new-fallen snow
reflects the sun
shadows disappear
–Terry Chitwood
Light dissolves shadows, casting out negative thoughts from the darkest corners of our minds, helping our fears disappear, and allowing truth to be revealed. In trading, fear creeps into the mind like a thief, stealing our peace, disrupting our plans, magnifying our doubts. Fear creates black holes in our minds, swirling traps of negativity waiting to ensnare us.
Spiritual Light
Bringing spiritual light to our trading is more than thinking positive thoughts, more than just mentally reciting positive affirmations. Bringing spiritual light to our trading reveals the demons (complexes) generating the negativity . . . generating the fear. When these demons are unmasked, our fear fades and our negativity evaporates.
A Cold Examination
New-fallen snow is cold. A cold reflection is needed to ferret out the shadowy areas in our minds. These areas seek to remain hidden, using misdirection and trickery to mislead and deceive. Shadow desires to keep us in the dark, plotting subtle ways to sabotage our trading . . . our lives.
Sun
When our cold reflection discovers darkness, let sun sear it. Let our new consciousness and spiritual viewpoint burn away the negative thoughts, the self-sabotaging behaviors. When shadow dissolves; spirit evolves.
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