Believe in yourself

No, not at all. I think that in order to believe in myself, I have first to BE myself. Meaning, to be full of myself.. and not being full of someone else’s opinon.
Let your soul take over and be yourself, that’s the way!

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HI, sorry for not answer in english, but i dont speak so much.

Pienso que si hay que renunciar en todas las otras creencias para poder creer en uno mismo, en principio sí. Primero, para creer en uno mismo, uno tiene que conocerse a sí mismo y respetar y querer sus defectos y virtudes. Aceptarse tal cual es.
Es dificil para los humanos comunes creer en sí mismos si no se conocen bien, pues surgen las dudas en determinado momento que hacen que flaqueen y pierdan esa “supuesta” creencia en sí mismos.
Pero a la vez, si uno cree en sí mismo, en su alma, y su alma es parte de un todo, creer en lo demás será creer en uno mismo, o en una parte de uno mismo, ya que uno como ser incompleto, como alma incompleta (pequeña parte de ese todo llamado DIOS) carece de la sabiduría del Todo.

Revirtamos la pregunta, ¿si alguien no cree en nada, puede creer en sí mismo??….me parece que habría una incongruencia en una respuesta positiva. =)

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Hello to all of you,
how I see: You can think and believe whatever you wish just as to refuse or disagree with any other person’s opinion or belief. You supposed to be free..You can try to convince others your opinion is the right one or argue with others’ or do whatever you want.. everybody is doing it in every field of our community.. I don’t see any problem with what bands sing or say. We are who create the problem for ourselves coz’ we disagree or don’t like to hear it or does not match to our way of thinking or good taste..etc.
No one can believe and see things as you do, even looking at a simple object will bring up as many different feelings as many persons are looking at it..We are all unique. Simple saying: “I like tea when it is cold” I also said I don’t like it hot. In every agreement there is also a disagreement. Now you might think how much you do not agree with me but there is very ok with me and the way it should be. How could we feel or think the same. just not possible. There always will be a difference.
When we say “I believe in this or that” where is it coming from? We have read or heard others’ explanations and opinions and decide which to accept, reject, follow, or make it ours. But it is never fully ours, somebody has told and thought or done it before us. Except if you are able to create something really new.(are you?)
How is it possible to say : In order to believe in myself, I have to … Is that possible not to believe in you? You are doing it from the very first moment just you cannot see it. You are making decisions all the time, big or small ones. Why should you question your steps instead of understanding them.
Since we were born we are continuously receiving information( from parents, teachers, community, gurus…etc) influencing us. They are too many. We are searching here and there, getting lost, changing opinion, belief..etc. trying different solutions of others. No solution can be the right one for you only your own. Waste of time to try them. Life became too complicated and busy to fulfill all or duties we involved ourselves. For the answer of our peace we should seek in simple things and not in the difficult ones. And though it will be even more difficult. Can you just close your eyes, ears and listen to you?

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Before asking if God exist or not or do we really believe in God ask that-Do we exist in this planet ? “I don’t believe in Mantra .. I don’t believe in Jesus.. I don’t believe in Beatles ..” all these verse are of the Single person who says he does not believe in any one except him.

To believe in yourself, is the first lesson of “believing”. The first thing any humans should do is to believe themselves and then if necessary believe in others.

If somebody is asking me, the question- who are you ? I would simply say- “I am nobody”. It is because I do not know who am I. I am no one to everybody. I do not know who am I ? The first lesson is alway to understand your self. Learn from you and then see what that means in real world.

Life from the start to the end is full of lesson. We learn, we then think weather we should share or not the lesson that we have learned in our life. In the process of understanding “sharing” we forget that we are not going to take anything from this earth.

We came empty handed and we will go empty handed. It does not mean that we should feel depressed and become lonely and live in silence but it means that we should first understand ourselves.

There were no God and there would be no God. It is just our imagination. There were no power and there would be no powerful human being existing in this earth to save our lives.

There would be only us, there would be only the Nature. There would be only the rocks, mountains, river, trees and so on which would be existing forever and ever. It will not go anywhere. Any super power we are going to get tomorrow is from the Nature, to the Nature and on the Nature.

