Living on Love - "The Messenger"
a book by Klaus Joehle

All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2001  by Klaus J. Joehle


ISBN: 1-58348-XXX-X


Dedication 


To My Son,
Who stood by me?
I say this:
Anything and Everything
 Is possible
With Love.

Children

The problem with our children is
That they have so much to teach us
But so little time to do it in.
My problem is it has taken me 15 years to learn that.
Now I fear that
I've missed most of my education.



Epigraph

What it after many years of studying so called ancient wisdom, 
you find yourself stuck? All the information is there but 
nothing seems to be working.

Then one day, out of work and out of money, you come up with a 
brainstorm.

You take all the information you learned about meditation,
remote viewing, out of body travel, and so on. You decide to 
mentally travel into the future to see what the results of 
tomorrows sports lottery will be. But just as the money starts 
rolling in you run into your future self.


You ignore him!


So another future self comes to see you, to change the past or 
maybe to change the future.

What if your future self offered you information about Love that 
has been kept secret for centuries? Information that will make 
all your dreams come true. Would you let go of the easy money?


As you take this book home, so you will need to choose also.



Klaus J. Joehle






Foreword

You are about to embark on a journey most of us only dreamed possible 
in these tiny moments when we dared to dream the seemingly impossible 
hopes.
Over the last 30 years I read all the books, spent countless hours-
meditating, visualizing, learning to travel out of my body but the 
whole time I felt like I was missing something. Also after a while 
all the books just seemed to be a rehash of the same material. 
Nothing new, at least that seemed to be making any real difference. 
Some time in November of 1995 after getting laid off work and having 
no intention of looking for work, I went to visit a friend of mine 
who at the time was working on his sports bets. We were talking about 
the bets and how much money he wasn't making, when a thought occurred 
to me.
I looked at my friend and suggested that maybe a person could use 
their subconscious mind to see into the future and figure out who was 
going to win the game.  He thought I was nuts and said that there was 
no way to predict the future, and he gave me about 20 reasons why it 
would not work. It's pretty obvious to me that he is a lot more 
thickheaded then I am. But the more I thought about it, the more I 
liked the idea. By the time I got home, I had it more or less worked 
out in my mind. I figured all I needed to do was to find a state of 
mind where the conscious and subconscious come together and worked 
together as one rather than being separate. It sounds simple and it 
was, even though it did take a while to work out the details and 
figure out a plan. I went back to the library and picked up a few 
more books. I played around with it for about a week or two, trying 
different things out. Anyway I took all the information I could find 
and mixed it all up, a little bit from here and a little bit from 
there. The conclusion that I came to was that I needed to be in a 
very deep meditating state, or a trance-like state of mind and then 
travel into the future to see the game results.
It worked and in no time at all I was in the money. I was making 
small bets and winning small amounts at a time. As time went by, I 
tried to get my friend to do the same thing. Figuring that this way 
we could compare answers and do even better, but he was scared and 
refused to have anything to do with it. I kept at him, but to no 
avail. Even though he was not even the least religious he kept saying 
that I might be breaking some cosmic law and may get more then I was 
bargaining for. Well as it turned out there is no such law in the 
universe, but it appears the Universe or All That There Is had its 
own plan. Totally unaware, I was walking right into it.
This is how it started but not how it ended. Even science is 
slowly realizing there is an invisible power we call Love. For 
centuries the word Love has been used to describe feelings and 
emotions but nothing has been said about this incredible power 
source that's responsible for sustaining all that is around us. 
Just imagine the life you could create if you know how to tap into 
this source. Just imagine the difference you could make in this 
world. The fact is that this source lies within all of us, we are 
born with it. For centuries the information has been passed down, 
to only a handful and I really mean only a handful. Trying to win 
the lottery has nothing to do with the information you are about 
to discover other than that it was the motivation that brought me 
to quiet my mind long enough for me to be shown something 
incredible that has been hidden right in front of us.
Sometimes I ask myself if the world is ready for this information? 
The only answer I get is from the many e-mails I have received and 
continue to receive. They are from people that are amazed at how 
incredible this information is and how easy and fast it works. I also 
worried whether or not it could be used wrongly or in a negative way, 
for it seems that some have tried it. Let this be a warning. Love 
Energy, for better wording is a conscious energy and is conscious of 
what you are trying to do. I speculate that this is why it works so 
well.    
The story you are about to read is true to the best of my ability to 
write it and the information you will discover in this book to the 
best of my knowledge has never been written about before. Although 
the power of Love is mentioned in many writings nowhere is it 
explained how to use this Love energy to create the life and Love you 
are looking for.
If you're tired of reading the same rehashed material over and over 
and are ready to take the next step then read on. You'll discover a 
little known secret about Love that no one ever imagined possible. If 
you find yourself reading a lot of books or searching for something 
to take you further, then this is the information you have been 
searching for. This is what we all have been searching for. 

