Toni Stone jan. 22, 2011
401 Buck Hollow Rd.
Fairfax, VT 05454
a worn out
creep and monster dance
it was confronting when finally it was realized that really,no kidding as unbelievable as it seemed,
everyone and everything was actually a reflection of my own, what-i-call-self!!! al fi it,
not one thing or person left out. . .it’s all that i see. . .it’s all me.
talk about taking responsibility?
i can’t think of a bigger job than to come to understand the world of the reflective universe..
not even just this earth world but universe? planets seen and unseen?
even pluto that someone demoted from being a planet?
what would that be? but never mind the planets,
what about all the people in my small gaze that i dismissed as jokers, creeps and monsters
not serious enough to interface with, because they annoy me?
yes. they all reflect me to me so i can see
what I abhor about myself.
i used to think Ernie was a case, driving around with a case of think and grow rich in his car
because he loved the book and wanted to give one to the whole world if he could.
now, i drive around with a plastic bag of mini Zohars in my jeep
ni case i meet anyone who may want one. you see what i mean?
when one wakes up to this strange insight, we have a lot of work to do being with all these creeps and monsters..
why not start the dance. . .we are already in the ballroom.
yesterday, when iwas looking at houses, on the real estate page of
this week magazine. . i saw a few stately mansions with ballrooms and for the first time ever i thought,
“wouldn’t it be fun to have a ballroom in the house?”