Understanding oneself is very essential to understand those who we believe in like Jesus, Buddha, and many more. The first question for those who ask the religion, I would ask them is- “who are you?”. If anyone can answer me who he/she is then surely he will be able to answer the question weather or not they believe in God or not.

Any power can be achieved from the mother earth, any power can be achieved from the Nature and any kind of power will be destroyed by the Nature again. I recommend Nature because it has many different meaning. One is Environment which we can see by our senses and other is our own which we have to feel by ourselves.

Believing or not believing is not the question but it is the matter of trust. How often do you trust the person who said once to you that- he will never have an affair with another women in his entire life and the Next day you see the same person sleeping with the some body else in her bed.

The human who will do anything for the “words that once came from his mouth” is the real human. Just try it one day and see if you will be able to do it. If you will then, you believe in yourself.

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All beliefs are extensions of how you perceive yourself. If you had no self-view, then you would not exist.

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pienso que tener una creencia es repetir lo que ya antes habia pensado alguien mas, la idea de que es dios o el universo para esa persona que inicio la creencia,creo que tener una creencia nos limita a seguir ciegamente el punto de vista de otro.pienso que cada quien debe pensar por si mismo y para esto primero debe creer en si mismo no en lo que dijo alguien mas, todos tenemos la misma habilidad de pensar.

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I’m just now in a very hard time of my life. I’m sad and depressed and often asking for the sense of life. But I have hope. There is a light, there is love, there is happyness in the end and I am sure that I can reach it. I’m not far away.
What does that has to do with your question? I’m right now renouncing everything, all my beliefs. It is a very hard time, instabel, confusing and arduous but as a wise woman comforts me: “You now renounce all the beliefs, that have been told to you and you concidered to be yours, before you can build up your own beliefs, before you can experience them by yourself.” And I have already made this experience with some beliefs. I have to think about them by my own, query everything, only to find it out at the end at my own. But only then I will realy belief in my beliefs and only than I will really belief in myself and my beeing. And only then my beliefs will grow strong and my beliefs in the good, in love and in the belief that we are all one, will not be destroyed by negativity of others, sad situations, problems of the world, daily life problems etc!
So I think renouncing all your beliefs can be a way. it is definitely part of MY way to love.

love & peace, karin

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still need some smart person’s advice. Please send this out to all your contacts.

My Journey

By Gabriel do Amaral

Hi my name is Gabriel do Amaral and this is my story. First I want to tell you about myself. I was born in Sao Paulo Brazil on November 21, 1987. I came to Canada when I was six, right after a big storm in February 1994. I have only one younger brother who is 12 years old. I live with my mother and father in Oshawa, Ontario, Canada. First and foremost I need/want to say thank you to God and then to my family because like my God and Saviour they have not left my side. I don’t want you to just delete this because this is NOT another chain letter. I put my heart and soul into this, not to mention I can only type with only one finger now. I DO want you though to send me an email to gabeaquinodoa@hotmail.com, I need you to tell me your location, if you know me, and if you’ve heard my story before also you can tell me if my story has affected you somehow. I’m just a bit curious to know where this email has gone to. I can’t say I’ve ever had trail mix thrown on me in the shower or been caught in an elevator LOL. But I can say my story is a bit interesting. I tried to separate by paragraph the different hospitals I was in, so that’s why they are so long.

It all started for me on Nov. 12, 2006. I was all ready to go on my five month vacation to Brazil which was on Nov. 30, 2006. I had done one full year of Forensic Science at UOIT, but I took a year off to do drywall and grow up. If you know me I wasn’t living my life the way I should have been living it. So I’m almost 127% sure God used this to change my life. If I continued in this lifestyle I’m also 127% sure I would up have ended up totally doomed. I really don’t want to go into how messed up my life was. So I was out with some friends, watching a movie, usually I was up to no good, but I decided to go home because I was feeling tired after a weekend of partying. I had to lie to my friends and say I wasn’t feeling good. You would understand if you knew how convincing Bryan Curtis is with his high pitched “Come on…” So my buddy Alex Brown gave me a ride home. He had left his home, so the last thing I told him face to face was that a 17 year old shouldn’t leave home.

