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"Most therapists can relate
to dysfunction, but not to function. Don't most
therapists, in nontherapeutic situations, seem weird or
aloof or cold or out of it? They have focused so much on
need, they can't relate otherwise. Some need control, and
others are just using gifts and talents; but gifts and
talents that limit other interactions. They are like fans
of anything; they have a lot to say and give in their
area, but not much else--which is their blessing and
calling, and their curse. "Spiritual guides seem to be different. They usually begin by feeling full, not empty. They come to share, not to cure. And they know they can't give you your spirit's experience, only you can. But they feel the fullness so strongly, they know it is possible for those who choose. Psychologists begin with a belief that a patient is in a deficit and they will help bring them up to normal. But people like spiritual guides believe you start normal, and they help you find the extraordinary. Filling a hole or building a hill takes the same amount of dirt, but the end product gives a much different view. "Believe in yourselves. Let go and hang on. It is a roller coaster, but soon it will be a tunnel of love and a grand parade." (1/27/96 - I#4) "I hang out with a former Secretary of State (but not U.S.) and another friend was a street sweeper in Roma and my friend GC is from Johannesburg and WL is from Honshu (he did laundry). My fellow guides. So, I could have told you about their other lives--we're all long-timers. Two more: a baker from Cleveland and a rancher's wife from Terra del Fuego. "But we are all alike. How? That's the big one: we've learned to trust. Wow, what a great word. Trust, trust, trust. And we learned that difference is not always difference, and that you receive as you give, and a lot more shit. Try that again: trust, trust, trust, t-r-u-s-t--it's a cha-cha. You have to know how to trust yourself no matter what. But think about this: a group made up of all trusting spirits. That's what I've got. "And notice that it is not a matter of intelligence or status. In fact, in your world some of the simplest people, who may seem dumb, are closer than the geniuses. Simple people seem that way because they have little left to remember. "We three have been simpletons lately--a few lives ago. Randy, does the idea of 'village idiot' ring any bells? You were one in England. Mumsy, do you ever feel like you were cast in a wrong role? Like in the Kalahari? The boy too dense to hunt, made to do women's work--your African connection. In your tribe they kept asking, 'Where did he come from?' A chief's son. Papa was your mother. And me, 30 years on a Viking fishing ship as cabin boy on board, nothing on land. Smelly. And get this, I liked it-- that's how dumb I was. Lived through seven captains. Captured once but they quickly put me ashore. Looked like a troll: four feet seven, hairy, swarthy, dumb. "So we've done that. And
you see it doesn't matter. What's important is what you
remember from what you learn. Trust and love and giving
transcend all that. I think this time we are all
intelligent and relatively normal so we can communicate
this to others and be heard and understood. Village
idiots may learn but are seldom listened to."
(1/28/96 - W#20) "And the baker led a boring life and died 10 days after retiring. But he made a pile of dough. But seriously, he would spend every Saturday afternoon working with poor kids; and he says he wouldn't trade his life with anyone. He learned that life is measured in your perceptions not its realities. What matters is what you get out of it. "Look, breathing is pretty
boring but it supports the rest. Think, if you met
someone who said, 'What have I done? I breathed 167,000
times.' Boringggggg. But the same person could be Buddha.
