Is Your Past Real? Part II
I reflected back on the dramas I had in my past. Dramas I had at a time when I was completely unaware that we had anything to do with the experiences we were having. Today I KNOW that I created them. In the past I blamed others for them. So can you see? Right now today I know that my past reality was not true! We all do this.
Because my thinking and view on life is so different today than it was way back then, I know that there was much more going on than I realized. Therefore the past I remembered and experienced was not real. The experiences I had occurred only in my mind. The truth was lost and there were many other realities going that I actually missed out on.
And if your past is not real, then the conclusions you came to from the experiences you had would be a bit suspect too. Am I right? So my friend how real is your past? How real is your present? And just as important how real will your future be? Become aware! Joyfully take responsibility for your thoughts and your creations.
Love and Blessings,
Michael Skowronski
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December 4th, 2007 at 7:02 am
The story you were telling about the guy who followed you, Kathryn and Sam out of the theatre reminded me very much of a man I came to know and love as a great friend. His name was Leo and he was basically the neighborhood joke among us teenagers. He wore shabby clothes, didn’t smell all that great and just walked the streets being what most people would classify as “very weird.”
He was quite different from the beligerent type of guy you came upon that night though. Leo actually would often be spotted around with a cup of water washing someone’s car windows or taking people’s empty garbage cans to their backyard after the trash had been collected that day. Still, many of the kids around, because he wasn’t exactly right in his head, were cruel to him. They would yell at him, spit on him. Once, while Leo was eating ice cream out of a styrophome cup, a kid smacked Leo’s hand as he had his spoon in his mouth taking a bite. The force of the blow caused the spoon to be shoved into the back of Leo’s mouth and he had to go to hospital for the lacerations he suffered. I’m not proud to admit I wasnt innocent in these things, either. Once, while Leo was washing windows, I thought it would be funny to dump his cup of water over so my friends would laugh. I did it and then we ran. Leo just went back, got another cup of water and went right back to work. As the day went by, I felt horrible about what I had done. I’d never been so cruel to someone before. And, of all people, I chose a completey harmless human being to be cruel to.
I went out and found Leo the next day and apologized. I dont think he even knew who I was. Besides, as I found out, Leo wasnt the type of guy to hold grudges. He didn’t even have a very good memory for things. He often thought it was still the 60’s because he would still talk about certain things going on around town that I knew had long since passed.
Still, I began to befriend him. I’d see him over at the ice cream shop and he’d be passing out cigarettes to everyone. Even the kids! Haha. Like I said, Leo wasn’t exactly all there. But he was just a happy go lucky type of guy and i really bagan to feel a deep friendship and love for him after we spent more and more time together. Id buy him ice cream or a fruit drink every so often if I had a few bucks and we’d just talk. It wouldnt always be the most lucid of conversations. However, one of the greatest days of my life was seeing him one day over at the ice cream shop and he had his old grade school yearbook with him. He showed me his picture and told me a few stories from back in his youth. It was terrific. As small as that act was, I knew it was the closest he’d likely allowed anyone into his world for many many years. I was deeply touched by his friendship and his trust in me.
A year or two later, Leo was killed. Me and a friend had seen him walking along the streets one night and stopped to chat with him for a few minutes. We said our goodbyes and, without even looking, Leo walked into the road. He never saw the pick up truck that hit him head on. I know what people talk about when they say that sometiems, in tense or otherwise scary moments, life moves in slow motion. What happened in several seconds of real time seemed to take several minutes. Leo laid motionless at least a hundred feet from where he was struck. The pick up truck did not stop.
I went to Leo’s funeral a few days later and I’ll never forget the feeling that came over me as one after another, his family members came to greet me and hug me. They seemed to know immediately that I was one of the young men who was with Leo when he died. And they thanked me for being his friend in a world where a person like Leo has so few. I was deeply moved. Right then and there I knew the value of friendship and redemption and human kindness. We shared in this feeling together.
I’m sharing this story with you today, Michael, not only because your story of the man who followed you out fo the movie theatre reminded me of Leo. But also because, in part 2 of this post, the picture of the man in the suit jacket and tie is an absolute spitting image of Leo. Oh sure, I never saw Leo dress in a jacket and tie. His wardrobe was more old courderoy pants, a t shirt with a flannel over it and a ball cap. But the face is the same as I remember. And the cigarette in his mouth is the same, too. It surprised me so much because here I was reading the story and thinking of Leo, and then I click to part 2 and there he is. Maybe not really him, of course. But close enough to take my breath for a moment.
Thanks for letting me share it with you.
December 4th, 2007 at 7:55 am
Wow! Life is more amazing than anyone can imagine! Thanks for sharing good buddy!
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