52 Stories in 52 Weeks: ## 39 Katelyn’s Shopping Adventures *
By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr.'s Ambidextrous Brain + Spiritual Mind.
Every week or so, Oklahoma’s Katelyn and her friends do what many young girls and young ladies and even older ladies all do at one time or another in America and all around the globe. They shop for one reason or another, and for all kinds of reasons. They all love searching for stuff, which in today’s modern terminology would be called shopping. To replace the millions year old tradition of looking for fruits and vegetables, modern day ladies of all ages look for stuff by shopping in small or grand stores. They just love the hunt to find needy things to make their earthly lives and survival better. Plus, hanging out with their gal friends is fun too. Not that all gals love shopping mind you, but many do. The gals in a town in Oklahoma found their adventures as fun as they could make them, without spending to much money. In the end, they even made a few bucks too.
Katelyn never felt unhappy as a growing child, but when she started to feel that unhappiness flowing into her awareness, she knew that a local mall or store would provide her with a way to forget any sadness that might ruin her day. There was always a store with a smiling face waiting for her. Katelyn always enjoyed being address with, ‘Hi, how are you today? Can you help you find something?’ Katelyn knew that she would not receive that kind of treatment in every store, but she always anticipate the chance for a smiling face with some kind words.
At least once a week, the United States Postal Service’s delivery person always dropped a very colorful advertisement into her postal mail box. Most of the time, the mailing were very colorful, with huge numbers that brought excitement to her mind. Those numbers always bought a sense of saving to Katelyn’s pocketbook, even though she still knew that she would still be spending money. Still, the discounts of 10%, or 20%, or even 30% or 50% for some items. Katelyn had never studied how to subtract those percentages from the total purchase charge, but her mind always saw savings.
It all began when Katelyn shopped with her shopping mother Her mother taught her many tricks of shopping. Back in those days, shopping was a little different, with a few different tricks. One of those tricks was to search the newspapers and other magazines for the current coupons to save money from their total purchasing total charge. She would help her mother cut out the coupons with nice orange plastic scissors Her mother never taught Katelyn how to subtract the savings from the total charge, but her mother was always so excited when she did not have to pay the full price for anything. Sometimes, her mother would save money on every item and young Katelyn was so proud of her mother for saving money on every item. Young Katelyn knew that she would always carry those memories of their shopping moments together; of shopping every week, and sometimes more than once a week. Stepping into the car always bought the sense of adventure. Sitting in the car’s front seat was fun
Katelyn also loved to sit in the store’s cart, as her mother pushed her up and down every aisle. The hunt for new items in the store was so fun. Katelyn loved to search for all of the new items. She would play a mind game with herself. She would try to remember every item in the store and then look for new items the next week. Her mother was always surprised when her daughter blurt out the items down the isle before they had started down the isle.
But slowly, but surely, Katelyn grew up and became a mother herself. The old fashion coupons were now in Sunday newspapers, but Katelyn always remembered those fun games: trying to save money, buying colorful boxes, opening them up when she arrived home, and using everything she could use. Grocery store shopping was not so much fun as a adult, but Katelyn watched as a new giant mall was being built in her neighborhood. Her mother was never a mall shopper, but Katelyn could not imagine what kind of stores would be in the giant mall.
After the mall was built, huge signs were erected around the mall. MAMMOTH MALL was its name. Katelyn learned when the MAMMOTH MALL would open its doors and she dreamed of being the first visitor in the MAMMOTH MALL. And she was. She simply walked over to the mall from her house and she waited for the gold framed doors to open at the MAMMOTH MALL. The new gold striped floors, and glittering lights bought a new mood into Katelyn’s brain and mind. She felt as if she was in a new dimension of earthly heaven. All she needed was a credit card.
So, she even applied for and received the MAMMOTH MALL credit card. Katelyn felt very happy to belong to the MAMMOTH MALL credit card club. She was not rich as many of the shoppers who would not go into debt for their new purchases. But that did not stop Katelyn from applying for the big store credit cards too. They all offered discounts whenever a person would use their credit cards, and Katelyn just loved to save money. After all, that was a lesson her mother had taught her. To save money whenever she could save money. In the beginning, Katelyn did not realized that there was a big difference between saving money when using cash for food and clothes versus saving money when using a credit card with interest rates.
On the first day, Katelyn visited every store in the MAMMOTH MALL. It took her hours and hours just to look in every store, which meant she had started up a few conversations with smiling sales people. Her poor little brain felt as if it was finding everything it ever wanted, even things she never knew she wanted. Her poor little brain felt it was getting bigger and bigger.
With so many bags in her two hands, her shoulders began to feel the sore even before she left the MAMMOTH MALL. When she arrived home, she sat down on the couch. She stared at the bags, as she tried to remember what she had bought. It was like Christmas all over again. She opened all of the bags, discovering what she had bought. She knew that some of the items did not fit her life style or her paycheck. But she felt better; until she received the first credit card statement.
She held the credit card statement in her hand as she stood on her front pouch. She looked towards the MAMMOTH MALL. She knew that she could not be able to visit the MAMMOTH MALL often, but that was ok. She decided to return many of the unused items to the MAMMOTH MALL. As she bought each item back, she begin to realized that she was not in heaven at all. She was in a financial trap. She started to remember her mother’s opinions about life’s traps. There were so many traps in life to trick the mind, and shopping in fancy malls was one of them
Katelyn left the MAMMOTH MALL, knowing that she would return only to buy the items she truly needed, after looking for the best bargains else where. Katelyn realized that she still loved to shop just for the fun of it, but that she needed a way to shop just for the fun of it. One day, as she was driving around town, she got lost. She did not have a map, so she just drove around the area, looking for a sign that would point to the highway or a street she knew.
A few signs appeared in her sight. One sign read, ‘Flea market. An arrow was pointed due east.’ Katelyn forgot about searching for the street and highway signs as she turned the car towards the due east direction. Within a few blocks, she noticed the large parking lot. She parked her car and followed the crowd. As she walked through the flea market gate, she realized that people were shipping in an outdoor mall. There were no fancy lights glittering light waves into her eyes, just the sunlight from the sun.
She began her shopping adventure by walking around booths and tables. Katelyn look at all of the tables and she began her hunt for some new stuff. She had no idea what she was looking for, but she looked anyway. She passed every booth and table with a keen eye; a keen eye that was shopping exactly as her mother keen eye would shop. Katelyn’s eyes moved back and forth exactly as tiger would dart its eyes back and forth, looking for the one item that would be worth her time and money. She always wanted to buy at least one item to justify her time.
There it was, the one item that her mind wanted to look at. It was the first item she wanted to touch; a very old looking book. She read the title, "Waverley Novels." Volume 1: by Sir Walter Scott, Bart. (New York: Collier Publisher). She was surprised that she wanted to touch the old book, since she had not owned a single new book since she had left school. After paying $10.00 for her new old book, she left behind the clothes and other items as she left the flea market. Yet, she knew she would return.
Holding the first book that she had held in a long time, she had suddenly realized the she did not notice one book store in the MAMMOTH MALL. There were so many clothing and food stores, and furniture stores, and watch and jewelry stores, and candy stores and toy and game stores, along with luggage stores, and even other nicknack stores. But not one book store in the MAMMOTH MALL. It was like everyone wanted to shop to look pretty and neat, instead of improving their intellectual development. Well dressed bodies with empty minds. Of course, that is not totally true because everyone wants to look good for many reasons. And bookstores were located outside the MAMMOTH MALL, but with nine floors of items to purchase, a bookstore might fit in; or maybe not?
Leaving the flea market parking lot, Katelyn realized that she forgot to ask directions to find her way home. So she drove onward to search for her home. As she drove the car, she saw another sign, ‘GARAGE SALE’ Home disappeared from her mind when she focused on another shopping adventure. She first driveway with items spread out on food tables. Every item had its place, even though it mattered not where everything was located.
After parking her car, Katelyn began her new shopping hunt. Her heartbeat increased when she realized the garage sale was a half block long. Five driveways for five houses on each side of the street with items orderly laid out for the world to observe. Katelyn started her walk, slowly peeking here and there for at least one item to take home with her. ‘Strange!’ she thought. ‘More of them..’ She walked over to the old books and she picked them up. By the same author? She paid her $20.00 for the box of Waverley Novels. She held them as a priced reward for her shopping hunt. She felt proud as she held onto her first collection of old books. Leaving the garage sale, she felt a sense of fulfillment. And she had only spent $20.00.
She found her way home. Holding the box of books in her hand, she walked over to the kitchen sink and she wetted down a small yellow sponge and she wiped off the dust and finger prints from the two old books. She saw down and opened up the first page of the first book. After reading a few pages, she looked at her blank white wall and she knew she would need a bookshelf for her new book collecting hobby.
Perking up her head away from the door buzzed, she forgot her friend Lucy had planned on visiting her. ‘Come on Lucy.’ said Katelyn.
‘Are we going shopping or what?’ asked Lucy.
‘OH, I forgot.’ stated Katelyn. ‘Because I got lost driving home, so I ended up at a flea market and a garage sale. But I am going to start collecting books to read. Now I need some bookshelves, but I do not want to go to the MAMMOTH MALL. Maybe I can find one at a garage sale or at a flea market. What do you think?’
‘You mean you are going to start reading? Just for the fun of it?’ asked Lucy.
‘Sure I am. Do you want to join the club?’
‘What club?’ asked Lucy.’
‘I am thinking of starting a book club.’ stated Katelyn.
‘Why not start a shopping club.’ responded Lucy.
‘Why not start a shopping and reading club. a giggling Katelyn stated.
‘We could shop for everything, including books.’ replied Lucy. ‘Lets go now.’
So the two excited ladies hopped into Lucy’s Jeep and they drove off, to hunt for another garage sale. It was a fun and easy to hunt for a garage sale. Cardboard signs that were hung on street corner metal posts. ‘Garage Sale, >>>> South Market Street.’ Driving to the garage sale seem almost as much fun as shopping. Except for the bookshelves and books, they were not really looking for anything, but they just wanted to look for the fun it; like walking into a summertime carnival to look at the booths; just for the fun of it.
‘Look, there it is.’ as Lucy pointed towards the garage sale.
‘Maybe I can find a nice used bookcase.’ responded Katelyn.
As the two ladies drove up the light yellow house, they noticed a light blue sign with black letters on a maple tree. "Moving Sale: Everything Must Go.’ Lucy and Katelyn hopped out of the Jeep. Katelyn’s eye open wide with amazement. She could not believe her eyes. There it was, almost like a sign from life. There were three tall black bookshelves and two smaller black bookshelves. A set of five matching almost perfectly new and clean bookshelves.
‘How much for the bookshelves?’ blurted out Katelyn. Lucy started to giggle and then loudly laugh at the scene.
Mr. Homeowner walked up to the two ladies. ‘Good afternoon, ladies. How are you today?’
‘We are doing great, but why are you selling those nice bookshelves?’ asked Lucy.
‘I have to move to another state for a new job. We have to move as soon as possible, so everything is a real bargain.’ replied Mr. Homeowner.
‘Why not take it all with you.’ asked Katelyn.
‘We will take the important stuff, but we want to buy new furniture to match the house’s style. The house is a completely different house than this house, so we have to change the furniture. We will be doing a lot of shopping too.’ stated Mr. Homeowner.
‘How much for the five bookshelves.’ asked Katelyn. ‘I am starting a new hobby of collecting and reading books, so I am looking for some bookshelves. I am also thinking of starting a book reading club and a garage sale club too.’
‘Why are you going to start a book club and a garage sale club?’ asked Mr. Homeowner.
‘Well. I live next to the MAMMOTH MALL and I watch people entering and leaving with bags of clothes and other nice stuff, but never with books. But I do not see them entering with books or leaving with books. After my first visit to the MAMMOTH MALL, I told myself that I would stop worrying about fancy clothes and start worrying about my intellectual development; even though I can not afford college. I might as well start reading now and learning as much as I can even though I can not go to college. After all, I live in America where anyone can read any book they want to.’ stated the proud American Katelyn. Plus, I want my children to think more about ideas than about clothes.'
Mr. Homeowner raised his hand to his face and he rubbed his chin with his finger. He quickly questioned how he might help the two ladies start a book club; along with enjoying the adventures of garage sale shopping. Plus, he wanted to get rid of the bookshelves. He turned his head around towards the black bookshelves as if to say goodbye to them. Snapping his head back towards the two smiling ladies he snapped out, ‘How about $100 for the set. Plus, I will tossed in a box of books too. You can choose which books you desire from the piles of books over there.’
Katelyn jumped up and down; just to release the excitement that had been building up in mind. ‘$100.00 for all five of the bookshelves. Plus a box of books too. Are you kidding me? I would be crazy not to take the deal. Could you hold them until I get some help moving them? I could have them out of your yard by dust.’ Katelyn quickly stated. She paid him the $100.00 before she stepped into her Jeep to return home.
Mr. Homeowner felt a certain kind of un-describable joy as anyone would who had helped a human soul discover a new life of reading and saving money by shopping at garage sales. Mr. Homeowner knew that maybe he had helped a young lady improve her life, even if just a little bit.
Katelyn drove home so call some more of her friends. Those friends arrived shortly thereafter and after they were told of the need for speed, they hopped into their Jeeps to return to the Mr. Homeowner’s house. He was surprised that Katelyn’s friends all owned Jeeps, but he had seen stranger things in his lifetime. He watched as they loaded up the five bookshelves and a box of boxes.
When they had reached Katelyn’s house, they helped her bring the bookshelves into the house and place them against the walls. There was some discussion regarding the placement of the bookshelves should be placed, but after a few appraisals and evaluations, they placed all three bookshelves the empty room. A grand idea popped into Katelyn’s mind just before she stated, ‘Lets make this room a reading room.’ So that empty room was delegated the new reading room for the new reading book club. There was no television, just a music box for soft reading music.
They were really happy with the new look of the room. They sat around in Katelyn’s in her plastic chairs, they realized that if she was going to start a reading book club, that she would need better chairs and sofas so people could relax as they sat down to discuss the books they would read. Katelyn’s new book club room would need a new table and chair for the table, along with some nice prints and posters for the walls.
One of her friends suggested that they should search the newspapers and other sources of local information for garage sales and other flea markets. So they searched and they soon found a regular section of a certain section of town that had a garage sale very other weekend during the summer months. The next day, they all drove over to the garage sale section of town, to search for the reading room furniture.
Soon enough, they found a matching set of a nice light brown with gold stripes colored soft cotton sofa with matching chairs. In the same afternoon, she found a big cherry red round table, with matching chairs. And they found a smorgasbord of posters from a library sale and bookstore sales. Prints like: Butterfly on Book, From the Drawing Room, Sunlight on Bookshelves, Classical Literature I, and The Books Of Tastethewind.
Katelyn felt so happy she could hardly keep the excitement from bubbling over. She and her friends sat down and they started to plan their garage sale and flea market strategies, along with what everyone needed or wanted to find for the cheapest of all prices. Everyone made a list of needy items for their own reading rooms.
After their Sunday shopping adventure, after everyone left for their own homes, Katelyn stepped outside to watch the sun go down for the day. The big lights of the MAMMOTH MALL lit up the street and everyone who wanted to buy something new, just for the fun of it. Katelyn knew that some people loved to shop in the brand new expensive MAMMOTH MALL. But she and her girlfriends loved to shop in the garage sales and flea markets. Not every week, but every once in while, when she wanted to shop just for the fun of it, just for the hunt.
They all learned to never bring credit cards, just plain green cash to every shopping adventure.
They learned how to save money and still have fun shopping. Katelyn knew that MAMMOTH MALL was always withing walking distance, so she could always shop there. Unlike most other people who traveled for miles and miles just to experience shopping at the MAMMOTH MALL, as if it was the greatest show on earth; like a huge carnival for shoppers A show for shoppers, so they would never get bored spending money so other people could make a nice profit.
Katelyn and her girlfriends knew something about a profit too. Soon, they learned to deal and wheel with the sellers at the garage sales and the flea markets. Then, after they had bought and collected enough items on the cheap side of the dollar, they would hold their own garage sale. All of her friends would bring over the items they wanted to get rid of, or the items they had bought solely to sell at a profit.
They completed their dreams of starting a reading book club and a club for garage sale and flea shopping, but now they were learning something about business too. Buying stuff for the lowest price and selling the same stuff for a higher price. One day, as Katelyn watched the sun set down over the MAMMOTH MALL, Katelyn began to dream a new dream; of owning her own store in the MAMMOTH MALL.
* A Big Thanks to Oklahoma's Katelyn.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Television's Money Dreams For Celia
52 Stories in 52 Weeks: ## 38 Television Dreams For Celia
By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr.'s Ambidextrous Brain + Spiritual Mind.
Celia had grown up to be another woman who desired more money than she could ever possibly need or even spend. As a little girl, she did not receive many material items from her parents, nor did she receive the normal emotional love from them. So Celia replaced the lack of material goods and the lack of emotional love from her parents with the dream of money. She had left the other dreams of earthly life behind in her quest for easy money. Like many people, Celia had began loving money more than life itself, as a simple replacement for living life. Celia had observed the world and she had seen many kinds of people; some poor, some rich. Celia would put people into different kinds of categories, because people seemed to be simple creatures on one level.
She knew that some people loved to cook delicious food for others to eat. She knew that some people loved to paint beautiful and colorful oil paintings for others to stare at. She knew that some people loved to build fast sport cars so people could drive them just for the fun of it. She knew that some people loved to write adventurous books so people could read about other people’s adventures. And she knew that some people spent their whole lives creating music so other people would enjoy listening to the pleasures of the musical sound waves. And she knew that some people became doctors and dentists so they could help people’s health. She also knew that some people became educated so they could teach all students in school. Of course, the story continues with the police officers who fight crime and the firemen who fight fires. The list could go on, but Celia only dreamed of fast and easy money.