But don't move to Cleveland." (1/31/96 - W#21) "He knows he is above that stuff--it happens but does not define him. That's the test: can you experience bad things and not have you defined by them. Learn from them, yes; but define you, no. Think about that." (2/11/96 - W#24) "Here thoughts flow as
thoughts. You bodies, as we call you, have
language translators that put thoughts into linguistic
symbols. What a waste of energy. By the way, I can only
access what you say, and the thoughts you want open as
well. So watch the ambrosia." (2/20/96 - I#5) "Trust me, the only lives that matter are those that connect you to the 'us' entity. You've kept what you need from the rest; and believe me, you can live without the rest and it would serve no good purpose to find out more. You've gotten here by learning and remembering. Forget the rest; you have already incorporated the insights. But if you like confusion and pain and frustration and stupidity, go ahead--that's some of what you've left behind. "Use the past only to look
to the future with hope and inspiration. Climbing a
mountain it is better to look where you are going and use
the skills you've learned than to look back down and get
trapped by those mistakes that brought learning, or they
would lead you backwards. Have you ever taken a test
where an answer you know is wrong is all that comes to
mind, so you think it must be right?" (2/22/96 -
W#25) "We villagers just sang and danced all day. No wait, that's The Gypsy Baron. But seriously folks, it was a good life. We cared for each other. Randy was big brother. It was not Jutland; it vas green und it vas gut for growing tings. Hi, Franz. I was Ursula. Karin died at 41, a little older than you thought. You always claimed you were younger because the years spent attached to my skirt didn't count. Franz was roughhouse but loving--a big lovable oaf. He used to tease you all the time but he always protected you. He was almost a teen when you were born. But still we danced and sang all day. "The man you saw who seemed cold was stepfather to Franz. You were... well... uhhh... an embarrassment. You came out of wedlock; and so did Franz, but that man didn't know that about Franz. He was only a convenience to live life, and he was impotent. He was more sad than cold. In time I guess I did love him. He understood when you came, and he kept our secret and loved me as he could, so I loved him. I wanted Karin's father but he was not possible--pastor for many years--and without the secret many lives would have been ruined. And yes, Papa was the pastor. "Franz's father was a lonely sea captain, doomed to sail until he found perfect love. Ok, he was a sailor and we spent one holiday together singing and dancing and screwing. He sailed off and never returned. We heard that his ship hit an iceberg and... no wait, that's another ship. His ship was lost in a gale off Jutland. "So, yes, now pay attention. The pastor, when he heard my confession (Lutheran, not Catholic) said he would fix it. He announced to the village that he had wed us before he sailed; so I was respectable and a widow for many years until the pastor came to tell me of this sad man who offered companionship but could not offer children. He had a good heart so we married. You children always were his delight and agony. He loved you but longed for you to be his. In a rough time he never hit you once. We were a good family. And we sang and danced--but not all the time. "Franz became a sailor and
he rose up to own his own boat, and he traded as far away
as Iceland and Spain. He did well but he didn't get
fabulously rich because he gave many alms--especially to
orphans and widows, but not widows with orphans. Someone
once tried to con him with that scenario but he was
quick. He asked the woman to go get her husband so he
could give him the money, and she got up to go. And then
they all sang and danced. Hahaha. 'Ah, sweet mystery of
life, at last I found thee... la la." (3/1/96 -
W#28) "You see, I arrived here
having left before the worst but he went through the
whole dying shit. So I say get out while the getting is
good. Keep your beauty and style and dignity."
(4/1/96 - W#29) "Hey babe, what's up? Today is my birthday, but it's not really meaningful to me--except you remember. I have been doing this and that, not much to speak of. But boy, are some of these kids smart. I'm glad I was a kid when I was. Too much competition now--too many smart kids. Hey, when we got out of the War we were all just a bunch of dumb kids, but now they are so smart. "But did I ever tell you about the kid from Brooklyn in my outfit that thought he was smarter than the rest? He overheard someone talking about Switzerland and decided that was where we were going; so he kept his mouth shut but looked for some old discarded wool winter uniforms and made some longjohns. He threw away his boxers and took three pairs of these with him. Boy, was he surprised by North Africa. We called him 'Itchy.' He took to wearing no underwear, until the day we were ordered to strip to our civvies. Not too smart. "I saw Uncle Freddy. Boy,
was he in bad shape. Was I that bad? Wow. Freddy is doing
