Little Lesson from the Dojo.
When in Prius, otherwise known as impotent-mobile, don’t attempt to outrun a semi in the merge lane. You’ll always loose.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Ode to "Abundant Truths"
I got into an argument with my hypnotherapist.
I know. First – how far have I fumbled from sane to find myself having normally scheduled visitations with a hypnothera-anything. Second – only I could manage to actually have a falling out with said hypno-who-the-what-the-whatever! The first two sessions where a charm. I left feeling high as a kite.
High as a kite? Gooood. Scratching irritation? Baaaaad. And that’s how I left my last session after he started piped in with that little unmistakable comment about how gay humans are simply so because they are defective. Sorry-whaaa? So this is a divisive, cultural conversation now isn’t it? I’ve got too many people very close to me who love those of the same sex. And that’s just that. His point was that it’s all just a masculine/feminine polarity that is gravely off. “Correctable.” “Originating in defectiveness.” So here we are – my aim in seeing this falker is to get me to stop compulsively biting on my cheek and this is what I get. When I made the request that he keep his personal opinion respectfully out of our sessions his reply was that it was “spirit” speaking through him and it’s the “abundant truth”. Damn-ma-friend, didn’t know truth could be so…abundant.
Yes. adundant. Channeled straight from spirit. I’m sorry am I in (respectfully apologize to those in of the deep-south-Pentecost) but am I in the deep-south-Pentecost or a major metropolis? To bark on that it was the spirit. Well blessed. When I get pulled over by a cop going 100 in a 40 I’m going to rock this. “So sorry sir, it was the zealous of …the spirit. I had nothing to do with my foot very heavy on the pedal.”
Hhhmmm. I need a whiskey. This has been entirely exhaustive.
Love to my ninjas and all those inspired by the voices from above – may the words be kind and involve talk of happy hour and two for ones.
I know. First – how far have I fumbled from sane to find myself having normally scheduled visitations with a hypnothera-anything. Second – only I could manage to actually have a falling out with said hypno-who-the-what-the-whatever! The first two sessions where a charm. I left feeling high as a kite.
High as a kite? Gooood. Scratching irritation? Baaaaad. And that’s how I left my last session after he started piped in with that little unmistakable comment about how gay humans are simply so because they are defective. Sorry-whaaa? So this is a divisive, cultural conversation now isn’t it? I’ve got too many people very close to me who love those of the same sex. And that’s just that. His point was that it’s all just a masculine/feminine polarity that is gravely off. “Correctable.” “Originating in defectiveness.” So here we are – my aim in seeing this falker is to get me to stop compulsively biting on my cheek and this is what I get. When I made the request that he keep his personal opinion respectfully out of our sessions his reply was that it was “spirit” speaking through him and it’s the “abundant truth”. Damn-ma-friend, didn’t know truth could be so…abundant.
Yes. adundant. Channeled straight from spirit. I’m sorry am I in (respectfully apologize to those in of the deep-south-Pentecost) but am I in the deep-south-Pentecost or a major metropolis? To bark on that it was the spirit. Well blessed. When I get pulled over by a cop going 100 in a 40 I’m going to rock this. “So sorry sir, it was the zealous of …the spirit. I had nothing to do with my foot very heavy on the pedal.”
Hhhmmm. I need a whiskey. This has been entirely exhaustive.
Love to my ninjas and all those inspired by the voices from above – may the words be kind and involve talk of happy hour and two for ones.