Celia could not understand how all of those unselfish people could dedicate their lives to making human society better, instead of living only for their own self interests as the greedy phony television con artists do everyday of the week. As a child, Celia was never taught that human society was not built and developed by the selfish money hungry con artists who only wanted to work only to become finically rich, by stealing money from the financially poor people. Her parents nor her teachers did not teach Celia that every human society needed the human workers who cared more about improving the human condition than making money. Celia was never taught that no human society could continue to develop into higher states of civilization by money alone. She had never learned that money was only a symbolic tool to trade goods and services, to make economic life easier. But money was not to be worshiped.
One day, a thought had occurred to Celia that she might become monetary rich so she could have the money she needed to have a cook to cook for her, to buy those nice cars to drive, to buy the books of writers to read, to buy the oil paintings that artists painted and the music that the musicians created. Celia wanted fast and easy money. Celia was living in a dream world.
When Celia noticed all of the television’s get rich infor shows, she guess that she might have discovered television’s answer to making fast and easy money. Even though she never wanted to study economics or finance, she wanted to become rich. She never wanted to study anything.
She was looking for the fast and easy money miracle cure for lazy people. ‘After all, thought Celia, there had to be a way for the lazy people become financially rich overnight.’ Celia had guessed that televison had provided her mind with so many entertaining laughs, that it might provide her with some intelligent information on obtaining some fast and easy money.
There are so many different dreamers of money, and con artists who pander to the dreamers of money. Celia had not realized that con artists can buy television time too; so they could laugh themselves to their banks with the money of the poor. But Celia never perceived that the biggest con artist in her life was her own mind. An old saying can be rephrased as, "Be Careful What You Dream, Because Sometimes Dreams Come True!’ Some people, especially the young people, do not realize that some cliche’s have been around for years for a reason. Saying like, "A Sucker Is Born Every Minute." As single statements of human truth, they express some real sense of a human experience. The young people may ignore and even laugh at those old maxims, just as they ignore stories of the supernatural. But the older and wiser people know better. People who have lived long enough see life differently than does the youth of the world.
Values change with age and maturity and experience.
Celia began her quest for fast and easy money by turning on her television set. She repeatedly hit the remote control channel button until she found a station that seemed big with promise. The computer’s graphic chart lines seemed to back the speaker’s words, ‘All you have to do is follow our method of buying the right to buy and sell stocks, and you too will make hundreds, if not thousands of dollars in only a matter of months, if not weeks. We have already discovered the system for fast and easy financial growth. All you have to do is send $3000.00 to us, and we will allow you to attend our two day seminar. In that seminar, you will learn our method of using options to earn hundreds, if not thousands of dollars in months, if not weeks or days.’
Celia fell fast asleep on her sofa as she began to dream another dream of truth. She sat in her first day of the options seminar. She saw herself push down on the enter button to purchase her right to buy and sell her chosen stock options. It was supposed to be a fast and easy tactic for making some fast and easy profit. The dreaming Celia saw the computer’s graph lines become a three dimensional lines of ups and downs and twists and turns. She noticed the three month time line eclipse her sense of decision making into a second or less. She had the fast and easy profit by the confusion of her own mind, as well as that of the chaotic financial markets. ‘Have no fear.’ she heard from the seminar’s speakers. For only $8000.00, you can buy the software to take home with you.’ She woke up with a new sense of confusion!
She was now a little nervous. But she again, turned on the televison. There he was, a heavyset Santa fellow who was peering into Celia’s livingroom. He started yapping his words into television land. ‘Hi, out there in television land. How would you like to make a lot of money on Ebay. It is so easy; anyone can do it. Just send me $49.95, plus shipping and shipping, and I will send you the complete informational kit of Ebay buying and selling. Be like all of the thousands of individuals who work at home and make tons of money by selling on Ebay. It is so easy, a moron could do it.’
Celia took a nap after the show, during those wee hours of the late night televison world. ‘She saw herself in the United States Post Office, waiting in line for hours on end. Everyone in waiting line had a hundreds of small Ebay labeled small boxes. ‘Spend all of your time at home?’ thought Celia. She only had the two items that she was lucky enough to have sold on Ebay. Not much of a profit either. She woke up with a new sense of time.
She again turned on the television and there it was; more lying informational shows promising a fast way to make thousands of fast and easy dollars. Celia began to watch all of the television informational shows that described buying and selling foreclosed houses. ‘Buy a house in foreclosure for only $748 and then sell it for 74, 800 dollars.’ Celia watched as the con salesman made the pitch. ‘Any one can do it. Just send me $59.95, plus shipping and handling, and I will show you how to buy a house for only 600 dollars and you can sell it for 60,000 dollars. You may have to spend $10,000 to fix up and repair the foreclosed house, but you will still make 50,000 in only a matter of weeks.’ The salesman turned over pictures of one house after another house. ‘Anyone can buy and sell houses. Just send me $59.95, plus shipping and handling, and I will you send you the complete informational kit to help you become a millionaire in no time at all.’
Celia fell asleep on the couch. Off into her money dreamworld she traveled. She saw a street with a house on it. The $600 sign was on the house, with the words, sell me for $60,000. The dream house smiled at the dreaming Celia as she noticed the clear white ghosts with solid green dollar sign eyes. The ghosts laughed as they were exiting and entering the smashed windows. The ghosts smiled as they all said, ‘Why yes, buy and sell. It is so easy. Just send us $59.95, plus shipping and handling, and you will have to deal with us ghosts.’ Celia woke up with a new sense of awe for the unspoken problems of buying houses in foreclosure.
She had nothing to do, so she turned on the television again. There was not much on the television. But there it was, another fast and easy money television show. A little bald guy with the squeaky voice in a pinstripe suit was talking away. ‘The United States government has plenty of money to give away. All you have to do is send me $79.00, plus shipping and handling, and we will then send you the whole booklet of how to apply to the United States government for free grant money. Just send us $79.00, plus shipping and handling, and you too will be able to collect the money that is waiting for you in the United States Treasury. And if you call now, we will send it overnight delivery, free of charge. Do not delay to get your free money from your Uncle Sam. Only $79.00 from you; and you too, will discover the money that is waiting for you. It is so easy to do it; anyone can learn how to apply for free money from the United States Government.’
Celia dozed off into her dreamworld. She saw the plain light brown paper wrapped package on her doorstep. She opened it up and she saw the big white block letters on the navy blue paperback cover. ‘United States Government Free Grant Money. Just open me up and search for your speciality.’ Celia opened the huge manual on how to obtain free money and was she surprised. All of the pages were blank, except for the blinking black words on every page. The words were blinking off and on with, ‘Find the money if you can, sucker.’ Celia woke up with a new sense for the for a worthless booklet with big promises.
Celia woke up from the dream with the same greed for a fast and easy buck. She turned on the television again, only to watched the young boyish face yapping away about his new book. His face was on the book, along with the exact blue tie, blue stripped shirt, and blue pinstripe suit that he was wearing in the show. He looked straight into the camera as he spoke with a smile. ‘Do you have problems with money. My new book will help you solve all of your money problems. My new book covers every financial problem that you could ever face in your lifetime. I wrote this book because I want to share my financial experince with you because I am already a millionaire and I do not need any more money.’
All you have to do is send me $39.95, plus shipping and handling, and you will gain a lifetime of financial knowledge. I want to help you with all of your financial problems, which is why I wrote this once in a lifetime solving your financial problems book. Again, for only $39.95, plus shipping and handling, you will gain a lifetime of financial knowledge to help you solve all of your financial problems. It is so easy.’
Celia dozed off to sleep again. She started to dream another dream about that televison show. It was the same boyish looking guy who was holding his same book. He looked at the dreaming Celia as he smiled a huge smile, along with the close captions rolling across the tv screen. He was mouthing words, but they were not the words on the tv screen’s close caption. ‘I am in need of money and I am trying to sell you my new book that is filled with nothing but garbage about becoming rich in months. I use my boyish looks to convince you to send me your hard earned $39.95, plus shipping and handling. I became rich because of suckers like you. Thanks. Celia woke up with a new sense not trusting a smiling male who talked with a mouse’s voice.
Celia woke up to find herself sweating from joy that she would not buy and of the television’s fake get rich schemes. But she still hoped that she would be able to find a television commercial that would provide her with some information about anything truthful. So she turned on the television and she started to switch channels. She was beginning to feel sleepy, but she was tired of dreaming too. All she really wanted now was a few hours of good sleep before her day job began, but she wanted to give the television one last chance before she feel into a deep sleep.
Celia was tired of the truthful dreams which revealed the con artists who promised the world of money to anyone because, ‘A sucker is born every minute. But she was dreaming for a big money pay off so she could quit her day job, but what was she going to do? Her night dreams were changing her day dreams. She stepped outside and she look up towards the moon. She asked the moon, ‘Is it wrong to become rich overnight in the land of capitalism?’
The moon turned a strange color of dark gray as white words started circling the moon’s reply, "America was built by hardworking people who cared more about truthful ideas and the freedom of expression for truth, not lies. It was not built for lying con artists to take advantage of the poor. America was built by and for the free thinkers who knew that America would not change the world solely by money. America’s capitalism was not built for the purpose of the lying and scanning con artists who steal the money from the poor.
Celia rubber her eyes with both hands. But when she stopped rubbing her eyes, the moon had returned back to normal. Celia stepped back into her house to lay down on the sofa. She was feeling dizzy and she could not kept her eyes open. She felt mind transforming into a trance. She pushed down the remote button. Another informational show was beginning. Celia saw herself on a cotton warm red couch. She was smiling a wide smile as she petted a dog. Hello to the viewers in tv land. My name is Celia and his is Fritz. She looked up towards the camera to begin speaking. ‘I have made millions of dollars during my life time, and with those dollars, I have bought hundreds of shoes and bags and clothes, cars and homes, and trips around the world. But an empty pit always filled my soul. I adopted Fritz at the ‘Needy Animals For Lonely Souls Center.’
If you already have a pet and you want some more soul filling advise, I want to give you my book, ‘A Divine Soul Filled Human Life.’ That is correct. I could tell you lost souls a million ways to make millions of dollars, but most of you would never do it anyway. Plus, not every person is meant to be a millionaire anyway. Some people are just to lazy to become financially rich.
Having money is work, so is spending it. Plus, after you have all the money you need, you will soon learn to discover that there is a life separate away from the money world. Not only that my dear listeners, but there is more to your inner being than desiring money. There is so much more to desire in this life and universe of ours; like the desire to know our true spiritual selfhood.’
Celia rubbed her eyes again. She did not know if she was awake or dreaming. Celia could not believe she was seeing herself in a television show.
‘There are so many simple and human ways to fill your human soul, and adopting a pet is only one way of helping a needy creature while helping your own soul become unselfish and un-greedy for money. And even though we all need money as we live in human society, there are things that are more important than money. Believe it or not! Some people would never believe that statement. And they might even laugh at it.
But I do want to give you some advise on filling your soul with love and compassion for all life on planet earth. Oh yes, planet earth. All the money in the world could not create life on planet so grand and wonderful as earth. And yet, we have spent trillions of dollars to pollute it and destroy it oceans, air, dirt, and water. My free book describes how we can and should walk on planet with the respect that earth deserves from all humans, including those who are creating nuclear weapons to destroy life on earth. It is up to us to make earth a better place to live. Without a perfect earth, all earthly life will perish.’
Celia wiped her eyes again. She hit the pause button to give it a rest. But when she hit the pause button, everything froze. Everything except her hand on the button. Celia was caught up in her own dream and now she had to work herself out of it. She glared at the television knowing that the only way to unfreeze herself and her surroundings was to push the on button. But the dream was out of her control. She softly pushed the on button. She saw herself begin to speak.
‘There are other ways to fill up that empty pit in your human soul. You still have time to seek and find and use and become your divine Soul and to become a divine spiritual consciousness, even as you walk on the testing grounds of earth. My new book, ‘A Divine Soul Filled Human Life,’ will explain how to begin to seek your true divine Soul, how to find your true divine Soul, how to use your true divine Soul, how to be your true divine Soul.*
This book will explain how to wake up everyday with an exhilarated sense of life, even if you are still working your way up to becoming a millionaire from the financial pits of financial hell, or if you are already rich, but soulfully empty. But there is a worse hell than being financially poor.
And that is being spiritually poor. Being spiritually rich is financially free of charge. During your free earthly time, you still have time to discover your true self-hood. This book, and your true Soul or your divine spiritual consciousness is yours, now; free of charge. All you have to do is call now for the free book. You will then freely seek, find, use, and become your true spiritual self. It does not matter if you are rich or poor, working or unemployed, white or black, or yellow or brown, young or old. It is the same ordered process for all.’
She heard a bang on her front door. It forced Celia’s mind away from the television. She got up and realized that she was changing. She no longer wanted to watch the television’s phony get rich commercials. Her inward divine spiritual self-hood informed her of her true mission as a human. Instead of being self-deceived that money would fill the empty void in her human soul, she realized that she need to seek, and find, and use, and become her true spiritual awareness. That is more important than dreaming of money.
She answered the door, but no one was there. Celia looked down and there was a box. She opened the box, only to see a puppy dog with a note attached to its collar. The note read, "Its name is Fritz. Please take good care of it. Thanks." She felt like she was already finding her divine soul.
* Divine cybernetics can be read about in the book titled, "The Four Levels Of Spiritual Consciousness." By Max Kappeler.
* (the four human steps in the divine cybernetics process: more on that process in later blogs)
By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr.'s Ambidextrous Brain + Spiritual Mind.
Celia had grown up to be another woman who desired more money than she could ever possibly need or even spend. As a little girl, she did not receive many material items from her parents, nor did she receive the normal emotional love from them. So Celia replaced the lack of material goods and the lack of emotional love from her parents with the dream of money. She had left the other dreams of earthly life behind in her quest for easy money. Like many people, Celia had began loving money more than life itself, as a simple replacement for living life. Celia had observed the world and she had seen many kinds of people; some poor, some rich. Celia would put people into different kinds of categories, because people seemed to be simple creatures on one level.
She knew that some people loved to cook delicious food for others to eat. She knew that some people loved to paint beautiful and colorful oil paintings for others to stare at. She knew that some people loved to build fast sport cars so people could drive them just for the fun of it. She knew that some people loved to write adventurous books so people could read about other people’s adventures. And she knew that some people spent their whole lives creating music so other people would enjoy listening to the pleasures of the musical sound waves. And she knew that some people became doctors and dentists so they could help people’s health. She also knew that some people became educated so they could teach all students in school. Of course, the story continues with the police officers who fight crime and the firemen who fight fires. The list could go on, but Celia only dreamed of fast and easy money.
Celia could not understand how all of those unselfish people could dedicate their lives to making human society better, instead of living only for their own self interests as the greedy phony television con artists do everyday of the week. As a child, Celia was never taught that human society was not built and developed by the selfish money hungry con artists who only wanted to work only to become finically rich, by stealing money from the financially poor people. Her parents nor her teachers did not teach Celia that every human society needed the human workers who cared more about improving the human condition than making money. Celia was never taught that no human society could continue to develop into higher states of civilization by money alone. She had never learned that money was only a symbolic tool to trade goods and services, to make economic life easier. But money was not to be worshiped.
One day, a thought had occurred to Celia that she might become monetary rich so she could have the money she needed to have a cook to cook for her, to buy those nice cars to drive, to buy the books of writers to read, to buy the oil paintings that artists painted and the music that the musicians created. Celia wanted fast and easy money. Celia was living in a dream world.
When Celia noticed all of the television’s get rich infor shows, she guess that she might have discovered television’s answer to making fast and easy money. Even though she never wanted to study economics or finance, she wanted to become rich. She never wanted to study anything.
She was looking for the fast and easy money miracle cure for lazy people. ‘After all, thought Celia, there had to be a way for the lazy people become financially rich overnight.’ Celia had guessed that televison had provided her mind with so many entertaining laughs, that it might provide her with some intelligent information on obtaining some fast and easy money.
There are so many different dreamers of money, and con artists who pander to the dreamers of money. Celia had not realized that con artists can buy television time too; so they could laugh themselves to their banks with the money of the poor. But Celia never perceived that the biggest con artist in her life was her own mind. An old saying can be rephrased as, "Be Careful What You Dream, Because Sometimes Dreams Come True!’ Some people, especially the young people, do not realize that some cliche’s have been around for years for a reason. Saying like, "A Sucker Is Born Every Minute." As single statements of human truth, they express some real sense of a human experience. The young people may ignore and even laugh at those old maxims, just as they ignore stories of the supernatural. But the older and wiser people know better. People who have lived long enough see life differently than does the youth of the world.
Values change with age and maturity and experience.
Celia began her quest for fast and easy money by turning on her television set. She repeatedly hit the remote control channel button until she found a station that seemed big with promise. The computer’s graphic chart lines seemed to back the speaker’s words, ‘All you have to do is follow our method of buying the right to buy and sell stocks, and you too will make hundreds, if not thousands of dollars in only a matter of months, if not weeks. We have already discovered the system for fast and easy financial growth. All you have to do is send $3000.00 to us, and we will allow you to attend our two day seminar. In that seminar, you will learn our method of using options to earn hundreds, if not thousands of dollars in months, if not weeks or days.’
Celia fell fast asleep on her sofa as she began to dream another dream of truth. She sat in her first day of the options seminar. She saw herself push down on the enter button to purchase her right to buy and sell her chosen stock options. It was supposed to be a fast and easy tactic for making some fast and easy profit. The dreaming Celia saw the computer’s graph lines become a three dimensional lines of ups and downs and twists and turns. She noticed the three month time line eclipse her sense of decision making into a second or less. She had the fast and easy profit by the confusion of her own mind, as well as that of the chaotic financial markets. ‘Have no fear.’ she heard from the seminar’s speakers. For only $8000.00, you can buy the software to take home with you.’ She woke up with a new sense of confusion!
She was now a little nervous. But she again, turned on the televison. There he was, a heavyset Santa fellow who was peering into Celia’s livingroom. He started yapping his words into television land. ‘Hi, out there in television land. How would you like to make a lot of money on Ebay. It is so easy; anyone can do it. Just send me $49.95, plus shipping and shipping, and I will send you the complete informational kit of Ebay buying and selling. Be like all of the thousands of individuals who work at home and make tons of money by selling on Ebay. It is so easy, a moron could do it.’
