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Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…

Monday, September 22, 2008

The Rabbit


My son called me tonight to tell me to watch the show "Heroes". It was a 3 hour special. I walked outside during the first hour. There was a big rabbit. Now, that rabbit holds many stories. A story told about how someone ran over a rabbit and felt terrible about it, yet, not understanding the "oversoul" of the rabbit. When the "rabbit" sees the headlights, not realizing its fate, perhaps coming back to the exact same point, where it left, and then to the point of maybe the rabbit will come back and all the "high towers will be gone"...yes, alot of deep stuff going on there, with the point of being that we are all "stars" of our own making, we have to be, whatelse is there to talk about, other than the "rabbit story". I know, makes little sense, yet, alot to me. To tell of the "supernatural" happenings, which is the story in the making of "Heroes", a "hollywood story"....but, my son connects, he connects me with the "hero" story. When we ran over that "thump"...did we save the rabbit from an "ungodly", "beastly" death? And then the other "story" about the rabbit. A friend whom I work with. As we were "locked" into time, his whole life was falling apart. The story of the rabbits. His wife left him as we were "encircled" into another time. The rabbit died. And then, there is the story of the "rabbit" with my friend Sue. She introduced the "rabbit" to me. What is the word today? Vibrator. Nope. The vibrator died. The "rabbit" doesn't do a thing for me, yet, it taught me what I needed to know. Only, the real is real. Not a delusion. The mother rabbit of tonight...face your fears. There is nothing to fear except fear itself. Where does fear arrive from? Only in your imagination. Imagine the world the way you want it to be. Not with power. "Power will either take you up or down." Yes, another fabulous quote from my past. The last time I talked to my friend, whose rabbits died, he said to me, "how are you"? I told him "great". He said, "are you really? or are you only pretending to be?". At the time, there was no pretense. Still isn't. The rabbit story. Shooting stars....

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