Heresy As A Tool
Since your mind is the creator of “the box”, thinking outside of the box requires giving your mind permission to commit heresy against itself. Think of heresy as a tool, instead of a barbed-wire fence.
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Since your mind is the creator of “the box”, thinking outside of the box requires giving your mind permission to commit heresy against itself. Think of heresy as a tool, instead of a barbed-wire fence.
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In 1980, from the rolled-down window of a yellow school bus in Long Beach, CA, a voice yelled, “You can’t pop so stop!” They were right, my dance skills sucked. They were wrong, I wasn’t going to stop. Two years later I was teaching popping at The Broadway Academy of Performing Arts in Carmichael, CA….