Focus, Balance, Competition, and Understanding

"And so, the didactic method proved less than convincing and all attempts were abandoned."

Announcer: "Thank you, Dr. Herb Meier. And with that, we bring to a close another session of Mindless Mind, and once again we invite you to join us again when we say 'Nevermind.' This is UTV. Later, a program on the problems of monogamy in the development of poly-faceted entities. Or, on Channel 2, Polka Party. And now, a special session of Ericka's Bench, with her pooch Sandy... ARRRF."

Rikkity: "Wow, did you hear Herb Meier. What a mindless twit. Welcome to S-Span, your cable company's eternal coverage of spirit--more than just 24/7. And welcome to my bench, but don't sit. Sandy has just painted it... great timing, dog... woof. But this time, we used latex--no fumes... grrrrr. Well, on with the show which is going to be a standing joke... hahahehehehe I slay myself... and my elf.

"Ok, let's say welcome to the shadow of the bench, VR. Don't! sit! Too late. It'll wash off."

VR:

"Hello. I was in Spain about the time you were in France... but that's another story.

"I was a mystic and medium and seer. And I spent all my life chasing the esoteric. And this much I learned and remembered: Whether I chased it or not, it was always there. But when I hunted it down, it was sometimes less than itself. Sometimes I would so impose my needs and understandings that it could not be itself. And sometimes I focused so narrowly, it could not be its full self. And sometimes I drove right by it without seeing because I was so focused elsewhere.

"There is so much talk about this or that path to enlightenment, and I now see that they all are good and bad. All it takes is a radical openness to what is. If your path opens your mind and spirit and heart, it will be as good as any. But if your path only opens you to your path, you will miss so much.

"Don't mistake the path for the journey, nor for the vista. Even as I honed my powers, I missed much because I was focusing on my powers and not on what they revealed. Just a warning. It's never about models, it's about content.

"And I've said enough. No, I haven't. But enough, and now I've said it." (1/15/2005 - W#335)

Rikkity: "She is so wicked. Wellll, yes and no. He/she was a man-woman. In which life? And now, an old friend who will go by the initials of TF. Shhhh... "

TF:

"Hello. Been a long time. I'm just a simple person but I do have something to say. How shall I put it... balance.

"When we focus too sharply, we lose balance. And balance is necessary for change, which is counterintuitive. One would think one would need a direction or a propensity for change, but the greatest change arises when we feel a sense of balance which makes us secure enough to risk. Change which is the result of crisis will breed more crisis. But change bred of continuity will be more sustained and sustaining.

"The atom which is slowly brought to excitation can change to new states. The atom brought to a new state of energy abruptly is unstable and likely to destroy itself.

"An ion seeks desperately to find union, and holds on so tenaciously that further combination is hard. Those that are balanced in themselves can find newly balanced combinations.

"Take a group of unstable people, and with a lot of work you can make them into a group but it will be a potentially explosive one. Get a group of together people, and they will create their own, very sustainable, group. Hint: When a group seems fractious, look at the members, not the group.

"Ok, the chicken is calling and I don't know why." (1/15/2005 - W#336)

Rikkity: "And now, here for a rare reappearance this soon, Marky."

Marky:

"Bonjour, madame. I come, as always, with a message of friendship. There is no group on this Earth which is without conflict. It is the spiritual nature of a planet of people learning to deal with their complexity.

"What causes problems often is that people decide to consider this basic human dilemma as a tribal or national success or failure. One's own version of stability is taken as successful triumph over the human condition, and others' modes as failures. So there is this competition to see oneself as ok and others as not. But we all are both. And our unchosen placement in this nation or that culture does not insure whether we succeed or fail.

"The great wise ones always knew that the truth exceeded any specific group. Groups emulate, groups embody, but groups do not create or possess. And wisdom is knowing this. Good people have died in the cause of bad ideas. But when was it not so. I go. Au revoir." (1/15/2005 - W#337)

Rikkity: "And now, he would like a gutteral with you... woog... ARF. He's sitting on it. Can he get up? Grrrr. He's up and there's no fur on the bench. Yay! So let's have our next guest sit down, MW."