All my Love 
Klaus Joehle 




Preface


A Controversial Note from the Author

This is my opinion, take what you like and leave the rest. 
It seems for as long as we have been on this planet we have found a 
way to destroy ourselves. We go to war and kill others by the 
thousands. We attack those who seem weaker than us and take what they 
have. We will, and have killed others for what we want and have even 
been killed in the attempt. Half the world seems to be reasonably at 
peace while the other half is raging in war. Even when we try to help 
those that can not defend themselves against an aggressor we end up 
becoming like the aggressor that we are trying to stop. For centuries 
we have been taught that we do not have the power to stop an 
aggressor other than by fighting and killing. It has become a vicious 
circle they're are those who desperately try to live in peace only to 
be attacked at sometime for what they have. We walk in fear of what 
others might do to us. We lock our doors lock our cars, install 
security alarms and all to no avail. There is another way. Here is an 
example. 
The people that lived in my home before me were broken into and 
robbed five times in seven years. Five times their home was 
vandalized and their things taken from them. On the other hand I have 
lived here in peace and for a long time, even though my neighbor did 
not. I have no alarms; my doors and windows are never locked. My 
vehicles are not locked and my garage door is always open with all 
the tools just sitting there. OK maybe sitting under the rubble. Even 
when we go away everything stays unlocked and when we return not even 
a blade of grass has been disturbed. I have not even seen the keys 
for this house since I moved in. Most would agree that this is being 
foolish and just waiting for trouble. Normally I would agree but you 
have not seen the information in this book in action, nor what it is 
capable of.
At one time I was convinced like many others that God just placed us 
here and gave us no power to create heaven on earth. But in time I 
realized that it did not make sense. At the same time I did not know 
where the power was or how to access it. 
To believe that God made us powerless to create heaven on earth and 
to believe that we are part of God and left powerless to stop those 
who want to destroy everything in their path, that's silly and there 
is no truth to it. The truth is we have the power to stop this and it 
lies inside of us waiting to be activated. The power that I'm 
speaking of is Love and we do not need to hurt those that would hurt 
us in order to stop them. 
Don't let the word Love, nor the way it has been described fool you, 
that is exactly how it has been hidden from us. I am amazed how the 
word Love has been worked over to make a mountain look like a pimple. 
Most people would agree that Love is one of the most powerful forces 
in the universe but that is as far as it goes. We have been taught 
and in many ways have taught ourselves that Love is a feeling and an 
unattainable force but that is not true. There is much more to Love 
and what we can do with it. The best way to hide something is to make 
it look like nothing, silly and wishy - washy.   The universe and all 
that you see is not a closed system nor is it a self-sustaining. It 
needs an outside source of energy and that is what we call Love. 
Think about it, whatever you believe created all of this also created 
us and in doing so also gave us the power to create heaven on earth. 
Does that not make sense?
Allot of people are scared of what tomorrow will bring for themselves 
and for their children.
I can't blame them but after you read this book you will agree that 
the only thing that's really scary is not having this information and 
to not be able to give it to our children.
I have learned to meditate and all kinds of wonderful things have 
come from our spiritual scientists from the east and Tibet. What 
always bothered me was the fact that after 500 years of meditating, 
Tibetans had to flee their country and leave their people to be 
enslaved, tortured and killed. I'm not trying to put them down I'm 
saying that something was missing along the way they and all of us 
missed something that could of at least kept us safe. If you can not 
keep yourself and your children safe while making the world a better 
place to live in, then there is something missing. Something is wrong 
with that picture. We are all waiting for God to come and straighten 
it all out, the fact is he gave us free will and he gave us the power 
to do it ourselves without hurting anyone or causing anyone harm. I 
know that saying this is a big statement but the proof is there, from 
the countless e-mail I get from people who have witnessed this same 
miracle, as I have. 
I am not religious other than that I believe in something larger and 
more loving than myself.
