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lkwdblds

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What a beautiful poem, an inspiring concept!!

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A Bridge of Love

11.03.2010

(c) 2010 by Heidrun Beer



a deeply knowing brother holds my hand
whose other hand is touching our root
(connecting through a man of light, who's
standing in between) - he leads me in
transcending human ways: how life
is to be seen.

my other hand again is holding you,
who still is based in healthy human views;
and on your other hand there is a girl,
struggling with human error, human pain...
and she again holds people who are out
of sight... each one of us is holding two.

I see a chain, where all of us receive
from higher up and give to those below,
a line of life, as long as we can keep
in touch and do not tire to feed the flow.

if only we don't let each other slip away
and our hands do never fail to firmly hold
this bridge of love: who knows, one day
we may prevail in reaching all the way

down into the abyss of hell, and lift our
sister souls back up to their abode above,
from which so long ago so terribly they fell.



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Heidrun - What a beautiful concept and inspiring poem, what is more, it undoubtedly serves as a metaphor for a true model of where we find ourselves. I'll bet the German version is equally if not more beautiful. Send it over for us Germaphobes such as me, and as I recall, Leon.
Lakey
 
Auditing, People, and Street Smarts

Carmelo - You have given us an outstanding, quite thorough and entertaining essay on "STREET SMARTS", how you got them in particular and how one would get them in general. Also, both you and your Dad seem to have had no trouble in not conforming to middle class ideals to and also to breaking away from the crowd and doing what you though was best not what the school teachers or society thought constituted good citizenship.

You never have mentioned your "Religious Practice". It must have been Cathololic, right? Did your Dad ever buy into that and did you ever buy into it? Did you do scouting, take music lessons or any of that stuff?

As a kid ** once I started going to school** I was a fish out of water. While all my friends were doctors, professors, insurance salesmen' kids. I was a farm boy. Our house didn't look like theirs. I didn't look like them. I didn't dress like them. I was used to working hard every day. When I hit school, I was immediately hit with feeling degraded for lack of a product daily. Just grinding monotony of sitting around twiddling my thumbs.

Just to balance this a bit: I still have friends that I made in kindergarten. My best friend in first grade introduced me to the YMCA. it took me fifteen years to see the humor in that. His name was Dave Bluhm. (YMCA = Young Mens' Christian Association, Dave Bluhm was Jewish)

To make matters worse, I was usually the youngest kid in my class / grade. No matter what, I was a square peg with a bunch of round holes or vice versa. It wasn't fun.

I tried learning violin. I was awful. In an assembly with 600 other kids singing Christmas carols, the guy next to me asked me "Do you have to sing so loud?" In junior high school I tried to learn guitar. I couldn't hear the notes. Musically, I'm a flat ball bearing.

As to religion, I was so clueless, until I was 20, I thought Jewish was a Christian sect. I had been inside of churches maybe ten times (mostly for weddings and funerals) by the time I was a teenager. I didn't know that Easter was a time when Jesus rolled the rock back from the cave, if he sees his shadow, we have four more weeks of winter.

I remember in elementary school, my friend's mother calling my mother because I had told him there was no "God." I looked at a new church going up down the street as a blight on the neighborhood.

When I did find out that Jews weren't Christians, it explained a lot to me. Most of my friends were Jewish.

By the time I hit fourteen, I had pretty much resolved all my issues with schooling. I was absent consistently a week at a time. When I wasn't in school, I read. I read Thoreau, Emerson, Alan Watts, Aldous Huxley, A.S. Neil, William F. Buckley, Jr., U.S. News and World Report, the op ed page of the paper. I devoured the columnists in the San Francisco Chronicle - Herb Caen, Stanton Delaplane, Charles McCabe.

When I was in a little antiques store in Hilo, a couple of years ago, I found an old travel book with a clipping of an old Stanton Delaplane article. I bought the book just for the column. Stanton Delaplane was the travel writer who brought "Irish Coffee" to America. If you ever get to San Francisco, take the Powell St. cable car to the end of the line. The BV, Buena Vista, as it's known stops across the street. join the crowds of people and order an Irish coffee. This is where it was born in the USA, and where it is a practicing religion. Thanks to Stanton Delaplane, Chron columnist.

A KEY DIFFERENCE BETWEEN US You learned from your Dad while, like with so many other youth, I thought I was smarter than my Dad. My Mom and Dad paid lip service to Judaism and sent us to Sunday School and they lived through the Great Depression and WWII and idolized Franklin Roosevelt and hated the Republican party, as being only for the rich, and were committed Democrats their entire lives.