MW:

"A gracious good day. I would not have come if I had to stand to talk with friends. G and his men can stand! But I prefer to sit. When one spends energy on standing, one has less for understanding. And I would understand, if I can. And so it is with so much else. If I am to be absorbed in standing at this point on that issue, I must spend energy taking that stand and so I have that much less to spend on understanding. One of the greatest gifts we can receive is an ability to be sustained by an idea without making it a stand.

"Now, I am not advocating for no values. What one knows as the truth of her being transcends stands. In fact, when a core value or ethic is known, one is freed to look openly on other choices, knowing the assurance of this as given. Only those things we uphold without a sense of their ultimate assurance need our standing up for them. Living a value without compromise is not the same as fighting for this stand or that.

"So I am glad I could sit, and I now rise and take leave. Goodbye." (1/15/2005 - W#338)

Rikkity: "And with the poor eyesight closing in, we bring this Bench to a close."

MCP: "Hey-a."

Rikkity: "Ok."

MCP:

"Ciao. I just wanted to say that travelers who are dying to see only one place miss many places. Ciao." (1/15/2005 - W#339)

Rikkity: "And so we go. For Sandy and me and all and others and them... but not him... we say 'See you.' "



Papa:

"Hi, babe. What a time I've been having. Do you have any idea how hard it is to make ideas concrete. But for those without voices it is different. But we don't give them voices, but we teach them to communicate in common. In life they communicated only in limited ways with limited people, and we have to help them see universal possibilities. When you have held your inner self so closely, you have to learn to let it be communally known and appreciated. Big doses of fear there to be quelled.

"There is one fear greater than being misunderstood and that's being totally understood. At least with misunderstanding you can hide behind what is not understood, but in the naked noonday of openness there's no place to hide. And until you realize there is no reason to hide, there is fear! Remember, all of us here are sustainable entities so what we are is just fine. If we have warts, so to speak, they are part of our meaning. But to learn to not worry or fret over differences is a struggle. And for those whose lives were defined by differences it is deep learning.

"But I love it. Sometimes all I have to do is sit in a car and wait, so they know somebody loves them no matter what else happens. In a community, as they say, just showing up is more than half." (3/2/2005 - W#340)



Threats and Stupidity

Rikkity: "So, here's the scoop. We have three here... unless they leave. It's time, always time, so let's get started. Here's GW."

GW:

"Hello again. I am going to be nostalgic–back to the war days. Not my favorites, but I learned much in their passage.

"There was not a week that would pass that I would not read--in this newspaper or that--about the dire future. Had their words been true, we would all now be concerned with that duchess woman and not the Bush man. Accounts of our imminent defeat were abroad. And each new account brought pessimism to a new high... or should I say low.

"More than any military strategy, my strength was in keeping the focus on our dream, not on the predictions. Chicken Littles will always peep, but not every courageous visionary will speak. But they must!

"You have a chap over there that we knew well over here. He had been a clown in the royal circus. But now he is with you, and his works have sometimes included a preoccupation with the demise of the world. After all, as he says, in only 8 or 9 million years the sun will burn out, shouldn't we be worried. And in his humor, we are reminded there are always more possibilities than threats. We are people of solutions. We are creators. And we miss our mark when we fail our nature and give in to fear and skies falling.

"Just read the accounts of Halley's Comet and the fear it provoked about a century and a half ago. But you're still there. Guess it didn't destroy the Earth... but wait, my good friend wishes to pick up the tale." (4/4/2005 - W#341)

Marky:

"Bonjour. The greatest threat to any nation has never been weapons. But do you know what it is? Ok, stupidity. And there are many types of stupidity. One is the stupidity of arms and another is the stupidity of fear, but the worst is the stupidity of blindness to the potential for good.

"When any nation loses its focus on the good that is its future, it is being stupid. Enhancement is the name of the game! And preaching otherwise is stupid. It takes little mind to become afraid; it takes great mind to look beyond the fears. Which do you want to be, little brains or big brains. Your choice. And the trick is that your choice will decide your future, not the choices of others. Sure, times may get rough... but wait, my pal wants to pick up the tale." (4/4/2005 - W#342)

LD:

"Hello. Times are not always easy. And there are tough times which extend for too long, we think. But, in the total, there is a gradual growth toward the whole. Now, if I had only seen my work in terms of troubles, I would have become a sot or drowned myself. Think there is any honor in designing armor? No. But it paid the bills in tough times that allowed a smile and a bridge and an enigma. Had I become overcome by the threats of my age, I would have been famous once and dead too long. Instead, I have been dead once and famous too long... or not. Ok, too long.

