Since I seem to be incapable of writing anything original these days, I thought perhaps you’d at least care to hear what I’ve been thinking about (besides Harry Potter, that is: I seem to have become obsessed with HP. I started re-reading HP and the Order of the Phoenix in preparation for the upcoming movie, and now I’m re-reading HP and the Half-Blood Prince in preparation for the release of the final book in the series, HP and the Deathly Hallows).
So last night I found my little copy of Richard Bach’s Messiah’s Handbook: Reminders for the Advanced Soul, buried in dust on the floor under my bed, and the first thing I turned to in it was this:
This is to certify that the bearer has been declared a Master of Spacetime, and is authorized to command absolute control over all personal life events and an indefinite number of simultaneous life experiences, to focus consciousness among them at will, to freely choose triumph or tragedy as she or he wishes, and to magnetize such like spirits as she or he desires for her or his personal education and entertainment. This certificate is subject to the following limits: [Self-imposed.]
It’s there, that certificate, in everybody’s pocket.
Then I turned to this page:
Like attracts like.
Be who you are,
calm and clear and bright,
asking yourself every minute
is this what I really want to do,
doing it only when you answer yes.
This turns away those who have
nothing to learn from who you are
and attracts those who do,
and from whom you have to learn as well.