Daddy Long Legs

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29 April 2017 Saturday 6:24am

I have freedom of choice. But is my choice who I really am? Am I choosing from my Divine Self? Is my choice hurting anyone? But what if it feels right? But everyone else says it’s wrong. What do I do then?

Seems like you have a very difficult decision to make.

Who me? No.

Then what’s all that about?

I dunno. It just popped into my head this morning.

Does it always happen?

What, the popping into my head thing?


All the time! That’s where my tweets are coming from. Some are from what’s happening in my day to day life, of course. But once in a while something will pop into my head that just doesn’t make sense. Initially, anyway.


Like…Um…Let’s see…Oh yeah. Daddy Long Legs. Oh, wait…No. That came from that huge spider I saw in the kitchen the other day.

So what did you do?

With the spider?

No, with the words Daddy Long Legs.

Oh. Usually, I’ll look it up online. Google it.

So what’s Daddy Long Legs all about?

It’s a silent film starring Mary Pickford. But I must have watched the remake or musical version of it at one time or another. Otherwise, how would I suddenly remember it?

So now you’re saying, you’ve known about it all along.

Well, yeah. If I’ve never heard of it, how would I know there’s such a thing as Daddy Long Legs?

That’s because your soul knows everything.

It does?

Of course it does. Does God know everything?

Like, ya.

Your soul is God. God knows everything. So the soul knows everything. When you’re here in this realm you forget everything in order to remember.


No, not everything, dear one. Where would the fun be in that? Anyway. So what’s Daddy Long Legs all about?

The actual film is on Wiki. I tried watching it last night but it made me sleepy. Film-making has come a long, long, looooong way since then. But in a nutshell, it’s about an orphan girl who has an anonymous rich benefactor. It’s a love story, of course. Eventually, she gets into a love triangle where she falls in love with the brother of her classmate and her mysterious benefactor. Whom she calls Daddy Long Legs. Because she happened to see his long-legged shadow at one time.

I thought you didn’t watch the movie.

I didn’t. I read the plot.

So who did she choose?

What do you mean? Who did Mary Pickford choose from the love triangle?


She chose Daddy Long Legs.


I don’t know.

Wouldn’t you like to know?

Um…No, not really.

Why not?

Honestly? I’d rather watch something else. Like maybe something new.

Fair enough.

So anyway. We’ve gone off track.

No, we haven’t.


Never mind, dear one. Let’s get back on track. So your question is, “What do I do when a decision feels right but everyone else says it’s wrong?”


Have you ever been in such a situation?

Yeah. It was when I had to make a decision to leave my previous beliefs. It was hard because of my parents. We’ve been going to church since the day I was born. But eventually, Mum and Dad accepted it. So they went on their own.

What about your kids?

I gave them permission to go with Grandma and Grandpa on Sundays if they wanted to. Well…Needless to say, I guess.

Any other time that you had to make a very difficult decision?

Yes. It was when I heard this song on Mum’s radio. Tony Bennett’s Watch What Happens.

That song decided a decision for you?

No. I decided a decision. Nobody knew it that time, but before I heard that song it was like I was in a wrestling match with myself. I’m acting as per usual, you know, living life day to day. But inside it was like I was going out of my mind! Creating your reality was hard! Very, very hard.

You were in love, you mean?

You can call it whatever you want. But it was really hard! Oh, there have been signs, telling me exactly what to do. Like Neale’s daily email. They were spot on with my situation at the time. But I just kept ignoring him. And then I heard that song, Watch What Happens on Mum’s radio in the kitchen. And to cut a long story short, here I am.

Let’s rewind a little bit, dear one. What exactly did you do after you heard that song?

Let’s just say I broke some rules, okay?




Two Earths

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26 April 2017 Wednesday 10:23pm

“Your life is not about you.”

That quote is from Neale. If my life is not about me, then who is it about?

It’s about everyone else.

I don’t understand.

Anything you do for yourself, you do for another.

How about drinking coffee?

Excuse Me?

If my life is not about me, then who am I drinking coffee for? I’m drinking coffee for everyone else? That doesn’t make sense.

