Clickers

I was thinking about dog-training. Melody trains dogs with a clicker in her hand. In less kindly training, a choke collar pulled tight would have served as the clicker.

I had just started to write down a Heavenletter™ this morning, and had typed God said when it occurred to me that God said serves as a clicker for writing down a Heavenletter. Writing down God said must alert my brain waves. At the  signal – God said – my brain waves must start lining up.

God said must be the clicker. The intention has already been set. It is like gears shifting, automatic gears shifting. I suppose that sitting down in front of the computer in the morning is a clicker for me.

I have been conditioned to Godwrite™. Yet Godwriting is a natural process and needs no conditioning. I could compare it to a healthy appetite. I don’t need any reminders to want to eat, and yet good food cooking on the stove, the lid rattling, the steam escaping, the delicious smells filling the air – these serve as clickers for eating. The clock too.

I suppose the clicker, whatever it might be, is the trigger. And there are triggers that signal us for many things. We have triggers to get angry or hurt or sad, and we have other triggers in the Universe that signal us to be at peace.

What does make us tick? What are the clickers that set us off in directions we often don't want to go?  God tells us to change our thinking. He tells us to get out of the past.

I think I need some new clickers.