Remember When?

Remember When

This blog has taken a few twists and turns during the last four years. For almost two years, I published articles regarding the workings of the Law of Attraction. I hoped to inspire people to reach for their dreams; to share knowledge that could help them achieve their goals. I then gave the blog a rest, until Covid became the shameful and overwhelming story of the world. In response, I published an article on March 18th entitled We The Courageous (press here) in an attempt to offer support and help people dig down deep and face their fears about what was being reported.

Since that time, I’ve used various techniques–including articles regarding our true nature, the satirical antics of Dr. Phuphuey, and even a link to a recent peaceful protest in Trafalgar Square–that I hoped would help bring a degree of sanity to what appears to be collective insanity. Think of it: Did you ever believe that we would see a time when masks, physical distancing, and talk of social bubbles would be imposed upon the human race? And oddest of all, it doesn’t seem to make one whit of difference that the Corona Worldometer (as of today) continues to report that 99% of the cases present with mild symptoms. Nor does it make any difference when we hear of opposing opinions from respected doctors and experts in the field of immunology being silenced. Are we searching for a guarantee against death of the body? If so, we had better keep on looking.

The following is only my opinion, but it relates an example of one of the real victims of the human response to the story of “Covid.” The woman, “Dolores,” is eighty-four and lives in the retirement section of a nursing home. My friend, who provides footcare for the elderly, had visited this previously vibrant woman just prior to the implementation of restrictions in Canada in early March of this year. My friend, who recently treated Dolores for the first time in five months, told me that she noticed a significant decline; Dolores was both cognitively and physically slower. Yes, I admit, there is no proof that we can attribute all, or even part, of Dolore’s decline to being isolated from her family members. Dolores told my friend that there had been lots of phone calls; but, of course, visitations and shows of affections such as hugs and kisses from family members, had been deemed meaningless and prohibited by those who would save us. We, of course, are concerned with saving ourselves; that’s why we stand six-feet apart and don the pitiful masks that hide our humanity…even when our hearts are screaming that something smells about this whole thing.

The good news is that any further decline in Dolores, and the thousands of isolated persons like her, will not be covered by any media coverage; therefore, we won’t have to witness it. Nor will we know the accounts of thousands, if not millions, who have lost previously flourishing businesses. These silent but atrocious occurrences don’t make headlines; and they never will. It is up to us–the relatives and caring friends–to stand up for the current inhumanity that is sweeping the world. If we don’t, only egos will survive; and they aren’t worth saving. Remember when?

Dare to dream (and care for one another).

With heartfelt regards,


Copyright © – 2020–R. Arthur Russell

Dr. Phuphuey Makes a Diagnosis


Note: The names of the persons directly involved in the following account have been changed to protect their right to privacy, as guaranteed (okay, maybe not “guaranteed,” but “implied”) under the Medical Privacy Act of 1923, as first instituted squid pro quo somewhere in Liechtenstein; amended in 1927, somewhere in the Nether Parts; and later modified (see attached pamplet explaining “said” modifications) somewhere over the rainbow.


“Follow me, ” said Nurse Whatsthebigfuss. “The doctor will see you now.” She walked down the hall and opened a door to an examination room. Three words came out of her: “Sit. There. Now,” and she was gone.

Mr. Ihavenothingbettertodo did as he was told and sat up on the white examination table, sidesaddle. A moment later, Dr. Phuphuey made his grand entrance. As usual he was smoking one of his Export A cigarettes. “Before we begin,” he said, “please remove that mask.”

“But,” said Mr. Ihavenothingbettertodo, “I’m not wearing one.”

“Hmmm,” said Dr. Phuphuey, “how unfortunate. So…that’s your face?”

“Yes,” said Mr. Ihavenothingbettertodo, “I blame it on my mother’s side of the family.”

“She was ugly?” asked Dr. Phuphuey.

Mr. Ihavenothingbettertodo lowered his eyes and nodded. “Fell from the Ugly Tree,” he said, “and hit every branch on the way down.”

“No kidding,” said Dr. Phuphuey as he opened the chart. “So…what can I do for you today?”

“I’m here for my yearly physical. Gotta keep an eye on things, ‘specially given what’s going around these days.”

“What’s going around?”

“You know.”

Dr. Phuphuey took a deep drag from his cigarette and a saggy length of ash fell on his lab coat. “No, can’t say I do.”


“Come again?”

“VIRUS. It’s in all the media. I’m here to get swabbed–to get checked to see if I have it.”