I went down to my basement and I found my father and little brother. I asked what was for dinner and said I was going to shower. After I took a shower I had dinner and that’s when it all started. After I finished eating I started to feel sick to my stomach, so I got a big cup of water. I drank some of my water but I still started to throw up. The funny thing was I only threw up the water I drank and not the food. My vision began to go fuzzy and I threw up again. I don’t really remember much after this, but my parents have filled me in. As some of you might know, my father was a military nurse, you would think that this would help in a situation like this, but after I passed out he blanked and just screamed, “My Son, My Son!” over and over again. I thought I was in bed figuring out a lot of the things that were wrong in my life, but I was actually in the hospital between life and death.

First they took me to Lakeridge health in Oshawa. The doctor who was working on me decided to do a CT scan (I had a nipple piercing on my left side, a nurse took it off and it was never but back in. So now I have a scar there because it closed up). The doctors saw a giant haemorrhage in my brain, but they couldn’t do anything there so they sent me to Toronto Western via ambulance. I was later told that I had an A.V.M (artery vein malformation, only one in 100.000 get this and the chances of survival is 2%). I don’t really know exactly what this means, but I know that my artery and vein were twisted and my blood pressure went through the roof and they exploded. I never had any signs of this. If any of you know me I was VERY athletic. I did many things like snowboarding, skateboarding, played soccer, and MANY other things. I arrived at the hospital and an operating team was ready for my arrival. Before anything Pastor Putt was there to anoint me. The first thing the operating team did was clean off all the blood that had pooled in my skull from the haemorrhage. The doctors said I was in a very serious and critical condition. Then they put a drain in my skull to releave the ICP (Inter cranial pressure) that was present from the massive bleed. I wasn’t in a coma for any amount of time, but I was induced into a coma for three weeks. They gave me some medicine to induce me into the coma. The doctors also hooked me up to a cooling machine where my blood was cooled from 36 or 37 degrees Celsius to 32 degrees. This was done so there would be little activity in my brain. There was a small incision made around my right knee area, so the cooling machine could be connected.

On my birthday (Nov. 21, 2006.), three of my friends came to visit and one of those friends composed and arranged a song which she brought on a CD the title of the song is “This is my prayer”, a lot people brought me many things and I thank you all. After I was induced in a coma for three weeks the doctors said that I shouldn’t stay induced any longer because my organs could fail. So I was taken out of the coma by reducing medication, so I could be brought back slowly. I was later told that my temperature was in the 40’s and all my pressures were abnormally high. I was also told that my body was jumping as I lay there on the bed.

The day the medication was completely out of my system was a Wednesday November 29, 2006. That night they thought I wouldn’t make it, I had nine pastors there and a bunch of friends and family (the friends and pastors were there because my parents were told to think about turning off the life support machine and even donating my organs, so they were all there to do a special worship ). At around one o’clock in the morning, my pressures came down. My temperature was still a little high so the doctors decided to leave me connected to the cooling machine it came down considerably. While I was in Toronto I moved to three different floors, also a feeding tube and a tracheotomy was done on me. I had punctured pleura when the nurse was attempting to put in a centre line. (One of the two membranes that help holds the lungs). My parents came from home and saw what had been done. They did so much good that it almost didn’t matter what the nurses did.

So I was then sent to the Oshawa hospital to be closer to home to die (or be a vegetable forever)! The whole time I was there different family members would stay with me. The room I stayed had a cot so my family member would sleep there. When they first brought my puppy to visit, they tell me that his bark could be heard throughout the whole floor, but never did I once open my eyes to even pet him. My left leg was starting to bend because of the message my brain sent. I can remember my father trying to straight my leg, but it wouldn’t all I can remember is pain, and then I zoned out again. While I was there at the Oshawa hospital the Hospital Administrator wanted to send me too a long term cares facility because I wasn’t “progressing”. So at the end of February my parents went to a meeting and said, “If a soldier comes home from Afghanistan they get all the rehabilitation they need if they are sent back. Why can’t my son, who is a soldier also, get the help he needs?” My parents actually went to the places they wanted to send me to. Each Institution said, “I wouldn’t send my 19 year old to a place like this…” so They said I wasn’t “progressing”, well I wasn’t doing anything in front of the nurses. In front of my family, on the other hand, I would move my right finger and left eyebrow and randomly hug my family members. The entire time I was in various hospitals many people came to visit me and bring me things, and I thank you all. In February a person representing from a slow to recover program from Hamilton Hospital came to assess me. I was able with the help of God, to get into their program. I still wasn’t advanced enough to join the rehab institute in Toronto, so I had to go a little further too Hamilton.

