Gloria in excelsis Deo
echoes off the
monastery’s walls
lingering
on the wind
–Terry Chitwood
Have mercy on us. Traders, especially, need mercy since most traders don’t realize trading is a spiritual process. Praise God . . . with all your heart, with all your soul, with your whole being—while trading. Let your trading become a continuous prayer where meaning replaces greed.
Pray the Market
Praying the market in contrast to trading the market lets joy reign in a transpersonal realm beyond winning and losing. With each breath let joy permeate your being. Allow yourself to be transported to a higher plane where the voices of angels are singing Gloria . . . eternally.
Trading Happens
Between the praying and the singing, trading happens. Trading happens as a part of the worship, as a way of worshiping God. Trading is an afterthought, an echo on the wind. Trading becomes part of the divine song, counterpoint, a melody all its own.
Photo Credit: Photo by Linda Bucklin
Tweet dusk only the eagle can see –Terry Chitwood The orange sun reflects off the golden eagle’s eyes, turning the world into flame. Perfectly still, gliding on wings of silence, the eagle surveys his domain. Dusk descends . . . and so does the eagle with no prey in sight. The Big Picture Viewing the…
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Tweet a drop of moonlight ignites a silver flame in my heart –Terry Chitwood We all trade in the dark, never sure of making the right trade, the correct decision, or something better than an informed guess. Darkness surrounds the timing of a trade as well. Did we get in too soon . . ….
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