As I stand with my feet on the sand, I see the ships awaiting their turn to cross the Panama Canal. I thought of the relentless rains, the mosquitoes, the jungle, the unpredictable soils, the obstacles that the engineers, administration, construction crews and their families underwent in its construction.

Americans, before them the French. There were the Chinese with the railroad, the ongoing trades with the Spanish “conquistadores” through Las Cruces Trail. Then there were the trades amongst the indigenous people. Always a thorough-way. Always choosing to go from North, the Atlantic Ocean to South, the Pacific Ocean or vice-versa.

Whose dream was it? The Americans no question finished it. Carefully planning and the drawing of every gate, paddle and culvert of the lock. Even the use of reinforced concrete was a novelty in the building of the Canal. It was so brilliant. But, who thought of it first? Whose bright mind first thought of the idea of the thorough-way. I don´t know.

Many people thought about the thorough-way. But only one built it. It is the one that imagines, visualizes, makes the plans on paper, is clear, confident that it will work, and is listening to his inner self that gets the job done. Everything is possible!

It is just a matter of persistence. Duck, turn and dodge the curve balls, the criticism, the jealousy, the envy. Just keep going, don´t look to the right or to the left. Focus, like Mark Januszewski says: “Push! Keep going forward!” Replace the old beliefs with new neuropeptides…

As I thought about all this, I looked down and saw a small hole in the ground. It was a crab digging into the sand. I laughed. I turned and as I walked back to the car, I heard a Salsa song playing full blast. People were singing to their heart´s content.

Greatly influenced by Haanel, I decided to listen to the words of the song. The lyrics were HORRIBLE! I know, I know… no opinions…. But wait, this is good: Just like I disconnected the TV, I must be aware of what I feed my mind.

So, I chose to disconnect from some of the songs, news items, random comments, that no longer serve me. Even from those people that just complain all the time… I know you know who I´m talking about… Right?

When it´s time to grow, the hermit crabs go deep into hiding under the damp sand. Maybe I need to dive deep into the sand, stay away from everyone for a couple of days. Just go deep within my being, to “molt”, continue the chanting, discover my true light and grow. Then I can go and join the rest of the gang.

Perchance, today I have kept mostly to myself. It´s a mini molting process. A chance to be me, by myself… I took out the 10x mirror. Looked eye to eye… and said: I love ME, for being me, in my hero´s journey with Master Key Experience (MKE).