Monthly Archives: September 2013

Button, Button, Goose

Last night I got into a conversation about being true to your spiritual gifts rather than buttonholing yourself to what you think you should be doing. I was using my own life as an example because, well, I know it better than most. I pointed out how even though I was successful, even good at being a healer, it was ultimately unfulfilling. Coaching followed the same pattern.

Each of us has a unique combination of spiritual gifts. We are builders, teachers, healers, leaders, enablers, organizers, metaphysicians, creators and smart asses. We usually excel at 2-3 of these gifts. No one is like anyone else.

What tickles my spiritual goose is writing, mentoring and making people blow coffee on their keyboards.

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I excel at understanding the nature of things. When I was a businessman I could walk into any enterprise and glean how it operated and where the profit came from. It was second nature. I did the same thing as a healer. I understood the metaphysics of how and why a person became sick and was able to convey that information back to the client.

So my strengths are metaphysics and teaching. I like nothing better than to sit and ponder the workings of the Universe. And I do–so much so that I find that I have very few people whom I can talk to that share my passion. I share through writing. My abilities to communicate allow me to create metaphors to explain the virtually unexplainable. If I can make my writing funny so much the better.

Master Channel, Frank Butterfield, once called me an unconscious channel. I’m pretty sure he meant it in a good way, but as long as I can remember, when I think or talk about a subject, it is as if I download information from the Universe. A person I met in a jacuzzi called this claircognizance. I’ve never heard that term before. I’m not even sure it is in the spelling ballpark.

When I write, I also tap into this information source and it in turn, feeds my metaphysical jones. In other words, my job is doing what feels good to me. I laugh out loud when I write. Doing what you love and getting what you want by doing so is a key feature to Life Surfing.

Another question that came out of this conversation was: What is the difference between being a teacher, a coach, and a mentor? On the surface they seem very similar. A teacher imparts knowledge, a coach draws out person’s strategy and creates accountability, and a mentor demonstrates through example and helps the client follow a similar path. Mentoring is the best fit for me for one-on-one work—and I still get to enjoy the high of creating the spiritual space involved in coaching and healing.

Spiritual skills are those skills that seem so normal that you just assume that everyone does these things. It was through trial and error that I figured out that using my innate abilities was not only the most enjoyable way to live, but the most productive as well.

So… What are your spiritual skills and how do you use them to enjoy your experience?

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(c)2013 Chip Engelmann

I Judge Myself Against Ridiculous Standards

It’s true. For example: When I was a kid I used to watch Westerns. In one Western plot template, the hero had to cross the desert with very little water. The hero, of course, would drink less than his share of water so that everyone would live. Then he stumbles into town, beat to shit, lips cracked, half-blind, and falls into the arms of the good-hearted saloon girl, having saved all the women and children and lesser men–all except the corrupt Indian Agent who sold rifles to the Apaches, of course.

It doesn’t take a great leap of logic to see that for a kid who has to be perfect, he has to be one of the good guys. And good guys drink less water than everyone else. So from that time on, I stopped drinking water—okay not completely. I drank when I got really thirsty. But I subconsciously trained myself not to need water.

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Now I don’t even think about water. I have to get really thirsty before I can drink it. Even then, I get into an internal debate about whether I really need water badly enough to stop what I’m doing to get it.

So based upon the fictitious good guy’s super-human abilities of denial and self-sacrifice, I don’t drink water—which I happen to love the taste of by the way. I do the same thing with fruit. Love the taste, but don’t eat it. Are you picking up the underlying vibration here? To be a good guy, you must sacrifice the things you need–for the greater good of course. That includes, dare I say it,


What a delicious point of contrast, no?

The contrast was to be expected. Any time you start a new creation you unearth the conflicting thoughts that delay the manifestation. Sometimes, the contrast is almost over-whelming. But the over-whelming contrast holds a diamond-in-the-rough. Powerful contrast yields powerful desire which you can leverage into a crystal-clear decision which you shout to the Universe, “I want what I want and I will have it.”

