1/7/03

It's past her bedtime and we'd already said okay to "one mo' game" of
cards, twice. We're about to go wash up for bed when she says, "I'm
hungwy."

*PIERCE* right in my heart. I AM ANGRY.

I feel like saying, "Too bad!" but I don't. What I do say is, "If
you want something to eat, you're gonna have to get it yourself."
The obvious snap in my voice tells her and her dad that Mommy's been
triggered, but all Mommy knows is that she's pissed.

Ananda groans and rifles through the fridge, pulling out a tangerine.
She says she needs someone to peel it for her. I get madder. Jim
peels it and she's about to take a bite, but suddenly she puts it
down and pushes the plate away. "There's seeds in it."

I feel like I'm about to Scream! And when I see Jim (who I know is as
tired as I am) goodnaturedly come over and take the plate in order to
begin fishing the seeds out, I cry, "Aren't you worried about her
being (spelling it) s-p-o-i-l-e-d?"

Jim puts down the fruit, looks at me, and says nothing, which
infuriates me even more. I yell, "No one ever picked any frigging
seeds out for ME!"

I am surprised at my own words; Jim is not. He calmly says, "Well, if
you call this 'spoiled,' then what do you call what happened to you?"

My mind goes blank and I leave the room. I sit down in the dark.


"Who am I?" I ask myself, face in hands.

"I totally don't know," I answer myself.

"Who is this that is so confused right now?" I ask.

"It's me," I answer.

"Am I this 'me'?"

"How can I be this 'me' if I am *aware* of it?"

"Then I must not be this 'me'."

"No...I really am not this 'me'!!"

Feeling light and free, I spring from the darkened bedroom into the
brightness of the kitchen, realizing it would be my sincerest
pleasure to pick the seeds out of my little angel's tangerine, but
it's too late as she has already eaten most of it. Instead, I give
her a slow kiss her on the top of the head.

"Sorry, guys," I say, as I approach Jim with another kiss and a hug all ready for him.

They say, "It's okay, Mommy."

We all go to bed in peace.

[Thanks to the non-reactivity of my husband and child, the entire
drama, which was truly based on generation after generation of
conditioning, came and went within the time it took a six-year-old to
finish off a tangerine.

My bet is that it will be even shorter next time.]

--- In HarshaSatsangh (AT) yahoogroups (DOT) com, "Kheyala" <kheyala@n...> wrote:
> 1/7/03
>
> It's past her bedtime and we'd already said okay to "one mo' game" of cards,
twice. We're about to go wash up for bed when she says, "I'm hungwy."
>
> *PIERCE* right in my heart. I AM ANGRY.
>
> I feel like saying, "Too bad!" but I don't. What I do say is, "If you want
something to eat, you're gonna have to get it yourself." The obvious snap in my
voice tells her and her dad that Mommy's been triggered, but all Mommy knows is
that she's pissed.
>
> Ananda groans and rifles through the fridge, pulling out a tangerine. She
says she needs someone to peel it for her. I get madder. Jim peels it and
she's about to take a bite, but suddenly she puts it down and pushes the plate
away. "There's seeds in it."
>
> I feel like I'm about to Scream! And when I see Jim (who I know is as tired
as I am) goodnaturedly come over and take the plate in order to begin fishing
the seeds out, I cry, "Aren't you worried about her being (spelling it)
s-p-o-i-l-e-d?"
>
> Jim puts down the fruit, looks at me, and says nothing, which infuriates me
even more. I yell, "No one ever picked any frigging seeds out for ME!"
>
> I am surprised at my own words; Jim is not. He calmly says, "Well, if you
call this 'spoiled,' then what do you call what happened to you?"
>
> My mind goes blank and I leave the room. I sit down in the dark.
>
>
> "Who am I?" I ask myself, face in hands.
>
> "I totally don't know," I answer myself.
>
> "Who is this that is so confused right now?" I ask.
>
> "It's me," I answer.
>
> "Am I this 'me'?"
>
> "How can I be this 'me' if I am *aware* of it?"
>
> "Then I must not be this 'me'."
>
> "No...I really am not this 'me'!!"
>
> Feeling light and free, I spring from the darkened bedroom into the brightness
of the kitchen, realizing it would be my sincerest pleasure to pick the seeds
out of my little angel's tangerine, but it's too late as she has already eaten
most of it. Instead, I give her a slow kiss her on the top of the head.
>
> "Sorry, guys," I say, as I approach Jim with another kiss and a hug all ready
for him.
>
> They say, "It's okay, Mommy."
>
> We all go to bed in peace.
>
> [Thanks to the non-reactivity of my husband and child, the entire drama, which
was truly based on generation after generation of conditioning, came and went
within the time it took a six-year-old to finish off a tangerine.
>
> My bet is that it will be even shorter next time.]

