Greetings all and first up let me thank Anna, Shilpa, Louise and June(Linked In). I'm glad the previous post elicited some mirth and merriment and let us see what I can concoct from the thoughtwaves of today.
Much of my day has been spent on my compendium of words for the upcoming workshop happening on Sunday. Whilst it is an erstwhile companion for the work we do I'm doing my bit to make it unique and very much in my own style. I'm a firm believer in doing this in anything we do rather than just become a macaw of mantras from what has gone before. I've a few little finishing details to put into the mix and then the deed will be complete. I'm rather looking forward to it all.
My thoughts turn to this eve where we will embark upon a quest of interpreting what we see in an experiment in clairvoyance. The trick is to look beyond what your eyes are telling you and to entice a more oneiric state of being. When in this way of working you can start to look beyond what you perceive and begin to trust. As well as that there will be a bit of drumming and a tincture of sound work with a dash of healing. Hopefully this will be a more palatable experience than the baked femur I concocted yesterday!
Goodness, the phrase tempus fugit comes to my mind as I see the hour is rapidly approaching that of seven. Methinks I'd best bring this episode to a close today and let's see what I can conjure up from the old annals of creativity.
Unsatisfactory
I slam the book onto the counter. A scowling shrew raises her eyes.
“This doesn't work.”
“I beg your pardon?”
She pushes the manual back towards me with her fingertips.
“This miracle book doesn't do a thing. I've followed the instructions and nothing happened.”
She sighs, points to the seat opposite. I almost vanish into a montage of luxuriant cushions.
“Did you read the book from cover to cover?”
“Of course.”
“What did you ask for?”
I squirm at her question.
“It's confidential.”
Her eyes shine, she doesn't speak.
“All right, first I want to slim down to eleven stone. Second, I want Barbara Power from that gameshow to be my girlfriend...well at least someone who looks like her. Third, I want a million dollars. Finally, I want to be the first passengers on that new shuttle to Mars.”
She scribbles onto a notepad.
“Is that all?”
“That pretty much covers everything.”
She picks up the book and hands it back.
“Sorry, no refund.”
Words breed in my throat. I struggle to release my indignation.
“I want my money back.”
“You have not understood the book. The book will help with what you need.”
“Listen, I told you what I want.”
“I said what you need. I suggest you read page forty nine when you get home.”
“Hey, I'll decide what I need.”
“Goodbye Sir, have a good day.”
I snatch the book, I vow never to return. Later, I nestle into my couch, turn to page forty nine.
Let me guess, you wanted dollars, you wanted babes etc, etc, it's the same old predictable nonsense. My friend, wise up. What you need is what counts. How about a look at that chronic heart condition? How about trying to look at that son of yours you haven't seen in ten years? Best bit of advice I can give you is not to waste money on daft dreams and look what you can do for yourself. And next time don't skip pages thinking you know it all.
I'll have a salad tonight. I guess I better have a look at my blood pressure. Damn chest has been playing up of late and I've almost forgotten my boy. He must be nineteen. I wonder if he'll want to see me after all these years.
Maybe this book isn't such a waste of money after all.
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