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To that special person
As long as we have memories, yesterday remains,
as long as we have hope, tomorrow awaits.
As long as we have friendship,
each day is never a waste.


The Universe knows
Drawn by Lynden L. Lund 26/08/2000
 

A Search for reality
Would you like to watch yourself creating reality?
Try this old, simple method to gain a glimpse of yourself doing just that.
Take a walking stick with a knob on the end. Hold it straight out in front of your right eye. Close the left eye. Look straight ahead while you slowly move the walking stick in an arc to the right.
Soon the knob will become "invisible".
This is where the "blind spot" takes over - that stop on the retina not having any vision receptors.
Because your reality will not accept a blank "hole", keep looking straight ahead while the edges grow together to fit the background. Whatever colours, lines etc. are in the background will complete themselves to fill the "hole". No more "hole" - you will have filled it in.
When you examine the area with both eyes, you will realize that you are not seeing the background as it actually is, but as you imagine the "hole" should be filled in. It is so real that you cannot tell where the background you "see" in the ordinary way ends and the background you have invented ends. You have in fact created reality!

The startling implication to this is that we now can see things differently. We perceive a different world with different possibilities and impossibilities. We will even act differently in this "new" world.

Which is the "real" world - the half-empty glass of the pessimist, or the half-full glass of the optimist?


It was a long journey. Eyes staring through the ceiling at some distant kaleidoscope, each breath ripped through the body of my dying mother.

Nothing moved, not even the birds sang their normally chirpy song in the trees outside. An impressive woman, normally so powerful in her quiet way, was succumbing to the pull of a higher force. The body's survival instinct dragged deep shuddering gulps of air into the slowly emptying lungs.

Finally the journey was done. Go in peace, my mother. Your eyes now see greater beauty and the birds will sing a new song. My heart will rejoice in missing you.

The memory day 1 August 2002


You search for things you cannot find,
You wing from place to place,
Your beauty like a butterfly in the sun,
Your touch,
felt once,
will never be forgotten.
The memory day 24/08/2000