strong ego. Yes! Yes! Yes! I need this experience !!! And most importantly, I understand that further accusations it is a waste of precious time allotted to life in this incarnation. We have to live, live, live again and miss))). He returns from the shower tense, silent. I'm in a good mood, no longer the feelings and sensations in the body. I see how he relaxes, the joy comes from him. Begins to make me do massage, to smear cream.

        It happened really MAGIC - TIME stretched. Perhaps this has happened to me, but I have not seen! I am now deliberately played. First, I saw the draw. Secondly, there was no evaluation. Everything happened just flowed. This is a real drive!

       Blood gushed in my head I was just furious, there was the picture before my eyes, that I run into a stall and there is poured, this unfortunate sauce. I find it difficult to experience similar conditions and I was in a stupor because they do not know what to do next. Suddenly, in my mind paralyzed, I had the thought that I'm working on an increase in loving-kindness and I need to include more people and small animals. I first began to mechanically repeat the words of meditation "Let there be a woman from a stall full of loving kindness, be it safely ... Gradually, I more and more able to fill the image, meaning and sense of the word, and at one point, there was a deep compassion and understanding this woman. The thought occurred that is likely she does, because she has a fear that if it does not sell flawed or salable goods, then it will lose the work, and with it the means of livelihood, then awareness flowed tears and come quiet. I made a salad with some doom added to the sauce inside was not fake humility, I thought, "Well, if it is really so terrible, then throw and lettuce and sauce, without a trace of regret." Be wary tried First plug "Mmmm how tasty, spicy and a little unusual, but it is a combination of how I like" I am pleased to uplela plate with salad and again sniffed the sauce, the smell was really disgusting)) like this happens.

      Trying to completely trust yourself and life, the more there was a trust, the more joy, ease and relaxation in action. Sometimes my actions were completely illogical, for example, I could not finish one thing, switch to another, and then making some more, go back to the first, in spite of this, every action seemed completed and perfect. With this state, I felt, how to fill the power and energy

    By inertia, I'm not saying what I wanted to say for fear of offending and to conflict. I have not noticed, but yesterday in the airplane I "swallowed" her husband's sudden decision to sleep while flying. Although I would like to relax a little, too. After all, I'm with my daughter constantly and I need at least a small break sometimes. I'm looking forward to it. And he - to sleep. Express your bubnezh. Get in return: "Well, I beg you! Say no if you can not." Without taking his eyes. And I swallowed: All right, go to sleep! For a sandwich in 10 minutes he woke up. Now that's a sore throat and a full automatic position of the victim had not seen me. Generally in the plane, I was fast asleep, unconsciously assuming that the game is not on the plane. She remembered all just now.
     Why had not he said, might not recognize me ?! - That's bullshit. - Have I lived up to the moment when he began to be ashamed of me ?! - No, he's waiting for me. Immediately I heard trying to break the victim and feel sorry for me. She smiled. I realized that she was ready for any outcome, and stop thinking about it, turned around and went home. Come home and ask. Son came in an hour and contented, without undressing, ran to the kitchen - Mom, Gleb said that you still came, you saw how I acted? - No son, I did not have time. I looked into the class where you drank tea and said hello. - Oh, and I was not, I was going out of the boiling water. As a still mind is trying to turn everything inside out. Thank you for the rally.

     Today, my daughter's matinee in kindergarten. On the eve bought a dress "snowflakes" and now my daughter can not wait to wear it soon. A running ahead of me soon to a matinee. Funny, that's what it means to interest).

    I go back home and sit down again in practice for 30 minutes, 11: 00-11: 30. Warm sun, the whole room in a warm yellow light. This heat penetrates, watch your breath, note blocks in the body: the pressure in the temples, the tension in the back. The transformation takes place easily under external heat and domestic attention on the breath and the transformation of objects.

    I release the inner fuss, haste, the desire to run somewhere. I'm at home. It brings peace of mind throughout the day several events which I sincerely happy and surprised as a child. The house - a temple in which living body, and the body - a temple in which the soul lives. I have become more responsible and to his house, and to his body, taking care of them. I decided to wash the windows, including those on the bridge. Urine cloth one window, bend down to rinse it, and when looked back at the window, saw the glass frost. Surprise and delight. At this moment, all thoughts somewhere evaporate, it is a moment for some magic. On the bridge of the only window that can not be exchanged for plastic, they are single, in wooden frames, so cold immediately began to paint his paintings, cost me just add a little water. I can not remember the last time I saw such patterns, just as a child in his parents' house, we were also wooden windows.