My Dad was a committed Dad but never sat down and tried to teach me that the "system" had corruptness in it and how to "play the game" and take advantage of the system. I learned all the standard information given to any "good American" and accepted it ALL at face value. Here again, empirically, it made sense to accept the American Ideal as being the proper way to live. Being about 11 years older than you, my awareness as a kid started just as WWII was ending and how glorious life in America was as I started elementary school. AMERICA WAS JUST LIKE A NORMAN ROCKWELL PAINTING Like the Chevy commercial says, it was baseball, apple pie and Chevrolet and maybe Ford too. The only obvious detrimental factor to me were the Jim Crow laws in the South.

As a child before I reached school age, I had many friends and grown ups around me who were Japanese, Italian, Chinese, and Slovenian farmers. I was well acquainted with hard work and different cultures without them being different. I just knew them as how things were. Sushi, spaghetti, candied ginger were all part of my diet in addition to meat and potatoes-- not to mention tons of fruit and vegetables fresh from the field, picked by my own hand.

I like Norman Rockwell, but my childhood was more ethnically diverse.

Going to Disneyland in 1956 was like Wonder Bread, all homogenous white people. I love Disneyland, don't get me wrong. I've been going at least once a year since I was five. Many years we've done season passes. But Disneyland was lilly white. going to Disneyland today is a different story. It is so much nicer to have all the blends in cultures and races. I'm a big fan of diversity.

Furthermore knowing a lot of Japanese Americans, knowing how hard working, honest, friendly they are as a culture *** and *** knowing that they had all been imprisoned for the war with all their land taken away didn't give me a very warm and fuzzy feeling for FDR or Earl Warren (WWll Governor of California).

The alternate views to America all seemed evil and threatening. We had just taken out Nazism, Japanese Imperialism and Fascism. Our world was nearly perfect. The one alternative to our way of life, was Communism as practiced in the USSR and later in China. Communism seemed nearly as bad as Nazism. We were all died in the wool Americans. If we could just obtain racial equality in America and ease the threat of Communism, life appeared Idyllic. I did not like how the Indians were treated by the European Whites but just sort of that aside as another form of racism which had to be cleaned up.

It was in this tradition that I was raised and I bought into it. I never would do anything out of the box such as smoke pot (well they did not even offer until I was in my 20's). I would have willingly served in the Viet Nam war although, working in aerospace, I was able to escape being drafted. TO SUM IT UP BRIEFLY, I HAD NO STREET SMARTS AND NO KNOWLEDGE HOW TO PLAY THE GAME other than to be a "Miss Goodie Twoshoes." My parents were just there in the background, just kind and decent people always doing what they could to support me and my Brother. They really did not try and mold me and had they tried, I thought they were old fashioned and probably would not have listened.

I wasn't molded. i was educated by absorbing what was going on around me. When I was wearing patchouli oil, bell bottoms, and turtle necks smoking a joint, I didn't fit the molds my parents had. They granted me the beingness to make my own mistakes. It was only in my last semester of high school that my mom stopped lying for me on notes to the school as to why I had been absent. all through my schooling she had written that I had been sick. In the last semester, she peculiarly started writing the truth. I had gone to the beach, the City, etc. I was an honor student and we weren't fucked with, so it didn't actually matter. It was a funny encounter when the Vice Principal realized that I wasn't sick anymore, but just as absent. He confronted me in my physics class. The teacher said to him that I get straight As, it doesn't seem to hurt me.

Your ability to see and deal with the underbelly of life and people stood you in good stead. You were able to evaluate both the good and the bad in Scientology objectively. For me, I was a set up, a patsy for them. I believed virtually every claim made at my Intro Lecture.

SCIO's MONEY BACK GUARANTEE - I was told that C of S had a money back guarantee. I asked myself how it could be a con game if one could get his money back if the subject did not work. I just figured that if it did not work, people would just ask for their money back and leave and the "Church" would have shut down years ago instead of being in the process of celebrating their 20th anniversary. I just figured either it was a con game or it worked, just two choices, black or white. Hubbard had it figured out so perfectly, to get people in on a gradient and give them tools, such as the TR's, the ARC triangle and the Tone Scale which they could use right away and get results with and then promise them the big major gains further up the line.

Well,Carmelo, thanks for your PRIMER on how to develop STREET SMARTS and not fall for the PR of something and to see the potential ugly underbelly of things. For younger people reading your post, if they duplicate what you say, their lives will certainly be greatly enhanced.

Knowing that people are good, but are capable of bad makes for a more real auditing climate. If you are trying to erase all bad and evil, you are setting up a dichotomous personality. it's really much better to own the full spectrum.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VucczIg98Gw&feature=related
 
Heidrun - What a beautiful concept and inspiring poem, what is more, it undoubtedly serves as a metaphor for a true model of where we find ourselves. I'll bet the German version is equally if not more beautiful. Send it over for us Germaphobes such as me, and as I recall, Leon.
Lakey

-phobe
combining form
denoting a person having a fear or dislike of what is specified : homophobe | xenophobe.
ORIGIN from French, via Latin -phobus from Greek -phobos ‘fearing,’ from phobos ‘fear.’


philo or phile is love, which is the word ending you wanted
 

hbeer

Patron with Honors
Heidrun - What a beautiful concept and inspiring poem, what is more, it undoubtedly serves as a metaphor for a true model of where we find ourselves. I'll bet the German version is equally if not more beautiful. Send it over for us Germaphobes such as me, and as I recall, Leon.
Lakey


Hi Lakey,


sorry, no german version! It's brand new, I'm writing for an English speaking audience these days.