Celia took a nap after the show, during those wee hours of the late night televison world. ‘She saw herself in the United States Post Office, waiting in line for hours on end. Everyone in waiting line had a hundreds of small Ebay labeled small boxes. ‘Spend all of your time at home?’ thought Celia. She only had the two items that she was lucky enough to have sold on Ebay. Not much of a profit either. She woke up with a new sense of time.
She again turned on the television and there it was; more lying informational shows promising a fast way to make thousands of fast and easy dollars. Celia began to watch all of the television informational shows that described buying and selling foreclosed houses. ‘Buy a house in foreclosure for only $748 and then sell it for 74, 800 dollars.’ Celia watched as the con salesman made the pitch. ‘Any one can do it. Just send me $59.95, plus shipping and handling, and I will show you how to buy a house for only 600 dollars and you can sell it for 60,000 dollars. You may have to spend $10,000 to fix up and repair the foreclosed house, but you will still make 50,000 in only a matter of weeks.’ The salesman turned over pictures of one house after another house. ‘Anyone can buy and sell houses. Just send me $59.95, plus shipping and handling, and I will you send you the complete informational kit to help you become a millionaire in no time at all.’
Celia fell asleep on the couch. Off into her money dreamworld she traveled. She saw a street with a house on it. The $600 sign was on the house, with the words, sell me for $60,000. The dream house smiled at the dreaming Celia as she noticed the clear white ghosts with solid green dollar sign eyes. The ghosts laughed as they were exiting and entering the smashed windows. The ghosts smiled as they all said, ‘Why yes, buy and sell. It is so easy. Just send us $59.95, plus shipping and handling, and you will have to deal with us ghosts.’ Celia woke up with a new sense of awe for the unspoken problems of buying houses in foreclosure.
She had nothing to do, so she turned on the television again. There was not much on the television. But there it was, another fast and easy money television show. A little bald guy with the squeaky voice in a pinstripe suit was talking away. ‘The United States government has plenty of money to give away. All you have to do is send me $79.00, plus shipping and handling, and we will then send you the whole booklet of how to apply to the United States government for free grant money. Just send us $79.00, plus shipping and handling, and you too will be able to collect the money that is waiting for you in the United States Treasury. And if you call now, we will send it overnight delivery, free of charge. Do not delay to get your free money from your Uncle Sam. Only $79.00 from you; and you too, will discover the money that is waiting for you. It is so easy to do it; anyone can learn how to apply for free money from the United States Government.’
Celia dozed off into her dreamworld. She saw the plain light brown paper wrapped package on her doorstep. She opened it up and she saw the big white block letters on the navy blue paperback cover. ‘United States Government Free Grant Money. Just open me up and search for your speciality.’ Celia opened the huge manual on how to obtain free money and was she surprised. All of the pages were blank, except for the blinking black words on every page. The words were blinking off and on with, ‘Find the money if you can, sucker.’ Celia woke up with a new sense for the for a worthless booklet with big promises.
Celia woke up from the dream with the same greed for a fast and easy buck. She turned on the television again, only to watched the young boyish face yapping away about his new book. His face was on the book, along with the exact blue tie, blue stripped shirt, and blue pinstripe suit that he was wearing in the show. He looked straight into the camera as he spoke with a smile. ‘Do you have problems with money. My new book will help you solve all of your money problems. My new book covers every financial problem that you could ever face in your lifetime. I wrote this book because I want to share my financial experince with you because I am already a millionaire and I do not need any more money.’
All you have to do is send me $39.95, plus shipping and handling, and you will gain a lifetime of financial knowledge. I want to help you with all of your financial problems, which is why I wrote this once in a lifetime solving your financial problems book. Again, for only $39.95, plus shipping and handling, you will gain a lifetime of financial knowledge to help you solve all of your financial problems. It is so easy.’
Celia dozed off to sleep again. She started to dream another dream about that televison show. It was the same boyish looking guy who was holding his same book. He looked at the dreaming Celia as he smiled a huge smile, along with the close captions rolling across the tv screen. He was mouthing words, but they were not the words on the tv screen’s close caption. ‘I am in need of money and I am trying to sell you my new book that is filled with nothing but garbage about becoming rich in months. I use my boyish looks to convince you to send me your hard earned $39.95, plus shipping and handling. I became rich because of suckers like you. Thanks. Celia woke up with a new sense not trusting a smiling male who talked with a mouse’s voice.
Celia woke up to find herself sweating from joy that she would not buy and of the television’s fake get rich schemes. But she still hoped that she would be able to find a television commercial that would provide her with some information about anything truthful. So she turned on the television and she started to switch channels. She was beginning to feel sleepy, but she was tired of dreaming too. All she really wanted now was a few hours of good sleep before her day job began, but she wanted to give the television one last chance before she feel into a deep sleep.
Celia was tired of the truthful dreams which revealed the con artists who promised the world of money to anyone because, ‘A sucker is born every minute. But she was dreaming for a big money pay off so she could quit her day job, but what was she going to do? Her night dreams were changing her day dreams. She stepped outside and she look up towards the moon. She asked the moon, ‘Is it wrong to become rich overnight in the land of capitalism?’
The moon turned a strange color of dark gray as white words started circling the moon’s reply, "America was built by hardworking people who cared more about truthful ideas and the freedom of expression for truth, not lies. It was not built for lying con artists to take advantage of the poor. America was built by and for the free thinkers who knew that America would not change the world solely by money. America’s capitalism was not built for the purpose of the lying and scanning con artists who steal the money from the poor.
Celia rubber her eyes with both hands. But when she stopped rubbing her eyes, the moon had returned back to normal. Celia stepped back into her house to lay down on the sofa. She was feeling dizzy and she could not kept her eyes open. She felt mind transforming into a trance. She pushed down the remote button. Another informational show was beginning. Celia saw herself on a cotton warm red couch. She was smiling a wide smile as she petted a dog. Hello to the viewers in tv land. My name is Celia and his is Fritz. She looked up towards the camera to begin speaking. ‘I have made millions of dollars during my life time, and with those dollars, I have bought hundreds of shoes and bags and clothes, cars and homes, and trips around the world. But an empty pit always filled my soul. I adopted Fritz at the ‘Needy Animals For Lonely Souls Center.’
If you already have a pet and you want some more soul filling advise, I want to give you my book, ‘A Divine Soul Filled Human Life.’ That is correct. I could tell you lost souls a million ways to make millions of dollars, but most of you would never do it anyway. Plus, not every person is meant to be a millionaire anyway. Some people are just to lazy to become financially rich.
Having money is work, so is spending it. Plus, after you have all the money you need, you will soon learn to discover that there is a life separate away from the money world. Not only that my dear listeners, but there is more to your inner being than desiring money. There is so much more to desire in this life and universe of ours; like the desire to know our true spiritual selfhood.’
Celia rubbed her eyes again. She did not know if she was awake or dreaming. Celia could not believe she was seeing herself in a television show.
‘There are so many simple and human ways to fill your human soul, and adopting a pet is only one way of helping a needy creature while helping your own soul become unselfish and un-greedy for money. And even though we all need money as we live in human society, there are things that are more important than money. Believe it or not! Some people would never believe that statement. And they might even laugh at it.
But I do want to give you some advise on filling your soul with love and compassion for all life on planet earth. Oh yes, planet earth. All the money in the world could not create life on planet so grand and wonderful as earth. And yet, we have spent trillions of dollars to pollute it and destroy it oceans, air, dirt, and water. My free book describes how we can and should walk on planet with the respect that earth deserves from all humans, including those who are creating nuclear weapons to destroy life on earth. It is up to us to make earth a better place to live. Without a perfect earth, all earthly life will perish.’
Celia wiped her eyes again. She hit the pause button to give it a rest. But when she hit the pause button, everything froze. Everything except her hand on the button. Celia was caught up in her own dream and now she had to work herself out of it. She glared at the television knowing that the only way to unfreeze herself and her surroundings was to push the on button. But the dream was out of her control. She softly pushed the on button. She saw herself begin to speak.
‘There are other ways to fill up that empty pit in your human soul. You still have time to seek and find and use and become your divine Soul and to become a divine spiritual consciousness, even as you walk on the testing grounds of earth. My new book, ‘A Divine Soul Filled Human Life,’ will explain how to begin to seek your true divine Soul, how to find your true divine Soul, how to use your true divine Soul, how to be your true divine Soul.*
This book will explain how to wake up everyday with an exhilarated sense of life, even if you are still working your way up to becoming a millionaire from the financial pits of financial hell, or if you are already rich, but soulfully empty. But there is a worse hell than being financially poor.
And that is being spiritually poor. Being spiritually rich is financially free of charge. During your free earthly time, you still have time to discover your true self-hood. This book, and your true Soul or your divine spiritual consciousness is yours, now; free of charge. All you have to do is call now for the free book. You will then freely seek, find, use, and become your true spiritual self. It does not matter if you are rich or poor, working or unemployed, white or black, or yellow or brown, young or old. It is the same ordered process for all.’
She heard a bang on her front door. It forced Celia’s mind away from the television. She got up and realized that she was changing. She no longer wanted to watch the television’s phony get rich commercials. Her inward divine spiritual self-hood informed her of her true mission as a human. Instead of being self-deceived that money would fill the empty void in her human soul, she realized that she need to seek, and find, and use, and become her true spiritual awareness. That is more important than dreaming of money.
She answered the door, but no one was there. Celia looked down and there was a box. She opened the box, only to see a puppy dog with a note attached to its collar. The note read, "Its name is Fritz. Please take good care of it. Thanks." She felt like she was already finding her divine soul.
* Divine cybernetics can be read about in the book titled, "The Four Levels Of Spiritual Consciousness." By Max Kappeler.
* (the four human steps in the divine cybernetics process: more on that process in later blogs)
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Mickey and Beth Unite In Marriage: (A Story Dedicated To All 911 Victims)
52 Stories in 52 Weeks: ## 37
Mickey and Beth Unite In Marriage: (A Story Dedicated To All 911 Victims)
By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr.'s Ambidextrous Brain + Spiritual Mind.
The married life seemed like a far away dream, until the day Mickey was prepared to propose marriage to Beth. He had requested her presence for a simple dinner date at the Windows On The World on top of the North Tower of the World Trade Towers. Mickey had met Beth at an official business dinner meeting at the Windows On The World Restaurant. As business meetings sometimes go, after the official business is finished, the business meetings sometimes turn into pleasure meetings. You know the kind, the wine and the soft music and the laughs.
Mickey was talking normally with a few business associates when he had caught sight of Beth’s long solid bright red dress in the corner of his eye. His attention turned to her instead of the business conversation he had been engaged in. Profits, money, and business politics was the everyday talk. Romantic love talk never entered any business conversation. Nevertheless, Mickey turned his head to glare straight forward through the invisible beam of fuzzy air. There were people crowded around on both sides of that invisible beam of fuzzy air; as if a new time dimension opened up for two human souls. It was there, like a different time zone had just entered the business room, just so Mickey’s and Beth’s eyes would meet. Mickey felt the room’s space around him turn into a ocean of chattering bees, as he stared down to Beth; a Beth who seemed from a different dimension altogether, even though she was standing in a room of money hungry and politically powerful people. She seemed a woman from another world, as her eyes told the whole story. Mickey was frozen for a few seconds as he looked towards the lady in red.
Beth looked at Mickey and she too, felt a strange change in Mickey’s direction. She noticed that he was frozen in time, if only for a few strange seconds. She stopped in her tracks, as she wondered why the room’s air had changed into a frozen moment of stillness, while the people continued with their business conversations. She noticed his dark business suit, with his pure white shirt and red power tie. His gold watch also plainly stuck out as he held the gold rimmed wine glass that was half filled with very expensive white wine. Mickey had been standing as still as a statue, as Megan glared down to him. Beth took the first move to escape the fuzzy path, of the invisible connection between two lonely hearts. She was bumped into by another lady, so the fuzzy path of connecting hearts had been broken.
Mickey returned his attention to the business conversation. But soon, he was walking around the crowd at the Windows On The World, mingling with the other business friends and strangers who were talking and laughing, drinking wine and eating expensive food. Mickey had walked around the slightly darkened room, just waiting for something to happen. And it did. He turned around and nudge the lady in red.
‘Well Hello. My name is Mickey. I believe that we have met in a different universe.’
‘My name is Beth. Was that a joke? Or do you believe in different universes.’
‘Lets grab a table.’
‘Ok. Lets.’
The two business people sat down at a window table on the 107th story window of the World Trade Center’s World On The World Restaurant. The view was grand. How could it be better?
The tiny dots of lights along the bridge’s edges sent a message to all onlookers. The moving headlight beams of moving cars lit up the road’s nighttime darkness; a darkness that hid the people and their secrets from all who lived and worked and played in New York City. Hundreds and thousands of strangers who see hundreds and thousands of other strangers everyday of the week. Mickey and Beth knew it too, as they had lived in New York City for so long. Most of New York’s Manhattan’s strangers would never visit the Windows On The World Restaurant on the 107th story of the World Trade Center. Mickey and Beth knew that too. That made it even more special. A special meeting of two souls who were on top of the world and on top of their professional games.
They were on top of the world, but they were now closer than ever to holding hands on top of the world. Their business affairs were very successful; but all work and no romance leaves the richest of Manhattanites somewhat bored creatures, at times anyway. The band played soft romantic music as the two made the normal soft talk After a few glasses of wine and much small talk, it was announced that closing time had arrived for everyone. Proper business etiquette dictated that the two leave the 107th story floor with some professionalism. So they walked out with their business partners, even as they knew something special had transpired between them.
Mickey loved to read and he loved visiting the New York City Public Library. He had just sat down in a chair when he opened up the New York Times newspaper to read it. He started to read the entertainment section because he also loved watching movies. Mickey always thought that movies, especially foreign films showed him and taught him about other people’s cultures and other peoples stories that he would never experience. Movies like the "English Patient" which was famous in America, only proved his point. A movie about love and adventure. Movies provided Mickey with a legal form of escapism. He had just decided to spend a weekend night at a small tiny theater that specializes in foreign films, so he had put the paper down when he then noticed her. There she was, as comfortable as a lady could in a library chair; next to a man she had just met a few weeks ago.
Beth had sat down next to him as he was reading the New York Times newspaper. ‘I did not want to disturb you.’ Beth stated plainly. Mickey looked over to her and he realized she had made herself comfortable with him that she decided to sit down next to him without saying a single word. Mickey felt like he was already married to this lady in red. ‘Oh, you could never disturb me.’ laughed Mickey. Beth smiled as she started to read her own newspaper. Mickey started to read the business section as he peeked over at Beth, as he thought to himself. "She is just sitting here reading her newspaper with me as if she has known me all of her life. How odd!" He knew that something extraordinary was happening, but he could not figure it out. The new romantic experience seemed a bit to magical for people who usually lived for money and the world’s value of a human’s worth.
‘Do you like movies?’ asked Mickey.
‘Sure I do. Just pick one and we will make it a movie date.’ replied Beth.
So it was a date. They had made their movie plans later on in the week. The movie started in time and ended on time. Mickey held her hand as he asked her, ‘How about some coffee or tea?’
Beth held onto his hand as they walked across the street to a night dinner. Talking as they slipped the coffee away, they finished their coffee, to walk through Center Park. They sat down on a bench to hang out and relax. A full moon slowly crawled across the sky as Mickey blurted out, ‘What do you say we get married?’ Beth gently rolled her head onto Mickey’s shoulder before she answered, ‘Ok. Whenever. I thought it was a done deal when we first met. Just inform me of the wedding plans and we will make it a wedding.’
Daily life was not the same for either of them, to say the least. Finding love in the business world of this and that business deal, is a special event for any human. But still, Mickey thought that Beth knew something or felt something that he did not yet understand. Like maybe they had met in a different lifetime or something supernatural like that. He could not put his mental finger on it.
One day, Beth informed Mickey that she needed to fly out to Boston, Massachusetts and then to Los Angeles, California. Of course, Mickey knew that business was business, so he had no say in her business affairs. She was a grown and experienced business lady. Beth flew out to Boston to close one business deal before she flew out to Los Angeles, California. She had stayed in a hotel for the night before boarding United Airlines Flight 11 early in the morning. Beth had boarded many airplanes throughout her business career, but she knew that this flight was going to be a very different. After she boarded the plane, it lifted off for Los Angeles International Airport. She felt the need to call Mickey after she realized how different Flight 11 was going to be for them.
Mickey was just sitting down at his office in the North Tower. He was on the phone with the managers of the Windows On The World Restaurant. Mickey was arranging the wedding plans for their very big wedding. They had plenty of money to spend, so he thought it would be very cool if they would be married where they had met. Mickey had just called the management on his regular business phone when his cell phone buzzed. He excused himself before he answered the cell phone call. Once he realized it was Beth, he stood up and walked towards the widow. He wanted to give Beth his undivided attention.
‘What is up Beth?’
‘Something is wrong Mickey. The plane has been highjacked and we are heading towards New York instead of Los Angeles.’
Mickey stopped dead in his tracks. He informed the managers of the restaurant that Beth’s plane had been highjacked and that it was headed towards New York. Mickey then hung up his business phone so he could talk to Beth. Mickey turned on his office’s television, but the news stations had not begin covering the unknown highjacking of Flight 11 or of 175.
Mickey told his fiancee, ‘I am sure everything will be ok.’
‘I am not sure everything will be ok humanly. But I know everything in the end will be ok.’ said Beth.
Mickey thought about the window where they had first sat. He finished walking over to his office window and he sat down in the another leather chair that was closer to the window. Mickey looked out the window at the clear blue sky. His mind began racing around in circles and circles. Mickey was concerned for his would be wife, and concerned for all of the people that were all now dealing with a highjacked airplane. The uncertainty of a highjacking is bad enough, but one with your fiancee in the airplane is even worse. Mickey knew that many people would be in a state of confusion, but he was used to confusion. He had lived with confusion in many stock markets and some of his business dealings. But this was very different. He began to be stressed out.
‘Beth, how are you doing?’ he asked on his cell phone.
‘I am fine. But our airplane is still headed towards New York. It looks as if the highjackers have hurt some people.’
