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Editorial
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SAN ANTONIO HOSE
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“WICKEDNESS IS A MYTH INVENTED
BY GOOD PEOPLE TO ACCOUNT FOR
THE CURIOUS APPEARANCE OF OTHERS” Oscar Wilde
To this day I am numbed
with awe at the way Oscar Wilde described my parent’s and relative’s
reaction toward Uncle Paul’s mysteriously wicked “affliction”.
About four times a year Uncle Paul would allow himself to be
totally controlled by some form of demonic medication; thereby enjoying the
the full blown effects of the mysterious “Affliction” it seemed to bring
about.
The family went to bed at dark thirty. So perhaps it only seemed late on a
Saturday night when the entire neighborhood would be awakened by the sound of
some one singing San Antonio Rose and watering our front yard.
Since we had neither a lawn nor garden hose this
could mean only one thing. The memory of jumping out of bed shouting
“Whoopee!! Uncle Paul’s drunk again!!” is still vivid.
My Papa, a fire and brimstone preacher shouting
above the din “Dammit to hell Rachel Lee! How many times do I have to tell you
he isn’t drunk! It’s his affliction that makes him so wicked!”
The routine of getting Uncle Paul inside
the house never changed. My Mother would return the garden hose pilfered from
someone in the neighborhood as Uncle Paul made his grand entrance wearing
a magical twinkle in his eyes and telling me I didn’t know my name.
I would stamp my foot and shout “Rachel Lee”. He
always danced a little side step to avoid getting his toes smashed as he
answered “No, no, It’s Dammit To Hell Rachel Lee. Now, what is your name?”
If I gave the correct answer he gave me a nickel. Loving nickels make me a fast
learner.
It seemed only a short time before the clandestine grapevine
transmitted an SOS that Uncle Paul was afflicted and had a bottle of his
medicine hidden somewhere in the house.
Our kin plus, a few I’m still not sure about
arrived in droves. This was always more exciting than Christmas. Each trying to
outdo the other with the covered dishes and extra goodies they always brought.
The fun really started when they divided into two
teams.
SEARCHERS vs. LITIONERS.
The competition was
Super Bowl Serious as half of them prayed for his salvation while the other half
searched for his medicine so they could pour it out. Fights always broke out
with one team shouting “Haven’t you found that medicine yet?” The other
team responding with “Maybe if you learned to pray we could.”
Everyone was in everyone else’s way. I really didn’t mind
it when they pushed me into furniture or shoved me against another aunt, uncle
or cousin. Just so long as my doll carriage remained upright.
I do remember them remarking about the mysterious way in which their prayers
affected me. The only time I ever played with my doll & carriage or recited
Sunday School Memory Verses right and left was when this Wicked Affliction was
upon Uncle Paul. Was it the major trauma and turmoil or the prayers that somehow
scared me into wanting to be a little lady.
Actually, it was neither. The alleged prayers made little sense. To me it was
just another excuse for the grownups to shout at the moon and each other. Plus,
Uncle Paul was just too much fun for me to be scared. As for the memory verses;
I just made those up as I went along the way I always did.„„knowing, that
like my Sunday School Teacher, they would never admit they didn’t know the
chapter and verse.
The real truth was my doll carriage was where the
medicine bottle was always hidden. Even if it meant playing sissy dolls; My
mission and quest was to guard it with my life. Besides, one of them shouting
“Dammit to Hell Rachel Lee! Get out of the way!” always got me an extra
nickel.
I’ve described the scenario as it looked to me at age
four or five. We need to remember that a child was never born not having a
natural sonic hearing device enabling then to hear everything they aren’t
supposed to, x-ray vision and even though they might not like it, steal
x„lax because it’s chocolate. But the most important factor we overlook is
that children think and this makes them smarter than most adults.
A child’s innocuously pragmatic logic vs. the
inculcating adult mind. It’s this conflict, not original sin that so
fruitfully multiplies baldness and often downright insanity.
Uncle Paul would sit in the rocking chair and I would hand
him his medicine wrapped in my doll blanket. He would smile and rock away.
Everyone, especially Uncle Paul, thought I was being so sweet. All the extra
nickels I had made me sure I was doing something right.
Then, without warning he would disappear. Always leaving a nearly full
bottle of medicine on the kitchen counter in full view of everyone. I suppose he
either ran out of nickels, became bored with the game, or perhaps he decided he
wanted to drive his shiny, new and paid for car back to check on his own
beautifully manicured lawn and garden to see if it needed watering.
By the way, my relatives weren’t the only ones he fooled. A few days later a
new kid asked me my name. Expecting a nickel I gave what I thought was the
correct answer. My Papa beat the hell out of me and I don’t think I need share
what he shouted before he did it.
But I still adored him. To this day, that old Bob Wills song
San Antonio Rose goes through my mind each time I pass a plant nursery.
The only thing that causes me to resist going “Ah Ha” is I can’t be sure
if I’m mimicking Bob Wills or Uncle Paul. Whether he was an alcoholic or
just a good actor having a bit of fun with relatives who were being governed by
fear, is something we shall never really know.
SUCCESS ENHANCEMENT PROGRAM
TO WONDER AT NOTHING WHEN IT HAPPENS,
TO BELIEVE NOTHING IMPOSSIBLE BEFORE
IT COMES TO PASS.
I’m sure most of
you are thinking “Wow! This is a cute story. The smooth way Uncle Paul handled
that bunch of overbearing fanatics makes him one cool dude. But, Dam It To
Hell Rachel Lee , What does it have to do with our Success Enhancement
Program?”
The way Uncle Paul remained true to himself is our Success Enhancement Program.
He simply believed that when he loved, accepted, and believed in himself; he
accepted, loved, and believed in the the Devine Power who created him.
This usually means going through an unlearning process of
KNOWING OUR OWN TRUTH, LIVING OUR OWN REALITY, and above all else, FOLLOWING
SPIRIT WITHOUT HESITATION.
Many of my students have written requesting information
about how to meet and communicate with their own spirit. So, here is a simple
lesson in how to contact and communicate with your own Spirit. I use this
technique with my Spiritual Beings I call by name and also with those who choose
to identify themselves in other perhaps with the smell of flowers, or a certain
energy I simply feel. Just keep in mind they will come forth, you will
receive guidance, and, that you are expected to follow it.
Pick a quiet time, light your candle and incense. If I need
money then I inhale a deep breath and say, “Personal Devine Spirit of
producing money, Personal Devine Spirit of producing money, Personal Devine
Spirit of producing money, Thank you for your love friendship and help”. As
you exhale say the same thing. Do this exercise three times. I like to
have three flowers and maybe three pieces of candy as an offering each time I
call them forth. Once this is done sit quietly and thank them for coming to
visit. Ask if there is anything they would like for you to do for them. Ask if
they have any instructions for you. It’s very important to recognize that
your personal Spirits are awakened and happy to meet you.
Often instead of asking you might say something
along the line of “Thank you for showing me how to release the bonds of
another’s reality and knowing my own truth. Thank you for revealing how to do
this without creating negativity within me. Most of all, thank you for just
being here. And so it is.” When you feel the session is finished you call on
them again the same way you did when you invited them. Thank them for coming,
thank them for guiding you though out the day. And never neglect to let them
know they are your family and how much you love them.
Do this at least once a day. If possible twice,
morning and evening. Within a short time old patterns and negative
realities which were probably never yours in the first place will leave and be
replaced with new an positive ones. Sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly these
pictures of reality will always ripen and materialize.
In the light of a thousand suns,
Rachel
WHY GOD MADE LITTLE GREEN ONIONS