Brings to mind that old commercial, "Take it off, take it all off..." Off the
tangerine, off the ego...take it all off. Karmic seeds abound....what can we do
but witness them being "cooked" in the fire of Who Am I?

Love, Vicki

--- In HarshaSatsangh (AT) yahoogroups (DOT) com, "skiplaurel" <vicki@b...>
wrote:
> --- In HarshaSatsangh (AT) yahoogroups (DOT) com, "Kheyala" <kheyala@n...>
wrote:
> > 1/7/03
> >
> > It's past her bedtime and we'd already said okay to "one mo'
game" of cards, twice. We're about to go wash up for bed when she
says, "I'm hungwy."
> >
> > *PIERCE* right in my heart. I AM ANGRY.
> >
> > I feel like saying, "Too bad!" but I don't. What I do say
is, "If you want something to eat, you're gonna have to get it
yourself." The obvious snap in my voice tells her and her dad that
Mommy's been triggered, but all Mommy knows is that she's pissed.
> >
> > Ananda groans and rifles through the fridge, pulling out a
tangerine. She says she needs someone to peel it for her. I get
madder. Jim peels it and she's about to take a bite, but suddenly
she puts it down and pushes the plate away. "There's seeds in it."
> >
> > I feel like I'm about to Scream! And when I see Jim (who I know
is as tired as I am) goodnaturedly come over and take the plate in
order to begin fishing the seeds out, I cry, "Aren't you worried
about her being (spelling it) s-p-o-i-l-e-d?"
> >
> > Jim puts down the fruit, looks at me, and says nothing, which
infuriates me even more. I yell, "No one ever picked any frigging
seeds out for ME!"
> >
> > I am surprised at my own words; Jim is not. He calmly
says, "Well, if you call this 'spoiled,' then what do you call what
happened to you?"
> >
> > My mind goes blank and I leave the room. I sit down in the dark.
> >
> >
> > "Who am I?" I ask myself, face in hands.
> >
> > "I totally don't know," I answer myself.
> >
> > "Who is this that is so confused right now?" I ask.
> >
> > "It's me," I answer.
> >
> > "Am I this 'me'?"
> >
> > "How can I be this 'me' if I am *aware* of it?"
> >
> > "Then I must not be this 'me'."
> >
> > "No...I really am not this 'me'!!"
> >
> > Feeling light and free, I spring from the darkened bedroom into
the brightness of the kitchen, realizing it would be my sincerest
pleasure to pick the seeds out of my little angel's tangerine, but
it's too late as she has already eaten most of it. Instead, I give
her a slow kiss her on the top of the head.
> >
> > "Sorry, guys," I say, as I approach Jim with another kiss and a
hug all ready for him.
> >
> > They say, "It's okay, Mommy."
> >
> > We all go to bed in peace.
> >
> > [Thanks to the non-reactivity of my husband and child, the entire
drama, which was truly based on generation after generation of
conditioning, came and went within the time it took a six-year-old to
finish off a tangerine.
> >
> > My bet is that it will be even shorter next time.]
>
> Brings to mind that old commercial, "Take it off, take it all
off..." Off the tangerine, off the ego...take it all off. Karmic
seeds abound....what can we do but witness them being "cooked" in the
fire of Who Am I?
>
> Love, Vicki


Brings to mind another commercial. Got kerosene?



Love,
Kheyala

I hope you're right; but with me, it never ends.