"It is stupid, as he says, to let the times decide your mien. Have you no character? Will-o'-the-wisps blow with the wind, stupidheads do, too. The wise are never blown over or away by their times. So stay wise and don't be beguiled by stupidity dressed up in necessity's clothes. Necessity won't like it." (4/4/2005 - W#343)

Rikkity: "Ok, there the three are... and there they go.

"The pandemic of panic. Dire in the desert of hope. Ok, let's say you hear that a great rain is coming. You could spend energy telling everyone about it with dire threats. You could get people together to discuss how threatened they feel. But hey, maybe a dam or a pump or an ark would be better than panic.

"Focus on what you want because no one else will do that for you! And don't be stupid." (4/4/2005 - W#344)



In London

Rikkity: "This place is full of spirits, and surprise: most of them were not beheaded. Bloody awful what they emphasize. For example, here's PN."

PN:

"Hello. I lived in London. I was a seamstress. I had 3 children and one husband. We were wed 45 years. All my children lived longer than I. I died at 70, one year after my husband. We both died of natural causes. Life was never neither grand nor plain, but the joyous mix which is life.

"Do they mention us on tours, no. We were just some of millions who lived and learned and loved and celebrated and cried and ate and walked and etc. Cities are made of people, not stories.

"They like the myths more than the realities, for in fact the realities are quite common. Think of a town where, when you enter, the sign says 'Welcome to a place where nothing happened except for 1287 lives lived out.' Wouldn't make the tourist maps, but that's the truth of most places. On the tour they may mention 100, but how many millions have been Londoners. It's like saying you are defined by that single second in second grade.

"And here she is. Ta-ta."

Rikkity: "So, focus on the common. It's harder to connect to the exceptions, and harder to learn from them. Can't learn from fear. They don't want to learn–believe the best was not 'is' or 'will be.' Empire in decline." (6/4/2005 - W#345)



TJ:

"When in the course of politics... no no no no no. When in the course of human affairs... no no no no no. Whenever we feel like it... no no no no no. When in the course of human events... yes. Wife, puberty, and... no no no. O hi, I'm TJ, I'm not a revolutionary, though I play one in history. Do you think I came up with those words out of my own little brain. I do not claim such. I was merely the conscientious and courageous soul who put on a single document the best evolution of human thought.

"Did I write it for the ages, yes and no. What I wrote was, I hoped, a glimpse of the eternal truths created by a presence greater than my naming and knowing. And yet, at the same time, I had to write to my times, not to eternity. There is a constant need for a fair and enlightening point of confluence between the theories of the natural laws and the wants and needs of breathing people of an age and culture. If I had written that all people were equal and that slavery was unjust (which I knew it to be), my words would not have become enshrined in anything other than the dustbin. The truly prophetic words are those which point us in the right direction but which do not presume the ultimate destination of fulfillment. So, too, with the Bible. Where it teaches me to walk a Christ-like path and see the moral truths for myself in my age and place, it is a holy work. But where it asks me to accept as true the destinations of those long since dead, it is but an albatross to the true spiritual traveler.

"Ask of any work: 'Does this point me in a direction of greater inclusion and holiness, or does it narrow the path as it narrows the spirit and the mind.'

"I've got work to do... on a trifle for dinner. Don't look for my path, look from my path for yours. And don't forget to stop and picknick awhile."

Rikkity: "He's so cool and deep, we call him The Well. And one last word from GW: 'Hey, I told you I'm not the father! Grow your own country!' " (7/4/2005 - W#346)



Bastille Day

Rikkity: "And so, in the winter of 1789, there were many whose stomachs were empty but whose minds were full. But who knew what would grow in the soil of that famous year. 'I do.' No, you don't.' 'Huh.'