As Mickey looked outside his business office windows, he knew something was wrong. He asked himself why would a terrorist highjack a plane from Boston to New York? It did not make any sense. He suddenly realized that the highjacked airplanes could be used as weapons by another nation or by suicide terrorists. But why a plane and why in New York? His love filed heart was breaking as he knew that the lady he was going to marry might die in a highjacked airplane. On the other hand, maybe it was just some crazy guys who wanted a free ride to New York.
‘Beth. I am at my office and I just got off the phone with the management of the Windows On The World Restaurant. I was beginning to talk with management about our wedding and the party afterwards. No matter what happens, we will be married as soon as you arrive in New York. We can have a big wedding later and a bigger celebration too. Is that ok with you?’ asked Mickey.
‘It is ok Mickey. Everything will be ok. We have no choice. This is the way it is going to be, but I think we will be arriving in New York in about 10-15 minutes. Oh Mickey.’
‘I am not leaving Beth. I wanted to start a family and watch our grandchildren grow up in a good world. It looks like the world is changing. At least our part of the world.’
‘Oh Mickey. There are guys waving knifes or something.’
Mickey banged the table as hard as he could without breaking his hand. Mickey knew that something did not add up, but he could not figure out what it was. He knew his future wife was going to die, even though he could not put it into words. He began living in fear of the future. He had never lived in fear of life before this moment. He felt as if his whole life was about to change, although he could not figure it out. It was just a feeling, an intuition. He knew it and he knew Beth knew it.
‘Well Beth, I have never been a religious man. Do you believe in an afterlife?’asked Mickey.
‘Beth, I am looking at your picture, so stay with me. Do not hang up. I want to hear your voice talking to me.’ He tense up in his large leather chair as he looked out the window. He turned one of his computers to send out a few messages to his lawyers and friends. His fingers were moving faster than he could ever believe he could type.
‘Hey Beth. Do you believe in an afterlife?’
‘Yes Mickey, I do.’
‘So what do you think really happens when we die?’ asked Mickey.
‘Oh Mickey. Do we have to talk about this now? asked Beth.
‘What else are we going to talk about. You seem so calm Beth. Are you not afraid of dying?’
‘No. I am not afraid of dying Mickey. Because I know that there are other universes all around us. Universes that we can not see with our brain’s neurons or with our brain’s limited vision of the universe.’ said Beth.
‘What the heck are you talking about Beth?’
‘I am talking about how the whole universe seems to be solid physical of space and time to one mind, but totally spiritual to another mind. But the universe is not a physical object of material stuff. It only seems that way on earth because we are bound by earth’s gravity. Mickey, I never told you this, but I have had out of body experiences. I know that I am not going to die Mickey.’
‘What the heck is an out of body experience?’ asked a confused Mickey. Mickey’s mind was no longer thinking about the highjacked planes or even about dying.
‘Out of body experiences are when you leave your body and float in another zone of space and time. While your body remains very still, one of your other immaterial selves exits the skin and bone body to fly around this universe and other universes, only in a different form than matter.’
‘Wow Beth. I did not know you were into this supernatural stuff. What else do you know?’
‘The New Testament states that flesh and blood can not inherit the kingdom of God. So once we become aware of this, we can become more aware of our immaterial body because we value the skin and bones body less and less. Older people experience the devaluation of skin and bones more than the young people. The young people think their skin and bones are great stuff, but older people know differently. Even Jesus had to overcome his concept of a material body.’
‘So Beth, are you telling me that you are not going to die when the plane crashes?’
‘Well Mickey, the skin and bones will burn up in smoke, but the other me will live on; even though I do not know where I will go to after the transition. Mickey, I can see the New York, but I do not think that we are not headed towards an airport. Oh Mickey, this really sucks even though I know I will live on in another universe.’
Mickey kept looking out of his office’s window to find the plane. He took at a telescope he had in the office for viewing the stars at night. But he decided on using the binoculars. He picked them up and he started to visually scan the clear blue sky. Mickey moved the binoculars from side to the other side as he kept on talking to Beth on his speaker phone.
‘Hey Beth. Do you see any landmarks?'
Beth looked out the window of the airplane. She noticed the a thin dirt roads with deep forest on both sides of the dirt roads. ‘Mickey, I think that we Adirondack Mountains. You will not be able to see us yet. Mickey put down the binoculars. ‘So Beth, tell me more about what you think about death and the afterlife.’
‘Oh Mickey, do we have to do this now?’
‘Well Beth, what else are we going to do. You are in a highjacked airplane and we do not know what is going to happen. We really do not know. So I want to know what will happen just in case the worst scenario happens.’
‘Oh Mickey. I hope everything will workout, but this highjacking seems odd. They are not acting like they want to go somewhere. They are acting as if they are going to do something bad. But you know, it might help if I tell you what I know, just in case something truly bad does happen.
We live in a multi-dimensional universe, even though it is really one universe. Every dimension is connected by invisible strings and other stuff. We can not see most of the real universe with our brain, but that does not matter because our real minds are not these limited material brains we have inside our skulls. It is all a matter of perception and understanding of levels.
Our real Mind is a spiritual unlimited infinite Intelligence which is not trapped within a skull. If we think that we are just limited minds that are trapped inside a bony skull, we limit our unlimited abilities of unlimited and infinite intelligence. Our real Mind is totally spiritual and deathless, but it can connect with the brain and human mind if we humans are open to higher levels of spiritual consciousness. Our real spiritual selfhood is of the nature of a spiritual idea.
Our true spiritual selfhood is of the nature of Spirit. It is totally and only spiritual and not a material entity at all. Jesus understood this, so he could transform his body from a material body to an immaterial bodily form.
Our true spiritual selfhood is of the nature of Soul; an unchanging spiritual identity which is immortal and sinless and unchangeable. It does not need a body or sex to for pleasure, nor does it need sin for pain. That is why Jesus could forgive the prostitute. Jesus divinely saw Mary’s true spiritual and sinless selfhood instead of seeing a sexual sinner. Because our true spiritual selfhood is identical with the Infinite Principle called God, it is at-one with the whole of Being, called Life.
Since God is not a person, either in outer space nor on planet earth, it has to be a Infinite Principle with rules and laws and their demonstration. (Science and Health: by Mary Barker Eddy.) That means that limited mortal and human egos, along with our personal egotistical minds with human theories about god have nothing to do with the real God which is Life, Truth, Love. Principle demonstrates Life Truth Love; not death, evil, hate and fear. Jesus knew that he was not God, but he understood his divine Christ selfhood. His Christ-selfhood never died.
So our true spiritual selfhood is of the nature of Life; a state of isness and nowness, not living in the limited concept of space and time. Our true spiritual selfhood is eternal and could never die.
Our true spiritual selfhood is a state of divine Truth; of a divine and perfect consciousness, individual, yet always at one with the whole of Being. That destroys all mortal states of consciousness by destroying the false consciousness; by transforming and translating the false consciousness into the true spiritual consciousness. And it all goes on in the realm of mental understanding.
Our true spiritual selfhood is of the nature of Love. It is perfect and fulfilled, and at rest too. It is not hateful and fearful, nor is it a state of nothingness.
‘Wow, Beth. That is really amazing. But what has that to do with the highjacked airplane?’
‘Well Mickey. To make it quick. No matter what happens humanly, there really is more to life than what meets the eye. But I see New York now. We are not headed towards New York’s airports. The plane is headed towards Manhattan.
Mickey swung the binoculars around and he started to look northward. He saw a tiny black dot that seemed to be moving, but he did not know if it was a plane. As he kept the binoculars on the little dot, it slowly became bigger and bigger. Mickey had a gut feeling that it was the plane, but he could not be sure. Yet, he started to think about what Beth had just stated about his true spiritual selfhood. Maybe that was why he started to have different experiences in life as he grew older.
The plane started to become bigger and bigger, almost like the spiritual idea that was developing inside his consciousness. The spiritual idea was winning over the plane. ‘Beth, what are they doing?’
‘Mickey, I do not know what they are doing. They kept repeating these rambling statements that do not make sense. It looks as if it was headed towards lower Manhattan, but why would it be doing that? I do not think that they are going to land the airplane on an airfield. Mickey, are you thinking what I am thinking. Could they? No! No! No! cried Beth.
Mickey saw the black dot become an airplane, but it was too late. He laid down his binoculars as he softly whispered to Beth, ‘I love you Beth.’
‘I love you too Mickey. I hope to see you on the other side. Here is the password for us to recognize each other in the different forms. The Red Jack.’
Mickey watched as the plane turned towards the Twin Towers. He realized that he had a good life. So he raised his coffee mug up towards the sky while he said, ‘God, thanks for a good life, and for me meeting Beth. He looked towards the airplane as it flew straight towards him. It grew bigger and bigger; as if it was a giant comet from earth, instead of from the cosmic sky. Mickey quickly realized that he was going to die a very unique death. ‘Well this should be fun.’ as he watched the plane fly faster and faster towards him. Mickey’s body sweated a strange sweat as it began to became colder and colder. As the plane’s nose shattered the window glass, Mickey could feel a pull from his body.
Just a nanosecond before his skin and bones body disappeared into nothingness, Mickey felt himself floating above the World Trade Towers in a different form. He heard the words, ‘Lucky for you that you heard Beth’s mini-speech and that you died loving her more than loving money and gold.’
Mickey heard the password, ‘The Red Jack.’ as his new body bumped into Beth. He silently repeated the words, ‘The Red Jack.’ as he felt his own consciousness become lit up with a new sense of love. He saw himself turn into a shiny yellow and white light. He saw Beth turn into a shiny yellow and white light too. In a another nanosecond, the two unmarried love birds became married in their new universe; a universe of pure spiritual love.
September 11, 2001 was a not normal day for Mickey and Beth or for anyone else. I hope this story helps anyone who has to deal with the big issues of life.
Mickey and Beth Unite In Marriage: (A Story Dedicated To All 911 Victims)
By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr.'s Ambidextrous Brain + Spiritual Mind.
The married life seemed like a far away dream, until the day Mickey was prepared to propose marriage to Beth. He had requested her presence for a simple dinner date at the Windows On The World on top of the North Tower of the World Trade Towers. Mickey had met Beth at an official business dinner meeting at the Windows On The World Restaurant. As business meetings sometimes go, after the official business is finished, the business meetings sometimes turn into pleasure meetings. You know the kind, the wine and the soft music and the laughs.
Mickey was talking normally with a few business associates when he had caught sight of Beth’s long solid bright red dress in the corner of his eye. His attention turned to her instead of the business conversation he had been engaged in. Profits, money, and business politics was the everyday talk. Romantic love talk never entered any business conversation. Nevertheless, Mickey turned his head to glare straight forward through the invisible beam of fuzzy air. There were people crowded around on both sides of that invisible beam of fuzzy air; as if a new time dimension opened up for two human souls. It was there, like a different time zone had just entered the business room, just so Mickey’s and Beth’s eyes would meet. Mickey felt the room’s space around him turn into a ocean of chattering bees, as he stared down to Beth; a Beth who seemed from a different dimension altogether, even though she was standing in a room of money hungry and politically powerful people. She seemed a woman from another world, as her eyes told the whole story. Mickey was frozen for a few seconds as he looked towards the lady in red.
Beth looked at Mickey and she too, felt a strange change in Mickey’s direction. She noticed that he was frozen in time, if only for a few strange seconds. She stopped in her tracks, as she wondered why the room’s air had changed into a frozen moment of stillness, while the people continued with their business conversations. She noticed his dark business suit, with his pure white shirt and red power tie. His gold watch also plainly stuck out as he held the gold rimmed wine glass that was half filled with very expensive white wine. Mickey had been standing as still as a statue, as Megan glared down to him. Beth took the first move to escape the fuzzy path, of the invisible connection between two lonely hearts. She was bumped into by another lady, so the fuzzy path of connecting hearts had been broken.
Mickey returned his attention to the business conversation. But soon, he was walking around the crowd at the Windows On The World, mingling with the other business friends and strangers who were talking and laughing, drinking wine and eating expensive food. Mickey had walked around the slightly darkened room, just waiting for something to happen. And it did. He turned around and nudge the lady in red.
‘Well Hello. My name is Mickey. I believe that we have met in a different universe.’
‘My name is Beth. Was that a joke? Or do you believe in different universes.’
‘Lets grab a table.’
‘Ok. Lets.’
The two business people sat down at a window table on the 107th story window of the World Trade Center’s World On The World Restaurant. The view was grand. How could it be better?
The tiny dots of lights along the bridge’s edges sent a message to all onlookers. The moving headlight beams of moving cars lit up the road’s nighttime darkness; a darkness that hid the people and their secrets from all who lived and worked and played in New York City. Hundreds and thousands of strangers who see hundreds and thousands of other strangers everyday of the week. Mickey and Beth knew it too, as they had lived in New York City for so long. Most of New York’s Manhattan’s strangers would never visit the Windows On The World Restaurant on the 107th story of the World Trade Center. Mickey and Beth knew that too. That made it even more special. A special meeting of two souls who were on top of the world and on top of their professional games.
They were on top of the world, but they were now closer than ever to holding hands on top of the world. Their business affairs were very successful; but all work and no romance leaves the richest of Manhattanites somewhat bored creatures, at times anyway. The band played soft romantic music as the two made the normal soft talk After a few glasses of wine and much small talk, it was announced that closing time had arrived for everyone. Proper business etiquette dictated that the two leave the 107th story floor with some professionalism. So they walked out with their business partners, even as they knew something special had transpired between them.
Mickey loved to read and he loved visiting the New York City Public Library. He had just sat down in a chair when he opened up the New York Times newspaper to read it. He started to read the entertainment section because he also loved watching movies. Mickey always thought that movies, especially foreign films showed him and taught him about other people’s cultures and other peoples stories that he would never experience. Movies like the "English Patient" which was famous in America, only proved his point. A movie about love and adventure. Movies provided Mickey with a legal form of escapism. He had just decided to spend a weekend night at a small tiny theater that specializes in foreign films, so he had put the paper down when he then noticed her. There she was, as comfortable as a lady could in a library chair; next to a man she had just met a few weeks ago.
Beth had sat down next to him as he was reading the New York Times newspaper. ‘I did not want to disturb you.’ Beth stated plainly. Mickey looked over to her and he realized she had made herself comfortable with him that she decided to sit down next to him without saying a single word. Mickey felt like he was already married to this lady in red. ‘Oh, you could never disturb me.’ laughed Mickey. Beth smiled as she started to read her own newspaper. Mickey started to read the business section as he peeked over at Beth, as he thought to himself. "She is just sitting here reading her newspaper with me as if she has known me all of her life. How odd!" He knew that something extraordinary was happening, but he could not figure it out. The new romantic experience seemed a bit to magical for people who usually lived for money and the world’s value of a human’s worth.
‘Do you like movies?’ asked Mickey.
‘Sure I do. Just pick one and we will make it a movie date.’ replied Beth.
So it was a date. They had made their movie plans later on in the week. The movie started in time and ended on time. Mickey held her hand as he asked her, ‘How about some coffee or tea?’
Beth held onto his hand as they walked across the street to a night dinner. Talking as they slipped the coffee away, they finished their coffee, to walk through Center Park. They sat down on a bench to hang out and relax. A full moon slowly crawled across the sky as Mickey blurted out, ‘What do you say we get married?’ Beth gently rolled her head onto Mickey’s shoulder before she answered, ‘Ok. Whenever. I thought it was a done deal when we first met. Just inform me of the wedding plans and we will make it a wedding.’
Daily life was not the same for either of them, to say the least. Finding love in the business world of this and that business deal, is a special event for any human. But still, Mickey thought that Beth knew something or felt something that he did not yet understand. Like maybe they had met in a different lifetime or something supernatural like that. He could not put his mental finger on it.
One day, Beth informed Mickey that she needed to fly out to Boston, Massachusetts and then to Los Angeles, California. Of course, Mickey knew that business was business, so he had no say in her business affairs. She was a grown and experienced business lady. Beth flew out to Boston to close one business deal before she flew out to Los Angeles, California. She had stayed in a hotel for the night before boarding United Airlines Flight 11 early in the morning. Beth had boarded many airplanes throughout her business career, but she knew that this flight was going to be a very different. After she boarded the plane, it lifted off for Los Angeles International Airport. She felt the need to call Mickey after she realized how different Flight 11 was going to be for them.
Mickey was just sitting down at his office in the North Tower. He was on the phone with the managers of the Windows On The World Restaurant. Mickey was arranging the wedding plans for their very big wedding. They had plenty of money to spend, so he thought it would be very cool if they would be married where they had met. Mickey had just called the management on his regular business phone when his cell phone buzzed. He excused himself before he answered the cell phone call. Once he realized it was Beth, he stood up and walked towards the widow. He wanted to give Beth his undivided attention.
‘What is up Beth?’
‘Something is wrong Mickey. The plane has been highjacked and we are heading towards New York instead of Los Angeles.’
Mickey stopped dead in his tracks. He informed the managers of the restaurant that Beth’s plane had been highjacked and that it was headed towards New York. Mickey then hung up his business phone so he could talk to Beth. Mickey turned on his office’s television, but the news stations had not begin covering the unknown highjacking of Flight 11 or of 175.
Mickey told his fiancee, ‘I am sure everything will be ok.’
‘I am not sure everything will be ok humanly. But I know everything in the end will be ok.’ said Beth.
Mickey thought about the window where they had first sat. He finished walking over to his office window and he sat down in the another leather chair that was closer to the window. Mickey looked out the window at the clear blue sky. His mind began racing around in circles and circles. Mickey was concerned for his would be wife, and concerned for all of the people that were all now dealing with a highjacked airplane. The uncertainty of a highjacking is bad enough, but one with your fiancee in the airplane is even worse. Mickey knew that many people would be in a state of confusion, but he was used to confusion. He had lived with confusion in many stock markets and some of his business dealings. But this was very different. He began to be stressed out.
‘Beth, how are you doing?’ he asked on his cell phone.
‘I am fine. But our airplane is still headed towards New York. It looks as if the highjackers have hurt some people.’
