In all honesty, I’ve been somewhat of a hack at everything I’ve pursued, maybe an unintentional impostor at times. A possible case of Impostor Syndrome?
Nevertheless, I’ve been good enough to impress a few people, supporting my illusion that I have the talent or wisdom to pull off whatever I am doing or being. Illusions can become powerful motivators, pushing us forward and sustaining our efforts over time, despite our perceived limitations.
There are moments of intense joy, when I experience something incompatible with perpetual sadness; a happy place older than the oldest pain. This is what makes life worth living, those beautiful detours into the light of sacred presence.
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As a gift, I once gave a friend a decorative wooden box of colored rocks. It was supposed to be symbolic of the many colors of our friendship. When I handed her the wrapped gift, she shook it and said, “What is this, a box of rocks?” She laughed hysterically. I wanted to crawl under a bigger rock!
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Several people – sometimes an entire nation – may experience ailments connected with the same shared psychological wound. The symptoms will vary from person to person, depending upon their particular relationship with that wound: perpetrator, victim, witness, healer, etc.
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A dream?
I awoke in a daze my friend, still partially submerged in the subconscious realm, thinking that the nightmare was true, until full consciousness kicked in. Thank God, it was just a dream! Can you imagine?
Everyone was walking around wearing masks and shields. The Sears store became a mass vaccination center! Had to sit there 15 minutes after the shot, with many others, in case the vaccine made any of us stop breathing. There was no choice in the matter, as this contagion, called Covid-19, was killing millions all over the planet. So, you either took your chances with a hastily created vaccine, or lived in fear of catching the Covid and dying an ugly death, and you would eventually. Yeah, not a choice really, unless you had a death wish.
And this vaccine was no one shot deal. You had to go back for a second one, to get more protection, maybe a third one later on, and so on. This invisible Covid was like a demon, it kept changing and mutating, finding new ways to sneak up on us, get at us. Glad it was only a dream!