    I walk into the room, drinking hot tea, my family has long been asleep. Now I go to the meditation room. I sit down on the pillow, look in the window. Outside, the storm begins. I do not want to close our eyes. I began to watch the breath at the same time looking out the window and listening to the body. From the swirling snow is very light, the wind shakes the trees. Attention is drawn to two thin birch trees standing side by side. They look so fragile that it seems as if the next gust of wind will break them. There is the thought of death, and I notice how the mind immediately drives away the idea that you created yourself. I whisper - do not be afraid, let's look at this fear. And now the fear goes into curiosity. I surprised by this change. The mind sends signals to the body to immediately stop this research: tingling in the heart. But I continue to watch. At some point, look no longer wanders, stop, I'm falling into some other world, close my eyes. Strange feeling. Fear not, peace of mind and confidence that all is well, there is no death, only the movement. One hiding behind the other. Through breath back, I open my eyes. Blizzard is gaining momentum. And I'm going to bed.

     All day long we are at home. I play the role of mistress of the house and dive into the care of the family. I prepare food, clean the house, play with my daughter, I communicate with her husband. I'm more like the process, I increasingly give up the role. On the retreat seen as the Pearl decorate dishes as delicious to eat freshly cooked food. It definitely requires personal strength, without it nothing happens. I throw vanity and planning, trying to be in the present moment, and as little as possible "fall out" of it during the day. All day cook fresh food, decorate her husband happy, my daughter helps. I give myself the whole family. I feel their joy and gratitude to the inside. Doing something for others with love, I really do it for herself. I open my heart. I enjoy the process. At the end of the day I feel tired, but it's nice, and I let that be tired. I sit down on the sofa and embracing her husband watch movies.

        Father manifests negative intellect, communicating with her husband and all communication is reduced to the criticism of an event, things. Before, I always wanted to change his mind and say that life in general is not so black. Now I am watching with interest the manifestation of this, knowing that his father - a reflection of myself. From this it is somehow even fun to hear him growl, it gets some good shade.

    At home, the sisters go to drink tea with cake, the older children went outside and AA for some time remained the only child. She was bored, pulled my hand away from the table, I'm trying to discourage her from himself and "rest" at the table. I notice that it reject it. I walk her into the room, on the floor scattered small toys from Kinder. I sit down with my daughter on the floor and start with it, consider toys, so much so plunge into the process, I feel myself like a child. Fun! Comes mother sits down with us, and then the room looks a father, he hesitantly standing in the doorway, I invite him to us and he plays a bit with us, considering the toys. Come, my other sister and her son, and now we have a room full of adults and children, to understand these little toys. Interest excitement I feel at the moment, I'm in it!

    And then I see that in the ambulance on the snow is a big black bag - a bag of putrid. A chill runs through the back. I feel the fear of death. Houses sit in practice, still thinking about death, I feel this fear. I allow it to be during practice watching how it affects the body as there are blocks - heavy breathing, chest pressure, rapid pulse, throwing hot and numb legs. The head becomes heavy and I feel like this is not possible to think soberly, fear quickly immobilizes the body clouds the mind. At the end of the practice like a dog after a dip in the water, "I shake" with yourself these feelings, breathing deeply and fully transferring attention from the blocks on the breath. The body calms down. It is the strongest of fears.

    Today I have an event - go to the governor's reception. On this occasion, planned a campaign to shop for a dress ... Suddenly, my attention was attracted by a mannequin dressed in a beautiful lush dress with lace patterns. I like it. But the seller is not there, and I pass by, at what thoughts go through, most likely it is I can not afford it, there's a design of the shop. The thought angered. What does the shop ?! I choose to dress! I come back. I turn around the dummy and finally find a price, this dress I can afford. It remains to wait for the seller to try on outfit. He passes by a girl who is interested in the seller neighboring department, but when the store opens. And she looks at it as a dress. And then somewhere escapes. At that time, he returns to the seller and I'm taking the dressing gown, the other girl on the return looks frustrated. When I wake up, instead of pity excitement. And I buy a dress. I looked at my watch - my designated time for leaving the store =) ... I do not see anybody with whom I could talk. So - one so alone. It is necessary to play. I have a very beautiful dress, I like it and I feel wonderful. I go to his place, smiling. Starts concert ... I spent a wonderful evening ... went home and sat in practice in a very excited state, a sense of flow, I'm in the flow that live in the stream, not resisting it - very cool and interesting.

