This may be the last note written on my old Mac. If everything goes according to plan, the new one will arrive tomorrow. And as I lay in bed, I couldn’t get to sleep, so here I am again, wanting to share a few thoughts of some considerable depth. They are what I know to be reasonably true. After all, I am no dilettante in these matters at this point.

I am the most important person in my life, no exceptions. I have tried to get around this truth by putting other people first, but it just isn’t set up that way. I have just ended up enabling people, which has disabled myself.

There are no good guys and bad guys. If you think so, consider the word “projection.” Nuff said.

Numbering things is a poor excuse for living them. Get on with it.

Skip number 4. It won’t help you out anymore than the first three will, for everyone has to make their own mistakes.

Shocks are good for you if they don’t kill you. I am probably where I am today because of the shocks life has handed me. I have tried to protect myself, but all I do is postpone the next shock.

Words like non-duality should be struck from the lexicon, if it was ever in it. I used to dabble in it because it was the thing a decade ago. Now it is just another passe point to pass through.

Enemies are everywhere, and you are always, without exception, your worst one. Let people destroy you; it will save you a lot of trouble.

I have my tongue-in-cheek now because it keeps me from sticking it out at all the guru poseurs. Their number is legion. They talk a good game and charge money for it much of the time. You don’t have that much time.

I write too close to the bone to ever be a popularizer and all the good book titles are taken anyway.

I wore out the letter “N” on my keyboard, probably because I have always told myself I am not good enough. Not good enough YET. That is what has kept me striving for enlightenment. Enlightenment is not a child’s game. You will be destroyed by the very desire to attain it.

I am going back to bed now with a much lighter heart. Go ahead and hate me. I will love you anyway. Just don’t expect me to fix you. I leave that to the gurus. That is their bag, after all. They claim to know more than you do. What a joke. They are you.

Note: Pages wouldn’t copy numbers, so you will have to figure them out yourselves….

Vicki Woodyard