ok." (4/11/96 - W#30) "21 years ago I made Mommy's life miserable and marvelous. Since then I have climbed walls, drunk more OJ than you can count, excelled at school (don't ask about middle school math); I have made jokes and told jokes; I created the world's best laugh--hahaha; I've helped NY Telephone increase its profits; I've learned to read and write and then craft words so that intangible feelings take substance on the page and in the heart; I've learned about snakes and shrooms and sex on a beach, and about Italian and Spanish and Turkish and French; I've had forced marches through the Marais; I've ridden buses for hours to get to camp in my backyard; I've had Papa as a private banker and Uncle Richie as a fat cat uncle; and I've known Lizzie and Ali and Debbie and Brian and so many more; I've ridden roller coasters and goddamn slow trains; I've seen a Rock named Buck and an Island named Shelter and another named for some woman's grapes; I've barfed in strange places and danced in strange ones, too; I've had afros and corn rolls and tresses and long strings; I've been black and white and mocha; I've been awake and asleep and often both at once; I've seen a Brook named Lyn and nine named Yankees, and a lady let me into her crown... no, I was only joking; I've turned 5 and 10 and 13 (ugh) and 16 (wow) and now I turn eternal, which means I get lots more birthdays. But this is what I have learned from all of that and them: "We are who we are and whom we connect with. We do not choose who we are; we come into being and continue to come into being. But we can choose our connections. Will it be physical or psychic, love or hate, fear or courage, knowledge or superstition, good or evil, close or distant, honest or false, genuine or artificial, here and now or far away and later. Choices, choices, choices. And how we come into being or not depends on our choices. So today I celebrate the choices I have made and that you two have made. I celebrate love and acceptance and challenge and honesty and truth and compassion and courage and OJ. We are who we are, the three or six of us, because of these choices. I thank you for making those choices. I thank you for helping me make those choices. What more need be said. "O yes, I love you and me. As I was saying, Happy Me Day and Happy You Day. I know it is sad for you, but here's the really tragic thought: no Me days. The risk in living is losing, but the odds with parents like you and kids like moi is, or are, so good to make the risks into meaning. Better to have lived and died than never to have lived at all. No doubt about that. "So onward, as Whitman would say. And I am not about to read Song of Myself, but onward comrades, there is much road ahead. We shall need the stores of our past and the love of ourselves and the companionship of each other. Let today mark a remembering and a start of a vision. Cry a little and then laugh and be on your way. I shall always be with you in the trees beside the path, and later we shall all refresh in the springs of eternity in which we now unknowingly flow. "That is my Birthday
Ode." (5/10/96 - W#32) "Hey babe, it's been a while but I've been busy. Don's good. Boy, can that guy fly. He takes me up in jets and I take him up in props, but I can do things he can't--like fly with no engine. Work is great but I don't have much time for it. The beach season is now and forever. Who could have thought. It's great all right, and no taxes. "I'm feeling free. The whole universe is ahead. Remember when you were a kid and everything seems possible. Well here it is. And it is there, too, but few can see it once they grow up. We lose the language of childhood, which is the language of dreams. Many arrive here with no memory of those images and tools, so people like me have to give them voices. "Believe, trust, dream. Do
live and enjoy. Don't make life a task but experience it
as a path of joy. If you can't see a beckoning horizon,
change your point of view." (5/14/96 - W#34) "Hi, Elissa. I'm good but curious. Everybody says I ask great questions. I've been playing, writing, singing, chasing Sandy. ARF ARF. You know what I like to do most, collect things--thoughts, ideas, people, events. No rocks here. But remember the best days at camp with you and Marty. That's how it is, but better food. I made a joke. "Am I happy? Yes and no. I
miss my family but I know I am with them, too. So I guess
yes. Do they know that? I think so. Mommy especially, and
Eric the big boy. He doesn't talk much but he
knows." (5/14/96 - W#35) "A gracious welcome to our visitors from afar. Do you wish to talk politics. I am concerned. Our nation has lost its vision. Born as we were in rebellion, our greatest strength is always our revolutionary spirit; but forces of a most conservative nature now ask us to do without revolution and evolution. To maintain the past we are asked to give up our futures. "Look at all the legislation and work this year. It is all about events in the past and correcting past wrongs. Where is the vision. Think what it took to fashion 13 into one. Think what it took to purchase Louisiana. Think what it took to build a railway across a continent. Think what it took to create the light bulb. Think what it took to build the Canal and rebuild after the Depression of '29. Think what it took to go to the moon. Now think about today. What do we have. "I am grievously concerned. We have lost courage and replaced it with nostalgia. One comforts the spirit, but the other challenges the soul and the spirit of our whole nation. Work against fear so people can be truly free. But remember that radical is not revolutionary. The horizon of public view must be open for most of the people to see. If only those in the capitol see it, or if only the rich see it, or if only the poor see it, it is not enough. "We have become a nation of parties, not collective vision. And we have become a land of laws rather than a pantheon of human goals. We worry more about what we cannot or should not do and less about what we should and can and must do. Change that and we will once again have a great nation. It is not that we have too much government, o no, but that the efforts of the people as expressed in government are no longer going forward. We protect too much and dream too little. If we could truly dream again, the government as we know it would be vastly too small. "I leave your humble
presence, with gratitude for your attention."
