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Beat Schindler

#02 word explosion

Hey, it’s Beat (pronounced b@)

Every week I sit down to write my best newsletter. Maybe today I did?

Before we begin with #02, for your information only, I decided to structure the weekly word explosion with the following standard 3 topics:

1. YOU: What you is & what you are, do, and have.
2. WORDS: What word is & what words are, do, and have.
3. ELECTRIC QUOTES: Quotes that changed me, with the potential to change you, too.

Ready? Let’s go!

1. YOU
Newsletter #01 made it clear that you is a word. In other words, that’s the first step on a long journey taken.

Every word describes the following 3 things without fail, guaranteed. If it doesn’t means it isn’t complete.

1) What it is
2) What it does
3) What it has

You being no exception — you is a word — tells me you’re ready for step 2, what you describes.

1. You ARE

Like your ancestor, you ARE…

  • A wordy animal (as opposed to animals that remained wordless to this day).
  • 100% energy, 100% cells, 70% water, and 30% fire-air-earth (not to worry if the math doesn’t add up, it will in the end).
  • The 100% energy isn’t yours but shared with everyone and everything else.
  • Your 100% cells aren’t the same as 7 years ago or 7 years from now.
  • Where your 70% water was last week and where it’ll be next week doesn’t matter as water has the perfect memory and always finds back to itself.
  • Your 30% fire, air, and earth are a mystery.

The energy, cells, water, fire, air, and earth you ARE cast doubt on the earth-to-earth-dust-to-dust stories they want you to believe, doesn’t it?

2. WORDS

Word explosion  #01 made it clear that even a prison can be a home when you have the key.

Words are a prison, make no mistake about it, but on the upside, what a word IS and what words ARE makes no difference. Singular or plural, they are the same thing. A word is and words are everything you have a word for and everything you know.

Because it’s not taught at school, I saw words for what they are for the first time in 2016 only. Then it took me a further few years for the coin to drop.

“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet” said William Shakespeare some time ago. And so it is with words. A word by any other word is a word.

3. ELECTRIC QUOTES

“Ships in harbour are safe, but that’s not what ships are built for.” – John G Shedd

Electrified when I stumbled upon this quote initially, it caused me to lift anchor instantly.

With hindsight, what followed is like a zipper slowly zipping. Slow’s been a constant companion since the day I was born, and sure enough, I was slow one more time before I decided to be captain of my ship again, finally.

That said, I’m slow no more. Now I’m taking my time a day at a time, and if 24 hours per day is not enough, there’s nothing time can do for me, only gratitude can.

#01 word explosion

Here’s what I have for you in this first issue of word explosion.

  • The name of the game.
  • What happens when you give more than you receive.
  • What a prison can be.
  • Word rules.

The name of the game: You is a word

Even though you might find it hard to stomach, the fact that you is a wordwill not go away or disappear overnight. On the contrary, it’s like gravity, here to stay, and like gravity, there’s nothing you can do to make it leave.

What happens when you give more than you receive?

You age slower, run faster, jump higher, eat healthier, are as happy with family and friends as you are alone, climb more trees, skip when you could walk, kiss when you could talk, take days off that you like, experience faster manifestations, and communicate with the wordless energy, fire, air, earth, water, cells, animals, plants, moon, and the stars above.

What a prison can be

Words are a prison, but even a prison can be a home when you have the key.

Word rules

Everything you have a word for and everything you know is a word.
Call words a dream, it doesn’t change anything.




#00 The Word-User pre-word explosion newsletter

Here is my first in long series of fresh algorithm-free newletters where I shall take the opportunity and freedom to share with you things I think are worth sharing.

I plan to publish my newsletter every week, on Tuesdays.

To the word-users unaware that a seventh of their existence takes place on Tuesdays, my newsletter may be a gentle reminder.

Are you ready?

Here goes my first:

GET OUT

The wordless world is full of magic and wonder patiently waiting for you and me to rediscover.

Sure, we may be busy. But let me assure you, the wordless world has got nothing else to do.

The wordless world just is.

And…but you know that stuff… it’s difficult to win an argument with what is.

KID & SHAKESPEARE

Is this title kidding me?

Thanks to Austin Kleon whose newsletter arrives in my inbox each Friday without fail — thank you Austin! — I am now happy to share with you this lovely 3-paragraph essay about taking a kid to see Shakespeare.

Wishing I could write like that.

SWISSMISS

Thanks to Tina Roth Eisenberg’s SWISSMISS online garden which she started back in 2005 (thank you Tina!) I am reminded of Anaïs Nin’s “We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are”…which in B@-speak becomes:

In SWISSMISS — which you will discover is treasure trove to get lost in more often than not (be careful!) — I also discovered this episode of The Ezra Klein’s Show on How To Discover Your Own Taste.

It is full of wonder, and like Tina, I will make sure my teenage grandkids will get to hear it too.

POETRY

Funny how poetry and poverty rhymes for good reason. Don’t you also think so?

The Purpose of Time is to Prevent Everything from Happening at Once
X.J. Kennedy

Suppose your life a folded telescope
Durationless, collapsed in just a flash
As from your mother’s womb you, bawling, drop
Into a nursing home. Suppose you crash
Your car, your marriage – toddler laying waste
A field of daisies, schoolkid, zit-faced teen
With lover zipping up your pants in haste
Hearing your parents’ tread downstairs – all one.

Einstein was right. That would be too intense.
You need a chance to preen, to give a dull
Recital before an indifferent audience
Equally slow in jeering you and clapping.
Time takes its time unraveling. But, still,
You’ll wonder when your life ends: Huh? What happened?