“Ohhhh,” I see,” said Dr. Phuphuey. “Well, just for the record, I don’t swab. That’s a little high tech for me. I do things the old school way.” He approached the examination table and stood in front of Mr. Ihavenothingbettertodo. “Stick out your tongue,” he said.

Mr. Ihavenothingbettertodo made a pitiful attempt to do so.

“Farther,” said the doctor. “C’mon, put your back into it.”

With that, Mr. Ihavenothingbettertodo, leaned forward and extended his tongue as far as he could.

“And…hold,” said Dr. Phuphuey. With that, he fumbled into the pocket of his labcoat and pulled out a tape ruler and measured, mumbling ‘from lips to tip’  as he did so. “Ah, ha, ” he said, “Two and seven-eighths. No metric for this doc.”

“Is that good?”

Dr. Phuphuey was charting. “Average,” he said. “Now, stick out your tongue again and say do re mi fa so and hold on laaaaa. Then swish your tongue back and forth like a basketball player going for the dunk.”

Mr. Ihavenothingbettertodo opened his mouth and began to follow the instructions, but Dr. Phuphuey backed away suddenly. “Egad,” he exclaimed, “you’ve got mutton breath!”

“Mutton breath?” said Mr. Ihavenothingbettertodo.


“What’s that?”

“Bacterial, a strain of sheepicus toocloseicum. Highly contagious. Comes from following the herd too much. Don’t worry, it’s not deadly–but it’ll ruin your life if you let it.”

“Will it go away?”

“Yes, as long as you stay away from sheep.”

“Do I need a prescription?”

“You mean drugs? Heavens, no–don’t believe in them. I recommend cutting any connection with the herd. Live it up. Do something for yourself. Put your noggin to good use and think for yourself.”

“Certainly. Will do.”

“Oh, and one more thing. For the next seven days, whenever your bladder’s full…”


“Go pee on your T.V. Unplug it first, and then soak it with urine. Pee like a sprinter arching for the tape. Drench it. Don’t leave a square inch of it dry.”


“Just ‘cause. Trust me, it’ll feel good.”

Mr. Ihavenothingbettertodo hopped down from the table and headed for the door. “Do I need a follow-up appointment?” he asked.

“Heck, no,” said Dr. Phuphuey, after lighting another cigarette. “Just go live.”


Dare to dream (and care for one another).

With heartfelt regards,


Copyright © – 2020–R. Arthur Russell

Bunker Time (Five Years Post “The Virus”)

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In the musty bunker that Grandpa Knowles had called home for the previous four years, two candles flickered; casting darting images upon the stone and cement walls. Minda, his eight-year-old granddaughter, who had been sitting on one of the two wicker chairs they had scrounged from a nearby dump, suddenly stood.

“Persmission to go outside?” she said to her grandpa. “I have to use the latrine.”

“Certainly,” replied her grandpa, as he looked into her bright eyes. “But be careful, and you know about what.” Minda nodded and said, “Uh, huh.” She knew it wasn’t about the virus that she needed to be careful. A couple of days ago, her grandpa had told her there were rumors of persons lurking nearby. One had to be careful.

Minda took hold of one of the candles and made her way up the damp cement stairs that led outside. At the top, she blew out the candle as her grandpa had instructed her to do. Light was a sure give away. She did her business in the nearby latrine, and then carefully made her way back into the bunker.

“Better?” asked Grandpa Knowles when she returned. He took the candle from Minda and relit it, doubling the shadowy light of the bunker

“You bet,” Minda said. She smiled, took a sip of water from her canteen, and sat back in her wicker chair. “Tell me again,” she said.

“How we got here?” he said.


“Well, the events that led to this happened over many years; a long slow forgetting, I call it. That forgetting painfully revealed itself in the year 2020. It was really about ignorance, which really just means not knowing.”

“What do you mean?” said Minda.

Grandpa Knowles leaned forward, his chair creaking. “I mean a forgetting of our true nature. For simplicity, let’s say that human beings are made of two parts. The first part is what’s Real; It’s the Essence that God gave us. It can never be taken from us, ’cause it’s what we are. The second part is the personality; it’s the false part invented by the human mind. Trouble is, the majority of human beings are unaware of their Essence; they’ve totally lost recognition of it. That’s why they act the way they do–the false part has taken over, but they don’t know that. And because they believe they’re only the body and the mind, they’re really frightened of it coming to an end. As a result, personalitites do all sorts of terrible acts; either one to one, or collectively.”

“Like what?” asked Minda.

“Hmmm, not sure now is a good time to tell you. It’s almost your bedtime, young lady.”

“Please,” Minda said, “I want to know.”