But thank you for your friendly words!



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And on this "Who or what would item represent?" The PC invariably found a "What" in relation to his own behaviour or his own conditions of existence that got restimulated by the actions of the other person and caused what appeared to be the symptons of a "Potential Trouble Scource" as it was later called.

- John McMaster

let me just add that the "what" is generally speaking a symptom or condition of or sub set of or the basic negative side of his GPMs.

In other words his / her Achilles' Heel.

If you are a person who works for love and runs from hate, someone calling you a bad housekeeper is not going to send you over the deep end.

On the other hand if order versus chaos are your items, the statement as above, will send you over the cliff.

It is important, in order to be (word) bulletproof, to know your core dichotomy. If you know your weakest point of relating to others and the dynamics, you can own it better, and become less the effect of similar opposition terminals. forgive the jargon. I can't seem to just use English.

Glad you made this post. :thumbsup:

Yesterday I clipped together Panda's & RogerB's comments re GPMs with the key data from the McMaster & Schiottz PTS Handlings. I've been reading them together, line charging, and cogniting ever since. It's a whole new light on GPMS/PTS for me and one that makes a great deal of "structural" sense. Nothing succeeds like conceptual understanding. :)


Mark A. Baker
p.s. I didn't realize your Aunt Hortense was an "Old Pro". :whistling:
 
Glad you made this post. :thumbsup:

Yesterday I clipped together Panda's & RogerB's comments re GPMs with the key data from the McMaster & Schiottz PTS Handlings. I've been reading them together, line charging, and cogniting ever since. It's a whole new light on GPMS/PTS for me and one that makes a great deal of "structural" sense. Nothing succeeds like conceptual understanding. :)


Mark A. Baker
p.s. I didn't realize your Aunt Hortense was an "Old Pro". :whistling:

so give with the cogitations
 
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lkwdblds

Crusader
Some Comments

As a kid ** once I started going to school** I was a fish out of water. While all my friends were doctors, professors, insurance salesmen' kids. I was a farm boy. Our house didn't look like theirs. I didn't look like them. I didn't dress like them. I was used to working hard every day. When I hit school, I was immediately hit with feeling degraded for lack of a product daily. Just grinding monotony of sitting around twiddling my thumbs.

Just to balance this a bit: I still have friends that I made in kindergarten. My best friend in first grade introduced me to the YMCA. it took me fifteen years to see the humor in that. His name was Dave Bluhm. (YMCA = Young Mens' Christian Association, Dave Bluhm was Jewish)

To make matters worse, I was usually the youngest kid in my class / grade. No matter what, I was a square peg with a bunch of round holes or vice versa. It wasn't fun.

I tried learning violin. I was awful. In an assembly with 600 other kids singing Christmas carols, the guy next to me asked me "Do you have to sing so loud?" In junior high school I tried to learn guitar. I couldn't hear the notes. Musically, I'm a flat ball bearing.

That's surprising since you seem to be very heavily into music and musicians.As to religion, I was so clueless, until I was 20, I thought Jewish was a Christian sect. I had been inside of churches maybe ten times (mostly for weddings and funerals) by the time I was a teenager. I didn't know that Easter was a time when Jesus rolled the rock back from the cave, if he sees his shadow, we have four more weeks of winter.

I remember in elementary school, my friend's mother calling my mother because I had told him there was no "God." I looked at a new church going up down the street as a blight on the neighborhood.

When I did find out that Jews weren't Christians, it explained a lot to me. Most of my friends were Jewish.

A lot of people say this, Sandfly has a lot of Jewish friends and my ex wife, though half Jewish and half Catholic, she was not aware that her Dad was raised an orthodox Jew and dropped the religion after WWI. She grew up in France and her Mom was a non practicing Catholic and her Dad told her he was an aethiest and yet almost all her friends at school were Jewish.

By the time I hit fourteen, I had pretty much resolved all my issues with schooling. I was absent consistently a week at a time. When I wasn't in school, I read. I read Thoreau, Emerson, Alan Watts, Aldous Huxley, A.S. Neil, William F. Buckley, Jr., U.S. News and World Report, the op ed page of the paper. I devoured the columnists in the San Francisco Chronicle - Herb Caen, Stanton Delaplane, Charles McCabe.

A good "A" list to read from. Great personalities with great minds!