"And now, for part 1298 of our recorded story of France's freedom. In episodes 1 through 1297, we learned that the dinosaurs became fat and lazy, and so the English and the bourgeois were made. Now we hear Pierre entering the inn and saying, ‘Bonjour, mon amis. How ees the wine.' And they respond, 'Revolting!' and so it starts. Hi. Well, it's a big day in the Land That Time Forgot because time doesn't exist.

"Ok, serious. Here's a man who has been kissing MCP."

Marky:

"Hello. Without the little Italian, how could we have the feu d'artifice. He is my hero. And I remain your humble servant, Marky.

"It is important that we all remember that celebrations are only reminder, not event. As the years pass, too many focus on the celebration and forget the event. Maybe we need a holiday with no precedent, just to celebrate. And then we could use the real times to remember. Just an idea." (7/14/2005 - W#347)

Rikkity: "And now, here's the Gallic wonder:"

CDG:

"Hello. They say I was a great leader, but I have this confession: Everything I knew about it came from the experience of following. We too often speak of people's qualities in a life as if they were causes, not results. But I know that all which is accorded great and all which is accorded poor are the results of lives, not the cause of fame or infamy. We arrive in each life with the resources which are the result of much learning–either at this level or another. What we bring we use, and what we learn here becomes the blessings of another go-around.

"I was much more informed at the dairy (the fromagerie) than at the Sénat. I learned more at the cheese tables than in the halls of government. It is a process of aftereffects. Everyone wants it all now. Well, grow up. Moses, that kind servant they called a leader, never saw the Promised Land. And none of those who raised the Tricolor saw the great democratic republic which is France.

"So don't think of leadership as presence, as much as a present of experience.

"And on another note, what is this whole thing about English food. They have excellent cheese.

"So, ponder that, as Her Highness says." (7/14/2005 - W#348)

“So, a long journey has a marking place. I hope you can embrace the gifts of the journey, even while lamenting the losses. If the focus were to be on 10 years ago, what would it serve but to negate 10 years and all that I have tried to share. Can’t choose 'em, but can choose how.

“Each piece of a puzzle we call Life is another polished facet of our entities. It is tragic when the allure of focusing on any one facet keeps us from seeing the brilliant jewel which is us in our entirety. You can’t get holism without focusing on the whole. Perspective is also a name for insight.” (8/19/2005 - W#349)



Strands

Rikkity: “It’s a lazy day on the Bench. Sanford is asleep under the bench... f. And our guests are snoozing, too. We’ll wake them one at a time. Ok, but first, hi. Ok, pssst... hey, wake up.”

TJ: “Huh. O. Hi. Am I at Monticello?”

Rikkity: “No, this is Iowa!”

TJ: “Very funny.”

Sandy: “F f f f f.”

TJ:

“Hello. Not with it yet... give me a millennium.

“Ok, so I had this friend--big extrovert, great for PR. You’ve seen his handiwork, right here on my Declaration. But now a little secret that Mr. Hancock will not admit. If you examine the Declaration with a lens like I did, you will see that his big sprawl scrawl is nothing but a series of little ink dots. To the eye it looks continuous, but to the inspecting eye it is otherwise.

“Now, here’s the ponder: Is the whole or are the point parts the signature. And the answer is yes. His signature is the line of many points, each flowing from the former and flowing to the latter; each its own and yet part of something more. And that’s not all! His whole signature is part of the flow from past to future, so you know it as well as I. Just like lives made up of separate days and then larger lives made up of several lives--strands running through the perceived time.

“Some point in his signature is connected to its adjoining points and to a signature on the Magna Carta and to the written text of his Lord the Christ. It is connected, not by substance, but by something more substantial. It is a thread of reality flowing in many lives--each composed of many lives, each composed of many days, each composed from many entities.

“It’s a complex thing. You will never know all the precedents and antecedents, but you will know all the precedents and antecedents in the fullness of existence. *yawn* Enough. Bring me some water from the well, if you would.” (9/5/2005 - W#350)

Rikkity: “Ok. Hey, wake up! God, no more ambrosia for these dudes. Hey!”

MCP: “Hey-a! O, yes. Hello-a. Did I miss anything.”

