The Centre of the Universe

Here I am in the centre of the universe. Where? It’s located in a village in India, in a sunny, cozy corner room on the southeast side of my house, a very small room packed with all sorts of paraphernalia, such as photos, song files, pens and pencils, my desk, a sitar, a piano keyboard, a trunk and a large ancient wicker chair stuffed with pillows and furry blanket—all part of my universe. A website was born from my universe, and the universe is extending rapidly!

I love to write. It helps me think, review, gaze at life yesterday, today and tomorrow. I pen my thoughts… but only in black ink. I would never think of using a blue pen; it would be like eating a synthetic bread…sacrilegious. Creativity would be squashed.

Experiences are what I write about, which includes many people. Boring? Once, someone told me I had written “I” seventy-two times in a letter. Being terribly embarrassed I immediately started counting all the “I’s” in the letter. It was devastating to discover he was right. I was mortified. My immaturity arose to great heights and he never received a letter from me again. It was a good lesson for me. It was horrifying that “I” seemed to be the most important person in my life. I am, and always will be, very important to me, but now I’m not the most important. Finding my purpose in life was even more important than my life. Now that’s a big discovery.

So why DO I write about my “I” experiences? Its because there have been so many great ones! How can I keep quiet? It’s nearly impossible to shut me up! Give me a chance, and I’ll tell you all about it, and then…my universe gets bigger. Whether or not you believe my experiences is up to you. Generally speaking, I don’t lie, although I may not always have the greatest or correct-est memory, but now, who is perfect?

What happened to me, can happen to you. No need to come to India, but India is worth coming to. If I tell you a story about a tornado that blew our house away, you’d believe it. If I told you a story about a cobra, you’d believe it. If I said I nearly died in an operation, you’d believe it. But if I said I’d entered another dimension, not of this world, would you believe me?

Deep life questions can’t be ignored. That’s why I write. Tune in for the next (perhaps) believable episode.