When I was younger I was sent to Sunday school like most of you but I 
felt that there was something not complete. It's like this. When 
Jesus said to turn the other cheek something was left out. That 
something was send and fill them with Love because that will stop 
them in their tracks, and of course the instructions on how to send 
Love in a way that is affective. If turning the other cheek works so 
well on its own then when they robbed your store or robbed your house 
then why not give them more then what they were looking for? If it 
works so well why are churches locked? The point of turning the other 
cheek was to not hit back but there was a piece of information 
missing. How to work with Love and how to activate this incredible 
power source to not only protect yourself but to also change the very 
person that is threatening you or your life and to live the life you 
want without fear.  
If you were in a place with no surface water and you had never seen a 
drilling rig then even if we all agreed that there is water we would 
still die of thirst. For if we do not know what a drilling rig is or 
how to use the rig, it would just sit there just like the Love inside 
of us. If Love is the most powerful force we know of. And if we can 
use it to change our lives, create the things we want, happiness, 
safety, Love, joy and so on, It is of no use if we do not know how to 
access it or where to get it.  
If I was talking of anything other then Love it would scare me but 
Love has a consciousness of its own and will not do any harm. As you 
read on you will come to discover this for yourself and you will be 
amazed beyond words.
The information I write in this book you will not find anywhere else, 
but that will change quickly. When I first wrote this book I placed 
it onto a web page to see if people were interested and to see if it 
was understandable, for some things are hard to express in words. The 
response was over whelming. People wrote in saying this is the 
missing piece and they were amazed at the results. Thank You for all 
your support. 
If you consider yourself what some call a light worker, or healer, or 
if your are at least trying to be one of these, this is the 
information you have been looking for. This is the information that 
will take you to your next step. 
To the Tibetans I apologize if the example I made offends you but it 
is time to know how to release the Love energy this world so 
desperately needs. 
This is for the two Tibetans who are of the few that know of this 
information and have held onto it tight. The time is now, one way or 
another it is time for people to know what loving power lies within 
them and it is time to release it.
It is time for people to be able to live in peace and without fear 
and to be able to create the life they want. It is fine what you have 
accomplished, that you have lived for a long time, and that you do 
not need to eat or drink water. That you at will can be invisible to 
the naked eye. But you have forgotten what it is like for those who 
have been convinced that they are powerless and are living under the 
fists of others. You may have had your reasons but in my mind and 
from what I have seen going on in the world they were not good enough 
to keep this to yourselves. That is where we bang heads and will 
continue to do so. But then you knew this was coming. I live well I 
live safe but it is time for others to be able to do so also.  
For those that believe in a God, he gave you the power to create 
heaven on earth and if you use it he will come or perhaps in a second 
he/she will already be here. Think about this. Do you do everything 
for your children or do you give them the skills and abilities to do 
it themselves?  If you are going to let this information go because 
it came from a nobody like myself instead of a high priest well 
that's up to you. You have the God given right and abilities to 
create the world that God wanted. 
Take what you like and leave the rest for someone that will Love it. 
As it should be.
For those that have and continue to write me, I apologize that you 
will most likely receive only short notes back, because there is too 
much and too little time. All the information is here in this book. 
How I found the information, how to work with it, what to expect, and 
some of my own experiences. That is all I have to give you other than 
my Love. Take the information and run with it. In two years you will 
look back and be amazed at what you have accomplished. We will all 
be. In the next few pages I will try to answer some of the most asked 
questions. I hope that this will help?
All my Love to you on your journey!
Klaus J Joehle  
 

Acknowledgements
To my sweetheart and wife
Who helped so much 
Roberta Joehle 

Lets fall in Love 
Every moment, day, night, week, year
 
All my love
Klaus

 


Editorial Method

Spelling and Grammar?

