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Lost Leader for God
Early Morning meanderings
brought to you by Paul Newman
and his Chocolate "Oreo" Type Cookies.
Date: 10/12/2006 6:53:16 AM ( 18 y ) ... viewed 1405 times 4:29 AM
October 12, 2006
"I believe we are disoriented
because we are not
expressing latent buried talents and faculties.
...And, where does peace begin,
if it doesn't begin within ourselves?"
--Dr. Bernard Jensen
This Blog is brought to you by Paul Newman.
I ate ten of his Newman 0's 'Oreo" Type Cookies
before bed last night with Angel and her Twin Soul
mate Helen who came to visit. Angel made some
garden tea and boiled the Lemongrass. I prefer
she not boil that kind of herb, but I stopped telling
women what to do a long time ago.
Here I am up at 4:31 AM now forced out of bed
by Original Thinking.
In about three or four weeks, Enchanted Garden
Member Mark Victor Hansen is calling together
a bunch of speakers who want to be MEGA giants
and make a career of their God Given Speaking gift.
Each person who comes to this MEGA event may be
spending as much of $2000.00 when you consider
tuition, plane, and room.
Mark teaches the Book Business.
It is a Business, he and his MEGA-ites know.
In the age, a good "Read"
is often based on a writing formula, and the willingness
to give a God-Given Gift form through Focus,
I am not sure if I will ever truly get my Work
or Works into the world without a lot of Team-Play,
mainly from Enchanted Garden Members who
have crossed paths with Your Enchanted Gardener
and make it possible to spread me around
like some kind of peanut butter.
Maybe I'd do better if I stop calling it "my" work
and be grateful every day
for the distance these hips
carry me.
Most of my days I suffer from intense isolation.
I admit it. I realize more and more, I haven't a clue
what Self Love means, let alone how to nurture myself.
I will sit here to the point of pain.
Many hours go by. I do not feel the pain.
My Will is in the driver's seat.
Like many of us, I am driven by the Big F.
Fear of Failure, or maybe Success.
I am driven by the underlying despair
that there is a possibility I will leave this live UnderUtilized,
I once sat with a Rabbi in a mansion up in Pacific Palisades.
The Rabbi was brought in by the Patron of the place,
the owner who had so much extra MEGA bucks to share
that he was building a replica of a Dead End Kids
New York 30's Malt Shop so he and
recluse friends like Bob Dylan had a place to hang without
leaving the site. I imagine he did what he did for the fun of it.
The Rabbi told me that the purpose of a Poet's life
is to have no more Poetry to write.
In other words, to be fully Spent.
Used,
John Bradshaw said, "When death comes
I hope He finds you still alive." What how
what Bradshaw said and what the Rabbi said
maybe related. I don't know.
I would love to leave this life worn out,
totally Used up, Dreamed Out.
Some of us, never have Dreams.
Few of us Plant Dreams. Few of us Know how
or every discover that the Earth and the Soil are Soilmates.
Few of us ever Real EYES that our Dreams
are like Seeds. They are Seed Dreams, little
Soul inspired ideas that will come to life if we
attach them to literal seeds of grains, and carrots,
and Rutabagas (sp?), and grow them in what
some of us call dirt.
____
William Bugbee, M.D., Orthopedic Surgeon with
Leslie, 2001.
Getting Hip:
Inspirations for those
heading into surgery:
http://lesliegoldman.com/GETTING_HIP/index.htm
___
Me, my Coach tells me I am wired Upside Down
and Inside Out. My Circuitry is so convoluted
that one of UC's world class hip surgeons told me
his goal for Hip Revisions was to help me live a life
where I could sit Pain Free. He says It is a miracle
that I am not in a wheelchair. I am held together with
screws, and bolts. It is a wonder that such a
Foodie who appreciates so many varieties of God's Nuts
is walking and to some minor degree being read
right now by your eyes.
I once met a doctor who had a book that tauted
that to be normal in this world was not something
that was necessarily a priority of Higher Power,
however you name Higher Power for yourself.
He had a button that said, "Not Normal."
I have been the Ghost writer for Dr. Bernard Jensen.
Some of his paragraphs in a few of his books
are more me than he, or maybe he me in the boundryless
world where Minds get together--sit across from each other
and let Spirit flow. Who can say, who is the Writer
when two minds are listening to the Mind that the Soul
marries?
Jensen would say that a "normal" blood count was
not good enough. He would say that what is normal
as far as the Medics say, he enough to work up a
good hospital bill.
I was talking to Richo Cech, yesterday, part of
the Cech family. They grow Horizon Herbs.
He came in from the field in the middle of harvesting
Medicinal Seeds to talk to me. He called me "bro"
at the end of our talk. I am still feeling that.
I couldn't get to Mark if I tried, unless I put on my suit
and go up to crash a bit of his MEGS event in a couple weeks.
For sure, the Staff will like that,
especially if I show up with some organic treats.
Last time, I did that I was near thrown out six times
before I realized I was in another world with different Rules
that include Not offering organic fresh picked
strawberries to someone you admire.
His new Security man--a man who I later befriended--
a man with a military background--was doing his job.