As Mickey looked outside his business office windows, he knew something was wrong. He asked himself why would a terrorist highjack a plane from Boston to New York? It did not make any sense. He suddenly realized that the highjacked airplanes could be used as weapons by another nation or by suicide terrorists. But why a plane and why in New York? His love filed heart was breaking as he knew that the lady he was going to marry might die in a highjacked airplane. On the other hand, maybe it was just some crazy guys who wanted a free ride to New York.
‘Beth. I am at my office and I just got off the phone with the management of the Windows On The World Restaurant. I was beginning to talk with management about our wedding and the party afterwards. No matter what happens, we will be married as soon as you arrive in New York. We can have a big wedding later and a bigger celebration too. Is that ok with you?’ asked Mickey.
‘It is ok Mickey. Everything will be ok. We have no choice. This is the way it is going to be, but I think we will be arriving in New York in about 10-15 minutes. Oh Mickey.’
‘I am not leaving Beth. I wanted to start a family and watch our grandchildren grow up in a good world. It looks like the world is changing. At least our part of the world.’
‘Oh Mickey. There are guys waving knifes or something.’
Mickey banged the table as hard as he could without breaking his hand. Mickey knew that something did not add up, but he could not figure out what it was. He knew his future wife was going to die, even though he could not put it into words. He began living in fear of the future. He had never lived in fear of life before this moment. He felt as if his whole life was about to change, although he could not figure it out. It was just a feeling, an intuition. He knew it and he knew Beth knew it.
‘Well Beth, I have never been a religious man. Do you believe in an afterlife?’asked Mickey.
‘Beth, I am looking at your picture, so stay with me. Do not hang up. I want to hear your voice talking to me.’ He tense up in his large leather chair as he looked out the window. He turned one of his computers to send out a few messages to his lawyers and friends. His fingers were moving faster than he could ever believe he could type.
‘Hey Beth. Do you believe in an afterlife?’
‘Yes Mickey, I do.’
‘So what do you think really happens when we die?’ asked Mickey.
‘Oh Mickey. Do we have to talk about this now? asked Beth.
‘What else are we going to talk about. You seem so calm Beth. Are you not afraid of dying?’
‘No. I am not afraid of dying Mickey. Because I know that there are other universes all around us. Universes that we can not see with our brain’s neurons or with our brain’s limited vision of the universe.’ said Beth.
‘What the heck are you talking about Beth?’
‘I am talking about how the whole universe seems to be solid physical of space and time to one mind, but totally spiritual to another mind. But the universe is not a physical object of material stuff. It only seems that way on earth because we are bound by earth’s gravity. Mickey, I never told you this, but I have had out of body experiences. I know that I am not going to die Mickey.’
‘What the heck is an out of body experience?’ asked a confused Mickey. Mickey’s mind was no longer thinking about the highjacked planes or even about dying.
‘Out of body experiences are when you leave your body and float in another zone of space and time. While your body remains very still, one of your other immaterial selves exits the skin and bone body to fly around this universe and other universes, only in a different form than matter.’
‘Wow Beth. I did not know you were into this supernatural stuff. What else do you know?’
‘The New Testament states that flesh and blood can not inherit the kingdom of God. So once we become aware of this, we can become more aware of our immaterial body because we value the skin and bones body less and less. Older people experience the devaluation of skin and bones more than the young people. The young people think their skin and bones are great stuff, but older people know differently. Even Jesus had to overcome his concept of a material body.’
‘So Beth, are you telling me that you are not going to die when the plane crashes?’
‘Well Mickey, the skin and bones will burn up in smoke, but the other me will live on; even though I do not know where I will go to after the transition. Mickey, I can see the New York, but I do not think that we are not headed towards an airport. Oh Mickey, this really sucks even though I know I will live on in another universe.’
Mickey kept looking out of his office’s window to find the plane. He took at a telescope he had in the office for viewing the stars at night. But he decided on using the binoculars. He picked them up and he started to visually scan the clear blue sky. Mickey moved the binoculars from side to the other side as he kept on talking to Beth on his speaker phone.
‘Hey Beth. Do you see any landmarks?'
Beth looked out the window of the airplane. She noticed the a thin dirt roads with deep forest on both sides of the dirt roads. ‘Mickey, I think that we Adirondack Mountains. You will not be able to see us yet. Mickey put down the binoculars. ‘So Beth, tell me more about what you think about death and the afterlife.’
‘Oh Mickey, do we have to do this now?’
‘Well Beth, what else are we going to do. You are in a highjacked airplane and we do not know what is going to happen. We really do not know. So I want to know what will happen just in case the worst scenario happens.’
‘Oh Mickey. I hope everything will workout, but this highjacking seems odd. They are not acting like they want to go somewhere. They are acting as if they are going to do something bad. But you know, it might help if I tell you what I know, just in case something truly bad does happen.
We live in a multi-dimensional universe, even though it is really one universe. Every dimension is connected by invisible strings and other stuff. We can not see most of the real universe with our brain, but that does not matter because our real minds are not these limited material brains we have inside our skulls. It is all a matter of perception and understanding of levels.
Our real Mind is a spiritual unlimited infinite Intelligence which is not trapped within a skull. If we think that we are just limited minds that are trapped inside a bony skull, we limit our unlimited abilities of unlimited and infinite intelligence. Our real Mind is totally spiritual and deathless, but it can connect with the brain and human mind if we humans are open to higher levels of spiritual consciousness. Our real spiritual selfhood is of the nature of a spiritual idea.
Our true spiritual selfhood is of the nature of Spirit. It is totally and only spiritual and not a material entity at all. Jesus understood this, so he could transform his body from a material body to an immaterial bodily form.
Our true spiritual selfhood is of the nature of Soul; an unchanging spiritual identity which is immortal and sinless and unchangeable. It does not need a body or sex to for pleasure, nor does it need sin for pain. That is why Jesus could forgive the prostitute. Jesus divinely saw Mary’s true spiritual and sinless selfhood instead of seeing a sexual sinner. Because our true spiritual selfhood is identical with the Infinite Principle called God, it is at-one with the whole of Being, called Life.
Since God is not a person, either in outer space nor on planet earth, it has to be a Infinite Principle with rules and laws and their demonstration. (Science and Health: by Mary Barker Eddy.) That means that limited mortal and human egos, along with our personal egotistical minds with human theories about god have nothing to do with the real God which is Life, Truth, Love. Principle demonstrates Life Truth Love; not death, evil, hate and fear. Jesus knew that he was not God, but he understood his divine Christ selfhood. His Christ-selfhood never died.
So our true spiritual selfhood is of the nature of Life; a state of isness and nowness, not living in the limited concept of space and time. Our true spiritual selfhood is eternal and could never die.
Our true spiritual selfhood is a state of divine Truth; of a divine and perfect consciousness, individual, yet always at one with the whole of Being. That destroys all mortal states of consciousness by destroying the false consciousness; by transforming and translating the false consciousness into the true spiritual consciousness. And it all goes on in the realm of mental understanding.
Our true spiritual selfhood is of the nature of Love. It is perfect and fulfilled, and at rest too. It is not hateful and fearful, nor is it a state of nothingness.
‘Wow, Beth. That is really amazing. But what has that to do with the highjacked airplane?’
‘Well Mickey. To make it quick. No matter what happens humanly, there really is more to life than what meets the eye. But I see New York now. We are not headed towards New York’s airports. The plane is headed towards Manhattan.
Mickey swung the binoculars around and he started to look northward. He saw a tiny black dot that seemed to be moving, but he did not know if it was a plane. As he kept the binoculars on the little dot, it slowly became bigger and bigger. Mickey had a gut feeling that it was the plane, but he could not be sure. Yet, he started to think about what Beth had just stated about his true spiritual selfhood. Maybe that was why he started to have different experiences in life as he grew older.
The plane started to become bigger and bigger, almost like the spiritual idea that was developing inside his consciousness. The spiritual idea was winning over the plane. ‘Beth, what are they doing?’
‘Mickey, I do not know what they are doing. They kept repeating these rambling statements that do not make sense. It looks as if it was headed towards lower Manhattan, but why would it be doing that? I do not think that they are going to land the airplane on an airfield. Mickey, are you thinking what I am thinking. Could they? No! No! No! cried Beth.
Mickey saw the black dot become an airplane, but it was too late. He laid down his binoculars as he softly whispered to Beth, ‘I love you Beth.’
‘I love you too Mickey. I hope to see you on the other side. Here is the password for us to recognize each other in the different forms. The Red Jack.’
Mickey watched as the plane turned towards the Twin Towers. He realized that he had a good life. So he raised his coffee mug up towards the sky while he said, ‘God, thanks for a good life, and for me meeting Beth. He looked towards the airplane as it flew straight towards him. It grew bigger and bigger; as if it was a giant comet from earth, instead of from the cosmic sky. Mickey quickly realized that he was going to die a very unique death. ‘Well this should be fun.’ as he watched the plane fly faster and faster towards him. Mickey’s body sweated a strange sweat as it began to became colder and colder. As the plane’s nose shattered the window glass, Mickey could feel a pull from his body.
Just a nanosecond before his skin and bones body disappeared into nothingness, Mickey felt himself floating above the World Trade Towers in a different form. He heard the words, ‘Lucky for you that you heard Beth’s mini-speech and that you died loving her more than loving money and gold.’
Mickey heard the password, ‘The Red Jack.’ as his new body bumped into Beth. He silently repeated the words, ‘The Red Jack.’ as he felt his own consciousness become lit up with a new sense of love. He saw himself turn into a shiny yellow and white light. He saw Beth turn into a shiny yellow and white light too. In a another nanosecond, the two unmarried love birds became married in their new universe; a universe of pure spiritual love.
September 11, 2001 was a not normal day for Mickey and Beth or for anyone else. I hope this story helps anyone who has to deal with the big issues of life.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Kacy's New Diet
52 Stories in 52 Weeks: ## 36 Kacy’s New Diet
By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr.'s Ambidextrous Brain + Spiritual Mind
Between the Mr. Fast Fat Food Restaurant and the Ms. Fatty Chocolate Store, stood an empty store space in a huge American mall. The mall’s owners were looking for an immediate occupant, so they were not to picky about Mr. Diet’s offer to open his Mr. Diet’s Clinic. Mr. Diet’s decision to open up his diet clinic in the middle of Mr. Fast Fat Food Restaurant and Ms. Fatty Chocolate Store was an unintended plan. But Mr. Diet thought that it was a good plan once the he had signed the mall’s rental contract.
Mr. Diet had researched many diets and diet plans to find the secret of dieting, the secret of losing weight, the secret of control the problem of eating. Mr. Diet had learned that the secret of dieting begins with the metaphysical concept that everything begins in the mind, and in the human brain; including everything we taste as food. In that process of learning about dieting, he had learned about foods from around the world. How cooks used all kinds of spices to prepare foods. People ate many foods only because they like the taste of the food. Mr. Diet had learned how many cooks had learned their own tricks of the trade of food, but also of the brain trade. Even if the old cooks did not know anything about the modern day chemistry of food, nor of the operations of the brain’s neurons, they still knew something about preparing food.
Mr. Diet opened clinic’s doors with the hope that he would be able to save a few souls from the delusional, but mesmerizing effect of certain foods, like Mr. Fast Fat Food’s food and Ms. Fatty Chocolate Store’s sugary chocolate. Opening day for Mr. Diet’s Clinic was a very slow day. Mr. Diet watched the hundreds of people walk into Mr. Fast Fat Food Restaurant and Ms. Fatty Chocolate Store to buy their fatty food and sugary chocolate. Mr. Diet watched the hundreds of people leaving Mr. Fast Fat Food Restaurant and Ms. Fatty Chocolate Store with bags and boxes and containers of food and chocolate that their brains loved to see, loved to taste, love to smell, loved to put into their mouths, loved to chew, swallow, gulp down, and to slip down into their stomachs. But, they did not love the fat.
Mr. Diet’s first customer was a hugely and overly obese lady who had just exited from the Ms. Fatty Chocolate Store with a twenty dollar box of chocolates and who had passed Mr. Diet’s Clinic to enter the Mr. Fast Fat Food Restaurant. She had bought a couple of boxes of hamburgers and fries. When she entered Mr. Diet’s Clinic, she held the boxes as tight as if they were made of gold. Mr. Diet introduced himself as Mr. Diet, as he did to everyone. The lady introduced herself as Kacy.
‘Hi, my name is Kacy. I feel like a big fat human hog. I do not know how to stop stuffing this food down my mouth. I used to be a normal size and pretty and sensible with food. But now I wish that I could lose all of this fat, along with the desire to stop eating this fat food. It is making me sick just to look at it, but I have become addicted to it. It is like this food is like drugs, and now I can not control myself. My husband has threaten to divorce me because he does not like the fat slop I have become. My doctor demands that I stop eating and start dieting because this food is damaging my body. I am spending to much money on this fast fatty food. And I feel like garbage. I am always sleepy I need more energy to help my kids with their school homework. And more important than that, I want to live long enough to watch my grandchildren grow up. And I do not want them to remember their grandmother as a big fat human sloppy hog. What am I going to do?’ Tears started flowing down Kacy’s face.
Mr. Diet had seen this reaction many times before, so he had learned how to soothe a lost soul. Mr. Diet look upon Kacy with a kind heart, because he knew some facts that she and the millions of other obese and non-obese Americans did not know about the fast fat food business. He knew that the fast food companies used food chemistry to create foods that the brain will become addicted to over the course of time. Mr. Diet reached out his hand to show Kacy a chair where she could sit down. ‘Well, Kacy, today is your lucky day. You have arrived at a special moment in your life. You want to regain control of your mind’s ability to make a decision about food. Do you know that the fast food companies want to control the neurons of your brain with the chemistry of food. They spend millions (if not more) of dollars to of research to discover which food chemistries are going to addict your brain and your body to the fast food diet. Food chemistry seems to be simple enough until the fast fat food companies use food chemistry to trap your brain and body into becoming addicted to fast fatty foods.
‘Well, what am I supposed to do? asked Kacy.
Mr. Diet responded, ‘First, you have to realize the basic psychology of food. Meaning, the simple cause and effect relationship between your brain and the human mind and the desire for food. But you have to also realize that food can be like a drug. The mind can so easily become addicted to anything; to anything like: sports, video games, gambling, shopping, drugs and beer, sex and pornographically, and yes, even food. People become addicted to many things. But we have a special machine that will help you overcome your addiction to fatty fast foods.’
‘What kind of machine do you have? asked Kacy.
‘Mr. Diet has created a special diet machine for people who really want to stop eating fast fatty foods. This machine re-programs your brain to see fat foods for what they really is.’ replied Mr. Diet. ‘And it also takes off the fat off of your body too. But it will not be easy for you, but it really works. What do you think? Do you have any questions?’
‘How much do you charge for using the machine?’ asked Kacy.
‘Well Kacy. Today is your special day. Since you are the first customer of this store opening, you will not be charged one single dine because we give away the very first brain diet program to the first customer of each Mr. Diet store; to enjoy the re-programming brain diet program for free. There is only one catch.’ said Mr. Diet.
‘What is the catch?’ asked Kacy.
‘The one catch will be that you will be completely controlled by the diet machine until it has finished its job. Once you commit, there will be no escape for you. You will be totally committed until the machine has completed its job. You also have to sign a contract of total secrecy, which means you will not discuss the machine with anyone. ’
Mr. Diet watched Kacy’s facial expressions change from a hopeless pit of depression to one of instant joyfulness. She smiled as she tried to hold back her happiness because she had wasted all of her life’s savings on Mr. Fast Fat Food’s menu and on Ms. Fatty Chocolate Store’s fatty chocolate and on many other fast fatting foods. She was also spending money on larger and larger clothes. She thought to herself that it seemed a miracle that she was the first person to walk into Mr. Diet’s Clinic.
‘OK. I will try your special machine. Can we start immediately?’ asked Kacy.
‘Sure we can.’ smiled Mr. Diet. ‘Please sign here. Thank you. Now, please step this way into the backroom.’ said Mr. Diet.
Kacy watched Mr. Diet slipped on a pair of very dark sunglasses. Kacy walked with Mr. Diet to the backroom. As they entered the backroom, the room’s orange fluorescence lights blinded Kacy’s eyes and brain. She started to stumble, but Mr. Diet caught her hand and he guided her to the diet machine’s chair. As she sat down he said, ‘You are ok now, Kacy. Have no worries.
Everything will be ok. Just put your head on this headrest and relax. You will feel nothing short of a little pinch as I slip this needle into your arm’s vein. It will help your brain to relax so the diet machine can do its job. I have to put a headset on your head, and a rubber body wrap around your body. But have no fear. Everything will work out just fine. Just fine.’
Kacy’s brain’s visual neurons were highly lit up and partly blinded by the high intensified orange fluorescent light in the room. The room’s paint was a special paint that was lit up to a bright orange by the special light bulbs that were pointed in the exact directions in the room. To top that all off, special mirrors helped to magnify the special light into Kacy’s brain. Mr. Diet’s brain was protected by the special light because of the special sunglasses he had slipped over his eyes just before he enter the special room for re-programming Kacy’s brain neurons.
In a few minutes, Kacy’s visual brain was quickly, but completely blinded by the special orange light which was created especially for re-programming the brain’s diet desires. The orange blindness lasted for only a few seconds. Mr. Diet helped Kacy as he helped place the headset on her head and then he placed her head into the special diet machine. It fitted her head completely and perfectly. He fitted the rubber body suit over her body too. ‘Can you see orange road in the picture?’
‘Sure can.’ replied Kacy.
‘Can you hear the faint and distant sound?’ asked Mr. Diet.
‘Sure can.’ replied Kacy.
‘Are you comfortable Kacy?’
‘I am very comfortable.’ replied Kacy.
‘Great. I am going to warm up the diet machine for a minute or two. Ok.’ said Mr. Diet. ‘But you will be able to hear me while you hear the program’s music and words.’ remarked Mr. Diet. ‘Plus, there will be a voice talking to you too.’
Kacy heard Mr. Diet playing around with some of the diet machine’s buttons.