MUSES

As far as the muses for this my first newsletter are concerned, I selected music’s.

For which it is appropriate to quote Polo Hofer (the Swiss Bob Dylan): “Great music doesn’t take words, but great songs do.”

The proof’s in the pudding.

Two great songs by two great musicians I admire for their courage, for moving mountains, and for keeping their word.

Notice: To make these songs open correctly too, right-click the blue link and then select “Open Link in New Tab”.

Sinead O’Connor Feel so different

Bob Dylan Things have changed

My story

By In Beat Schindler

It’s possible that you don’t know me…yet.

In fact, it’s more than likely. Maybe like many LinkedIn users before, you’ve viewed my profile but would like to know more about me just the same.

Therefore, if so inclined, let me share with you my story in two parts.

Part 1: Before me/Before 2016/Before words

Part 2: After me/After 2016/After words

Before me/Before 2016/Before words

Before me, I used to do when and how I was told, grew up, traveled the world, worked for the world’s then-best company you could work for, read truckloads of books, papers, and instruction manuals, and studied with some world famous coaches so you don’t have to.

2016

On a sunny afternoon in 2016, I was jogging through my favorite forest with my eyes wide open so as not to step onto any rocks, roots, snails, pine cones, or branches, when I stumbled upon the fact that everything I have a word for is a word.

The wordless light came through the wordless leaves and the wordless trees straight from the wordless sun above, when out of the blue I clearly saw that there was nothing left between the wordless and the words. The wordless fire, air, earth, and water had turned everything wordless into words, including themselves, me, and everything else I had a word for.

I had once before not known where I was, or what is me and what is not me, which is when I was born wordless. That means this was my second experience with that same event. And it turned out I was every bit as surprised as I was the first time around.

I wished the madness would go away as fast as it had come, but many years later I still have my eyes wide open.

Be it as it may, by now it was early evening. I decided to stay in the forest for a little while longer. For the first time in my adult life, tears were now flowing freely. Not one with a habit of crying a river, I had to stop myself from happening at this crowning end of a sunny afternoon.

This was the most serene event that had ever happened to me, and I wasn’t prepared to lose it again.

The famous coaches whose books I read and seminars I attended during the 20 years before to reclaim my identity have no idea that never before or since I imagined that anyone or anything can feel like this,

They do not imagine it themselves. They couldn’t if they tried.

Experience trumps theory.

Words are a prison, but even a prison is a home if you have the key.

After me/After 2016/After words

Everything looked the same, but the world had changed. Again.

I can now be in the company of family and friends thinking 5 minutes have gone by when in fact several hours had flown out the window. I can be there with my ears and my eyes wide open, participating, but without a sense of time.

Everything within me and without me dances in this both wordless and wordy world of circumstances. With a difference, this time around I have the words to describe it.

Like most people I knew, I had never thought of me as a word before.

Communicating with myself, which is what words are also for, I ask “What if everything is a word?” or “What if everything I know is a word?” and all I get back is a constant “Maybe you’ve lost your marbles.”

I have always been happy, have no problems, and have always done what I did for nothing but the sensation while doing it. This and many other worries have never been an issue for me, and I’m not eager to make that mistake now.

Every cell that my body is made of, that is 100%, are still bursting with what I still don’t have words for as we speak, the ecstasy of 2016.

Do not the brightest moments find us without words?

Over and above the fact that I’m not the spring chicken I used to be and that I’ve experienced open heart surgery, if you see photos of me before and after 2016, you can clearly see that things have changed. As I research and write my books and articles, I’m freer than I ever was before, my own birth excepted. My voice and the shape of my face change, to name a few, as they did before, as good as new.

Post-2016, I knew I had to do something but didn’t know how.

All that mattered was that I followed my bliss anew. I knew the how would show up at the right time.

Post-2016, I trust words enough, including the uniVERSE, to find guides I expect different from what I anticipate.

When you change how you look at words, the world changes.

Beyond the shadow of a doubt.

Post-2016, I use words to help myself and other word-users to reclaim their identity in turn

I know that all word-users are made as I am — of 70% water, 30% fire, air, and earth, and 100% cells. Don’t worry it the math doesn’t add up. Therefore I think that the ecstasy, serenity, and freedom that happened and continue to happen to me, can happen to any word-user willing to change the way they look at words.

I wish this willing word-user, my friend, will be you.

If you were to climb Everest, at 8,848 meters the world’s highest mountain, would you consider yourself a success after you reached the top? If it’s yes, you are only half right. Success is when you are back down in the valley again. Wouldn’t you agree?

Be it as it may, this is similar to changing the way you look at words. Nothing is believed until it’s true. I can help, but nobody else can believe it for you.

PS.

THE ORIGIN OF HUMANITY is the most profound book I’ve ever published. My intention is to disarm the listener. The book breaks what people expect from me, as I don’t talk with words, but about words.

The end in mind with THE ORIGIN OF HUMANITY isn’t to change the world by fighting the old, but by providing a new model that makes the old obsolete.

Takeaway

There are no passengers on this planet of ours. Every thing and every body — yes, the spaces are intended — are crew, the wordless and the wordy alike. And the only specie that doesn’t know what they’re doing is the one that you and I belong to: The word-users.

I’m not saying that’s not true.

All I’m saying is do with what you are, with what you have, with where you are, and with what you know and ignore, to make the world a better place — the best place it can be for yourself, for your family, for your friends, and for the wordless, too — now.

I hope my story now told may inspire you every step of your way.