Perfect spelling has never fed a hungry child.
Perfect grammar has never mended a broken heart
A finely pressed suit only hides the glow of love that is 
missing
A lack of love is the only imperfection I know
So get over it
The need for Perfect spelling and perfect grammar
Is boring, time consuming elusions that hide what is truly 
needed.
Thirty to fifty hours more editing would have made this perfect.
 But instead it fed some starving children.
So I hope that each word and each sentence of imperfection
Reminds you of what's really important.


I did pay to have this book edited once and upon its return 
there were still many errors.
After its return my wife took over and after many long hours of 
editing and re-editing
She gave into one healthy fact of life
Nothing is Perfect
Or maybe it is 
My wife believes everything is perfect in it's own special way…



Introduction

For centuries certain information about Love and the amount of 
power it gives you has been kept secret and hidden.  That's all 
about to change.  If you want to create the life you have 
dreamed about than read on. 

In all honesty the last thing I wanted to do was become a 
writer, especially writing about Love.  If it weren't for the 
amount of power and ability that Love gave me to create the life 
I wanted… I wouldn't even consider it.  Using Love I have found 
that I can virtually instantly create everything I want.  Using 
Love I have gained so much ability and power to create what I 
desire, that if it wasn't Love that I was using then it would 
almost be scary.  My life has turned into a fairy tale and is 
beyond anything I have ever hoped possible for myself. I know 
that this sounds like a big statement to make.  But it's quite 
true. Even my sweetheart who was open minded but also skeptical 
had little choice but to believe, because the Magic is an every 
day thing almost beyond words.  The amount of personal power 
that Love gives you, not to control others but to create your 
life and your experiences is overwhelming. The beautiful thing 
about it is that it also seems always to work out the best for 
everyone in the end.  After all if it wasn't all that great then 
it wouldn't have been kept a secret.   
 
Working and creating with Love is very easy, there is a little 
knack to it, but extremely easy to learn.  The list of what you 
can do with Love or perhaps I could say Love energy is endless.  
I could give you several hundred examples.  You'll find quite a 
few examples in this book Living on Love "The Messenger" .  My 
favorite saying is Take what you like and leave the rest for 
someone that might Love it.  The choice is yours.   
 
All our Love to you on your journey and choices. 