Rikkity: “O, yes. You slept through the end of the world.”

MCP: “Ooops-a.”

Rikkity: “It will be coming back again.”

MCP:

“Now, I want you to picture your life if I had--one day when I was young--said, ‘No, go yourselves, I’ll stay right here.’ But you see I was prepared to go and so I went, and presto: ice cream and pasta and fireworks and peace in the East. We have to be willing to go and do that for which we are prepared. Otherwise, what’s the point.

“We walk off into the unknown knowing ourselves, and so are equipt for all that may come. No one is asked to make the world-transformative journey, but when each of us does what we have been prepared to do, the world is transformed. And it will always be scarey, but the best things are because they’re about change.

“Unless one lives out what one has been prepared to do, he is only a dilettante at life.

“I guess-a das is das. And I run out of gas.” (9/5/2005 - W#351)

Rikkity: “No, you’re an old gas bag.”

MCP: “Hey-a.”

Rikkity: “Go back to sleep.”

MCP: “Ok-a.”

Rikkity: “Now, the hard one. Hey! Wake up. I mean it! Tickle your toes... “

GH: “Hee hee. I’m up. Hello. I’m not awake."

Rikkity: “Get up!”

GH: “Five more minutes.”

Rikkity: “No, now.”

GH:

“Ok. We have not met before. I am GH... GHO... GHOS... GHOST. Just GH. Want to do the penny trick (from my movie, Ghost). She says I should behave, but why.

“Ruts are for saps. Can’t see nothing down there. You want to see where your track is heading? Gotta get out of the ruts. Get up on some high ground and see the view. It’s amazing how few people do that and get a sense of where their track has taken them–and I don’t just mean physically.

“If you want to understand the thread of which you are a fibre, you got to be willing to frazzle a bit. Linear lives are dead lives. Going with the pack is also deadly. Step up, step out. See for yourself. And if you must be in a rut or two, at least let them be chosen ruts... now, there’s a book title.

“But I am filled with ennui. I must doze... zzzzzz.” (9/5/2005 - W#352)

Rikkity: “He’s gone. Ok, the Bench is looking mighty tempting. I give it an eye. It’s my left one. It gives it back because it isn’t physical, but neither am I nor my eye. The Bench is going to sleep, too. So we reach the end of the Bench. I mean we really reach the end of this bench, it just collapsed. Spirits, bench, dog... all one. And I shall lay upon it and become it. It is All and I will be one with All.

“And, by the way, when I said that All That Is includes All That Is, plus is something more, I meant to add that the something more is also part of it. Ultimately, you can’t have anything separate. Because by the very act of saying there is something more, you’ve linked to it.” (9/5/2005 - W#353)

Rikkity: “And now, here’s FC, TL, GR, PB and J. Who did I say I would produce... arrf. See, Sandy, I was right... grrrr... snap. So, from the great seadog tradition... arrf... it’s FC.”

FC: “Hello. I almost said ‘Avast, shiver me timbers, arrgh'... ARF... arrrgh... ARF. But I’m not a pirate born.”

Chorus: “No, he’s not a pirate born.”

FC: “Shhhh. But never have I a pirate scorned.”

Chorus: “No, never has he a pirate scorned.”

FC: “Damned, this chorus. Hi Gilbert, hi Sullivan. When I was but a lad...”

Chorus: “Yes, when he was but a lad...”

FC: “...I shot a choir bad. Shhhh. That’ll keep him quiet. Duck tape, keeps him down. Yes, I was a seafarer.”

Chorus: “O yes, he was a....”

FC: “Shut up. Sanford me boy, keep him quiet... grrrrr. Well, as a sailor, I called nowhere home.”

Chorus: “No direction known? Grrrrrrr”

FC: “So, if I might continue uninterrupted...”

Chorus: “If he might...”

FC: “Ok, hoist the yardarm high and hang the tenor there.”

Chorus: “O hoist the yardarm high and... grrrrr.”

FC: “No more tenor, alas. And he does give good shade. Do you want a piece of the yardarm, too? Why. Spot o’ rum.