When I was in a little antiques store in Hilo, a couple of years ago, I found an old travel book with a clipping of an old Stanton Delaplane article. I bought the book just for the column. Stanton Delaplane was the travel writer who brought "Irish Coffee" to America. If you ever get to San Francisco, take the Powell St. cable car to the end of the line. The BV, Buena Vista, as it's known stops across the street. join the crowds of people and order an Irish coffee. This is where it was born in the USA, and where it is a practicing religion. Thanks to Stanton Delaplane, Chron columnist.



As a child before I reached school age, I had many friends and grown ups around me who were Japanese, Italian, Chinese, and Slovenian farmers. I was well acquainted with hard work and different cultures without them being different. I just knew them as how things were. Sushi, spaghetti, candied ginger were all part of my diet in addition to meat and potatoes-- not to mention tons of fruit and vegetables fresh from the field, picked by my own hand.

I like Norman Rockwell, but my childhood was more ethnically diverse.

Going to Disneyland in 1956 was like Wonder Bread, all homogenous white people. I love Disneyland, don't get me wrong. I've been going at least once a year since I was five. Many years we've done season passes. But Disneyland was lilly white. going to Disneyland today is a different story. It is so much nicer to have all the blends in cultures and races. I'm a big fan of diversity.

It is funny, when my family moved to Fullerton in Orange County in 1957, almost everybody was white and many were blonde and blue eyed. It either looked like Germany during the Third Reich or like Sweeden or Norway. My friend Mike came out to visit me one day in 1957 and we grabbed lunch in a Coffee shop and he said something about everyone being white. We went bowling and while we were lacing up our shoes, Mike asked if me if there were any Jews in Orange Country. I answered that I did not know and just then a lady on the P.A. system announced, "Will Chris Christianson please come to the from desk, will Chris Christianson please come to the front desk, you have a call." Immediately, this blonde, blue eyed guy who looked like the commander of a Hitler Youth group in an old WWII movie strode up to the counter. Mike and I both started laughing and I said, well I guess that answers your question. BTW, there are still some nearly all white cities down in south Orange County. The whitest city of all is called Rancho Santa Margarita, probably 80 to 85% white. Fullerton, with a State University had to diversify in order to get the University to come there. Right now I would guess the breatkdown in Fullerton at 40% Hispanic, 40% white 15% Asian and just 5% Afro American.

Furthermore knowing a lot of Japanese Americans, knowing how hard working, honest, friendly they are as a culture *** and *** knowing that they had all been imprisoned for the war with all their land taken away didn't give me a very warm and fuzzy feeling for FDR or Earl Warren (WWll Governor of California).

I like the Japanese community a lot as well but wasn't it the Federal Government who was behind the Japanese resettlement program at least as much if not more than the State of California Government? It seems that since it was a National Security issue, the Roosevelt administration had to take the lead in instigating it.

I wasn't molded. i was educated by absorbing what was going on around me. When I was wearing patchouli oil, bell bottoms, and turtle necks smoking a joint, I didn't fit the molds my parents had. They granted me the beingness to make my own mistakes. It was only in my last semester of high school that my mom stopped lying for me on notes to the school as to why I had been absent. all through my schooling she had written that I had been sick. In the last semester, she peculiarly started writing the truth. I had gone to the beach, the City, etc. I was an honor student and we weren't fucked with, so it didn't actually matter. It was a funny encounter when the Vice Principal realized that I wasn't sick anymore, but just as absent. He confronted me in my physics class. The teacher said to him that I get straight As, it doesn't seem to hurt me.



Knowing that people are good, but are capable of bad makes for a more real auditing climate. If you are trying to erase all bad and evil, you are setting up a dichotomous personality. it's really much better to own the full spectrum.

......<snip>......

Oh, I thank you for catching Germaphobe used instead of Germaphile. Also thanks for telling a lot of your childhood stories. It was informative and entertaining. I agree fully with your conclusions in the last paragraph.
Lakey
 
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I love music, I just can't play it or sing it on key. That's why ipods were invented. I did work as a roadie for a couple of bands in the 60s. I can carry heavy equipment and adjust sound levels. I also know the words to most songs from every stage of my life, just can't sing them on key.
 

thetanic

Gold Meritorious Patron
I love music, I just can't play it or sing it on key. That's why ipods were invented. I did work as a roadie for a couple of bands in the 60s. I can carry heavy equipment and adjust sound levels. I also know the words to most songs from every stage of my life, just can't sing them on key.

BTW, this is a trainable skill. Most people can't sing on key to some degree or another. Having sung on stage both solo and in various ensembles, it's something most performers struggle with.
 
From U.S. News and World Report

FDR and Earl Warren were the decision makers




FDR New Deal Legacy Intact, but Internment of Japanese-Americans Lives in Infamy Too
By Frank H. Wu
Posted February 19, 2009
Frank H. Wu, a visiting professor at George Washington University Law School, is the author of Yellow: Race in America Beyond Black and White and coauthor of Race, Rights & Reparation: Law and the Japanese American Internment.