Klaus J. Joehle 




Chapter One

It was early winter. Usually at this time of the year it is quite 
cold, but this year was warm, almost like summer. It was a very 
cloudy day, and it looked like it was going to rain.
I was at home trying to write this book, but I just could not 
figure out how to tell this story. I am not a writer and have 
never written a thing before. I tried for several hours to write, 
and even though I had made some rough outlines and notes of things 
that had happened, I still could not get any further than the 
first pages. I couldn't find the words to explain what had gone on 
two years ago that changed my life forever.   Finally I gave up 
and decided to drive downtown to run some errands. 
I parked my car in a place I knew I could leave it all afternoon 
without having to pay for parking or get a ticket, and walked to 
the various places I wanted to go.  After I had done my running 
around, I decided to stop and see a friend of mine named Henry, 
and ask if he wanted to go for a drink. 
It doesn't take much to twist Henry's arm and we were at the bar 
in no time at all. It's a small quiet bar called Hy's. After we 
were there for several hours I decided it was time to go home. 
When I stepped outside it was pouring rain which is very unusual 
for this time of year…not to mention that it very seldom rains 
this hard here in Calgary.
I knew I was going to get soaked so I quickly ran from one 
sheltered spot to another, not that it helped; it's just one of 
those weird things we do even though logically it makes no sense. 
It was already dark and with the rain it was hard to see. I was 
standing under a small shelter trying to get my bearings. As I 
looked around I realized I was standing on a small deck covered 
with a roof, almost like a house verandah. A small sign for 
Neena's Bar flashed in the window.
I didn't remember ever seeing this place before. The whole place 
was maybe only 15 feet wide. It almost looked like it had squeezed 
itself right between two giant brick buildings. 
I stepped inside. Looking around, I saw that there seemed to be 
only two people in the place other than the bartender. To the 
right there was a very small bar about ten feet long. A woman with 
long curly blond hair was sitting at the bar, talking to the 
bartender.  To the left one man wearing a hat was sitting at a 
table. I walked over to the bar and sat down one stool from the 
blond woman.
As I sat down, she turned and said, "Is it still raining outside?"
"Yes, harder then ever," I answered.  A shiver went up my spine.
"What can I get you?" the bartender asked.
"Scotch and rocks."
I looked at my wet pants and thought that I should have stopped 
somewhere else. Hot chocolate would have been nice. As I glanced 
around I wondered why I had come in here. The place felt eerie.
"Get him the good stuff, Danny." The blond woman interrupted my 
thoughts.
"Okay," said the bartender.
With a sheepish grin, I thought, this is going to cost me.
"Don't worry about it, it's on the house," said the blond woman as 
if she heard my thoughts.
"Thanks," I said, pleasantly surprised.  And briefly glancing at 
her, I thought I could count with one hand the amount of times 
I've heard that statement. 
She was very beautiful, with long curly blond hair that looked 
like it was as soft as silk. I shyly glanced away and continued 
looking around at the surroundings, thinking this place feels 
strange but homey and safe at the same time.   
The bartender put the glass of Scotch in front of me with no ice 
in it. I was going to say something, but he was still holding onto 
the glass.
"We don't have hot chocolate, but I can heat this up for you!" he 
said quickly.
"Hot Scotch, never heard of it!" I frowned at him.
"It's quite good, try it," said the blond woman.   
"Well, why not?" I was always willing to try something new.
My hair was wet and the water was dripping down my face. I was 
just going to ask where the washroom was when the bartender handed 
me a towel.
"Thanks."
I wiped my hair and face and as I put down the towel, I noticed 