“When I sailed, what always impressed me was how each port seemed different at first, but then as each became familiar, they became more similar. The strands which wove through me were revealed with time and familiarity. One of the things I learned was to not so quickly define anything as foreign or strange... except for him, of course... hhhmmmm hhhmmmm.

“The process of life--for anyone who is both learning and remembering--is the process of translating the strange into the familiar... or rather, seeing where our life path intersects with so much. And if you live in a straight line, you will miss so much. In my day and, o yes, especially in my nights, rare were straight lines.

“A good sailor knows the best journey between two points is often a disjointed series of tacks. And even the ones which seem to go contrary to desire may either get us closer or prepare us for a long, steady run.

“If life seems to have blown you off course, maybe it is better to set a new course than to try to recapture the old.

“Just a few rambles from an old man and the sea. Ok, undo the tape. Leash the hounds. I once more go down to the sea in ships.” (10/7/2005 - W#354)

Chorus: “O yes, he once more...”

Bang!

FC: “Have you heard of Pachelbel’s Canon. That was FC’s Canon. CT is breathless.”

Chorus: “O yes, he is breathless...”

FC: “ ‘Ahoy, to Sea, to Sea,’ by FC.”

Rikkity: “Hi. I found him at a party.”

Chorus: “O yes, she found him at a party.”

Rikkity: “C.T., T.L., L.D., G.W., M.W., M.C.P...”

MCP: “Hey-a.”

Chorus: “O yes, hey-a.”

Rikkity: “Shut up.”

Chorus: “O yes... ARF.”

Rikkity: “I am surrounded by idiots, dolts, dullards, and choristers. And I can’t tell the difference.”

Chorus: “O no, she can’t tell the difference.”

Rikkity: “Hi. Just another fun time with dead folks. Ok, get out the harps. A little musicale to lift our spirits... hehe.”



Strategy

Rikkity: “Like dogs to Pavlov, they come. ARF? Sandy, this research scientist had dogs... ARF!... and he would ring a bell... grrr... and then feed them. ARF! And after a time, he could just ring the bell and they would salivate. Rrf? That means they would get all juicy in the mouth like when they were eating... snap... grrrrrrrrrr. You’re right, it’s not nice to trick a dog... g... wooooof.

“Hi. So, today I have a Bench but it’s empty... well-painted but empty. Shall we fill it? Ok, any volunteers, just raise your spirits. Ok, you in the back.”

Volunteer: “Hi. Wow, this is cool. I just got here and they put me on a Bench. I must be very special! This place is so cool–everything just the way I like it. I could get used to it. Some of the others who came when I did seem out of it. They want to sit around and connect. Jeez, connect with these dead people... I mean some of them are old and some are just creepy, and don’t talk about the coloreds. But I know this is going to be my place!

“There’s this cute dog. He just stares at me–probably never saw anyone so downright good. And he just looks like he’s smiling at me! And this servant girl, who sat me down. She knew a success when she saw it. How does someone like her get a Bench? Grrrrrr. Nice doggie... I think I better be going. Those people don’t like my type sitting in their ‘hood. What the hell, I’m stuck. Damn wet paint. Shit, I can’t get up. Help me! Snap. Bad dog, you’ve torn my tupa. I can get up
now... rrriiiip. Don’t look. This isn’t funny. Doggie, stop chortling... grgrgr. Hey girl, get me a robe.”

Rikkity: “Who you calling girl?”

Volunteer: “You!”

Rikkity: “Ok, Mister Ripped Smarty Pants, come with me. We have some very special experiences reserved just for your high class of people. It’ll be a blast!”

Volunteer: “Ok, but keep the dog on a leash. Try!”

Rikkity: “He’s gone. And the Bench catches another. Ok seriously, here’s our old friend, GW. Wait, don’t sit, here’s some papers. O that’s right, you know you’re not physical, so do whatever.”

GW:

“Hello. One of the greatest lessons I learned as a young officer was that the most brilliant strategy was often a vigilant waiting while the arrogant foe would over-extend themselves–a version of ‘giving them enough rope.’ When the forces are massed, they seem impenetrable, but when they scatter to their tasks, one can begin to perceive their vulnerable points.