--- Kheyala <kheyala@...> wrote:
> 1/7/03
>
> It's past her bedtime and we'd already said okay to
> "one mo' game" of cards, twice. We're about to go
> wash up for bed when she says, "I'm hungwy."
>
> *PIERCE* right in my heart. I AM ANGRY.
>
> I feel like saying, "Too bad!" but I don't. What I
> do say is, "If you want something to eat, you're
> gonna have to get it yourself." The obvious snap in
> my voice tells her and her dad that Mommy's been
> triggered, but all Mommy knows is that she's pissed.
>
> Ananda groans and rifles through the fridge, pulling
> out a tangerine. She says she needs someone to peel
> it for her. I get madder. Jim peels it and she's
> about to take a bite, but suddenly she puts it down
> and pushes the plate away. "There's seeds in it."
>
> I feel like I'm about to Scream! And when I see Jim
> (who I know is as tired as I am) goodnaturedly come
> over and take the plate in order to begin fishing
> the seeds out, I cry, "Aren't you worried about her
> being (spelling it) s-p-o-i-l-e-d?"
>
> Jim puts down the fruit, looks at me, and says
> nothing, which infuriates me even more. I yell, "No
> one ever picked any frigging seeds out for ME!"
>
> I am surprised at my own words; Jim is not. He
> calmly says, "Well, if you call this 'spoiled,' then
> what do you call what happened to you?"
>
> My mind goes blank and I leave the room. I sit down
> in the dark.
>
>
> "Who am I?" I ask myself, face in hands.
>
> "I totally don't know," I answer myself.
>
> "Who is this that is so confused right now?" I ask.
>
> "It's me," I answer.
>
> "Am I this 'me'?"
>
> "How can I be this 'me' if I am *aware* of it?"
>
> "Then I must not be this 'me'."
>
> "No...I really am not this 'me'!!"
>
> Feeling light and free, I spring from the darkened
> bedroom into the brightness of the kitchen,
> realizing it would be my sincerest pleasure to pick
> the seeds out of my little angel's tangerine, but
> it's too late as she has already eaten most of it.
> Instead, I give her a slow kiss her on the top of
> the head.
>
> "Sorry, guys," I say, as I approach Jim with another
> kiss and a hug all ready for him.
>
> They say, "It's okay, Mommy."
>
> We all go to bed in peace.
>
> [Thanks to the non-reactivity of my husband and
> child, the entire drama, which was truly based on
> generation after generation of conditioning, came
> and went within the time it took a six-year-old to
> finish off a tangerine.
>
> My bet is that it will be even shorter next time.]
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>


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--- In HarshaSatsangh (AT) yahoogroups (DOT) com, Michael Bowes
<rmichaelbowes@y...> wrote:
> I hope you're right; but with me, it never ends.
>


Dear Michael,

Of course! It is absolutely true that with 'me' it never ends. Of
course that is true.

But, who are you?

Are you this 'me'??

What is this 'me'???


In love,
Kheyala

Dear Kheyala,

You're exactly right. I am not that "me" and that's
how I can live with it (whatever "it" is). :-)

Warmest regards,

michael

--- kheyalove <kheyala@...> wrote:
> --- In HarshaSatsangh (AT) yahoogroups (DOT) com, Michael Bowes
>
> <rmichaelbowes@y...> wrote:
> > I hope you're right; but with me, it never ends.
> >
>
>
> Dear Michael,
>
> Of course! It is absolutely true that with 'me' it
> never ends. Of
> course that is true.
>
> But, who are you?
>
> Are you this 'me'??
>
> What is this 'me'???
>
>
> In love,
> Kheyala
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>


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--- In HarshaSatsangh (AT) yahoogroups (DOT) com, Michael Bowes
<rmichaelbowes@y...> wrote:
> Dear Kheyala,
>
> You're exactly right. I am not that "me" and that's
> how I can live with it (whatever "it" is). :-)
>
> Warmest regards,
>
> michael





"whatever 'it' is"

Makes me wonder... I mean, is 'it' something that is solid, real,
substantial, permanent, unchanging?

If it is, then it might make perfect sense to reckon with it somehow,
or fine-tune it, heal it, fix it, meditate on it or transcend it or
something.

But is it? Is 'it' even actually a real, live thing??























>
> --- kheyalove <kheyala@n...> wrote:
> > --- In HarshaSatsangh (AT) yahoogroups (DOT) com, Michael Bowes
> >
> > <rmichaelbowes@y...> wrote:
> > > I hope you're right; but with me, it never ends.
> > >
> >
> >
> > Dear Michael,
> >
> > Of course! It is absolutely true that with 'me' it
> > never ends. Of
> > course that is true.
> >
> > But, who are you?
> >
> > Are you this 'me'??
> >
> > What is this 'me'???
> >
> >
> > In love,
> > Kheyala
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
>
>
> __________________________________
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Yep! I think that "it" is LIFE. And that LIFE is
real.

And "i" deal with "it" by realizing that "i" am not
"me" but that "i" am "it". That way "i" have no
problem with "it" because "i" is "it".