out of the corner of my eye that the blond woman had moved to the 
chair next to me.  That made me a bit nervous. I didn't look at 
her, but watched the bartender heat up my Scotch and waited for 
him to bring it back.  The bar was ghostly quiet; no music was 
playing, no radio, not a sound, which is very unusual. This had 
the makings of another weird night. I thought to myself.  
The bartender put down my glass of hot scotch in front of me and 
stood back waiting. I lifted the glass knowing that there were 
four eyes staring at me, and I took a sip. 
I turned towards the blond woman. "Boy, it evaporates before it 
even hits your stomach! It's quite good, thank you."
We made eye contact about the same time that she smiled, and that 
was a mistake.  Her eyes were like a calm ocean reflecting the 
moon and all the stars.  I looked away, embarrassed. Danny was 
standing a few feet away washing some glasses. I sat in silence, 
staring forward and warming my hands on my glass of hot scotch. 
The quiet caused my mind to go back to my book. Maybe I should 
take a course, I thought to myself, or better yet, maybe I should 
forget the whole thing. That thought gave me a temporary feeling 
of relief.
"By the way, my name is Neena." The blond woman smiled.
I almost spilled my scotch. I tend to be a deep thinker and need 
to be brought back gently.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Neena held out her hand.
"It's okay, I'm Klaus."
"Nice to meet you, Klaus.  This good looking gentleman behind the 
bar is Danny."
"So why the big frown?"
"I didn't realize I was frowning"
"Girl friend problems?"
"No," I sipped my warm scotch.  
"You might as well tell her, she won't quit until you do." Danny 
grinned from behind the bar.
"It's a long story," I said, shaking my head.
Neena leaned forward and gave me one of those 'we've got all 
night' looks. I nervously took another big sip of my scotch. 
"Bring Klaus another one, Danny," said Neena.
"Actually, I really should go home," I said out loud, while 
another part of me said more please!  There definitely is a lush 
in there somewhere.
Danny paid no attention to what I said and began pouring another 
drink.
"Come on, spill your guts, Klaus! Let's have it," Neena demanded, 
almost putting her face in mine to get me to make eye contact.
Part of me said, look at her, you big chicken.
"Klaus!" said Neena loudly.
I felt a fist hit my arm, interrupting my inner thoughts.   
"What?" I was a little annoyed at being punched by a stranger.
"Come on, out with it!" she commanded.
Looking at her eyes, I wondered how many swords had been drawn to 
fight over those eyes. My lips began to move even ahead of my 
thoughts. I hate it when that happens.
"I'm trying to write a book about something that happened a while 
back, but I have no idea how to write it or even where to begin. 
It's way over my head," I said vowing to myself never to look in 
those eyes again.
"What's it about?" she asked, as Danny put my drink in front of 
me.
"It's about angels, sort of more about Love, I guess; about life, 
the reason for living, mostly about Love, I think..." I wished I 
had stopped somewhere else.
"Now that's interesting.  So what happened?"  Neena was definitely 
very persistent.
I shook my head. "It's a long story, and it's really bizarre."
Danny laughed. "If you make it out of here without telling her 
this story, that will be bizarre."
I shook my head again. "I wouldn't even know where to start."
I thought about it for a minute because in some way, I was itching 
to tell somebody.  Considering that I would probably never see 
these people again, this was probably the perfect opportunity, but 
where would I start?
"Start at the very beginning," Neena brought me back from my 
thoughts.
Danny was leaning forward and ready to listen.  He was obviously 
enjoying this.
"I have to tell you, it's a very strange story," I said.
"We're all ears." Neena was gleaming from her victory.
I can see that, I thought to myself.
"Give me a moment to collect my thoughts," I said.


