I saw three "motivational" speakers this past month who were humorless, gruesome, fraudulent, reptilian IQ-challenged low lifes groveling for money and just as serious and stentorian as any minister howling for the death of witches back in Salem.
What set them apart from real people was their absolute lack of humor or joy or fun. They preached about passion and power and authentic journeys to a place called success and fulfillment, but you could tell that it was not a very happy place. I mean, not if they themselves were living there. Because the "humor" they tried to impose on the audience was grotesque and forced, and had no lightness of spirit in it.
Yet people were taking notes nodding to each other saying they were on a journey too. What fakes we all are.
There is only one journey.
And here it is:
This journey is the only one I can believe: Just a small town girl livin in a lonely world, she took the midnight train goin anywhere.
Here I am with my dog Jim:
You can see how I love him. But for almost all my life I could not be in the same room with a dog. Ever since I was two years old I had a phobia/psychosis/mania/allergy whatever. But that was cured for me by my friend Michael Neill who is a miracle worker but sometimes pretends he's not. I flew to his home where he performed a stunning ritual of hypnotic neuromancing reprogramming and the next thing you knew I was cuddling up with his retriever and his rottweiler. Not long after that I invited the amazing dog Jim into our lives.
Being brave is different than being fearless. Being brave is a kind of forced suppression of fear. Being fearless is nothing like that. When you are fearless you are just free. You float like a dream through life, ....it's like sharing a pillow with Jim.