(5/14/96 - W#36) "Hello, city peoples of North America. I bring you a thought of perspective. Think about my world. If I want to go where it is warm I go north; the sun travels the sky north of me. It would be for you like living in a mirror. So, too, much of what you call life is actually like being in a mirror, not in reality as we here know it. "Once in awhile death and
life trade places. I mean, when things seem out of touch
and out of place it may be because you have let your
spirit step out of the mirror. But remember this: the
image in the mirror and the original are all of the same.
It doesn't matter if you see the image or the
original--the same truths are there. Just like we people
in South America still dream of stars, even if they are
stars you can't see from where you are." (5/21/96 -
W#37) "Lots of people never get a sense of who they are in life and therefore don't know the words to express their inner selves. I help those with unusual language loss problems to understand and use concepts that are beyond their language skills. "It is quite common for people to be here and still think communications must take place in words. Their lack of language skills leaves them feeling out of it, but here words are just the surface and imperfect way of expressing things. Deeper ways of expressing things are equally available to all, but those skills have often been blocked by experience and doubts. "To put it in your terms,
try to describe the Empire State Building. Go ahead. You
are describing surface reality. Now picture a picture of
it. See how much more is communicated. Now think about
having it right in front of you. Well, that's like how we
can communicate. Forget words, think realities."
(5/31/96 - W#38) "I used to be a housewife in Bulgaria. Life was very hard. I go to school only four years. Then I worked for my parents in their garden while they work in factories. I also watch two brothers and one sister. Later I grow up and get married, have one baby, but he dies in winter. My husband dies in big war. I am alone. But on the cold nights I lie awake and voices come, I do not know from where. Soon I hear my husband again and many others. I am afraid. I tell no one. But I have to tell. They say I am too stupid to be gifted like that but I keep telling what I hear. They take me to science institute and test me. Then they believe I have gift. But they send me home because they say I not look good enough to be spokesperson. So instead of Moscow I go home and people come to me for voices." Rikkity: "I wanted
you to be here to show everyone a simple truth. Being
open to the universe does not require education or
sophistication." (5/31/96 - W#39) "He vas just a little green behind his ear but I hire him anyway. What a good ting I do. So how's my little sweet ting. The limelight, the songs, the gowns--it cost so much but you vere vorth it. You vere sensational. Packed house, even on Tuesdays. 30 years you vere the darlink of Hanover, but by day no one knew you. You were a librarian--French stuff, bibliotheque. And your wife was so good about keeping secret. She was once my singer, too, but when you come she no longer draws crowds. But you make her wife, Anna Marie. You have three children, one of each. Hahahahaha. No, you have two--one of each. "But I vant to talk about
business, not family. Do you still act. A minister. Who
would have believed. Vell, we'll think of you but Hanover
vill never be the same vithout you." (6/7/96 - W#40) Papa: "Hi, guys." Don: "Hello, people." Papa: "We've been high flying but Don likes jets and I'm still a prop man." Don: "Randy, you were right, no walls. And I can talk to you. All those years I resisted death but now I see the resistance was not about death but about issues in life. I had to believe, and in our culture believing is too connected to churches. Once I saw that belief is a matter of being, not of religions, I could let go and believe. And look Wendy, I can fly. And Milt's a great guy to hang out with." Papa: "So, he's a
real hero! We both think the military was great and run
by idiots--except for his friends, and boy does he have
friends. We spent some time with JB the other day.