Truth

What is imagination?
What is reality?
What is truth?
Is reality what we imagine?
Or is that
Which we imagine
Reality?
Then what is truth?

Chapter Two

"Does a story really have a beginning or even have an end? Where 
does it begin and where does it end?  Does it begin at the start 
of a trip, the end of a trip..."
I stopped for a second to see if they were still with me.
"Or does it start when we made certain decisions which lead us to 
the path that led to the start of the story?  Or does a story 
start when we leave for the journey, or when we start packing, or 
when we make the plans?  And when does it end?  If a story has 
changed us, does it end when we stop talking about it? And what is 
the important part? All the decisions that were made or the paths 
that were followed, a story is like the point where four roads 
meet? Let's face it … there is no beginning and no end."
If you ever want to get rid of someone, just give them a line like 
that...it will blow them away like dry leaves in the summer wind.  
I was looking at both of them, trying to hold back the smile that 
was building in me from the anticipation of watching them blow in 
the wind.
"I agree totally," said Danny. Neena nodded her head in agreement.
"It's sort of like truth. What is truth? Sometimes truth can be 
really puzzling," answered Neena.  Obviously she was not blowing 
in the wind.
"What do you mean?" I asked, quite surprised that this might turn 
into a conversation.
"For instance, "she said, "ten people watch an accident happen. 
There are ten versions of what had happened and the only thing we 
know for sure is that there are several cars smashed.  And then 
there is the question when did it really happen? Did it start when 
one car went out of control or did it start when the drivers got 
into their cars? They say our thoughts create our reality, and if 
that's so, then when did this accident really start?"   
Danny and I both nodded our heads in agreement.
"Take that wallpaper over there," Danny noted. "We all see it, but 
is it the truth? What we see are colors and stripes; what we don't 
see are the people that work at the factories, making this paper, 
their fears, and their dreams. Nor do we see the trees that the 
paper came from and the people that built the wall, hoping to be 
able to feed their families, nor the owner hoping to make enough 
money to pay for all of this.  All we see is colors and stripes.  
But that's not really the truth."
During the silence that followed, I took another sip of my scotch. 
I don't know why, but a dream I've had since I was a small child 
came to my mind. I was thinking about it when Neena interrupted my 
thoughts.
"There's that frown again." Neena nudged me with her elbow.  I 
must have been feeling safe because my lips started to speak again 
without my total consent.
"I was just thinking of a dream I had when I was a kid. I believed 
that the world could be one big garden. You know what I mean, 
cities built in and around gardens, where everybody is happy, 
playing, planting fruit trees, flowers, berry bushes, and picking 
fruit.  Playing with the wild life, animals like deer and rabbits 
and foxes running around not afraid of humans but drawn to them. 
People not afraid of people.  Everyone caring for each other 
instead of beating each other down."   I gestured with my hands. 
"Just a stupid dream, like anybody will ever see that happen, 
we're too busy blowing everything up and trying to make more money 
than our neighbors..."
"You never know!" Danny reached under the bar and brought out a 
strange green bottle. I saw it had a cork in it but no label.   
"I've been saving this for a special occasion," Danny said with a 
strange gleam in his eye.
I looked at the bottle. "Where did you get that from, a pirate 
ship?"
Danny set down three glasses in a row and smiled. "No, not quite."
"It looks old," I said, as Danny tried to pull the cork.
"It is." Neena answered.  "Very old!"
"What is it?"
They looked at each other for a moment, and Danny started to pour.
I shrugged my shoulders. "Okay then, what's the special occasion?"
I don't know if it was the scotch or the company, but I felt at 
ease and safe, even though they didn't answer my question. There 
was only enough in the bottle to fill three glasses half full. 
Danny put the empty bottle back under the bar and handed each of 
us a glass. It was thick and a dark blood-red color.  I held it to 
my nose. It smelled sweet but had no scent of alcohol.
"It doesn't have any alcohol," Neena said.
I smiled.  "What will we drink to?"
"To dreams. May they be beautiful and come true." Neena raised her 
glass.
"Here, here!" Danny sounded like a pirate.
It was incredible. It tasted like berries, sweet and thick, but I 
could not tell what kind of berry it was made of.  My taste buds 
just came alive.  I took another sip and another, and slipped into 
a world of my own. It felt like every cell in my body had sprung 
to life. The lush in me took over and by the time Neena said "you 
might want to take it slow!" it was too late.  I was already 
sucking up the last drop and looking for more. 
By the time I put down my glass both of them were laughing very 
hard. Looking at the other glasses I realized that they had only 
sipped theirs. It must have been the way I looked at Neena's glass 
that made her move it further away from my reach.  I had no choice 
but to laugh with them.  My mind was as clear as a bell.  I also 
felt very energized. 
"Wow! That's good stuff! I'll take a case..."
They were still laughing.
"Man, I feel like I could hog tie a dinosaur."
I'm pretty sure I had a grin on my face that would have been the 
envy of any clown.
Neena put her hand on mine. "So now that you know we're not going 
to ridicule you, maybe you would like to tell us this story about 
angels and Love."
"All right," I said, "fair's fair."
"Start from the beginning and don't leave anything out." she said.   
"Just let me get my bearings," I slid my empty Scotch glass 
towards Danny so he could refresh it.