“Well, because the majority of humans have forgotten that we are One in Essence, they have even gone to war against one another. If they realized that we were all One under the skin–where it counts–they would never think of harming one another.”

“What about this, though?” said Minda. “What about the story of the virus?”

“Well,” said Grandpa, “human fear is the real threat–not the virus. It would have been wise to take precautions; but if humans had realized What they truly are, the situation wouldn’t have spun so out of control. That’s the main reason why life came to this point; humans actually believe they are the body-mind.”

“That’s funny!” blurted Minda. “I know I’m wayyyy more than my body.”

A soft smile touched Grandpa Knowles’ face, hinting of nearby tears. The thought of his daughter–Minda’s mother–was caressing his mind. She’d been part of  “Resistance,” and paid the ultimate price; just for peacefully defending what she knew to be true. His hands rubbed the arms of his chair, as by their own volition.

“You okay, Grandpa?” Minda said softly.

Grandpa Knowles nodded. “Yup.” He was glad that Minda knew her true nature; his teachings–and her daily meditation–had pointed her to Truth. Now, though, it was time to tuck her in for the night. Minda realized that, too. She stepped to the cot against the end wall of the bunker and snuggled into her sleeping bag. Grandpa Knowles hugged her and then blew out the nearby candle. “Above Ground,” as it was called, giving hugs was punishable by death; in the name of protection. He was glad that he still knew the intrinsic power of Love. He would sit in relative darkness until he heard her drift off to sleep–all the while keeping one ear attuned to sounds of  any approaching persons.

With warms regards,


Copyright © – 2020–R. Arthur Russell



The Corona List of Ten

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The situation regarding the corona virus is evolving daily, with media coverage of new cases, accounts of shortages in grocery stores, and ample footage of people wearing masks and gloves. Social distancing is the norm. There is talk of potential vaccines, talk of how to manage our career from home, and talk of conspiracy theories with various motives. The subject has talked many of us to a point of mental numbness, as evidenced by our blank stares. Amidst all of the news there has been one major upshot: Our forced hibernation has provided an opportunity for our hearts to open. We’ve been given time to contemplate how we’ve been living, and to ask ourselves what holds real importance. The following list may reflect some–or all–of our conclusions:

  1. Love.
  2. Refer to number 1.
  3. Refer to number 1.
  4. Refer to number 1.
  5. Refer to number 1.
  6. Refer to number 1.
  7. Refer to number 1.
  8. Refer to number 1.
  9. Refer to number 1.
  10. Refer to number 1.

The love within our heart exists for good reason. Now may be the best time to become more aware and question whether we are expressing it with family, friends, colleagues, and, yes–even the man or woman standing six-feet away–in the best possible way.

Dare to dream (and care for one another).

With heartfelt regards,


Copyright © – 2020 – R. Arthur Russell



Humans are an intriguing bunch, with mindsets that often range from delighted to deranged, and variations, thereof. Depending on our mood, the day, or the news, the majority of us express behaviour that reflects how we feel on a moment-to-moment basis. Now we’re fine–smile, relax, and breathe easy; now we’re not–frown, swear, and kick a garbage can. The stock market is up! The stock market is down! We got the job, the house, and the spouse, or–$#!%–we lost the job, the house, and the spouse! To surrender to such an existence is to fate ourselves to misery. To state that such behaviour is unstable is a gross understatement.

We’ve become so accustomed to these swings that we accept them as being perfectly normal. We reason that such is just the way life is. One day up; the next day down. The world is currently in the throes of a virus that is accentuating our tendency to swing between pleasure and pain; and until we evolve into greater awareness, our habitual behavioural swings will become even more dramatic. Is this truly desirable?

If permitted, our mind would deprive us of every last drop of genuine joy. How it loves to convince us that we are dependent on persons, things, or circumstances and watch us trot–like wayward donkeys chasing carrots–between desire and fear. The mind often employs the following trickery disguised as logic: “I’ll be happy when…”  We need not be geniuses to realize the “whens” that might apply to the situation regarding the virus: “I’ll be happy when the virus is under control. I’ll be happy when I get back to work, or find another job. I’ll be happy when life gets back to normal. I’ll be happy when the grocery shelves are fully stocked again. I’ll be happy when masks, gloves, and social distancing are of the past.” The list could go on and on.