Near the end of April I was taken to Hamilton, hoping that their slow to recover program would work, I was there for six months where I had two operations, many x-rays, many CT and MRI scans, a bone density scan, and even a broken finger. That hospital said there was up to a six month waiting period, but they let me in to their program me in less than one month. When I first got there some assessments were done. I even randomly took off my right sock. This surprised everyone; they said that no one who came to that program could do that. I was moved to five different spots, and to three different rooms. I remember the first room I was in. There was a man who would scream and keep me up all night. One time he even called my father over only to find the man fully uncovered showing his private regions. Good thing he was strapped into his bed, because he could ultimately hurt himself and me. Each morning a woman would come into my room to do stretch on me. She would yank my leg to stretch it enough to make it straight. I would swear in my head every time she came into my room to stretch me. When the time came to operate on my leg to make it straight, they had stretched my leg enough not to put my leg in a cast. They gave me a lot of Morphine and put my leg in a plastic brace. This brace gave me a bed soar in which they even brought in a specialist to take care of this “wound”. When I did start communicating I used a spell board and I wrote in Portuguese. This was a bit strange because I learned to write here in Canada. My first sound was made in an E.N.Ts (ear, nose, and throat) office. When asked why I never did this before, I simply responded, “I was never asked to.” When I did start speaking a bit and some friends came to visit I was able to fully remember who borrowed my movies and clothes. I met many people, and made many new friends in all the places I was at, and they are all very close to my heart. For a very long time I couldn’t have any one even look at my leg, because I would scream out in pain. Also while I was there I would throw up every time I ate, and I had terrible headaches. The doctors decided after an MRI that I needed a shunt. So there I went to another hospital for my second surgery. They put a Shunt in my head to releave some of the pressure that was building up. I really need to take some time to thank my parents because even when I was in Toronto, they came every day from Oshawa to be with me. In Hamilton my mother even rented a room (from a friend of mine from high school). While in Hamilton a second song was made for me, called “Miracle’, these songs were made by a very close friend. This was the place where I first took my steps. They put me on a platform walker, and it took about four people to help me. I lost almost all the movement in my left arm and leg. It does make life a bit harder but I try to stay positive. I also found out there in Hamilton that I totally lost my hearing on my right side. My mom and I went to watch one of the Pirates of the Caribbean and she was sitting on my right. So because the movie was very loud I turned my head to hear what she said. It was only very much later that we found out I was partly deaf. Throughout my entire journey I could see God working many times in my life. Sometimes it’s kinda hard for me to accept what has happened to me, but it has made me a better man and able to take anything this world throws at me, all with God’s help. Near the beginning of all of this my mom graduated from her Legal Administrative program from Durham College. Even through everything that happened she was able to pass and her graduation was that summer. I was able to attend and I even spent a few hours at home. It took a while but I got my dog to trust me again. Always in a chair, plus all the medication, and the hospital food smells coming off me made me a completely new person to him.

