Open your Jewel Box!

                                                       
                                           tarot anyone?

You can have anything you want.


   Everyone is full of it. Baggage, that is. We all carry around emotional states and mental crystallizations which we have built out of unfinished situations so we can prove that we were right and whoever or whatever we can’t let go of for whatever reason . . . well, of course, they are wrong. I must be right about this. I thought a lot about it, and I’ve really invested a lot of time and energy in writing this blog. I am right! Actually, it’s not really baggage. It’s in this leather bag here, but viola! It’s not baggage, it’s a tool kit.

   The first tool is like a screw driver. “I won’t like you anymore if you don’t agree with me.”

   The second tool is kind of like wrench. “Been there. Done that. I know. Let me tell you!”

   Sometimes, it’s a hammer. “You’re stupid!”

   Sometimes a sledge hammer. “Damn you. You idiot, %@*# you!”
   If none of these tools work, finally there is a little jewel box. When you open it, it sings a sad little song and moths flit into the air. They’re all those unfinished situations which you use now to make yourself right and keep you in your box.

Look inside: Larva.

The jewel box starts singing a little tune from kinder garden. “The worms crawl in. The worms crawl out. The worms crawl over your greasy snout.”