Re: Loving 'rudeness'/

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So while doing the work, I finally came face to face with 'the beast.'

And rather than run from it, I stayed present with it. And it became

bigger, towering over me, bigger, bigger, til finally it WAS the

world, and me just a tiny speck.

Then I headed towards it, now it being about the size of a house. And

I entered into it, and what'd I find inside? I would have assumed

it'd be a bubbling cauldron, or monsters, or ??? But no. No.

It was empty, total spaciousness. Endless possibility, endless

potention for becoming 'what is.' I suddenly realized it was mine,

all mine. All mine to create with. As it always had been, as I

always had. It's my toy! To play with, t o w r i t e s t o r i e

s w i t h.

*****Yes. You got it (or you, it). ;-)) From an old zen koan: " You

are not It, but It is you. "

You reading this, you are an actor in a story I've written. Hell, I'm

an actor pretending to be the writer. What a hoot!

*****Eggs-actly!

Even is an actor I've created.

I love stories.

PPP

Perpetually Performing Plays

*****This Understanding you present conforms to what I've seen also.