How to Always Feel Good (ver. 1) Double-click the triangle above to hear the author narrate this essay. I was 50 before I discovered this simple truth: the only reason we feel bad is because we’re thinking or saying or doing something that makes us feel bad. If we want to feel good, we must think, or say, or do something that makes us feel good. It’s really that simple! It isn’t “easy” because “easy” means “habitual.” And most of us aren’t in the habit of doing things that make us “feel good.” So it requires effort for most of...

The Garden of Your Mind Double-click the triangle above to hear the author narrate this poem. Your mind is like a garden:Whatever you plant will grow.Your thoughts are seeds you’re planting:They produce, each after its kind. And you, just like a gardener,Can choose which seeds you’ll plant.And by the choice of seeds you sow,You choose the harvest you will reap. So don’t plant seeds of lack or fear,Disease, discord, or doubt.Plant, instead, the seeds you want;Then things you want will sprout. This gift of choice is given to all,And not to just a few.The harvest, friend, is in your hands:The...

This essay was written out of my experiences over a number of years. I’ve long felt tremendous admiration for women. Even as a boy I always felt a sense of specialness for women. And I am so keenly aware of how badly mankind has treated womankind. I believe it’s way past time for us all to do something about that. My essay is both a tribute and an apology to womankind, from mankind. A Love Letter to Womankind From Your Awakening Brother, Mankind Double-click the triangle above to hear the author narrate this essay. I believe that the time has...

My “Somebody’s Angel” poem was written after midnight on a paper towel in a hospital room while I was staying with my Dad when he was in the hospital some months before he passed on, in 1989. I’d had the title for years, but now that title was beginning to take form. I got to share the poem with both my Dad and my Mother. Somebody’s Angel Double-click the triangle above to hear the author narrate this poem. A tribute to my Mother and Dad, Hazel & John Heineke, who’ve often been “Somebody’s Angel” and who’ve many times been mine...

The following “understanding” has come about, for me, through various studies and experiences in my life. It has made all the difference in my finding peace and joy. I hope it also may be of help to you. The Most Important Thing That You Could Ever Learn Double-click the triangle above to hear the author narrate this essay. The most important thing that you could ever learn is that YOU are loved, honored, and adored by All-That-Is-Holy. Nothing you’ve ever done or ever will do could earn this love. Nothing you’ve ever done or not done ever lost this love...