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Mystical station

There was a moment when I knew I had reached the end of my rope and it didn’t matter if there was a knot tied in it because I had decided I was going to let go and see what happened when I fell.

It took place after I worried about the difference between a fool and a dreamer and led to me questioning whether there are coincidences or not.

There are no coincidences because what you see, hear and do are part of something greater than us. It is tied into something larger that can be described as both mystical and magical.

Don’t ask me to explain this because I can’t tell you how or why. All I can say is that I know because I have experienced it. I have seen it. I have lived it. I have been there and that is all the proof that I can provide.

It won’t be enough for some of you. It won’t be the kind of thing that you can accept because you can’t buy, touch or taste it. Actually that is not true, you can but only if you open your mind and let your soul seek its match.

I stared at those words and dared them to jump off of the page and bite me. Told the universe that I was dancing in the dark and reminded it we had come to an understanding.

A Test Of Faith, Will & Desire

There will come a day when someone will ask me again about why I do what I do and why I have done what I have done. They’ll ask me to explain to them behavior that seems to have crossed the border of stupid and foolish into insane and inexplicable and then I’ll show them the words below.

If you want to be a writer you have to do the work. You have to put in your time and figure out how to bend the words to your will. You have to tickle, squeeze, beg, slap, and bother them to change positions and assemble upon command. In between  it all you have to read like a man possessed.

You have to stick your nose in books and newspapers about anything and everything. You have to cultivate an over developed curiosity about the world and ask why. You have to be willing to offend and praise.

Tell that woman she is the most exquisite and phenomenal creature you have ever seen.

Compliment her on her eyes and intellect and then explain that you are a writer and you want her to sleep with you for your next book. When she tells you to go to hell explain that you write what you know and you want to know her in the biblical sense.

Do this enough time and someone will say yes, or so I once heard.

It may not make any sense at all to them. They may look at it and try to figure out the correlation and correspondence and I’ll shrug my shoulders.

In my perfect world they will not only see but understand and appreciate it. In my perfect world it all works but then again I live in a world where heroes fall and sometimes the bad guys win so who knows.

And should those questions come from my children I will tell them that when  you push hard the universe conspires to push with you.

I want them to understand that we can’t always see how things connect and why things happen as they do but we always know when we have worked hard and done what we could to make things work as we hope.

And they will know that sometimes you have to face rejection multiple times before you reach the place where go away turns into come here.

One Year Later

One year ago today I moved from the first hotel I stayed in Texas into another. It was planned in advance. I hadn’t expected to stay at the first hotel for more than a few days.

It was just long enough to catch my breath and check out some places that were better suited for an extended stay. So I found the next place, moved my stuff in and took my last day of vacation to drive the route between the hotel and the new office.

Turned off the GPS and just drove for a while and then headed back to the hotel and picked out a tie and my black suit. I remember going to sleep that night wondering what sort of adventure I had started.

I don’t I could have imagined what came next next and all that happened in the year that followed.

One year later everything is different and this is just the beginning.

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4 Comments

  1. Kaarina February 4, 2014 at 8:52 am

    Muck on! Cheers! Kaarina

  2. Stan Faryna February 3, 2014 at 2:23 pm

    I have every confidence that you will push on, but I’m not sure whether to offer my sympathy or congratulate you. Because there’s missing pieces in your narrative.

    That’s one of the many challenges that I find in writing my novel – the missing pieces. Of course, most of those pieces are there in the story’s world. Or, at least, I can hope! But I sometimes fail to write them in. For all sorts of reasons.

    Anyway, there’s some great lines in this blog post here. Powerful. Full of emotion.

    • Jack February 3, 2014 at 5:08 pm

      Sometimes it is fun to leave some holes in the narrative so that we can mull over and chew upon the ways we can fill them.

      Congratulations are always preferable to sympathies and sometimes the congrats are better even when unwarranted because they help support the attitude and fight to get through the muck

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