He thought perhaps I was
some Brand of Terrorist offering tainted foods to an Exhibitor.
I was escorted to the waiting area of the hotel.
Mark himself had to leave the MEGA room to let Security
know I was O.K. Mark later signed a note a wrote that
said in part, "Leslie, my Enchanted Gardener, has permission
to bring me organic fresh fruits and gifts from Mother Earth.
Please do not throw throw him out, if you see him walking
around with farm fresh foods that he is bringing me."
Such is the world of publishing now a days.
One time, I went to a gathering of the Book Business in
Las Vegas. All the new booklets were there, not to mention
Books. The Trash at the end of the event--what they named
as Trash in the Bins--was so filled with Expensive paper
and ink and Art--that I knew I was in another world.
For the Life of me, what was in the Trash and no longer
had Value was more beautiful to the eye
and more expensive than all I may produce.
I stepped outside.
I saw those things they call Peanuts all around.
Someone had left on a hose. I could see water wasting
in the desert. I went over and started to give water to plants.
The wind came up. The peanuts, in the shape of Infinitity
eights, started whirling around me, as if in a dance.
The Chasm between Light and Dark in Las Vegas is
so steep that the sight of a man carrying a Drum at the
end of the book conference, must have
been a delight to the Spirits that help write Books.
The peanuts started to hit the ground. They began playing a symphony
of tick tack sounds. I looked down and there was a picture
of Jesus staring me in the face.
I wonder about my own Prophet Motives.
I do not imagine I will ever be as Radical as some of
the other people who make up our Bible stories,
not by a longshot. I doubt if my Character Defects will
ever compare in Size to The Great Ones
in one of the World's Best Sellers.
I am just a Minor Prophet, likely with a Big Head
and a Body that asks self appreciation.
Neglect...I understand that. I saw it modeled
by a mother who left this planet when I was 12 and
a Dad who spent most of his days with bleeding
fingers from Pressing Together Suits, and nights
and Weekends offering his Life up to Prayers
I never quite understood.
Lost Leader for God?
Richo was talking about this Kit he offers
for Kids that he prefers not to promote in any Big
way. IT costs more to produce that then he makes doing it.
He gives it away practically as a Charity for teachers.
His heart is in the right place.
Richo tells me this Kit he makes is called
in business a lost leader.
My head is brimming with Original Ideas right now
that got me out of bed.
I have forgotten most of them by now.
Bessel A Van Der Kolk, a Pioneer in Recovery,
said that post 911, said the Gov set up some Shrink
services to help out, but no one took much advantage of
the offering. Someone did research.
Out of 300 people, most chose Alternative
Therapists, when push came to shove to
get out of their Trauma.
The top choice was Acupuncture, followed
by two other healing arts modalities.
I choose Acupuncture too to help with my
faulty wiring.
Character Defects--I am loosing my train
of thought. Shame--maybe we are all
here to simply accept we are O.K. the
'way we are, and are loveable as we are.
Lost Leader for God--maybe I am here
as a Give Away to help make this World
a more Beautiful Place.
Maybe my Service in the World are already
paid for, and all I have to do
is relax, and let flow without question of profit,
What is Prophet Recovery anyway?
"Through my eyes,
I sense I am recording a History of Peace
on Earth, a History of the Earth and its Human
Flowering. Our Renewed Earth is
the Enchanted Garden,
and you, and I, its Gardeners."
--Credo of the Enchanted Garden Club
members
You can read about a few of our Enchanted Garden
Sponsors and Members here:
http://www.lesliegoldman.com/id20.htm
http://www.lesliegoldman.com/Feng_Shui_Conferences/id92.htm
http://lesliegoldman.com/Friend-of-the-Farm/index.htm
http://www.lesliegoldman.com/Heart&Soul/id33.htm
Anthony Zolezzi,
co-author of
"How Dog Food Saved the Earth,"
is Co-Sponsor of the Spring 06
EG Campaign that did the legwork
to bring organic fresh picked locally grown
strawberries in the Whole Foods Market Hillcrest.
Since, Local Grown foods in the chain
have taken a jumpstart. Joe the Farmer
lettuce is now standard fare offered weekly
at the Hillcrest store.
http://www.lesliegoldman.com/Images/id105.htm
For a free copy of
"How Dog Food Saved the Earth."
Send an email to Plantyourdeam@cox.net
Bernard Jensen Tribute:
http://lesliegoldman.com/Bernard_Jensen/id17.htm
Bio Notes:
"A magic day he passed my way and while we spoke
of many things Fools and Kings, this he said to me,
'The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be
loved in return.' " -- "Nature Boy," written by eden
ahbez, recorded by Nat King Cole
in 1947.
"Do you remember, a lifetime ago,
when Nat King Cole had a hit song
called "Nature Boy"? It told about
"a strange, enchanted boy"
who wandered far, very far,
and when he met you,
he taught you many things.
I've met that boy,
or someone very much like him,
and he is now a man known as
"The Enchanted Gardener..."
I may never be the same."
--Paul Froemming,
Montecito Journal,
July 16, '99
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