‘Ok Kacy. I am going have to hand you a Mr. Fast Food's disgustingly fake hamburger and you have to be ready to take a few bites out of it when the machine begins issuing you commands. Before you start chewing that cheap fake meat called food, you will be instructed to place this tiny camera ball. You will chew with the tiny camera ball in your mouth. The diet machine will do the rest.’
A little buzz started up, causing Kacy to feel funny. Her brain began to feel fuzzy. The diet machine changed the orange road to an orange background with a picture of Kacy’s internal mouth.. "Please take the tiny ball now, but do not swallow or chew it." Kacy placed the small ball in her mouth. It felt like a piece of rubber, but she did not chew it. "Now take a very large bite out of your Mr. Fast Fat Food hamburger." Kacy opened her mouth as wide as she could and she stuffed the Mr. Fast Fat Food hamburger in her mouth.
The screen in front of her eyes lit up and she saw the Mr. Fast Fat Food hamburger in her mouth. "Now, begin softly chewing the Mr. Fast Fat Food hamburger, but be careful not to bite down on the rubber camera in your mouth. We will now begin the re-programming your brain for the diet re-programming program. If you feel sick or nauseous, do not worry. We have everything, including your brain fully under control. We will not allow your brain or your stomach to vomit."
Kacy began to worry about the whole procedure, but it was too late. She consciously felt the rubber suit around her whole body. Kacy did not know it, but the huge flexible rubber mat cold feel every part of her body, just as diet machine could sense every part of her brain. Kacy begin to chew on the fake hamburger meat, the fake bread, the fake pickle, the fake tomato ketchup, fake onions, fake everything.
As she chewed on the fake food, she watched the scene in her mouth. It looked like a big sloppy mess. Her brain started rejecting the sloppy mess it saw. As Kacy’s brain rejected the mess in her mouth, the diet machine slipped in a picture of real food being chewed; her brain and body felt better. The diet machine slipped in a picture of Kacy’s external body. Kacy’s mind rejected her body. The diet machine interjected a picture of a fatless Kacy. Kacy’s brain felt better. The diet machine interjected a picture of the fat being slowly sucked out of her body. Kacy felt numb.
The diet machine ordered Kacy to slowly swallow the chewed up food. Kacy saw the fatty food leave her mouth to slide down the her throat. She heard the sound it made. She saw the chewed up fatty food enter her stomach. The diet machined showed Kacy her inner stomach, with the chewed up food. She felt ill. Her brain and mind began again to reject the food, causing her to feel sicker than when the fake fatty food was in her mouth. There was no taste now. After a moment, the diet machine gave Kacy a new picture of real chewed up food; causing her brain and body to feel normally better. The diet machine showed Kacy a picture of her fatty body. Kacy began to feel depressed. The diet machine felt that depressed mental state, so it showed Kacy a picture of a fatless Kacy. Kacy felt happy.
The fatty food was shown to Kacy’s brain as it traveled down into her small intestine. Kacy’s brain began to reject the fatty food even more than before than before. She saw the new form it took as she began to feel even sicker than ever. The diet machine showed her a picture of real food inside her small intestine. Kacy felt better. The diet machine showed Kacy a picture of her external fatty body. She felt depressed. The machine quickly sensed her depression, so it showed her a picture of a fatless Kacy. She felt happy again. The diet machine showed Kacy the fat that it was sucking out of her body. Kacy felt number and number.
The fake food traveled to her large intestine. Kacy began to feel sicker and sicker. The diet machine showed Kacy a picture of real food in her large intestine and Kacy felt better. The diet machine again showed her a picture of a her external fatty body, only it was bigger than before she walked into the Mr. Diet Clinic. She was so depressed that she was to cry, but the diet machine quickly showed her a picture of a fatless Kacy. She was so happy she still wanted to cry. The diet machine showed Kacy the fat that was slowly being sucked out her body. She went numb again.
Next, the diet ball camera raced around Kacy’s body as it showed her all of the fat in her body, as the fat was being sucked out of her body. Kacy began to feel as sick as she possibility could feel without vomiting. The diet machine then showed her brain a picture of a pure, fatless body, both inwardly and externally. Kacy felt like a young lady all over again.
The diet machine then change its scene for Kacy. Kacy was shown a scene with yellow fat all around her body. The diet machine stuffed a tube into Kacy’s mouth. It gave some yellow fat for her to chew on. She had no choice. She had to chew it as the diet brain machine feedback-ed the fat into her mind. All she could she was chew the yellow fat. The diet machine was monitoring Kacy’s brain’s neurons and her mind in order to slow down and even stop the process if Kacy was going to suffer a heart attack or dangerous condition.
Kacy’s brain and body silently felt as if it would forever remain wrapped in a clothing of yellow fat, not to mention the seemingly internal fat that was surrounding Kacy’s internal organs. Kacy thought of an eternal prison of yellow fat from fat foods. Her brain started rejecting the diet machine’s pictures of the disgusting fat. She began to cry deep within her brain. The diet machine felt her pain and showed Kacy a good sign. The diet machine started melting the fat away from her visual brain and her memory brain, and away from her body. Kacy watched as the diet machine melted the yellow fat into a large drain. The fat slowly disappeared from every part of her body and away from her external skin. Kacy began to breath like younger person. She began to see a blue sky as the yellow fat disappeared. She began to see a different color of her skin as she felt the fat melting away into nothingness.
The diet machine took its time, as it allowed Kacy to watch the slow process of the melting fake food fat disappear into nothingness. As the diet machine melted the fake food fat into nothingness, it gave Kacy a new visions of a new life, with new clothes. Her body was becoming cleaner and cleaner from yellow fat as she watched the yellow fat slowly, but steadily drip away. She watched as every bodily organ became clean from they yellow fat. Kacy saw a new body forming, both external and internal, just as her brain’s neurons were transforming into newer and normal patterns of eating the correct foods. Kacy felt her brain’s neurons changing from one form to another form. The diet machine was transforming Kacy’s brain’s neurons into different patterns for a normal eating person. The diet machine showed Kacy herself as she was buying, cooking, and eating every fatless food possible.
The diet machine programmed Kacy’s brain with visions of fruits, nuts and beans, vegetables, low fat foods, real meats and real fish, skim milk, soups, and other healthy foods. The diet machine sent Kacy into her everyday life with a new set of clothes. After her workday was over, the diet machine sent Kacy mind into a scene with her children at a big party. Her normal body was walking around the party as a fatless body, the normal body nature intended Kacy to walk with everyday of her life.
Kacy became so exhausted by the diet machine’s visual inputs and from her emotional turmoils and torments, that she fell asleep. But the diet machine did not sleep. Minutes had already become hours. Now that the diet machine realized Kacy was sleeping, it slowly and carefully kept re-programming her brain so it would never again have the urge to buy and eat fatty food items from Mr. Fast Fat Food’s Restaurant or from Ms. Fatty Chocolate Store, or from anywhere. Kacy slept and slept. Kacy started to dream the dreams she had always dreamt before she had stepped into the Mr. Diet’s Clinic. She dreamed of walking with a light step, wearing six inch high heels, with a long black evening dress, with a gold watch around her wrist, with a diamond necklace around her neck.
Her hair was sexy longer as she walked with a strut walk that turned heads. As she walked the city's streets, men turned their heads, as did other women. She dreamed her dreams away. She saw herself walking into her doctor’s office. He had new test results and with good news. She would live a longer life, so she would watched her grandchildren grow up.
When she woke up, she was laying on a soft bed. Her clothes had been changed. Her mind woke up with a new outlook of life and a new attitude about herself. She looked into the mirror and she thought that she was still dreaming. She quickly got her act together and she took charge of her children just as she had since they were born. Her husband winked at her as he left the house for his day job. After her children were off to school, Kacy went to work. She received many complements, but she could not understand if she was dreaming about being fat or about losing the fat or if she only had a dream. She could not remember which end was up or down, or if she was ever fat in the first place.
So, she walked over to the mall. As she walked up to the Mr. Fast Fat Food Restaurant and the Ms. Fatty Chocolate Store, she noticed the store sign between them. The sign on the door read, ‘The Enough is Enough Clinic.’
Scientific American: September 2007: Special Issue: Diet, Health and the Food Supply.
DVD to rent: Super Size Me
Book to read: The Fast Food Nation. By: Eric Schlosser.
http://www.vivo.colostate.edu/hbooks/pathphys/digestion/basics/overview.html
By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr.'s Ambidextrous Brain + Spiritual Mind
Between the Mr. Fast Fat Food Restaurant and the Ms. Fatty Chocolate Store, stood an empty store space in a huge American mall. The mall’s owners were looking for an immediate occupant, so they were not to picky about Mr. Diet’s offer to open his Mr. Diet’s Clinic. Mr. Diet’s decision to open up his diet clinic in the middle of Mr. Fast Fat Food Restaurant and Ms. Fatty Chocolate Store was an unintended plan. But Mr. Diet thought that it was a good plan once the he had signed the mall’s rental contract.
Mr. Diet had researched many diets and diet plans to find the secret of dieting, the secret of losing weight, the secret of control the problem of eating. Mr. Diet had learned that the secret of dieting begins with the metaphysical concept that everything begins in the mind, and in the human brain; including everything we taste as food. In that process of learning about dieting, he had learned about foods from around the world. How cooks used all kinds of spices to prepare foods. People ate many foods only because they like the taste of the food. Mr. Diet had learned how many cooks had learned their own tricks of the trade of food, but also of the brain trade. Even if the old cooks did not know anything about the modern day chemistry of food, nor of the operations of the brain’s neurons, they still knew something about preparing food.
Mr. Diet opened clinic’s doors with the hope that he would be able to save a few souls from the delusional, but mesmerizing effect of certain foods, like Mr. Fast Fat Food’s food and Ms. Fatty Chocolate Store’s sugary chocolate. Opening day for Mr. Diet’s Clinic was a very slow day. Mr. Diet watched the hundreds of people walk into Mr. Fast Fat Food Restaurant and Ms. Fatty Chocolate Store to buy their fatty food and sugary chocolate. Mr. Diet watched the hundreds of people leaving Mr. Fast Fat Food Restaurant and Ms. Fatty Chocolate Store with bags and boxes and containers of food and chocolate that their brains loved to see, loved to taste, love to smell, loved to put into their mouths, loved to chew, swallow, gulp down, and to slip down into their stomachs. But, they did not love the fat.
Mr. Diet’s first customer was a hugely and overly obese lady who had just exited from the Ms. Fatty Chocolate Store with a twenty dollar box of chocolates and who had passed Mr. Diet’s Clinic to enter the Mr. Fast Fat Food Restaurant. She had bought a couple of boxes of hamburgers and fries. When she entered Mr. Diet’s Clinic, she held the boxes as tight as if they were made of gold. Mr. Diet introduced himself as Mr. Diet, as he did to everyone. The lady introduced herself as Kacy.
‘Hi, my name is Kacy. I feel like a big fat human hog. I do not know how to stop stuffing this food down my mouth. I used to be a normal size and pretty and sensible with food. But now I wish that I could lose all of this fat, along with the desire to stop eating this fat food. It is making me sick just to look at it, but I have become addicted to it. It is like this food is like drugs, and now I can not control myself. My husband has threaten to divorce me because he does not like the fat slop I have become. My doctor demands that I stop eating and start dieting because this food is damaging my body. I am spending to much money on this fast fatty food. And I feel like garbage. I am always sleepy I need more energy to help my kids with their school homework. And more important than that, I want to live long enough to watch my grandchildren grow up. And I do not want them to remember their grandmother as a big fat human sloppy hog. What am I going to do?’ Tears started flowing down Kacy’s face.
Mr. Diet had seen this reaction many times before, so he had learned how to soothe a lost soul. Mr. Diet look upon Kacy with a kind heart, because he knew some facts that she and the millions of other obese and non-obese Americans did not know about the fast fat food business. He knew that the fast food companies used food chemistry to create foods that the brain will become addicted to over the course of time. Mr. Diet reached out his hand to show Kacy a chair where she could sit down. ‘Well, Kacy, today is your lucky day. You have arrived at a special moment in your life. You want to regain control of your mind’s ability to make a decision about food. Do you know that the fast food companies want to control the neurons of your brain with the chemistry of food. They spend millions (if not more) of dollars to of research to discover which food chemistries are going to addict your brain and your body to the fast food diet. Food chemistry seems to be simple enough until the fast fat food companies use food chemistry to trap your brain and body into becoming addicted to fast fatty foods.
‘Well, what am I supposed to do? asked Kacy.
Mr. Diet responded, ‘First, you have to realize the basic psychology of food. Meaning, the simple cause and effect relationship between your brain and the human mind and the desire for food. But you have to also realize that food can be like a drug. The mind can so easily become addicted to anything; to anything like: sports, video games, gambling, shopping, drugs and beer, sex and pornographically, and yes, even food. People become addicted to many things. But we have a special machine that will help you overcome your addiction to fatty fast foods.’
‘What kind of machine do you have? asked Kacy.
‘Mr. Diet has created a special diet machine for people who really want to stop eating fast fatty foods. This machine re-programs your brain to see fat foods for what they really is.’ replied Mr. Diet. ‘And it also takes off the fat off of your body too. But it will not be easy for you, but it really works. What do you think? Do you have any questions?’
‘How much do you charge for using the machine?’ asked Kacy.
‘Well Kacy. Today is your special day. Since you are the first customer of this store opening, you will not be charged one single dine because we give away the very first brain diet program to the first customer of each Mr. Diet store; to enjoy the re-programming brain diet program for free. There is only one catch.’ said Mr. Diet.
‘What is the catch?’ asked Kacy.
‘The one catch will be that you will be completely controlled by the diet machine until it has finished its job. Once you commit, there will be no escape for you. You will be totally committed until the machine has completed its job. You also have to sign a contract of total secrecy, which means you will not discuss the machine with anyone. ’
Mr. Diet watched Kacy’s facial expressions change from a hopeless pit of depression to one of instant joyfulness. She smiled as she tried to hold back her happiness because she had wasted all of her life’s savings on Mr. Fast Fat Food’s menu and on Ms. Fatty Chocolate Store’s fatty chocolate and on many other fast fatting foods. She was also spending money on larger and larger clothes. She thought to herself that it seemed a miracle that she was the first person to walk into Mr. Diet’s Clinic.
‘OK. I will try your special machine. Can we start immediately?’ asked Kacy.
‘Sure we can.’ smiled Mr. Diet. ‘Please sign here. Thank you. Now, please step this way into the backroom.’ said Mr. Diet.
Kacy watched Mr. Diet slipped on a pair of very dark sunglasses. Kacy walked with Mr. Diet to the backroom. As they entered the backroom, the room’s orange fluorescence lights blinded Kacy’s eyes and brain. She started to stumble, but Mr. Diet caught her hand and he guided her to the diet machine’s chair. As she sat down he said, ‘You are ok now, Kacy. Have no worries.
Everything will be ok. Just put your head on this headrest and relax. You will feel nothing short of a little pinch as I slip this needle into your arm’s vein. It will help your brain to relax so the diet machine can do its job. I have to put a headset on your head, and a rubber body wrap around your body. But have no fear. Everything will work out just fine. Just fine.’
Kacy’s brain’s visual neurons were highly lit up and partly blinded by the high intensified orange fluorescent light in the room. The room’s paint was a special paint that was lit up to a bright orange by the special light bulbs that were pointed in the exact directions in the room. To top that all off, special mirrors helped to magnify the special light into Kacy’s brain. Mr. Diet’s brain was protected by the special light because of the special sunglasses he had slipped over his eyes just before he enter the special room for re-programming Kacy’s brain neurons.
In a few minutes, Kacy’s visual brain was quickly, but completely blinded by the special orange light which was created especially for re-programming the brain’s diet desires. The orange blindness lasted for only a few seconds. Mr. Diet helped Kacy as he helped place the headset on her head and then he placed her head into the special diet machine. It fitted her head completely and perfectly. He fitted the rubber body suit over her body too. ‘Can you see orange road in the picture?’
‘Sure can.’ replied Kacy.
‘Can you hear the faint and distant sound?’ asked Mr. Diet.
‘Sure can.’ replied Kacy.
‘Are you comfortable Kacy?’
‘I am very comfortable.’ replied Kacy.
‘Great. I am going to warm up the diet machine for a minute or two. Ok.’ said Mr. Diet. ‘But you will be able to hear me while you hear the program’s music and words.’ remarked Mr. Diet. ‘Plus, there will be a voice talking to you too.’
Kacy heard Mr. Diet playing around with some of the diet machine’s buttons.
‘Ok Kacy. I am going have to hand you a Mr. Fast Food's disgustingly fake hamburger and you have to be ready to take a few bites out of it when the machine begins issuing you commands. Before you start chewing that cheap fake meat called food, you will be instructed to place this tiny camera ball. You will chew with the tiny camera ball in your mouth. The diet machine will do the rest.’
A little buzz started up, causing Kacy to feel funny. Her brain began to feel fuzzy. The diet machine changed the orange road to an orange background with a picture of Kacy’s internal mouth.. "Please take the tiny ball now, but do not swallow or chew it." Kacy placed the small ball in her mouth. It felt like a piece of rubber, but she did not chew it. "Now take a very large bite out of your Mr. Fast Fat Food hamburger." Kacy opened her mouth as wide as she could and she stuffed the Mr. Fast Fat Food hamburger in her mouth.
The screen in front of her eyes lit up and she saw the Mr. Fast Fat Food hamburger in her mouth. "Now, begin softly chewing the Mr. Fast Fat Food hamburger, but be careful not to bite down on the rubber camera in your mouth. We will now begin the re-programming your brain for the diet re-programming program. If you feel sick or nauseous, do not worry. We have everything, including your brain fully under control. We will not allow your brain or your stomach to vomit."
Kacy began to worry about the whole procedure, but it was too late. She consciously felt the rubber suit around her whole body. Kacy did not know it, but the huge flexible rubber mat cold feel every part of her body, just as diet machine could sense every part of her brain. Kacy begin to chew on the fake hamburger meat, the fake bread, the fake pickle, the fake tomato ketchup, fake onions, fake everything.