After staying in Hamilton for six months I came back to the Oshawa hospital where I had my own private room. It was also pretty good because my whole family could visit me every day. They would joke that I was their cleanest patient, because I took a shower every night. I did things like occupational therapy, stretching every day, speech therapy, and physio therapy. Since I had my feeding tube taken out back in Hamilton I really had to control my water intake. It was scheduled for me to go to Toronto to perform an angiogram (this is where they make an incision in one of your main arteries, in your groin and send a catheter up near your brain, they let out a dye and take x-rays) This was fine by me, but the needle to numb me kinda of didn’t do its job. So I just laid and took it as he cut into my leg very cold bloodedly. When all was said and done the doctor said the A.V.M was no longer arachnoids in nature and it is now in a place that is more accessible. I don’t know how this happened but it is truly (I think) a gift from God. So now I’m going to go in December (now it’s the end of Julyish) for surgery or radiation therapy. Depending on how big the scar from the surgery will be I’m gonna go with the radiation. The specialist told me I have a 4% chance of rebleeding every year. If I do the radiation I still have two years with a 4% chance of bleeding. If I do the surgery its out completely out, but it is more invasive and both have a chance of infection. So it’s really a catch 22, but I’m leaving it up to God. Like I said I’m leaning more to the radiation, because I’m very worried about my looks. While I was here an enormous birthday party was thrown for me. I never knew that many people even knew who I was. I felt the love of so many people, but I wasn’t a teen anymore and I couldn’t get away with certain things anymore.

Within only a month in Oshawa I was shipped to the Toronto rehab institute. I spent about three months down in Toronto, coming home every weekend and having my parents come and visit once a week. I can definitely say that this has been the loneliest three months I have ever had to go through. There were almost always people around me, but that didn’t matter, I didn’t have those who I love and love me. During these three months I practiced a lot of standing, walking, and lots of talking. Lots of the stuff I did down there was repetitive so there isn’t much I can go on about. I still have much to practice, but with the knowledge they gave me I can keep pushing on.

Near the end of February I finally came home. After almost a year and a half I wasn’t just spending a few nights at home. I could finally say, “I am home!” it is a feeling I cannot describe to you. This wasn’t the end no…I still had to go the Oshawa hospital to do In-Hospital stuff. It was more of the therapies stuff. More of the same stuff so I won’t go into detail, all you need to know is that nothing interesting happened. After I was done the In-hospital stuff, I began getting help here at home. The physio and occupational therapist come here once a week, and the speech therapist comes once every two weeks. All the therapists give me something to work on while they aren’t here.

So that is my story, I hope you enjoyed reading about my screwed up life. Like I said I can only type with one finger so I’ll stop here. But I want you to know that God didn’t do this to me, but he can sure use this for His glory. Sometimes I’m glad this happened to me, because it has brought certain attributes of mine to the surface. Also I’m sure someone is reading this who doesn’t think they’re worth it, but I’m sure God KNOWS you are worth it.

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One can only beleive in oneself. Everything else in life is static and rapidly changing. External. It can only take a moment for an outside influence to shatter a belief or expose a flaw in it. Be it another person who betrays you or a religious beleif which no longer provides solace. Internally, we too are static and are changing rapidly, but every new thought becomes one with who we are before we even know it. Sometimes we don’t even know it has happened and think we’ve always had this belief. So it is only yourself that you can beleive in, as your beleifs are woven into the fabric of your soul.

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I think that one thing carries the others, and there is no a exact order. Some times we are alone in the darkness and we need to believe in ourselfs first, but if we loose the others beliefs we are going to loose the pathways of leaving that bad situation and We will stay there forever. So, the believe in ourselfs depends of other beliefs, then, they are all together at the same web. Therefore, my answer is NO.

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Oh! My GOD! Blood of JESUS have POWER.

I think The Beatles make a big mistake when write this music.

Jhon Lennon lost your life when was yanger yet.

He don´t have life after your murdered.

He is dead. He will be the second…murdered…your spirit is dead.

GOD BLASS YOU MY DEAR PAULO COELHO.

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I think you can believe in yourself only if first you believe in the world (the contrary of what John Lennon said).
In fact I think that the world is bigger than me and I’m a part of it. What can I be if I’m a part of nothing?.. A part of a big lie?.. if thy’re unreal why am I thinking?..
No I believe the only logical and true answer is: first believe in the world; try to feel yourself as a part of something good, positive, real, and then see what you can do according to your goals.
have a nice day

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no.
the only thing is that you must love yourself before you believe in yourself.