“Remember this: There is often a great and seemingly powerful onslaught just before the collapse–like the fever that peaks just before breaking. The worst injustices come just before the restitution of the good. The dogs and hoses came out just before the Civil Rights Act. Decades of small injustices were wrapped up in those intense moments. And if we became enamoured or obsessed with their strength, we would miss the revealing weaknesses.

“If you are to give your energies into a struggle, know to use them against places of weakness. Take a sledge to a boulder and you will sap your energy hitting it full-face, but look for a small crack and the slightest tap will render it asunder.

“Strategy is not about having energy, but using it.

“Good boy... ARF. He’s so cute. He reminds me of some mixed hounds we had: loyal... arf... smart... woof... and cute... ppf. Be well. (11/18/2005 - W#355)

“Hello, my darling.”

MW: “Hello, Mr. President. Will you sit and have tea with me.”

GW: “No, my dog and I are off.”

MW: “O, is he yours? Grrrrrr.”

GW: “No, just a good friend... woof.”

MW: “Safe travels.

“Hello. He is just magnificent! At your service.

“He speaks of strength and he is right, but I would remind that, at times, weakness can be equally disarming. To know when to be meek is also a gift.

“The great blowhards can be disarmed when there is no resistance to their spent energy. Meet a raised fist with another raised fist and you get a fight, but meet a raised fist with a feigned fallback and a quiet laugh and you have them off balance–so the slightest misstep will trip them.

“Sometimes your non-use of energy can use their energy to their regret. Never push tea on anyone, but let the inviting vapors work their magic. One lump or two?

“O, I must go. He will be coming back with that dog. And he’s so cute... both.” (11/18/2005 - W#356)

Rikkity: “Hi. Where’s Sandy? Ok, it’s a short Bench.”



Papa (on his 10th anniversary):

"So, did you know you were here recently. In a place without time, things happen. Well, we're all floating through here all the time, hehe. But if we don't yet have a sense of the whole, we compartmentalize--see only fragments. But sometimes we get glimpses and say 'Look who's here,' but then poof they're gone... just like spirits on your side.

"We are all here all the time, but here and there are not separate--just awareness, not existence. She says you should ponder that. And sometimes we get glimpses as treats. Like when she got here, she got a glimpse of me, even though you thought I was there, but I am also here... time. Enough." (11/26/2005 - W#357)

New Year's Day

Rikkity: “We have five brief histories of... no no no no... five brief piths. ‘From five pith makers in briefs’... no no no no no, CT! We begin with a spirit of New Year’s present.”

MCP:

“Hello-a. There are two ways to travel: One is to leave and the other is to be left behind. Your choice-a.” (1/1/2006 - W#358)

Rikkity: “And now, a spirit of New Year’s present.”

LD:

“We often rush to what appears new but is really old when, if we looked to our own thoughts, we would find that old things may actually be new. Many of my inventions were old thoughts allowed to ripen. Sometimes old ideas ripen, while new ones rot.” (1/1/2006 - W#359)

Rikkity: “And here’s the spirit of a New Year present.”

MW:

“Gracious good year to you. There is never a season when compassion is not freshly needed. If you expect that the new year will usher in the era of joy for all, you will have hardened your heart. A new year asks for a graciousness, not a demand.” (1/1/2006 - W#360)

Rikkity: “And now, for the spirit of New Year’s present.”

TJ:

“When one speaks of rights and liberties, one is always speaking of the future. To be consumed by grievance is to be holden to the past. We never sought the fall of Britain, just the rise of our liberty. Give, add, enhance, rather than detract and destroy. Agents of good focused on evil are evil.” (1/1/2006 - W#361)

Rikkity: “And now the spirit of New Year’s present.”

Papa:

“Hi. In the simplest things are the most elegant ones. Anything which is complicated beyond the understanding of the common folk is but a charade. At heart all is simple, and the great ones have always known this.” (1/1/2006 - W#362)

Rikkity: “And so that’s it for the spirits. Because without time all spirits are of the present, and every moment is all moments, and the new year is ever-beckoning. What more could you ask for? Always the chance, always the possibility, always the opportunity, always the challenge. Happy New Year always... ARF!” (1/1/2006 - W#363)