Something like that.

michael

--- kheyalove <kheyala@...> wrote:
> --- In HarshaSatsangh (AT) yahoogroups (DOT) com, Michael Bowes
>
> <rmichaelbowes@y...> wrote:
> > Dear Kheyala,
> >
> > You're exactly right. I am not that "me" and
> that's
> > how I can live with it (whatever "it" is). :-)
> >
> > Warmest regards,
> >
> > michael
>
>
>
>
>
> "whatever 'it' is"
>
> Makes me wonder... I mean, is 'it' something that is
> solid, real,
> substantial, permanent, unchanging?
>
> If it is, then it might make perfect sense to reckon
> with it somehow,
> or fine-tune it, heal it, fix it, meditate on it or
> transcend it or
> something.
>
> But is it? Is 'it' even actually a real, live
> thing??
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> >
> > --- kheyalove <kheyala@n...> wrote:
> > > --- In HarshaSatsangh (AT) yahoogroups (DOT) com, Michael
> Bowes
> > >
> > > <rmichaelbowes@y...> wrote:
> > > > I hope you're right; but with me, it never
> ends.
> > > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Dear Michael,
> > >
> > > Of course! It is absolutely true that with 'me'
> it
> > > never ends. Of
> > > course that is true.
> > >
> > > But, who are you?
> > >
> > > Are you this 'me'??
> > >
> > > What is this 'me'???
> > >
> > >
> > > In love,
> > > Kheyala
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> >
> >
> > __________________________________
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>


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--- In HarshaSatsangh (AT) yahoogroups (DOT) com, Michael Bowes
<rmichaelbowes@y...> wrote:
> Yep! I think that "it" is LIFE. And that LIFE is
> real.
>
> And "i" deal with "it" by realizing that "i" am not
> "me" but that "i" am "it". That way "i" have no
> problem with "it" because "i" is "it".
>
> Something like that.
>
> michael


What a philosophy!

(Now where did you get it?)








>
> --- kheyalove <kheyala@n...> wrote:
> > --- In HarshaSatsangh (AT) yahoogroups (DOT) com, Michael Bowes
> >
> > <rmichaelbowes@y...> wrote:
> > > Dear Kheyala,
> > >
> > > You're exactly right. I am not that "me" and
> > that's
> > > how I can live with it (whatever "it" is). :-)
> > >
> > > Warmest regards,
> > >
> > > michael
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > "whatever 'it' is"
> >
> > Makes me wonder... I mean, is 'it' something that is
> > solid, real,
> > substantial, permanent, unchanging?
> >
> > If it is, then it might make perfect sense to reckon
> > with it somehow,
> > or fine-tune it, heal it, fix it, meditate on it or
> > transcend it or
> > something.
> >
> > But is it? Is 'it' even actually a real, live
> > thing??
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > >
> > > --- kheyalove <kheyala@n...> wrote:
> > > > --- In HarshaSatsangh (AT) yahoogroups (DOT) com, Michael
> > Bowes
> > > >
> > > > <rmichaelbowes@y...> wrote:
> > > > > I hope you're right; but with me, it never
> > ends.
> > > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > Dear Michael,
> > > >
> > > > Of course! It is absolutely true that with 'me'
> > it
> > > > never ends. Of
> > > > course that is true.
> > > >
> > > > But, who are you?
> > > >
> > > > Are you this 'me'??
> > > >
> > > > What is this 'me'???
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > In love,
> > > > Kheyala
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > >
> > >
> > > __________________________________
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> >
> >
>
>
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I got "it" in the HEART CAVE. :-)

michael

--- In HarshaSatsangh (AT) yahoogroups (DOT) com, "kheyalove" <kheyala@n...>
wrote:
> --- In HarshaSatsangh (AT) yahoogroups (DOT) com, Michael Bowes
> <rmichaelbowes@y...> wrote:
> > Yep! I think that "it" is LIFE. And that LIFE is
> > real.
> >
> > And "i" deal with "it" by realizing that "i" am not
> > "me" but that "i" am "it". That way "i" have no
> > problem with "it" because "i" is "it".
> >
> > Something like that.
> >
> > michael
>
>
> What a philosophy!
>
> (Now where did you get it?)
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> >
> > --- kheyalove <kheyala@n...> wrote:
> > > --- In HarshaSatsangh (AT) yahoogroups (DOT) com, Michael Bowes
> > >
> > > <rmichaelbowes@y...> wrote:
> > > > Dear Kheyala,
> > > >
> > > > You're exactly right. I am not that "me" and
> > > that's
> > > > how I can live with it (whatever "it" is). :-)
> > > >
> > > > Warmest regards,
> > > >
> > > > michael
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > "whatever 'it' is"
> > >
> > > Makes me wonder... I mean, is 'it' something that is
> > > solid, real,
> > > substantial, permanent, unchanging?
> > >
> > > If it is, then it might make perfect sense to reckon
> > > with it somehow,
> > > or fine-tune it, heal it, fix it, meditate on it or
> > > transcend it or
> > > something.
> > >
> > > But is it? Is 'it' even actually a real, live
> > > thing??
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > >
> > > > --- kheyalove <kheyala@n...> wrote:
> > > > > --- In HarshaSatsangh (AT) yahoogroups (DOT) com, Michael
> > > Bowes
> > > > >
> > > > > <rmichaelbowes@y...> wrote:
> > > > > > I hope you're right; but with me, it never
> > > ends.
> > > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > > Dear Michael,
> > > > >
> > > > > Of course! It is absolutely true that with 'me'
> > > it
> > > > > never ends. Of
> > > > > course that is true.
> > > > >
> > > > > But, who are you?
> > > > >
> > > > > Are you this 'me'??
> > > > >
> > > > > What is this 'me'???
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > > In love,
> > > > > Kheyala
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > __________________________________
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Dear Michael,