Even the greatest leaders remain human beings. By most measures, President Franklin Delano Roosevelt, whose New Deal created our modern society, ranks among the best politicians in our nation's history. Yet FDR was capable of misjudgments too, and it ultimately was his decision to authorize the World War II internment of Japanese-Americans. The mass imprisonment of approximately 125,000 individuals—a majority of them native-born in this country—was unjustified.

On December 7, 1941, the Japanese Imperial Navy launched a devastating attack on the United States at its Pearl Harbor installation in the Hawaiian islands. FDR declared it "a date which will live in infamy." Because the Japanese hostilities came without provocation, our declaration of war was justified.

Soon thereafter—67 years ago today, in fact—Roosevelt signed an executive order granting the military the authority to round up and intern Japanese-Americans. Virtually everyone of Japanese ancestry on the West Coast was sent to 10 internment camps. Given a few days' notice, they could take only what they could carry.

They lost their jobs, possessions, and freedom. In the shadow of watchtowers, behind barbed war, guarded by armed soldiers, they were held captive by their own government. There were never allegations of individual wrongdoing, much less any proven cases of treason.

The internment was supported by public figures of every background. Promoters of the program made a simple claim: Japan and the United States were at war, hence persons of Japanese descent should be regarded as enemies even if they were citizens. To extremists, the Pacific war was a racial war, and so it followed that the Japanese together were an enemy race.

Liberals were no different. Earl Warren, who would later serve as chief justice and bring an end to the official segregation, backed the policy. The American Civil Liberties Union national office was unwilling to challenge the plans, so its California chapters broke away in order to do so.

There were compelling reasons to be skeptical about the generalizations that Japanese-Americans as a group would be traitors. Long before any fight against the Axis powers, demagogues had been campaigning for the exclusion of Asian immigrants and the expulsion of Asian-Americans.

They had succeeded in many respects. Asians who wished to come to this country on a legal basis were limited to strict quotas, and those who had managed to come here could not naturalize as citizens because they were not "free white persons." In many states, as the only people who were "aliens ineligible to citizenship," they could not own real estate. To ensure their isolation, they could not intermarry with Caucasians. Asians born on American soil had to litigate all the way up to the Supreme Court to be deemed citizens under the Fourteenth Amendment, and nonetheless nativists sought to strip them of the right to vote.

The internment applied to men, women, children, the elderly, and the disabled alike. It made no distinctions, other than along the lines of blood.

Its proponents dismissed due process because, they asserted, the Oriental mind was inscrutable, rendering it impossible to sort out the loyal from the disloyal. Ironically, they argued that the assimilation of Japanese-Americans was a disguise.

If the arguments for the internment were accepted at face value, it would have made sense to lock up Japanese-Americans in Hawaii, which was in the actual theater of conflict, or to do the same with German-Americans and Italian-Americans. Neither idea was attractive. Japanese-Americans made up much of the workforce on Hawaiian plantations. A relatively low number of German-Americans and Italian-Americans were incarcerated because they were considered suspicious as individuals, but it would have been ill-advised to try ethnic incarceration of such sizable populations.

Today still, a handful argue angrily that, after all, Japan attacked the United States. They do not seem to realize that Japanese-Americans as a whole stayed true.

The Japanese-American units in the Army became the most highly decorated in history, for their size and length of service. Japanese-Americans served in the military in Europe as well as Asia, sacrificing their lives while their families were deprived of the very liberty for which they fought.

For the era, FDR had progressive views on race. He seems to have assessed the internment to be a practical course of action. His successors, beginning with President Gerald Ford, would come to apologize for his choices.

Perhaps the greatest strength of our experiment in diversity is our dynamism, the ability to adapt and change, especially in correcting our own collective errors. Two generations later, 21 years ago, Congress passed legislation acknowledging the internment had been inappropriate. It paid reparations to its own citizens who had been locked up. While the redress was objectively only pennies on the dollar to Japanese-Americans, it was symbolically much more for all of us. For it showed that our democratic process works and our egalitarian ideals can be realized.
 

Leon

Gold Meritorious Patron
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A Bridge of Love

11.03.2010

(c) 2010 by Heidrun Beer



a deeply knowing brother holds my hand
whose other hand is touching our root
(connecting through a man of light, who's
standing in between) - he leads me in
transcending human ways: how life
is to be seen.

my other hand again is holding you,
who still is based in healthy human views;
and on your other hand there is a girl,
struggling with human error, human pain...
and she again holds people who are out
of sight... each one of us is holding two.

I see a chain, where all of us receive
from higher up and give to those below,
a line of life, as long as we can keep
in touch and do not tire to feed the flow.

if only we don't let each other slip away
and our hands do never fail to firmly hold
this bridge of love: who knows, one day
we may prevail in reaching all the way

down into the abyss of hell, and lift our
sister souls back up to their abode above,
from which so long ago so terribly they fell.