As she chewed on the fake food, she watched the scene in her mouth. It looked like a big sloppy mess. Her brain started rejecting the sloppy mess it saw. As Kacy’s brain rejected the mess in her mouth, the diet machine slipped in a picture of real food being chewed; her brain and body felt better. The diet machine slipped in a picture of Kacy’s external body. Kacy’s mind rejected her body. The diet machine interjected a picture of a fatless Kacy. Kacy’s brain felt better. The diet machine interjected a picture of the fat being slowly sucked out of her body. Kacy felt numb.
The diet machine ordered Kacy to slowly swallow the chewed up food. Kacy saw the fatty food leave her mouth to slide down the her throat. She heard the sound it made. She saw the chewed up fatty food enter her stomach. The diet machined showed Kacy her inner stomach, with the chewed up food. She felt ill. Her brain and mind began again to reject the food, causing her to feel sicker than when the fake fatty food was in her mouth. There was no taste now. After a moment, the diet machine gave Kacy a new picture of real chewed up food; causing her brain and body to feel normally better. The diet machine showed Kacy a picture of her fatty body. Kacy began to feel depressed. The diet machine felt that depressed mental state, so it showed Kacy a picture of a fatless Kacy. Kacy felt happy.
The fatty food was shown to Kacy’s brain as it traveled down into her small intestine. Kacy’s brain began to reject the fatty food even more than before than before. She saw the new form it took as she began to feel even sicker than ever. The diet machine showed her a picture of real food inside her small intestine. Kacy felt better. The diet machine showed Kacy a picture of her external fatty body. She felt depressed. The machine quickly sensed her depression, so it showed her a picture of a fatless Kacy. She felt happy again. The diet machine showed Kacy the fat that it was sucking out of her body. Kacy felt number and number.
The fake food traveled to her large intestine. Kacy began to feel sicker and sicker. The diet machine showed Kacy a picture of real food in her large intestine and Kacy felt better. The diet machine again showed her a picture of a her external fatty body, only it was bigger than before she walked into the Mr. Diet Clinic. She was so depressed that she was to cry, but the diet machine quickly showed her a picture of a fatless Kacy. She was so happy she still wanted to cry. The diet machine showed Kacy the fat that was slowly being sucked out her body. She went numb again.
Next, the diet ball camera raced around Kacy’s body as it showed her all of the fat in her body, as the fat was being sucked out of her body. Kacy began to feel as sick as she possibility could feel without vomiting. The diet machine then showed her brain a picture of a pure, fatless body, both inwardly and externally. Kacy felt like a young lady all over again.
The diet machine then change its scene for Kacy. Kacy was shown a scene with yellow fat all around her body. The diet machine stuffed a tube into Kacy’s mouth. It gave some yellow fat for her to chew on. She had no choice. She had to chew it as the diet brain machine feedback-ed the fat into her mind. All she could she was chew the yellow fat. The diet machine was monitoring Kacy’s brain’s neurons and her mind in order to slow down and even stop the process if Kacy was going to suffer a heart attack or dangerous condition.
Kacy’s brain and body silently felt as if it would forever remain wrapped in a clothing of yellow fat, not to mention the seemingly internal fat that was surrounding Kacy’s internal organs. Kacy thought of an eternal prison of yellow fat from fat foods. Her brain started rejecting the diet machine’s pictures of the disgusting fat. She began to cry deep within her brain. The diet machine felt her pain and showed Kacy a good sign. The diet machine started melting the fat away from her visual brain and her memory brain, and away from her body. Kacy watched as the diet machine melted the yellow fat into a large drain. The fat slowly disappeared from every part of her body and away from her external skin. Kacy began to breath like younger person. She began to see a blue sky as the yellow fat disappeared. She began to see a different color of her skin as she felt the fat melting away into nothingness.
The diet machine took its time, as it allowed Kacy to watch the slow process of the melting fake food fat disappear into nothingness. As the diet machine melted the fake food fat into nothingness, it gave Kacy a new visions of a new life, with new clothes. Her body was becoming cleaner and cleaner from yellow fat as she watched the yellow fat slowly, but steadily drip away. She watched as every bodily organ became clean from they yellow fat. Kacy saw a new body forming, both external and internal, just as her brain’s neurons were transforming into newer and normal patterns of eating the correct foods. Kacy felt her brain’s neurons changing from one form to another form. The diet machine was transforming Kacy’s brain’s neurons into different patterns for a normal eating person. The diet machine showed Kacy herself as she was buying, cooking, and eating every fatless food possible.
The diet machine programmed Kacy’s brain with visions of fruits, nuts and beans, vegetables, low fat foods, real meats and real fish, skim milk, soups, and other healthy foods. The diet machine sent Kacy into her everyday life with a new set of clothes. After her workday was over, the diet machine sent Kacy mind into a scene with her children at a big party. Her normal body was walking around the party as a fatless body, the normal body nature intended Kacy to walk with everyday of her life.
Kacy became so exhausted by the diet machine’s visual inputs and from her emotional turmoils and torments, that she fell asleep. But the diet machine did not sleep. Minutes had already become hours. Now that the diet machine realized Kacy was sleeping, it slowly and carefully kept re-programming her brain so it would never again have the urge to buy and eat fatty food items from Mr. Fast Fat Food’s Restaurant or from Ms. Fatty Chocolate Store, or from anywhere. Kacy slept and slept. Kacy started to dream the dreams she had always dreamt before she had stepped into the Mr. Diet’s Clinic. She dreamed of walking with a light step, wearing six inch high heels, with a long black evening dress, with a gold watch around her wrist, with a diamond necklace around her neck.
Her hair was sexy longer as she walked with a strut walk that turned heads. As she walked the city's streets, men turned their heads, as did other women. She dreamed her dreams away. She saw herself walking into her doctor’s office. He had new test results and with good news. She would live a longer life, so she would watched her grandchildren grow up.
When she woke up, she was laying on a soft bed. Her clothes had been changed. Her mind woke up with a new outlook of life and a new attitude about herself. She looked into the mirror and she thought that she was still dreaming. She quickly got her act together and she took charge of her children just as she had since they were born. Her husband winked at her as he left the house for his day job. After her children were off to school, Kacy went to work. She received many complements, but she could not understand if she was dreaming about being fat or about losing the fat or if she only had a dream. She could not remember which end was up or down, or if she was ever fat in the first place.
So, she walked over to the mall. As she walked up to the Mr. Fast Fat Food Restaurant and the Ms. Fatty Chocolate Store, she noticed the store sign between them. The sign on the door read, ‘The Enough is Enough Clinic.’
Scientific American: September 2007: Special Issue: Diet, Health and the Food Supply.
DVD to rent: Super Size Me
Book to read: The Fast Food Nation. By: Eric Schlosser.
http://www.vivo.colostate.edu/hbooks/pathphys/digestion/basics/overview.html
Sunday, September 2, 2007
Jane Meets Mr. Motivator (a message to all high school students and their parents)
52 Stories in 52 Weeks: ## 35 Jane Meets Mr. Motivator
By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr.'s Ambidextrous Brain + Spiritual Mind.
A week before the new school year started, and fifteen year old Jane calmly sat on a park bench, with a boyfriend. Jane was just like millions of other young ladies who knew that their last days of summer vacation was almost over, and who did not want to go back to highschool or any school whatsoever. Jane was a very bored young lady who had not read a single book all summer. But if she had read a few good books, she would not have been so bored with her summer vacation. She knew that she had the freedom to read anything she liked, but she also knew that she had the freedom not to read a single book. Jane choose to not read a single book during her lazy days of summer boredom.
Yet, she knew that her freedom to not look at a book, hold a book, of turning the pages of a book, of even looking at the pictures inside a book would soon be ending. She had watched her little bother read the simple comic books. Her little bother made the process look simple. He held the comic book in his hand, he opened the book, and he started from page one. He then looked at the pictures and read the few sentences in each comic block. It looked simple enough to do, yet she was not inspired to read a single book regarding the hundreds of subjects in and of the world.
Nevertheless, she knew that her free time summer vacation was ending soon. She knew that she would have to carry books just to look like a normal student, just to fit in with her peers, her fellow students. She knew that she would have to hold books, and turn the pages, and read the words, and obtain concepts to make her mind stronger and more prepared for the her last day of high school, a day when she have all of the freedom in the world to find a job and work for money. But her hear just was on into studying, into learning, into become smarter, or even about her future after high school.
Fifteen year old Jane sat lazily on the park bench, just counting away the seconds, the minutes, the hours, the last few days of not holding a book, a pen or pencil, of doing the math homework, of reading assigned material, of writing essays, of listening to teachers who had dedicated their lives and their free time to teach her topics that were important for her future intellectual development; but also to prepare Jane for the tough dog eat dog world of employment; for that life which existed forever after high school. Four years of high school seemed like an eternity when is seems as if high school life would last forever. But four years is not eternity.
Jane silently sat on the bench, seemingly waiting for some kind of motivation, some inspiration to jump start her brain’s neurons into the new school year, to spark the magic of learning.
Maybe an angel would motivate her into studying like her future depended on it; which as a matter of fact, it did.
Lucky for Jane, Mr. Motivator just happened to be riding his bike around the lake. Mr. Motivator had just finished talking to a ten year boy who loved math, spoke three different languages, and he could converse with Mr. Motivator like a mature, intelligent, grownup. Mr. Motivator was really impressed with the ten year old boy. The boy was really excited about going back to school because his brain and mind had been inspired by others to learn all that he could learn. The boy did not need motivational words or a motivation speech from Mr. Motivator. So Mr. Motivator rode his bike with a happy heart because he had met a young man who had learned to use his mind, as his mind was intended to be used. He had realized that he loved studying math while only ten years old. What a grand ten year old boy.
Mr. Motivator’s spirit was happy for only thirty seconds, when he noticed two young people on a park bench. For some reason, he blurted out to himself, ‘A mile and a half jog, a four mile bike ride, and another mile and half mile jog. Lets try it.’ (Mr. Motivator kept in physical shape too.) The two young people must have thought that he was talking to them because he heard some vague mumbling words. Mr. Motivator did a U-turn on his mountain bike, ‘What did you say?’
‘I said I wish I could do that?’
‘Do what?’ asked Mr. Motivator.
‘I wish I could exercise like that.’
‘You can always begin by walking first.’ said Mr. Motivator.
‘Yea, but that might take to much work.’
‘What is your name?’ asked Mr. Motivator.
‘My name is Jane. What is your name?’
‘My name is Mr. Motivator.’ replied Mr. Motivator.
‘You have to be kidding.’ said Jane.
‘Well, it looks like you need some motivation.’
‘So, what are you doing with your life?’ asked Mr. Motivator.
‘I am going back to school in a few days, next week.’
‘I bet you are happy about that.’ replied Mr. Motivator. Mr. Motivator knew that was a really dumb question.
‘Not really happy at all. I do not like studying. I am going to be a freshman in high school this year. My first year of high school. I want to be a fashion / clothes designer when I get out of high school.’
‘So you want to be a fashion clothes designer? But you do not want to study.’ questioned Mr. Motivator.
‘Do you want to work for someone else, or do you want to own your own company?’
‘I do not know, but probably own my own company.’ answered Jane.
Mr. Motivator’s mind begin turning over every possibility question to poke at her dislike of studying. Lets see how long it took for Mr. Motivator to inspire Jane with a desire to learn everything she might need for her future after high school. Everything she might need to operate and manage a successful company, or even if she was working for an employer as a fashion clothes designer. What might Jane need to know to design fashion clothes and / or run her own designer company?
Mr. Motivator looked out into the crowds of the tens of thousands of freshman high school students who had not asked those questions. That is, what they wanted to do after their last day of high school. But more importantly, why they were in high school in the first place, that is to study and learn everything they could while they were in high school. He saw the tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands or more of students whose parents never asked them, ‘So, what are you planning on doing after high school? How are you grades? How was your day? Bring your friend over so we (parents) can meet them. Are you having any problems you want to talk about. What are the names of your teachers so we (parents) can meet with them.
Mr. Motivator asked Jane, ‘So what do your parents do?’
‘I was adopted.’ answered Jane.
Mr. Motivator’s voice was instantly silenced, while his mind pondered what it must be like to be adopted by two strange people and then to pretend they are your parents. Mr. Motivator eye’s pierced into the soul of the young lady named Jane. He saw an empty void which fill her soul, but he realized that he possessed only a few moments at best to fill her mind with the important ideas; questions and answers that all parents should be explaining to their kids, to change the outcome of their futures. Mr. Motivator thought Jane must have been his special assignment for the day.
‘So, what do you know about designing clothes or owning your own business? asked Mr. Motivator.
‘Nothing at all. I just like looking at clothes and I am going to design them when I finish high school. said Jane.
‘Are you going to study in those four years of high school to prepare yourself for your dream.’
‘What is there to study? They are just clothes.’ stated Jane.
Mr. Motivator knew that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity for him to motivate the young lady Jane to become serious about her high school years. He decided to write it as a motivational story for all high school students who think that studying in high school is a waste of time.
‘So what do you know about the business world and the fashion / designing world?’
‘Nothing.’ replied Jane.
‘Oh, so you know nothing of running a business, or the laws of economics, or of employee managerial skills or management in general. Do you know that you could gain some of this knowledge in a high school business courses and economics courses? Maybe there is a small business course at your highschool.’
Jane face began to twitch a little as she answered, a low voiced, ‘Maybe.’
Mr. Motivator asked Jane, ‘What do you know of office politics and the politics of the
international world of fashion clothes designers and other players in the fashion business?’
‘I do not know a thing about fashion politics. Why would I need to know a thing about politics?’
Mr. Motivator stated, ‘Because all business is politics, especially if you own your own business. But that is something you will learn later, probably after high school; unless you asked your high school teachers about office politics and business politics.’
‘How about the history of designing fashion clothes.’ asked Mr. Motivator.
‘Nothing.’ replied Jane.
‘What about math? So you can learn how to measure cloth and numbers for drawing.’
‘I do not like math.’ said Jane.
‘But without math, you will not be able to measure the cloth to cut it correctly or to draw on paper or on the computer. I bet you like to look at fashion pictures. What do you know of photography?
‘Well, I do not even own a camera.’ replied Jane.
‘So you do not know how to take pictures of the female and male models who will be wearing your new clothing designs? I bet you can join a photography club in high school.’ said Mr. Motivator. ‘What about business law.’ asked Mr. Motivator.
‘Nothing.’ replied Jane.
‘You know that you can probably take a beginning business law course in high school?’
Jane face began to become worried as she said, ‘Do I have to know law too?’
‘Well you do now, at least some basics.’ answered Mr. Motivator.
‘What about the world of adverting and marketing. What do you know about adverting and marketing?’ asked Mr. Motivator.
Jane looked towards the green grass before she answered, ‘Nothing at all.’
But you see Jane, you can learn everything you need to learn to design clothes and to manage your own company, but you need to start in high school, before you enter and complete college and then enter the business world. But now is the time to start working on your dreams; not later. High school is the place where you begin your academic record for employers to see your intellectual development. But more important than that, you will build up self-confidence within your own mind. Self-confidence is something books can not teach you. You teach yourself self-confidence by achieving the seemingly impossible goals like becoming a real student. Do you realize that there are millions of kids around the world who do not have a high school to go to?’
‘I guess you are correct.’ stated Jane.
‘What about art and drawing.? Do you plan on taking drawing classes in high school or do you plan on learning how to draw on your own? Have you taken a drawing course?’ asked Mr. Motivator.
Jane looked up to the sky as she replied, ‘Nope; no drawing classes for me.’
‘How do you think clothes designers usually put their new clothes designs on paper?’
‘By drawing?’ guessed Jane.
‘Do you know that they probably offer drawing and art classes in high school. But if they do not offer drawing and art classes, you can borrow drawing books at the library or buy them at book stores. Used book stores sell art books cheaper than the new books stores.
’I do not know how to draw. But maybe I should learn to draw. I guess I might have too.’
‘And how about drawing on the computer. Are you planning to take courses dealing with computer drawing, commonly called computer graphics and CAD, or digital drawing?’
Jane’s face began to become confused with the concept of complex drawing with a machines and software on a computer before she answered, ‘Drawing on a computer. They do that now?’
‘Do you subscribe to fashion magazines and do you know the major fashion designers around the world?’ asked Mr. Motivator.
‘No.’ was all Jane could respond.
‘What about color theory?’ asked Mr. Motivator.
Jane’s facial smile turned downward into a grim, before she replied with, ‘Color theory? And why would I have to know about colors and color theory?’
Mr. Motivator looked out towards the colorful park and he that knew he was going to have some fun being Mr. Motivator. It was almost the magical show time for Mr. Motivator. To use his magical finger to prove his point about color theory; but first, some more questions for Jane. ‘So you do not know about the primary colors and the secondary colors? And how to mix and blend colors? Oh boy, you do not know what you are missing. Think of all the great painters who painted with oils. Do you think they worked with colors?’
Jane replied sadly with, ‘What are primary and secondary colors? I thought all colors were equal.’
Mr. Motivator looked out towards the light brown tan mountain, the blue sky, the green grass, the brown trees. Mr. Motivator decided to play a game with Jane.
‘So, you think understanding color is not important? Do you mind if we play a little color game?’
‘A color game’ said Jane.
‘Well, we can call this, ‘The Supernatural Color Game.’ created by the Cosmic Creator, but used by Mr. Motivator, a supernatural motivator.
Mr. Motivator looked out to the scene before him and he said to Jane, ‘The whole of nature is filled with colors. Colors that seem so exact that they fit into their proper place wherever they are located. But colors also fit into the fashion world too. Say, what would happen if we switched the colors around; say, moved a few colors around, just for the fun of it. Lets make the mountain the sky blue and make the sky the mountain’s light tan brown. Let me make the grass sun yellow and the sun grass green. Let me make the clouds tree brown and make the trees cloud white. Mr. Motivator swung his arm in a half circle, and presto; the mountain was sky blue and the sky was mountain tan light brown. The grass turned yellow and the sun turned grass green. The clouds became tree brown and the trees became cloud white.
Jane rubbed her eyes. ‘How did you do that?’asked Jane.
Mr. Motivator laughed out loud, ‘That is not important. Lets pretend that the colors changed only within your mind; that externally, everything is normal to everyone else. ‘But what do you think?’
