MORE QUESTIONS?

How come people don't find their souls at Boot Camp?



Why is money valuable?  It's only paper.



Do books ever do laundry and change their covers?



Will I be able to draw tongues after I study the Art of Speech?



Is this the end of the questions?

A SHORT STORY

Once upon a time there was a woman named Agnes.  No one would go out with Agnes because she was so ugly.

(How ugly was she?

 She was so ugly that the moon ran away when she howled at it.)

Poor Agnes wanted to go out on dates and eventually get married.  But no one wanted anything to do with her.  As a last resort, Agnes made a deal with the devil.  She agreed to give Satan her soul if he would make her beautiful.

"No problem," said Satan.  "When you wake up tomorrow you will be beautiful.  Everyone will want to be with you."

Agnes was so excited she found it hard to fall asleep.  "Wow," she thought, "I'm going to be beautiful!"

The next day Agnes got up early and looked in the mirror.  She looked the same!  Nothing had changed.  She immediately summoned Satan.

"I trusted you!" she said.  "You promised to make me beautiful and I still look the same."

"That's true," said Satan.  "I did not change your appearance, but check your bank account."

Agnes checked her bank account.  It contained over 3 billion dollars!  Within a short time Agnes was going out on many, many dates.  She ended up marrying her bank manager.  They lived abundantly ever after.

THE AND 

(Pun intended)

ON CREATIVITY AND CACA

My good friend David Fontana, in his book Creative Meditation and Visualization, wrote about the importance of going inside to communicate with our inner being.  Communication with our inner being is important for self discovery and well being.

 

As children, we unknowingly communicated with our inner being by drawing and coloring pictures.  We did this joyfully until we developed an inner critic as we were taught not to trust ourselves; to look outside for the answers instead of inside.

The process of communicating with our inner being is important.  The art or writing that results from this process is not important.  It is a by-product just as caca is a by-product from the process of  nourishing our bodies. Unless you are making political speeches, caca is not important.  The process of eating for nourishment is.

By focusing on the process and not the by-product, there is no reason to be blocked or to wait for elusive and capricious inspiration.   Two of the ways you can focus on the process of communicating with your inner being are free writing, and free drawing.   The result is not important.  It is caca.

No longer is it necessary to get upset if someone looks at your art or writing and says, "That's a piece of shit!"  He or she is right.  It is the by-product from the nourishment process of communicating with your inner being. 

Your inner being,  the deep mystery inside you,  is not elusive or capricious.  It is always there just waiting for you to start a conversation.    

IT IS 4:00 A.M. AND I MUST WRITE SOMETHING !

I will not allow my imaginary friends to set unrealistic expectations.

I have never had an epiphany, but I have faked a few.

I am skilled at being unskilled.  Should I run for office?

On books?   I enjoy any book containing words.  Currently  I am reading  A History of History  by Itis Bygone.  I'm still afraid to read books about phobias.

Jack and Jill went up the hill

To fetch a pail of water.

Jack came down with The Ten Commandments

Moses was pissed

And Jill became a hermit.

(Eventually she got her own Reality TV show.) 

Some beavers are apathetic, and some give a damn.

I do not belong here.  My soul was on its way to another planet when Cosmic Post screwed up, and delivered it to Earth.   The planet my soul was supposed to go to is a planet where sensitive and honest people are not ridiculed for being sensitive and honest.  It is a planet where corporations rely on the Arts for financial support.  I cannot tell you more because of  a confidentiality agreement which was part of the settlement with Cosmic Post. 

It is 4:00 a.m. and I must write something!