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Absolutely beautiful, Heidrun. Thank you. I love your poetry.
 
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The Secret to Having Happy Employees
by Jay Goltz
Thursday, March 11, 2010

About 10 years ago I was having my annual holiday party, and my niece had come with her newly minted M.B.A. boyfriend. As he looked around the room, he noted that my employees seemed happy. I told him that I thought they were.

Then, figuring I would take his new degree for a test drive, I asked him how he thought I did that. "I'm sure you treat them well," he replied.

"That's half of it," I said. "Do you know what the other half is?"

He didn't have the answer, and neither have the many other people that I have told this story. So what is the answer? I fired the unhappy people. People usually laugh at this point. I wish I were kidding.

I'm not. I have learned the long, hard and frustrating way that as a manager you cannot make everyone happy. You can try, you can listen, you can solve some problems, you can try some more. Good management requires training, counseling and patience, but there comes a point when you are robbing the business of precious time and energy.

Don't get me wrong. This doesn't happen a lot. There's no joy in the act of firing someone. And it's not always the employee's fault — there are many bad bosses out there. Bad management can make a good employee dysfunctional. On the other hand, good management will not always make a dysfunctional employee good. And sometimes people who would be great employees somewhere else just don't fit your company, whether it is the type of business or the company culture.

In the worst cases, the problem of a bad fit can have a bigger impact than just one employee's performance. Being in charge does not necessarily mean you are in control, and being in control does not necessarily mean being in charge. Have you ever seen a company or department paralyzed by someone who is unhappy and wants to take hostages? It is remarkable how much damage one person can do. If you haven't seen it, I suggest you watch "The Caine Mutiny." Basically, one guy takes apart the ship. He was unhappy. It only takes one.

This is only my opinion. I don't have a Ph.D., an M.B.A., or even an economics degree. What I do have is a happy company. And that makes me happy. Now I know some people argue that business is about making money, and not everyone has to be happy. That is also an opinion. Everyone has a right to his or her opinion. When you own a company, you also have the right to surround yourself with the people you choose.

I have spent the last year and a half focusing on cutting costs, figuring out how the market has changed, and worrying about the economy. Things seem to be getting better, or perhaps I am just getting used to it.

Either way, I had a good day today. Not because I got a big order, great financial reports or even an employee stopping by to tell me what an awesome boss I am. (That generally doesn't happen. You have to tell yourself. It's a boss thing.) I had a great day because I spent most of it walking around the company and appreciating the fact that even after a year and a half of soft sales and cutbacks and furloughs, I have wonderful people working for me. They care. They are committed. They understand the whole customer–staff–company triangle, where all of the legs support each other.

If you read books on great companies, they usually leave out a dirty little secret. It doesn't make for good public relations — like talking about how you "empower people" or how your "greatest assets" are your people. Both of these well–worn clichés are true. What is also true is that it's hard to build a great company with the wrong people.

When you have the right people, business is much easier. I know because I have tried it both ways.

Jay Goltz owns five small businesses in Chicago.
 
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previously posted anonymously elsewhere

If you were in the USA and remember Flip Wilson, in
the 70s on TV, he was pretty good with something
called an elephant story.

Here's an elephant story:

So the other night, around 10, I was walking the
streets, the cliffs,
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and the beaches of a little seaside village
here in Nor Cal. - with stars and space, and the big Monterey Bay out
there, where I can see all the way to Monterey. As a
being, I was HUGE.
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My dog walked in front of me,
behind me, peed on everything important, and sniffed
many fellow canine butts.
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While doing this I was
auditing Ant Phillips in Denmark (where it was morning),
using my cell phone. I must not have got
the memo about a number of things regarding "Standard
Tech." In any event I've been doing this multi tasking
auditing for a dozen years or more.

I've audited people on all the continents except the
North and South Poles. Some were totally brand new to
auditing, others, mainly, were classed experienced
auditors, themselves.

In 1965 or 66, I had a realisation, that the most
important thing to me was love. These are words that
in no way convey the depth of change and realignment
that occurred in my singular universe and in the
universe of all beings. There was a renewed wholeness
to me. En mass, I started reconnecting with my best
friends.
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As a trite example, I met this girl at a
rock concert, our eyes met, and we just looked at one
another for minutes without speaking. For years we
would sit in her parents' living room and just look at
one another for an hour or so several days a week,
and share each other's space. (This was before we had
heard of Scientology). We never talked about it.
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Suffice it to say, she's still my friend. Eventually,
she got a
commendation from LRH for her auditing on the Apollo.
She audited heavy hitters at CC, including Lakey, Roy Kerswill, and Yvonne.

Within a couple of years of that realization I connected to Scientology. I
was Clear within 3 years of finding Scientology, and I did the
briefing course and started a center in my living room
(which is now an org mucho years later), before I left the Co$ in late 1976.

