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Processing Your Life
“Tell me a story.” When I was young, my father told me stories before I went to sleep at night. He had a great imagination and he took me on journeys to fantastic places with fascinating characters. When the lights were out, I repeated the stories in my head and I...
What Really Matters
I went to a movie some years ago called “Yesterday.” It was about an international blackout that lasted for a few seconds at the turn of the 21st century. When it was over, one unsuccessful, unremarkable singer/songwriter was the only person on the planet who...
Here It Is again: Big surprise
Your mind can be a powerful and splendid ally. It can be a motivator, a planner and a supreme puzzle solver. But it’s not necessarily your friend. I was in the grocery store when I passed the ice cream section. I saw boxes of chocolate ice cream bars covered with dark...
The Burden Secrets
I was in my home, sitting on a chair, facing a lovely woman, I’ll call her Ellen, whose healer friend had introduced us. She had been HIV positive for many years and she had nearly died. Back in the eighties when she contracted the virus, there was only one...
Doing Your Part
I was a hippie during the early seventies.Well, somewhat. I didn’t live in a commune. I didn’t take acid every day. Only once in a while. But I was a member of the Vietnam War resistance. We made signs and chanted, “Hell no, we won’t go.” And “Make Love, Not War.” In...
Say It Now
It was 1988 and a friend of mine, Michael, was in the hospital. He had been diagnosed with AIDS and back then, it meant that he wouldn’t be here for much longer. There were no cocktails tofight the virus and the only drug available was reportedly killing people at the...
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