On the other hand, the hero contrast outlined above is more of a speed bump. You see it, recognize it for what it is, make a choice of what you want instead, and let it go.

I will allow myself to have what I like.

You never stop having contrast. Contrast is what steers you towards better and better feeling thoughts. And contrast by definition never feels good. But you change your interpretation of what contrast means and it becomes almost welcome. You become less tolerant of feeling bad and more interested in feeling better. So you let contrast do its thing and allow the bad feelings pass through you. The pesky thoughts are then free to evolve away from you.

In other words, you get more proficient at dropping resistance to the contrast.

And life gets better and better and better.

I’m thirsty. Can I get you a drink?

What if getting what you wanted was easy? What if all the scary emotions and bad-feeling thoughts you have yet to conquer were paper-tigers that you created to help you? How would that change your perception? Think about it and come back and share.


(c)2013 Chip Engelmann

The Pandora Effect

Okay, I admit it. I like music. A lot. It’s not uncommon to see me plugged in to my iPod, dancing silently across the the house, stopping only to wiggle my butt between my son Shane and the ever so crucial battle for world domination on his WiiU. Don’t be surprised if you see me captured on YouTube bopping down some small town street.

This is a recent occurrence. In my book, The Whole Banana, Law of Attraction on the Rocks with a Twist, I talk about how people tend to listen to music that is of a vibration slightly above their dominant vibration. If a person feels powerless, the anger of death rock might give them a sense of relief. A person who is merely frustrated, might find the same music too harsh. All of these people would probably find songs about true love and trees and flowers and chirping birds to be twit-written sissy shit.

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And this is where the contrast comes in. I had tons of music from the 1960’s, 70’s and 80’s, but the vibration of this music wore me down. I found silence a relief from my old favorites. I kinda-sorta looked for music that felt better, but I was frustrated by my local myopic radio stations, and confounded by the massive amounts of music available on YouTube and Internet Radio. I gave up looking. But the desire for music that met my needs prevailed.

Of course, strong desire and giving up is a very powerful combination.

One day, my wife Julie introduced me to Pandora. She said it was an internet radio service that created custom music stations to fit your taste. And it was free.

The way Pandora works is a good metaphor for Easy-peasy Law of Attraction.

If you were to ask me to distil Law of Attraction into a single sentence it would be:

The thoughts that you give birth to give rise to thoughts of similar vibration.

The way you create something with Law of Attraction is you visualize what it is you want until you feel the vibration of the having of it. Many times, this is an educated guess, meaning you draw from your experiences, take a little from here and a little from there to approximate what you think you want. Then you follow the the thoughts that feel like relief or feel better until what you want manifests.

Pandora works in similar way. You start with what you know you like. I started my station with just a single artist. Pandora then streams music to you from that artist and other performers they think are similar. Then you follow the music that feels better. If a song makes you feel better, you click thumbs up. If you don’t like a song or it brings you down, you click on the thumbs down—you detach yourself from it, and it will never be played again. Most songs are down-the-middle-right-on to what you want. When you click thumbs up, it steers your music toward more of the music you like most.

Within a couple months the music was so good, I listened to Pandora almost exclusively both on my home system and my iPod. I recently upgraded to Pandora One for $4 per month and eliminated the commercial interruptions.

I use this uplifting music in meditations sitting lotus style in my office chair and when I plan out my blog posts, web design, and mentally write the next chapter in one of my books. In short, I use music to lift and maintain my vibration. I manifested Pandora as the path of least resistance to creating this uplifting music.

Pandora is way cool!

My name is Chip Engelmann and I heartily approve this message.

Chip Engelmann and/or Life Surfer’s Guide are not associated with Pandora in this lifetime or any other past, present, or future. He/they did not receive any remuneration for this endorsement, but if the Pandora president were to call up and offer free service for life, he would not refuse.

What do you do to feel better—to “raise your vibes?” I thought it would be fun to gather up a bunch of ideas. Don’t be shy. I promise no one will see this besides you, me and 3 hundred million of your closest friends.


