Instrumental to his success, far beyond his business experience, his education, his perseverance, was his imagination. Every morning just before awakening he entered a space of complete clarity where problems were instantly solved, ideas were plucked, and total serenity was briefly experienced. He called that sacred space (more)his "imagitarium." It never failed him. He believed it was his door to the divine where the gods granted him his every wish.
When the door shut his life fell apart. He tried many things to regain access to the imagitarium: meditation, chanting, drugs, sweat lodges, fasting, shamans, but alas nothing worked. He was denied communion with the source of his success. As he descended into chaos he wondered what he had done to deserve such a fate.
The answer came when he realized he had become a character in a story he was actually writing.
Spontaneous combustion, a fear few of us possess, for me is now a terrible reality. I have been robbed of the natural feeling of safety and comfort one feels while resting in bed. Think about it, if one cannot feel safe and secure in the confines of their own(more) home, in their bedroom, under the covers, then one cannot feel safe and secure anywhere! But that my friends, is what has happened to me!
It started innocently enough. My wife simply complained last week that here ears felt warm. Later she said she heard a constant ringing in her head. I told her to check her blood pressure, as I knew that warm ears were sometimes a symptom of high blood pressure. The ringing, I thought might also be related to high blood pressure.
She immediately bought a digital blood pressure monitor and discovered that she did indeed have high blood pressure. She resolved to change her diet and begin a serious regime of exercise. I was relieved because she was eating far too much and had been gaining weight daily.
My relief soon evaporated. Three nights ago I was awakened by her tossing . I touched her, in a vain effort to calm her, and noticed that she was sweating profusely. But more disturbing, I saw what looked like steam emanating from her delicate ears.
And then it happened. She burst into flames and disintegrated in a matter of seconds. All that was left of her was the outline of her body traced by ashes left on our bed sheets. I thought it peculiar that nothing else was ignited, only my dear wife.
How awful it is to realize that life is not what it appears to be! (less)
Habitual spending was her main problem. Well not really a problem for her but rather a problem for her financier, me. An airport gift shop, a Beverly Hills boutique, a garage sale, a girl scout cookie drive, it didn't matter, she always found something she couldn't live without. The(more) peculir thing was no matter how trivial the item, she experienced great joy in purchasing it. But unlike some who succumb to impulse buying only to quickly lose interest in the desired item after after acquiring it, she continued to love and cherish everything she bought.
Eventually our rather spacious four bedroom house was over flowing with her countless acquisitions. Among her most prized, a small alligator, a chinchilla, a medium sized fresh water turtle and four young varying sized dogs.
I had made the mistake in thinking that if I just allowed her to keep spending she would some day acquire so many things she would not be able to manage them all and see the folly of her ways. To the contrary, the more she got the happier she became. Asking her to throw anything away, even something as worthless as her collection of unread newspapers, was met with such ferocity that I gave up and eventually grew to admire the joy she found in acquiring and hoarding.
One day you won't be able to remember where your socks are. Individual drawers will have no meaning. Boundaries will cease to exist. The sky, trees, dogs, and I will be the same. Your anger, fear, joy, and sorrow, will simply be waves of energy that have forgotten their names.
We hardly knew each other the day I took Minda, our nanny, and my three year old daughter Carey to Griffith Park. The primary attraction was the merry-go-round, however there were other attractions, but the one that caught my daughter's eye were the riding ponies. They were hitched to(more) a rotating contraption. In a sad and demented way they emulated the merry-go-round.
I bought her a ticket and she was hoisted on to a pony. She sat in the saddle like an experienced rider, completely relaxed. It didn't matter that her pony only walked in a circle, Carey was in the moment. Next, we all rode the merry-go-round. After our ride I made an attempt to impress Minda with an obvious metaphor about how the merry-go-round was like life itself. She didn't seem to understand but laughed. It was a start. Three months later I divorced my wife and moved in with Minda. My daughter soon moved in with us.