‘What do I think about what? asked Jane. ‘How did you change the colors of the park?’
‘Lets call them, supernatural colors. They are temporally under my command to prove a point. It seems you need some inspiration to study in high school. It seems as if you think you are going to be a fashion clothing designer without studying many subjects and working hard at learning about many topics, but especially color theory. But I am here to inform you that is impossible. You have four years of high school where you can study many subjects to prepare you for college; for any career choice you will make. But now is the time to prepare for your life after high school. Now, back to the changed colors. What do you think?’ Mr. Motivator was rolling.
‘I think they are very strange.’ said Jane.
Mr. Motivator said, ‘Ok, let all color return back to normal. Now what do you think?
‘It is better, but why are you doing this?’ asked Jane.
Mr. Motivator responded, ‘I do not have enough time to explain color theory to you. So, I am just trying to force you to think about the wonderful world of colors. I have an ideal You tell me what colors you want everything to be and I will supernaturally paint the scene. What do you think about that?’
‘I think you are a trip.’ said a scary Jane.
Mr. Motivator said, ‘Ok, forget that idea. But when you start an art class or a class for designing fashion clothes, you will eventually be forced to learn about colors and how to apply color in pencil, paint, and on the computer. ‘Let the sky and the mountain be back to normal.’ He swung his hand in a half circle and everything was back to normal. ‘Lets play a new game. See that lady walking this way. Lets change the colors of her clothes. You can pick any colors you want and I will color the clothes for you. But you have to think about the colors and how they work with each other. What makes color sense and what is just color crazy. And more importantly, what mixes and matches of colors are people going to love to wear, to spend money on. Do you think that fashion clothes designers ignore the colors of clothes?’
Jane sat on the bench. She was silent. She was thinking. She was obviously in shock, but she seeing the light! And the colors! She began to open her mouth, but she questionably starred at Mr. Motivator’s finger. His finger was pointed straight out, as if was a color pencil or a paint brush. He was waiting to take his finger to dip it into the invisible paint cans to paint the clothes. Jane was getting the message. She would have to learn to think about: business, money, management, math, advertising, photography, drawing, art, fashion politics, the fashion world, and many other topics before she could design a single outfit and sell it to the world. Oh yes, she would have to learn to be a saleslady too. So she would have to learn great communication skills to top everything off; like a red cherry on top of an ice cream sundae.
Mr. Motivator knew something about a sales pitch, and how to close the deal. His time was up. He reached out to shake Jane’s hand. ‘Hey, Jane. Do we have a deal?’
‘What deal is that?’ asked Jane.
‘That when you return to school to start your first year of high school, that you are going to learn as much as you can before you start college?’
Jane reached out her hand before she answered, ‘Sure, Mr. Motivator, Sure. We have a deal. I will study as if my future depends on learning as much as I can about everything.’
Mr. Motivator rode off into the sunset without saying a single word because he knew that he had just changed the course of history for one single person. Mr. Motivator hopes all parents would send this week's message to their children before it is to late.
By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr.'s Ambidextrous Brain + Spiritual Mind.
A week before the new school year started, and fifteen year old Jane calmly sat on a park bench, with a boyfriend. Jane was just like millions of other young ladies who knew that their last days of summer vacation was almost over, and who did not want to go back to highschool or any school whatsoever. Jane was a very bored young lady who had not read a single book all summer. But if she had read a few good books, she would not have been so bored with her summer vacation. She knew that she had the freedom to read anything she liked, but she also knew that she had the freedom not to read a single book. Jane choose to not read a single book during her lazy days of summer boredom.
Yet, she knew that her freedom to not look at a book, hold a book, of turning the pages of a book, of even looking at the pictures inside a book would soon be ending. She had watched her little bother read the simple comic books. Her little bother made the process look simple. He held the comic book in his hand, he opened the book, and he started from page one. He then looked at the pictures and read the few sentences in each comic block. It looked simple enough to do, yet she was not inspired to read a single book regarding the hundreds of subjects in and of the world.
Nevertheless, she knew that her free time summer vacation was ending soon. She knew that she would have to carry books just to look like a normal student, just to fit in with her peers, her fellow students. She knew that she would have to hold books, and turn the pages, and read the words, and obtain concepts to make her mind stronger and more prepared for the her last day of high school, a day when she have all of the freedom in the world to find a job and work for money. But her hear just was on into studying, into learning, into become smarter, or even about her future after high school.
Fifteen year old Jane sat lazily on the park bench, just counting away the seconds, the minutes, the hours, the last few days of not holding a book, a pen or pencil, of doing the math homework, of reading assigned material, of writing essays, of listening to teachers who had dedicated their lives and their free time to teach her topics that were important for her future intellectual development; but also to prepare Jane for the tough dog eat dog world of employment; for that life which existed forever after high school. Four years of high school seemed like an eternity when is seems as if high school life would last forever. But four years is not eternity.
Jane silently sat on the bench, seemingly waiting for some kind of motivation, some inspiration to jump start her brain’s neurons into the new school year, to spark the magic of learning.
Maybe an angel would motivate her into studying like her future depended on it; which as a matter of fact, it did.
Lucky for Jane, Mr. Motivator just happened to be riding his bike around the lake. Mr. Motivator had just finished talking to a ten year boy who loved math, spoke three different languages, and he could converse with Mr. Motivator like a mature, intelligent, grownup. Mr. Motivator was really impressed with the ten year old boy. The boy was really excited about going back to school because his brain and mind had been inspired by others to learn all that he could learn. The boy did not need motivational words or a motivation speech from Mr. Motivator. So Mr. Motivator rode his bike with a happy heart because he had met a young man who had learned to use his mind, as his mind was intended to be used. He had realized that he loved studying math while only ten years old. What a grand ten year old boy.
Mr. Motivator’s spirit was happy for only thirty seconds, when he noticed two young people on a park bench. For some reason, he blurted out to himself, ‘A mile and a half jog, a four mile bike ride, and another mile and half mile jog. Lets try it.’ (Mr. Motivator kept in physical shape too.) The two young people must have thought that he was talking to them because he heard some vague mumbling words. Mr. Motivator did a U-turn on his mountain bike, ‘What did you say?’
‘I said I wish I could do that?’
‘Do what?’ asked Mr. Motivator.
‘I wish I could exercise like that.’
‘You can always begin by walking first.’ said Mr. Motivator.
‘Yea, but that might take to much work.’
‘What is your name?’ asked Mr. Motivator.
‘My name is Jane. What is your name?’
‘My name is Mr. Motivator.’ replied Mr. Motivator.
‘You have to be kidding.’ said Jane.
‘Well, it looks like you need some motivation.’
‘So, what are you doing with your life?’ asked Mr. Motivator.
‘I am going back to school in a few days, next week.’
‘I bet you are happy about that.’ replied Mr. Motivator. Mr. Motivator knew that was a really dumb question.
‘Not really happy at all. I do not like studying. I am going to be a freshman in high school this year. My first year of high school. I want to be a fashion / clothes designer when I get out of high school.’
‘So you want to be a fashion clothes designer? But you do not want to study.’ questioned Mr. Motivator.
‘Do you want to work for someone else, or do you want to own your own company?’
‘I do not know, but probably own my own company.’ answered Jane.
Mr. Motivator’s mind begin turning over every possibility question to poke at her dislike of studying. Lets see how long it took for Mr. Motivator to inspire Jane with a desire to learn everything she might need for her future after high school. Everything she might need to operate and manage a successful company, or even if she was working for an employer as a fashion clothes designer. What might Jane need to know to design fashion clothes and / or run her own designer company?
Mr. Motivator looked out into the crowds of the tens of thousands of freshman high school students who had not asked those questions. That is, what they wanted to do after their last day of high school. But more importantly, why they were in high school in the first place, that is to study and learn everything they could while they were in high school. He saw the tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands or more of students whose parents never asked them, ‘So, what are you planning on doing after high school? How are you grades? How was your day? Bring your friend over so we (parents) can meet them. Are you having any problems you want to talk about. What are the names of your teachers so we (parents) can meet with them.
Mr. Motivator asked Jane, ‘So what do your parents do?’
‘I was adopted.’ answered Jane.
Mr. Motivator’s voice was instantly silenced, while his mind pondered what it must be like to be adopted by two strange people and then to pretend they are your parents. Mr. Motivator eye’s pierced into the soul of the young lady named Jane. He saw an empty void which fill her soul, but he realized that he possessed only a few moments at best to fill her mind with the important ideas; questions and answers that all parents should be explaining to their kids, to change the outcome of their futures. Mr. Motivator thought Jane must have been his special assignment for the day.
‘So, what do you know about designing clothes or owning your own business? asked Mr. Motivator.
‘Nothing at all. I just like looking at clothes and I am going to design them when I finish high school. said Jane.
‘Are you going to study in those four years of high school to prepare yourself for your dream.’
‘What is there to study? They are just clothes.’ stated Jane.
Mr. Motivator knew that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity for him to motivate the young lady Jane to become serious about her high school years. He decided to write it as a motivational story for all high school students who think that studying in high school is a waste of time.
‘So what do you know about the business world and the fashion / designing world?’
‘Nothing.’ replied Jane.
‘Oh, so you know nothing of running a business, or the laws of economics, or of employee managerial skills or management in general. Do you know that you could gain some of this knowledge in a high school business courses and economics courses? Maybe there is a small business course at your highschool.’
Jane face began to twitch a little as she answered, a low voiced, ‘Maybe.’
Mr. Motivator asked Jane, ‘What do you know of office politics and the politics of the
international world of fashion clothes designers and other players in the fashion business?’
‘I do not know a thing about fashion politics. Why would I need to know a thing about politics?’
Mr. Motivator stated, ‘Because all business is politics, especially if you own your own business. But that is something you will learn later, probably after high school; unless you asked your high school teachers about office politics and business politics.’
‘How about the history of designing fashion clothes.’ asked Mr. Motivator.
‘Nothing.’ replied Jane.
‘What about math? So you can learn how to measure cloth and numbers for drawing.’
‘I do not like math.’ said Jane.
‘But without math, you will not be able to measure the cloth to cut it correctly or to draw on paper or on the computer. I bet you like to look at fashion pictures. What do you know of photography?
‘Well, I do not even own a camera.’ replied Jane.
‘So you do not know how to take pictures of the female and male models who will be wearing your new clothing designs? I bet you can join a photography club in high school.’ said Mr. Motivator. ‘What about business law.’ asked Mr. Motivator.
‘Nothing.’ replied Jane.
‘You know that you can probably take a beginning business law course in high school?’
Jane face began to become worried as she said, ‘Do I have to know law too?’
‘Well you do now, at least some basics.’ answered Mr. Motivator.
‘What about the world of adverting and marketing. What do you know about adverting and marketing?’ asked Mr. Motivator.
Jane looked towards the green grass before she answered, ‘Nothing at all.’
But you see Jane, you can learn everything you need to learn to design clothes and to manage your own company, but you need to start in high school, before you enter and complete college and then enter the business world. But now is the time to start working on your dreams; not later. High school is the place where you begin your academic record for employers to see your intellectual development. But more important than that, you will build up self-confidence within your own mind. Self-confidence is something books can not teach you. You teach yourself self-confidence by achieving the seemingly impossible goals like becoming a real student. Do you realize that there are millions of kids around the world who do not have a high school to go to?’
‘I guess you are correct.’ stated Jane.
‘What about art and drawing.? Do you plan on taking drawing classes in high school or do you plan on learning how to draw on your own? Have you taken a drawing course?’ asked Mr. Motivator.
Jane looked up to the sky as she replied, ‘Nope; no drawing classes for me.’
‘How do you think clothes designers usually put their new clothes designs on paper?’
‘By drawing?’ guessed Jane.
‘Do you know that they probably offer drawing and art classes in high school. But if they do not offer drawing and art classes, you can borrow drawing books at the library or buy them at book stores. Used book stores sell art books cheaper than the new books stores.
’I do not know how to draw. But maybe I should learn to draw. I guess I might have too.’
‘And how about drawing on the computer. Are you planning to take courses dealing with computer drawing, commonly called computer graphics and CAD, or digital drawing?’
Jane’s face began to become confused with the concept of complex drawing with a machines and software on a computer before she answered, ‘Drawing on a computer. They do that now?’
‘Do you subscribe to fashion magazines and do you know the major fashion designers around the world?’ asked Mr. Motivator.
‘No.’ was all Jane could respond.
‘What about color theory?’ asked Mr. Motivator.
Jane’s facial smile turned downward into a grim, before she replied with, ‘Color theory? And why would I have to know about colors and color theory?’
Mr. Motivator looked out towards the colorful park and he that knew he was going to have some fun being Mr. Motivator. It was almost the magical show time for Mr. Motivator. To use his magical finger to prove his point about color theory; but first, some more questions for Jane. ‘So you do not know about the primary colors and the secondary colors? And how to mix and blend colors? Oh boy, you do not know what you are missing. Think of all the great painters who painted with oils. Do you think they worked with colors?’
Jane replied sadly with, ‘What are primary and secondary colors? I thought all colors were equal.’
Mr. Motivator looked out towards the light brown tan mountain, the blue sky, the green grass, the brown trees. Mr. Motivator decided to play a game with Jane.
‘So, you think understanding color is not important? Do you mind if we play a little color game?’
‘A color game’ said Jane.
‘Well, we can call this, ‘The Supernatural Color Game.’ created by the Cosmic Creator, but used by Mr. Motivator, a supernatural motivator.
Mr. Motivator looked out to the scene before him and he said to Jane, ‘The whole of nature is filled with colors. Colors that seem so exact that they fit into their proper place wherever they are located. But colors also fit into the fashion world too. Say, what would happen if we switched the colors around; say, moved a few colors around, just for the fun of it. Lets make the mountain the sky blue and make the sky the mountain’s light tan brown. Let me make the grass sun yellow and the sun grass green. Let me make the clouds tree brown and make the trees cloud white. Mr. Motivator swung his arm in a half circle, and presto; the mountain was sky blue and the sky was mountain tan light brown. The grass turned yellow and the sun turned grass green. The clouds became tree brown and the trees became cloud white.
Jane rubbed her eyes. ‘How did you do that?’asked Jane.
Mr. Motivator laughed out loud, ‘That is not important. Lets pretend that the colors changed only within your mind; that externally, everything is normal to everyone else. ‘But what do you think?’
‘What do I think about what? asked Jane. ‘How did you change the colors of the park?’
‘Lets call them, supernatural colors. They are temporally under my command to prove a point. It seems you need some inspiration to study in high school. It seems as if you think you are going to be a fashion clothing designer without studying many subjects and working hard at learning about many topics, but especially color theory. But I am here to inform you that is impossible. You have four years of high school where you can study many subjects to prepare you for college; for any career choice you will make. But now is the time to prepare for your life after high school. Now, back to the changed colors. What do you think?’ Mr. Motivator was rolling.
‘I think they are very strange.’ said Jane.
Mr. Motivator said, ‘Ok, let all color return back to normal. Now what do you think?
‘It is better, but why are you doing this?’ asked Jane.
Mr. Motivator responded, ‘I do not have enough time to explain color theory to you. So, I am just trying to force you to think about the wonderful world of colors. I have an ideal You tell me what colors you want everything to be and I will supernaturally paint the scene. What do you think about that?’
‘I think you are a trip.’ said a scary Jane.
Mr. Motivator said, ‘Ok, forget that idea. But when you start an art class or a class for designing fashion clothes, you will eventually be forced to learn about colors and how to apply color in pencil, paint, and on the computer. ‘Let the sky and the mountain be back to normal.’ He swung his hand in a half circle and everything was back to normal. ‘Lets play a new game. See that lady walking this way. Lets change the colors of her clothes. You can pick any colors you want and I will color the clothes for you. But you have to think about the colors and how they work with each other. What makes color sense and what is just color crazy. And more importantly, what mixes and matches of colors are people going to love to wear, to spend money on. Do you think that fashion clothes designers ignore the colors of clothes?’
Jane sat on the bench. She was silent. She was thinking. She was obviously in shock, but she seeing the light! And the colors! She began to open her mouth, but she questionably starred at Mr. Motivator’s finger. His finger was pointed straight out, as if was a color pencil or a paint brush. He was waiting to take his finger to dip it into the invisible paint cans to paint the clothes. Jane was getting the message. She would have to learn to think about: business, money, management, math, advertising, photography, drawing, art, fashion politics, the fashion world, and many other topics before she could design a single outfit and sell it to the world. Oh yes, she would have to learn to be a saleslady too. So she would have to learn great communication skills to top everything off; like a red cherry on top of an ice cream sundae.
Mr. Motivator knew something about a sales pitch, and how to close the deal. His time was up. He reached out to shake Jane’s hand. ‘Hey, Jane. Do we have a deal?’
‘What deal is that?’ asked Jane.
‘That when you return to school to start your first year of high school, that you are going to learn as much as you can before you start college?’
Jane reached out her hand before she answered, ‘Sure, Mr. Motivator, Sure. We have a deal. I will study as if my future depends on learning as much as I can about everything.’
Mr. Motivator rode off into the sunset without saying a single word because he knew that he had just changed the course of history for one single person. Mr. Motivator hopes all parents would send this week's message to their children before it is to late.
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About Me
- George D. Patnoe., Jr!!!
- United States
- When I was in college studying International Economics/Finance, I was also wondering how to develop a more powerful brain. So in 2001,I began a very specialized ambidextrous brain exercise program, for two hours per day,for many years. Those brain exercise began with me writing out words,mostly verbs, with both hands in different patterns.That developed into dual handed sentence writing to longer stories and dual handed drawing exercises.Details are for future books.I did these two hour brain workouts as a personal experiment to restructure my brain's neurons for the purpose of making my brain stronger for writing and language development; for logically creative storying writing.As far as I know, I am the only person in the course of history to have developed these ambidextrous hand/brain exercises.The purpose of these ambidextrous brain exercises is to strenghten both sides of the brain for language skills development, and to connect both sides of the brain together for language skills development. There is a very logical neurological reason for using two hands to write and draw as brain exercises. I also draw with both hands. 52 Stories is my testament!