(c) 2013 Chip Engelmann

The Contrast Medusa

I know what your thinking. You’re thinking that as soon as you imagine something you want and start following the Path of Least Resistance, it leads to a giant hedge maze. You know you have to go in, but you also know that inside, maybe not around the first turn, or the second, the Contrast Medusa waits.

But you are brave, and you really want what you want, so it has to be done.

As you start your journey you notice how beautiful the Path of Least Resistance really is. Even here in the maze, the sunlight lights up the walls strewn with white flowers with yellow centers and deep purple flowers with with burnt umber centers. All of which are tended by florescent white butterflies and shimmering green hummingbirds with ruby throats. You half expect to see Snow White kissing a bluebird…

A cloud suddenly looms over and a chill shudders every inch of your body. Three-inch thorns seem to sprout from every branch and they are dripping with something…poison. The Medusa is close. You can tell by how it feels.

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You turn the corner and you see her for a split instance as you turn to stone—wha wha wha wha whaaaa sounds

and you find yourself back at the beginning of the level—the horror you just saw fading like an ancient memory.

As the cobwebs clear it suddenly occurs to you that even the Universe would not make a reality game without some way to defeat the monster. Think. A mirror! Everyone knows that the way you defeat the Medusa is to use a mirror. Check your imaginary tool belt. Not that pouch, the big compartment. The one labeled “Cosmetics.”

You extract the hand mirror and examine it. The frame back is heavy, silver with protruding gold inlay. Along the bottom is an engraved script. You lick your finger, rub it and it becomes clearer.

It don’t mean a thing if you ain’t got that swing.


Man, this mirror is garage-sale old.

But it will do. You set your jaw, throw back your shoulders and you are all like, “That Bitch is Toast.”

Focused and determined you set out. Pretty flowers yada yada yada, Snow White yada yada yada, poison thorns. You stop. She’s right around the corner. You ease the mirror out.

It actually does look like Uma Thurman only with that pukey, green-gray, caked-on, cracked make-up and that wiggly, snakey dredlocks thing going on. And you can’t help but be like, “Shit girl, get some respect.”

Then it dawns on you. The Contrast Medusa is just a thought. A bad-feeling thought, true, but there is nothing really a thought can do to hurt you.

You step out from behind the hedge corner, lock eyes with the monster, and challenge, “Bring it.”

You are filled with a sense of dread, dread that the emotion you are hiding from yourself is so intense and awful that you will be left a quivering mass of straight jacket velcroed to a padded wall.

But this Medusa is just a thought. Like that Double Indulgence chocolate cake you had for breakfast. It wasn’t that all that bad. I mean, it was made from organic chocolate and everyone knows that organic is good for you, and besides, what is a doughnut if not a round cake, and they are okay for breakfast.

Like that. Just a thought. So what if it feels like the taste of Listerine mixed with grapefruit juice. It is a thought you gave birth to many years ago and you just no longer like the meaning you’ve assigned it.

And as you are asking the Medusa, “Is that all you got?” the thought you’ve hidden from yourself starts to emerge. It is something like “I hate Mommy.” or “I’ll never be good enough for my daddy to love me,” or “The Yankees are the most suck-face team in baseball.”

When you gave birth to those thoughts they gave you a feeling of relief that was otherwise unavailable to you at that time. But as you grew older, you judged those thoughts against the cultural templates you adopted. It is evil to hate, especially your mother. I should honor my father and be grateful he provided for me. Okay, okay, there’s nothing that can exonerate the Damn Yankees, but you get it.

This thought, in order to serve you better, morphed from relief into a bad hair day bitch just to point out how this self-perception, this self-judgment no longer serves you. It is just doing it’s job.

Look at it just sitting there. Sad and misunderstood. It’s okay if you pet it. You can tell it you love it and thank it for protecting you if you like. It is what it is. It is just a thought. Be okay with it. Let it evolve away from you.

Relax. Have a sip of Felix Felicis (that’s Serendipity Juice to you Muggles.)

The Universe has got this.

Now you just have to chose which thought you would rather have instead. That Double Indulgence chocolate cake sounds pretty good to me.

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(c)2013 Chip Engelmann