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the love for yoko aswell as for himself, are together as one, which is a direct connection to God, no matter which way you try, as long as you walk in love, you walk on the path of God anyway…

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I think the words or sense of this Lennon´s song was not about denying values we believe in or, on the contrary, fight against but about expressing how deep his feelings to YOKO are. I mean all he wanted to say was: Everything in my life is something I can put into a question or think and rethink about it again and again, but I am never unsure about my love to the woman of my life. For me, this song is about love, commitment and hope. It is about the power of love which transcends everyting. And believing in you and your soulmate create the love and understending for the others. And also, creates a hope and faith. By this provocative lyrics he only wanted to alarm his listeners and made them polemising and thinking. In fact,his words should be understood in a very opposite way. By questiong the things we take for granted by living our lives we express how deep our faith in life (and every single part of it) is. And also the power of our mind to be so strong to give an answer. The only beleiving one is for me the one who is not afraid to ask.

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I don’t see a connection between believing in oneself and renouncing other beliefs.
In order to live in harmony with one self one should accept each person as a hole with all there history and beliefs as long as they don’t cause harm to other creature.
a person has all the right to think , act and live in the way that make him or her happy and balanced.
Nour.

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I dont think that you have to not believe in everything to believe in yourself. I do however believe that you must first believe in yourself to be able to accept everyone elses beliefs and allow yourself to be present to yourself by having beliefs of your own even if no one else believes the same things. “the truth doesnt need anyones help to be true, it simply is” We are that truth.

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Shall we understand belief as “doctrine?” A set of propositions or commandments or laws to adhere to? Then one has to renounce on set of beliefs in order to hold others or they have to find a way to integrate them in order to avoid the void of contradiction.

However, if we understand “belief” from a Biblical perspective then we are referring to a way of living. The God of Jesus and the prophets was concerned with a new heart expressed in a new way of living. New meaning different from ways that are destructive and chaotic. In this way of “belief” there really is not need to renounce God in order to affirm my personhood. God seems to be wanting us to find the person and way of living that God created us to have in order to live in a peaceable kingdom with one another and to be able to reconcile with one another after conflicts.

But then it is harder and not as interesting to argue over a way of living than it is over a set of doctrines. A way of living is a witness of my experience. A set of doctrine is a way to decide who is right and who is wrong.

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To be able to believe in yourself, u must first of all believe in dreams, wishes, fairy tales…and God.
It would be too childish to say that the only thing you believe in is urself.

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But what is wrong in believing only in oneself……if God exists in all the grains of sand and every dewdrop, doesn’t believing in my own self mean that I believe in God ??
Love
M

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A fé normalmente vem atrelada à idéia de divindade. E acreditar em si mesmo é uma espécie de endeusamento do ego…tenho meus conflitos particulares quanto a isso: Quando tenho uma crença absoluta em mim penso estar afrontando a Deus. Então me volto para Ele, suspirando perdões. Nem sempre há otimismo nos resultados de tais embates, frequentemente sinto que Deus apenas observa. É uma espécie de abandono, um tipo de espera. Não justifica a minha certa indolência, mas quem tem cicatrizes demais conhece melhor a dor dos golpes da vida. E se até mesmo Jesus duvidou (“Pai, Por que me abandonastes?”), eu me vejo no direito de retornar ao ciclo vicioso de fé-própria e culpa. De repente, Deus se compadece. Ele já se compadeceu uma vez. Estou esperando o próximo milagre.

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“So here’s my question : do you think that in order to believe in yourself you have to renounce first to all other beliefs?”

Believing is difficult and belief in one thing is probably never independent to itself. In order say “I believe in God”, you have to assume that “I” means something even if you don’t believe that “I” is important outside of the “God” concept.

Some people find faith in self through faith in something else: “Without God I am nothing.” Others find faith in self through denouncing faith in outside forces: “No higher power exists, so I must take responsibility for my own life.” Depending on one’s individual inclinations, s/he might argue that one path is more fulfilling or more true to “ultimate reality”, but it doesn’t necessarily have to be one way or the other.

It feels to me, however, that belief is the key to the equation and not so much the object of that belief. Belief is where the true power lies.

Thank you for the guidance you give in your books,
Scott

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i love john lennon songs is because of the truth and his honest.
well i guess he just mad with the killing in the name of god,killing in the name of pride,killing in the name of love, killing in the name of power.

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