The 'me' that first opened up this dialogue with "...but with me, it
never ends" is the same 'me' that had an answer for every question
that was posed. It is also the same, exact 'me' that pulled the
spiritually advanced philosophy right out of its own heart cave!

Unfortunately, because the 'me' only has an existence in duality, it
naturally can only have experiences within that context, including
sometimes clear/sometimes unclear, sometimes peace/sometimes turmoil,
etc. That's why "...with me, it never ends."

Fortunately, that 'me' is not who you are.

Thanks for indulging my questions yesterday. I was in a playful mood!



Kheyala




--- In HarshaSatsangh (AT) yahoogroups (DOT) com, "Michael Bowes"
<rmichaelbowes@y...> wrote:
> I got "it" in the HEART CAVE. :-)
>
> michael
>
> --- In HarshaSatsangh (AT) yahoogroups (DOT) com, "kheyalove" <kheyala@n...>
> wrote:
> > --- In HarshaSatsangh (AT) yahoogroups (DOT) com, Michael Bowes
> > <rmichaelbowes@y...> wrote:
> > > Yep! I think that "it" is LIFE. And that LIFE is
> > > real.
> > >
> > > And "i" deal with "it" by realizing that "i" am not
> > > "me" but that "i" am "it". That way "i" have no
> > > problem with "it" because "i" is "it".
> > >
> > > Something like that.
> > >
> > > michael
> >
> >
> > What a philosophy!
> >
> > (Now where did you get it?)
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > >
> > > --- kheyalove <kheyala@n...> wrote:
> > > > --- In HarshaSatsangh (AT) yahoogroups (DOT) com, Michael Bowes
> > > >
> > > > <rmichaelbowes@y...> wrote:
> > > > > Dear Kheyala,
> > > > >
> > > > > You're exactly right. I am not that "me" and
> > > > that's
> > > > > how I can live with it (whatever "it" is). :-)
> > > > >
> > > > > Warmest regards,
> > > > >
> > > > > michael
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > "whatever 'it' is"
> > > >
> > > > Makes me wonder... I mean, is 'it' something that is
> > > > solid, real,
> > > > substantial, permanent, unchanging?
> > > >
> > > > If it is, then it might make perfect sense to reckon
> > > > with it somehow,
> > > > or fine-tune it, heal it, fix it, meditate on it or
> > > > transcend it or
> > > > something.
> > > >
> > > > But is it? Is 'it' even actually a real, live
> > > > thing??
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > >
> > > > > --- kheyalove <kheyala@n...> wrote:
> > > > > > --- In HarshaSatsangh (AT) yahoogroups (DOT) com, Michael
> > > > Bowes
> > > > > >
> > > > > > <rmichaelbowes@y...> wrote:
> > > > > > > I hope you're right; but with me, it never
> > > > ends.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > > Dear Michael,
> > > > > >
> > > > > > Of course! It is absolutely true that with 'me'
> > > > it
> > > > > > never ends. Of
> > > > > > course that is true.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > But, who are you?
> > > > > >
> > > > > > Are you this 'me'??
> > > > > >
> > > > > > What is this 'me'???
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > > In love,
> > > > > > Kheyala
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > >
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Dear Kheyala


--- kheyalove <kheyala@...> wrote:
>
> Dear Michael,
>
> The 'me' that first opened up this dialogue with
> "...but with me, it
> never ends" is the same 'me' that had an answer for
> every question
> that was posed. It is also the same, exact 'me'
> that pulled the
> spiritually advanced philosophy right out of its own
> heart cave!


Yes! That's "it".


>
> Unfortunately, because the 'me' only has an
> existence in duality, it
> naturally can only have experiences within that
> context, including
> sometimes clear/sometimes unclear, sometimes
> peace/sometimes turmoil,
> etc. That's why "...with me, it never ends."


Correctomundo!!!



> Fortunately, that 'me' is not who you are.


Precisely!!!!!!


> Thanks for indulging my questions yesterday. I was
> in a playful mood!
>
>
>
> Kheyala
>
>
SNIP

You betcha. Its leela!!!


Warmest regards,

michael


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