     In general, I felt frustration, resentment, disappointment, indifference. I wondered if I should at all to do with such an attitude to me. Then came the next thought - take it as a hoax. In fact, the game has just begun, and it's a great draw. Offended by the teacher, but it's a classic psychology. I am watching bodily sensations and emotions. The feeling of nausea and aversion. I focused on the sensations of the body and felt soft, warm, viscous substance just below the solar plexus. It was very real. I saw this gray mass, felt her warmth. When I saw her I really wanted, what would she left my body. All my resentment became unimportant to me. From my desire to gray mass paused, stopped, and felt as if disappeared. I wanted to get rid of all the "dirt", which is in my body. Which to me will come to mind? What I'm going to have feelings? I think that neither the promised enjoyment of life or looking for love keeps me on this path. I'm skeptical about a lot, maybe it's a psychological defense. Unexplained curiosity - my main incentive. Love the teacher - an external source. My task is transformation. I became serious about practice.

    I missed practice between games. I thought to deduct points or not. I feel the resistance control. I would like to turn this into a joke. For example, playfully not subtract 4, and 2 points for skipping practice between games, it's Game. I watch yourself. It's hard to describe this condition, it looks like petlyanie or evasion, takes energy. It's a fine thing, and prevents the Way.

    Husband comes after work. From the way he walked, like a slightly nodded and smiled at me, and in all his movements, I feel aggression towards me. This is not the first time and I know what to do. I used to feel abandoned and tried to arrange it for themselves, that only increased his aggression. Seeing it is not love, I tried to get her, asking questions, sympathizing with him. Those. my energy activities were horizontal. My husband is a good coach for me and a lot of things I began to receive with it. So now, feeling his aggressiveness, I did not participate in this. This is a temporary state of his, not mine. I do not take responsibility for the state of her husband and internally I build myself upright. I did not have the feeling that I have experienced before in similar situations - guilt, anxiety that I do not like. In this situation, I did not attempt to get love from outside. And through any time I see my husband calmed down. I do not seem to me whether all this - I think. And my husband casually said that he had now to pay part of the money of knee them to buy a house, pay for their employees because he has not received a check from the government proper. Buying a home - that's my idea. That's why I have the word of his aggression. It was his feeling of anxiety, a desire to protect. "Well, what did you have money in the account" - I support it. Inside, I was warm and comfortable, I was touched by her husband's concern and excitement about me, although at the beginning it looked different.

     I felt uncomfortable, because scented candle in a ceramic case, presented to me by Phil worth at least $ 30, I thought. I do not deserve it. (Another belief got out to the surface - "Love must be earned"). And yesterday, my husband gave me money for a Christmas gift. I saw that he was pleased that he has the opportunity to show your love to me. "Quite rightly, as I have suffered with him," I -Think.

About how the players play consistently throughout the week, talking points accumulated by the end of their game.
Accumulated points can be used only if the player has shown discipline and high performance. At the heart of self-discipline is the will, commitment.
At the end of each game, you have to admit that is weak, if you can not make a regular practice (and not illusions passes through justification).
Or see what your level of personal power to add, if you can do the practice regularly.
So, this week, the most stable game showed Seven players (until the article is in the status update, the list will change):

1. Joke 27 points - 99-100% return game

2. Flower 25 points - 70% of the return game

3. leiyang 22 points - 87% of the return game

4. Hati 22 points - 80% of the return game

5. Volcano 22 points - 80% of the return game

6. Rainbow 20 points - 90% of the return game

7. Tara 20 points - 80% of the return game...

closes the game in this game, the three players: ...

1. Light 15 points - 75% of the return game

2. Echo 13 points - 75% of the return game

3. Source 5 points - 80% of the return game

With a fairly high degree of impact in the game, all the players, however the difference between the first Seven players from last trio?

Among other qualities:

1. Self-discipline

2. Vision !!! (They see a greater number of draws and play them).

 ARTICLE IS STATUS game passed.