Do you drink coffee? I thought you prefer tea.

I drink coffee once in a while when I have a craving for it. But my regular is tea. So am I drinking coffee for everyone else if my life is not about me?

Do you buy your coffee?

Yes, of course.

So where does the money go when you buy coffee?

To the supermarket, I suppose.

So let’s suppose the coffee ended up on your table because the money you used to buy it with helped to grow more coffee, yes?

Yes…And I think I have an idea where this is going.

Where is it going?

It’s going to the people who have jobs to support their family because I give money to the supermarket to buy the coffee that is grown and manufactured.


How about shampoo?

What about shampoo?

When I use shampoo, isn’t it about cleaning my hair? That’s about me, isn’t it? Shampooing is all about me and keeping my hair clean! Ha! How about that?

Where do you get your shampoo?

Argh! Forget shampoo! Forget about the tangible stuff..Let me see…Your life is not about you…Hm…Okay! Got it! How about when I’m meditating? When I’m meditating it’s definitely about me! There’s no one else but me meditating, isn’t it?

Okay. Imagine two worlds, my dear. Two earth. All of the people in one earth meditate regularly while living their lives as usual. How do you think it would feel like living on this earth?

Peaceful, I guess. Especially when everybody’s meditating at the same time. It’ll be pretty…quiet.

That may just be the case, dear one. Now how about the other earth? No one even knows what meditation means. They live their lives pretty much the same way but no one is ever in touch with their souls. Ever. How do you think it would feel like there?

I don’t even wanna go there. It’ll probably be like walking around among the living dead! Okay. So what’s your point?

My point is, you are all interconnected because you are all One Soul. Anything you do, even as trivial as drinking coffee or shampooing affects someone else. Even creating something that is not who you really are will affect everyone. Can you think of one?

Okay. Um…How about if I totally and completely stop being a messenger? No more tweeting. No more blogging. Nothing. No one will ever hear from me ever again. I’ll just go on living my life as obscurely and insignificantly as possible. That is definitely not who I really am. How about that?

That’s a good one. So how do you think it will affect everyone else?

I have no idea.

Only one way to find out, dear one.

Yeah. But here’s another scenario. What if I never created my reality in the first place? You know, 4 years, 5 months and 4 days ago. And just lived my sad, sorry life as obscurely and insignificantly as possible. How can that life be not about me?

Now THAT is something we will never know.

Self-Erasing Slate


22 April 2017 Saturday


“You can’t erase a blank slate.”

It’s lyrics from a song Danielle was singing to herself last night. It boomed at me. Um… I have a feeling this is going to be a short post.

Why do you say that?

I think I already know the answer to my own question.

What’s your question?

What does “You can’t erase a blank slate” mean?

Alright. What does it mean?

It means, there’s nothing to clean if one haven’t really created anything.

Now you got Me, dear one. What does that mean?

The world is a blank slate. But some of us are afraid to step out into the world because…well, maybe for several reasons. Fear of failure, fear of rejection, fear of responsibilities, fear of criticism, fear of what others may think of us, especially when it concerns our loved ones. And many, many more reasons. The list is endless!

You know very well, my dear, that there is only one reason to sum up all of those you have mentioned.

Yeah. Fear. Anyway. So one can’t erase a blank slate because there’s nothing on the slate. There’s just air or thoughts or figments of the imagination hovering above that slate. Including dreams and aspirations that are waiting to be fulfilled. To me, every morning is a blank slate. Because yesterday’s gone. It doesn’t exist. It’s just air. I get up from bed and there right in front of me is a blank slate. Waiting to be filled with anything and everything I want. I don’t even have to erase it. It’s self-erasing.

Oh, I see. It’s a self-erasing slate. Does everybody have one?

Of course. But some people choose to switch off the self-erasing mode. So it gets filled up and congested with the past. So there’s no room for new stuff.

Hm…and a self-erasing switch. What other features does it have?

Oh, well. It’s white. You know, like a white board. And it comes with rainbow markers so you can use any colour you want! Draw your dreams and future plans with as many colours as you like! Um…I think this metaphor is getting ridiculous. I should stop.

Never ever stop, my child.