My feeling is that when I'm in the mental / spiritual
space I was in circa 1966, that I am more whole. I am
reconnected to all beings. We are of the same cloth.
In the mind set I'm in today, I am in a state of
wholeness with the theta universe. From this viewpoint
(or multi viewpoint) I can create.

Those times when I am fractured, I suck. I am a
drain on
everyone. I'm a black hole.

If we say that there was a oneness that was fractured,
and we became more individual and more individuated to
play the game we're playing. I would say that it is a
terrific game, and I don't want it to stop. I do want
to usually be in touch with my roots, those of
oneness.

When I was 20, or thereabouts, my girlfriend and i
were driving to the City. We were both OTs and auditors.
There was such amazing
oneness between us. James Taylor came on the radio and
sang, "You've Got a Friend" - the words don't come
close to the actuality.
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We could agree, verbally, to meet at a specific place,
at a specific time. We'd both show up at the appointed
place an hour late within minutes of each other. The
physical universe takes on a backseat importance to
two beings acting in harmony.

This woman is also one of my best friends today. Back
then she was 46-50. I was 20-24. We lived together for
years. I was a high school grad. She had a Masters in
Archaeology. I was farm kid, driving a 1950 Plymouth beater.
Her father had been FDR's press secretary. Her ex
husband was president of Otis Elevator. She had three
kids. One was six months younger than me. She's now in
her 80s. We're still really good friends.

I realised today, that I don't even remember the time
we broke up. It was not an ARC X. I wanted kids. She
wanted no more. There was nothing, like an incident,
to bookmark our separation as a 2D. We, both, just
moved on. -- and happily so.

it seems to me, the basic GPM, for each person, is the
** apparent** split they made with the theta universe.
Find that,
and go earlier similar to the dichotomy of one (me)
and one (all of us), and then run out all the lighter
and later charge built up along the way, and you have
a really capable person.

As an auditor, I become "one" with my PC. My
dichotomies don't come into play. I'm there to help
the PC be more themselves, to do, be, have what they
really want. If you've been audited in the Co$, you
probably know what is expected (F/N, cog, VGIs), and
you produced that. That is an example of you (the PC)
being subservient to the auditor and process. I want
my PCs to be beyond both of those. This means allowing
someone to answer their doorbell, take a phone call, and
live life.... then return to session in a few minutes.
It also allows the PC to find non politically correct
incidents and truly own their own personal life.

I had a PC some years ago, who couldn't talk about sex to
anyone in his/her office. He/She was unmarried. After
finding out that the PC liked a kinky kind of sex (scat play),
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we worked on owning that, and within a few months,
my PC found a mate, and is now married.
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I don't think, in the puritanical Co$,
that those results would have occurred.

Having an auditor tell you your incident is invalid is
bad. Having an auditor think your incident is invalid,
is almost as bad. It colors the session. You are there
for your PC. Being able to "be" the PC allows you to
look at life through their eyes. This quality of
auditing is that throw back to the oneness we once
shared overtly.

I apologize for the rambling disjointed nature of
this. I know some passages are hard to follow. I just
thought it was a good time to start breaking the
traditional auditing paradigm apart.
 
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AnonKat

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If you read books on great companies, they usually leave out a dirty little secret. It doesn't make for good public relations — like talking about how you "empower people" or how your "greatest assets" are your people. Both of these well–worn clichés are true. What is also true is that it's hard to build a great company with the wrong people.

When you have the right people, business is much easier. I know because I have tried it both ways.

Jay Goltz owns five small businesses in Chicago.

I apologize for the rambling disjointed nature of
this. I know some passages are hard to follow. I just
thought it was a good time to start breaking the
traditional auditing paradigm apart.

No very clear. What you just did is not a rambling but story telling
 

lkwdblds

Crusader
Thanks for the fabulous story telling!

No very clear. What you just did is not a rambling but story telling

Carmelo, I agree with Anonkat; what you described as rambling had cohesiveness to it and was not rambling but fine story telling. I appreciate the great photos from Northern Cal. and some were of a person who I once received a lot of auditing from. I particularly liked the one where the two of you were surrounded by foilage almost up to her neck, both with blond hair and looking at each other.