Such thinking, although understandable, only chains us to a vulnerable position. Why? Because it encourages us to hibernate in our fear and put our dreams on hold until life becomes perfect and perfectly safe–which, of course, is impossible. It also encourages us to become wait-and-see specialists who place our faith in masks, gloves, one-way arrows, and the efforts of those who would presume the ability to save us. Will eleven or twelve feet be enough social distance during the next virulent times? That’s not to be negative or to criticize our present precautionary efforts; rather, to state a truth. When the Corona story has played itself out will not yet another circumstance vie for our attention? When a virus is no longer newsworthy, will we not merely shift our focus to a different life-robbing headline?

So what’s the positive amidst the current situation? That we can consciously choose to take back our power–now! Free of the minds dominion, we can rise in awareness and dare to proclaim: “I am happy in this moment, right here and now!” We can stop searching for guarantees that don’t exist! We can shift our awareness away from the flesh-and-bones costume with which we have mistakenly identified, and step into the glory of our True Nature. We can deliberately practice gratitude, and in doing so train our mind to seek that which is noble, worthwhile, and good. We need not surf the mind’s tumultuous wave between good or bad, triumph or defeat. We can detach and yet still do our part to make our collective life experiences as good and as safe as they can be. When this current situation is finished, we will remain–as always–the silent witness that is above the mind and, most importantly, beyond the reach of fear.

Dare to dream (and care for one another).

With heartfelt regards,


Copyright © – 2020 – R. Arthur Russell

Feel Our Roar!

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A worldwide situation related to a virus is currently–understandably–garnering the largest portion of our attention. The subject seems to leave the majority of individuals with little vision for any other focus. We begin our day with thoughts about it; marinate our minds in it throughout the day; and often permit it to be the last thought before we drift off to sleep, exhausted. The weight of the situation is made heavier by the fact that many people are experiencing personal and professional consequences from every direction.

What the virus doesn’t know, however, is that we didn’t arrive at this stage of our evolution by being a pushover. The negative and often frightening stories that are currently circulating might temporarily cause us to forget our true position in life; but we are wise to remember that we possess reserves of incredible strength. If we fall down for the hundredth time, we will rise–fist punched skyward–for the 101st and shout, “we will prevail!” Again and again we rise, for however many times it takes to triumph. There’s a roar waiting within each and every one of our brave hearts. It’s there. We can feel it!

Along with our innate strength, we possess an ever greater power: Our power to think. We can originate thoughts and also attract them. We realize that we have the ability to direct our attention to whatever we desire. Most importantly, we know that whatever we focus upon–be it courage or cowardice, strength or weakness–is ultimately reflected in the circumstances of our lives. By imbuing our thoughts with feelings of strength–in spite of our situations–we exhibit more strength. The same principle holds true with regard to our vision of vibrant health.

Please look at the image of the lion atop this page. It would have been easy to select a stereotypical image of a lion posed on a cliff, roaring at the top of its lungs. Not this time, and for good reason. I wanted to convey power at rest and help you–incredible brave hearts–to remember the tremendous power that is within you. The lion exudes power without having to demonstrate it. It is confident in its strength. It is powerful because it realizes that of which it is made. Human beings are vastly more powerful than the lion. We have ROAR inside of us, waiting to be unleashed. Now would be a good time to feel that power.

Dare to dream (and care for one another).

With heartfelt regards,


Copyright © – 2020 – R. Arthur Russell

The Fifty-One-Percent Principle

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From Creative Mind by Ernest Holmes, I offer the following quote: “An hour a day spent in silent meditation will not save us from the confusion of life. The fifty-one percent of a man’s thinking is what counts.” Most of us have written our fair share of exams, and few would believe that fifty-one percent could represent a passing mark. In this highly competitive world. we have most likely been taught that we require marks consistently in the high nineties, or even perfect, to rise to positions of distinction. With regard to the current situation related to a virus, however, such is not the case. We might be relieved to know that fifty-one percent will, indeed, help all of us.

Marc Allen, one of the founders of New World Library, once expressed the fifty-one percent principle regarding our goals through the analogy of a plane in flight. What he shared is paraphrased as follows: A plane that sets out for a destination often deviates (contrary to public opinion) from its flight path. Strong winds, storms, and various other conditions are constantly at play and must be taken into consideration. But if the pilots continuously steer the plane back onto course, the plane (and its passengers) will finally arrive at their destination.