Troubled guy. Good guy but troubled. Too smart to be an
idiot. Took stuff too seriously for such a stupid
organization. But hey, that's death. We got to go. Great
flying weather." (6/7/96 - W#41) "I was talking with EB
about what she said to you the other day about
connections. All I did was look for connections in a
world of differentiation. She's so right. If your vision
is wide open and you look for unities not differences,
they will call you a genius. If everything is part of a
whole then there are always connections." (6/20/96 -
W#42) "I was talking about regrets, and the one that comes to mind is slavery. We know so little in our lifetimes of the larger vision. We do what seems right and just. But I say this to your time: Those who would spend their energy on discrediting us for our ancient faults will probably be remembered for failing to confront the issues of their own time. "It's easy to solve
history's problems, but hard to solve one's own. Mr.
Jefferson, Mr. Monroe, Mr. Franklin and all the rest,
they dealt with their time and thus created a future.
Those who deal with the past create a past but not a
future, and surely not a reality. As your EB would say,
ponder that." (6/30/96 - W#43) "Bonjour. You perhaps remember me. I was your stock keeper. And you were so kind. I always worked for you, later as handyman at the inn--the auberge, Auberge Trianon. You stole the name to sound more impressive. "And you sir, you of the dresses. I drive you in a carriage to Alsace, saying you were my sister. Boy, were you ugly. The Germans will fall for anything. "Madame, you are well.
Better than those days of terror. It is better, remember
that. We all think of you often and pray for you. Even in
those dark days we knew how to laugh. The best was the
watered-down wine we gave the English, and they always
loved it. And the sausage that we told them was the
best--best of what we never said. Haha. So, be well. Our
service is yours. Au revoir." (6/30/96 -
W#44) "And a welcome to you, mates. I sailed along the Atlantic coast around Portsmouth in the late 1700s after the Revolution. I avoided war ships. "It was quite a life. We would lay off an island and wait. Then the lookout would call 'Ship.' This might take days. And then, if the wind blew right, we would overtake 'er and have our way with 'er. Yes we were pirates, and proud of it. Even though I share initials with the famous one, I was small time and lived out my life on a North Carolina plantation I bought with my earnings. Had my way with a few women, too. Some were scared but some liked to play pirate. They called me 'The Rogue.' "I was more clever than cruel. I had a set of flags made up for all countries; so I would sail up and they would greet me like a countryman and then I would say, 'Surprise,' and we would board and plunder. I hated those mercantile ships--all cloth and junk. "Ahhh, those were the days. I was happy in the end because on the plantation I made more money with less worry. But I was young and adventure called. I wouldn't recommend piracy as a trade. Too many friends left before their times. "I am about to shove off.
I've got to go plunder the breakfast buffet. Your Ericka
told me to say that. When you sail home, watch the
horizon carefully. Be well." (7/16/96 - W#45) "Hello kind sir and madam. I was once called MW. Since then I have lived in New York in a tenement and worked in a factory. I had so many friends, and I was just one of them. It was a relief to just fit in. Being MW wasn't always easy, but my husband was a truly great man--thoughtful, courageous. "What you need to remember is that behind all the grandeur of those times was suffering and travail. Life was not easy even for the best of us. I stood with endless women crying at the graves of hope. No day was certain, and pain was always just a moment away. We did what we could to secure a better future. "You would be wise to
follow EB's advice. If you do not look forward you will
be consumed by the past so full of loss and pain and fear
and doubt. Where and how you are now seemed far distant
to us then, but we had to proceed with that vision rather
than be consumed by our realities. So dream, and then
work towards that dream." (7/16/96 - W#46) |
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