I tried to find this person over a year ago and was able to get a letter through to her through an intermediary but she was not responding to emails at that time but did send salutations back through the intermediary. JUST LIKE ALL THE INCOMPLETE CYCLES WHICH I WAS TRYING TO TIE DOWN WHEN I JOINED ESMB ONE YEAR AGO, YOUR ESSAY TIED DOWN MY LOOSE ENDS RELATING TO THIS WONDERFUL PERSON. She was a very vital part of my life for only about 3 to 4 months, but in that time period we built up an unspoken bond of admiration for each other. I believe that she audited in the same manner as you speak of in your story, she exhibited the type of traits in an auditor which you talk about. I was very lucky to have her audit me for an extended period. Its funny, we never socialized outside of our sessions, and only at the snack bar on session breaks and yet we had an unspoken bond between us that we were a team, doing something vital and important together in that particular time and place. In those moments we shared together trying to sort out my case, under the capable C/Sing of our Flag trained, Class XII C/S, R.S. a lasting bond between her and me was established, at least from my viewpoint. I never forgot her and often wondered how she was doing, down through the decades. The intermediary who communicated between us read me a little note from her which said that she had thought of me from time to time over the years and wondered how I was doing and when I heard that, it was all that I needed to hear to be happy. When two spiritual beings touch and an unspoken bond is formed, time is revealed to be only an illusion. What does it matter, 20 years, 30 years, 37 years now, the bond between us is as fresh as it was the day it first was formed and it will always exist!
Lakey
 
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lkwdblds

Crusader
Saint Patrick's Day dinner at Blue Spirit's

Yesterday, I had the pleasure of attending a Saint Patrick's Day dinner arranged by Blue Spirit and his Wife. What a fantastic experience! It remineded me of the old days when we ex Scios were active and someone would throw a party or everytone would go over to so and so's for some poetry reading, followed by a party and just generally talking and hanging out.

Our dinner was attended by Blue Spirit and his Wife and 4 other people, Purple Haze, John, Phil and yours truly. John and Phil are both very OT and have very large spaces and usually dominate conversations. Phil had extensive contact with LRH himself, and John is a very well connected person, having ties to Walt Disney, George Lucas and other celebs. When these incredibly intelligent and interesting persons are at a social affair, they each usually dominate the conversations, probably much like LRH used to do when he was at a gathering. When the two met and saw that the other person was a dominating speaker, I watched keenly to see how they would react to one another. They both handled it very well, they both were good listeners and gave up the floor to the other speaker for extended periods. There was no bickering or resentment between them and just a harmonious sharing of the limelight.

The dinner was a magnificent home cooked meal of corn beef and cabbage with a salad. After dinner, the 6 of us talked for a bit and then broke into two groups, Blue Spirit talking to John while Blue's Wife, Purple Haze and me talked to Phil in the second group. This worked out great!

I got some fantastic life changing type of information from John. Some of the things John talked about had some common ground with what Carmelo is talking about in his "Rambling" post above. There were principles John talked about relating to a person setting up his universe so that if will only receive certain frequencies of vibration. Say your universe will only respond to enthusiasm and affluence but will not vibrate when apathy and poverty are floating around you, he is saying that since you only receive certain desired vibrations, you can set things up so that those are the only things which will be happening in your life as you see it.

Phil is planning a new seminar to be given soon in the greater Los Angeles area about how to actually achieve the stated gains which people came into Scientology to receive. Both men have new books out which they have just had published. This was truly a funfilled and enlightening evening with very interesting friends and acquaintances, held in a cozy, warm and friendly place.
Lakey

P.S. - I used to go to events such as this back in the 70's when I was new to Scn and also, I have reality on attending many of these types of affairs on my back track in the Vienna of the 1780's. There were the parlors and drawing rooms of Countess Wilhelmina Thun and Countess Wetzler and others who had specialized in keeping their doors open for young artists, musicians, poets, writers, actors, singers and so forth, always giving them encouragment and using their many connections to help the more talented and newer artists get jobs and make business connections. Countess Thun was so similar to Yvonne Jentzsch in her personality, charisma and general beingness that I would not be surprised if they were the same being. Countess Thun was a complete patron of the arts and was a hand's on person who would help anyone of talent to be placed out in society. She used her connections to create connections for up and coming artists in the Vienna of that time.
 
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RogerB

Crusader
If you were in the USA and remember Flip Wilson, in
the 70s on TV, he was pretty good with something
called an elephant story.

Here's an elephant story:

So the other night, around 10, I was walking the
streets, the cliffs,

and the beaches of a little seaside village
here in Nor Cal. - with stars and space, and the big Monterey Bay out
there, where I can see all the way to Monterey. As a
being, I was HUGE.

Snipped . . . . . .

I apologize for the rambling disjointed nature of
this. I know some passages are hard to follow. I just
thought it was a good time to start breaking the
traditional auditing paradigm apart.

CarmelO,

Don't make light of what you wrote here. It is a presentation of some essential, correct truths. And very well stated.

It should help a lot of people.

RogerB
 
CarmelO,

Don't make light of what you wrote here. It is a presentation of some essential, correct truths. And very well stated.

It should help a lot of people.

RogerB

as Jimmy Stewart would say, "Ahh, shucks."

I couldn't have sent this to "Freezone" lists, it is out tech.

IVy and ESMB are the only places on the net that accept out of the box thinking on these topics.


and Lakey,

I'm glad things are working out.

The person you spoke of runs in fun runs, is well, and has raised a family.

They all lived happily ever after.
 
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