All of us are seeking safe passage though the current world situation. There are no guarantees, simply because life never came with any. The good news, however, is that we can all play a role in helping us land safely at our common destination. It’s important to realize this: All of usnot just someare pilots. What each and every one of us think, speak, and do literally matters. Are we steering toward optimism, or veering toward pessimism? Despite appearances to the contrary, we are One. The following is a short list that can help us arrive safely:

  • Gratitude: If possible (and it’s always possible), place your attention on an aspect of  life for which you are thankful. Is your heart beating right now? “Thank you, heart.”
  • Self Care: Devote at least a few minutes each day to an activity or non activity (such as meditation) that nurtures your soul. Habits that contribute to a positive mindset are invaluable, for they provide a sense of stability.
  • Sleep: Although this may be challenging, all of us realize the importance of getting enough rest. A mechanism that never stops is subject to a great degree of wear and tear. Sleep can–and often does–shift our entire outlook.
  • Contribute: Finding a way to contribute is a powerful way of shifting our focus from the little egoic “i” that may be so fearful or stressed right now. By helping someone else, we help silence worries related to self.
  • Deliberate Optimism: The world has weathered countless past storms, and we have done so through deliberate focus. We always have choice, and now is the time to apply it. Wayne Dyer was attributed with the following quote: “The law of floatation was not discovered by contemplating the sinking of things.” Through awareness, we can learn to watch our thoughts and, thereby, better govern our attitude. If a thought serves us, we are wise to keep it. If it doesn’t, we can deliberately choose to replace it with a positive one.

The fifty-one percent principle can help us power through this current situation. The will to survive–and thrive–is within us. Let’s all buckle up and do what’s in the best interests of everyone.

Dare to dream (and care for one another).

With heartfelt regards,


Copyright © – 2020 – R. Arthur Russell

An Interview With Fear

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Clutching my thin briefcase, I tentatively entered the large room, which was ornately paneled with dark wood. Four dim-lighted sconces on the front wall were the only source of light. As I stepped forward, I heard the door close behind me, followed by the soft click of a key turning. The room had a high ceiling and an echo-like empty feel to it. I walked forward and stopped in front of an immense oak desk that was centered on a raised platform. A person would have had to climb stairs to sit behind it. I looked up, but I could see no one.

“Mr. Doe?” came a resonant voice.

“Yes,” I replied. “John Doe.”

“I understand that you’re here to apply for the position of Fear Specialist.”

“Yes,” I replied.

“What makes you think you’re qualified for the position? We don’t hire just anyone, you know.”

“Well,” I replied, as I attempted to hand my resume upward to the voice above me, if you’ll take a look…”

“Just give me the highlights,” said the voice.

“Well, I know something of fear myself, so I can well relate. When I was four, I was afraid of the boogeyman–so scared that I occasionally peed the bed. When I was eight, I was afraid of getting a few scrapes when I was learning to ride my bike. I cried more than a few times. And when I was a teenager, I was so afraid of being rejected by the in-crowd that I turned against myself to be accepted.”

“Nice,” said the voice, “that’s a good start. But what have you done recently?”

I flipped to the second page of my resume and scanned down the lines. “Well, during recent years,” I said, “I have dwelt upon as much bad news as I possibly can. In fact, I fill myself with it. As a result, I’ve endured a lot of fear and a tremendous degree of physical pain and mental anguish. I’m quite familiar with the coverage of war, terrorism, bomb attacks, and even viruses.”

“Very nice,” said the voice. I imagined it smiling, if such could be possible. “You may be just the man we’re seeking.”

Inwardly, I smiled. How I needed the job. I slid my resume back into my briefcase.

“What are you willing to do to fit into our organization?”

“Almost anything,” I said, but as soon as the words exited my mouth I felt a twinge stab through me.

“Bow,” said the voice. It was a command, not a question.

“Pardon me,” I said. “What did you say?”

“I said ‘bow.’ The voice was harsh now. “Do it now, or this interview is over. There are plenty more like you that are eager for an interview.”

Time stood still as the realization of what I was being asked–no told!–to do settled within me. A cold shiver ran down my legs. Was this a nightmare? What price was I willing to pay to get the job? From somewhere deep within me, I felt the warm wellspring of power rise within me. It felt glorious, a power that was beyond any fear related to humankind. I need not bow. I would not bow.

A few moments later, as I felt that power surge within my being, I turned my back to the courtroom and marched proudly toward the door. “Come back, come back!” the angry voice called, but I refused to turn. The door opened easily, and as I stepped toward the light, I felt the building collapse into a heap of ruble. For the first time in years, I knew I was free.


This article is not intended to imply that we are wrong for taking sensible precautions during a challenging period; nor does it imply that we’re not brave if we feel a degree of fear or insecurity as the current situation unfolds. I’m only suggesting that we can ask ourselves if fear must dominate our lives. It can’t without our permission. More faith, less fear. We are strong.

Dare to dream (and care for one another).

With heartfelt regards,


Copyright © – 2020 – R. Arthur Russell