Just the way it is

The world is one big bowl of soup
Spinning around
And if peas and carrots
don't like each other
That's too bad.
Because they're sure going
to see a lot of each other
And nobody is leaving until
We are all nice and tender 
That's just the way it is



Chapter Three

As Danny finished pouring my drink, I collected my thoughts.  I 
reached in my coat pocket for my cigarettes. I glanced around to 
see if the gentleman was still sitting at his table. It looked 
like he had not moved an inch, rather odd especially since he 
hadn't been served the whole time I was there, and that had been 
almost an hour.
Danny put my drink in front of me while I took a drag of my 
cigarette.
"So, Klaus," Danny had a smirk on his face. "Am I pronouncing your 
name right?"
"Close enough." I stirred the ice in my glass.
"I figured you might want a cold one this time." Danny was still 
grinning.
"Your instincts were right. Thank you!" I grinned back.
"So how about that story?"
"I spent most of my life, except for the last couple of years, 
very unhappily. It's hard to explain but there has been a deep 
inner sadness. Actually a better way to explain it is that there 
seemed to be no happiness in me. Perhaps I should say happiness 
was just missing and no matter what happened, good or bad, it just 
was not there, and I could not do anything about it."
"You see, this is the problem… to really understand what I mean 
you need to know the rest of the story but at the same time I 
can't really tell you the story without telling you this part." I 
shook my head. 
Danny came around the bar to grab a barstool, carried it to where 
he had been standing, and sat down.
"I can see the feelings, Klaus, but I can't hear them," Neena 
said.
"Just thinking about those days makes me feel a little sad," I 
said, in a low voice. 
"Didn't people notice you were sad?" Neena's sympathetic voice was 
trying to help me along.
"That part really doesn't matter," I said.  "But as far as the 
unhappiness goes, I tried all sorts of things over the years.  I 
even watched other people to see what brought them happiness and 
then tried the same things. For instance, I noticed that when 
people purchased a new car they would be really happy…at least for 
a while. Or they'd act happy if they were getting into a 
relationship. There's an endless amount of things people do to be 
happy, and I basically tried them all. It may sound strange but 
none of these things did anything for me. As a matter of fact, a 
lot of the time it made me more miserable than I was before, 
simply because I was waiting for something to happen and nothing 
did. One crazy example comes to mind. I remember buying a new car, 
thinking that this would bring me happiness, but after I bought 
the car, I ended up sitting in it for two or three hours waiting 
for happiness or joy to flow over me like it seems to do for other 
people. But nothing happened. I was not any happier than before I 
bought the car. Yet it appears that this is not the case with 
other people. But I did not stop trying.  I tried many other 
things over the years. I've read hundreds of books of all kinds 
from meditation to mind power, mind control, thinking positive, 
books on Love, books on life, all kinds of self-help books, but 
nothing helped. It was like there was something missing in me. But 
I also noticed that I was not the only one, there were lots of 
other people in much the same situation.  Knowing that I was not 
the only one really didn't help much.  In one way I was determined 
to solve this problem yet in another way I felt hopeless and many 
times gave up.  I also took courses, and joined some self help 
groups. The most interesting of all was when I decided to go for 
therapy. It was a sad time for me, and I was convinced that there 
was something wrong with me.  But after three weeks of spilling my 
guts, I was told that I was fine and most definitely still sane, 
which was good to hear, and I was also told that there was no 
reason to continue with the sessions. All I needed to do was find 
something that I really enjoyed doing, and go for it. It's too bad 
that it was not quite that easy."
I stopped for a moment to light another cigarette when I noticed 
Danny was chuckling to himself.
"So what's so amusing to you about all of this?"
"I have never actually met someone before who would sit in a car 
for two or three hours waiting for happiness to spring up. But I 
salute your determination." Danny gave me a salute and a big grin.
"Then this unhappiness was your driving force?" Neena asked.
"Exactly. Instead of searching for money, fame, Love, career, or 
any of the normal things that people spend their lives trying to 
achieve, all I wanted was to be happy. Another way of saying it 
would be that I wanted to be free of the pain and the grief it was 
causing me."
I fell into deep thought as I watched the smoke curl upwards from 
my cigarette. I thought about some of the things that a lack of 
happiness makes you do and some of the paths that it leads you 
down. There was also something else on my mind and I was trying to 
decide whether or not I should say anything about it, when Neena 
interrupted my thoughts.
"It would be surprising if you had never thought of ending it all, 
or perhaps making an attempt!" she said.
I looked at Neena. Seeing the sparkles in her eyes, I thought 
obviously the universe has brought some of its best players into 
this game and is leaving nothing to chance. It appears that the 
universe knows me better than I was aware of.
I stood up and asked where the washroom was. I wanted a moment to 
collect my thoughts. Danny pointed to a small wooden plank door at 
the end of the bar.
The washroom was not very big, not much bigger than an outhouse 
with no windows and definitely no way to escape, if a person was 
so inclined.  I thought about everything that I had said so far 
and decided to continue.  After all, I had nothing to lose.


Life

Sometimes life is like
A giant poker game
That just goes on and on
And when we get really good at it
Then the universe might throw us a curve
Just to make us think
Maybe it can get even better
And so,
The game goes on.  

Chapter Four 

When I came out of the washroom I saw that the man at the table 
was still there. As I walked back to the bar, I kept my distance 
from him.  One very important rule to remember when playing with 
the universe is that you need to play with respect, and preferably 
show respect; it's not that the universe will get upset at you, 
just that it might deal you a new card, because the universe also 
likes to teach.  One of the things you do not want the universe to 
teach you is how to respect the game, believe me; I've been there 
and done that.
I sat on my barstool and drank the last of my scotch in one 
swallow. As I lit another cigarette I checked to make sure I had 
enough cigarettes to last, because it was going to be a long 
night.
Danny was pouring some orange juice in two glasses and asked if I 
would like the same. I hadn't noticed it before but apparently 
Neena and Danny had finished drinking whatever it was that had 
come out of that little green bottle.
"Yes, please! That's a really good idea." I said.
Danny put one glass of orange juice in front of me and one in 
front of Neena and sat down on his stool. There was a moment of 
silence.
"I guess I might as well tell you everything," I said with a 
slight hesitation.  "In all, there were three times that I had 
decided to end it. They weren't really physical attempts, but 
nevertheless it was enough to cause quite the commotion."
"Are you sure you want to me to tell you this part or do you want 
me to skip over it?"
"Did anything interesting happen during those times?" asked Danny.
"Oh, most definitely!" I said, sarcastically. "My life has been 
one big song and dance."
"This should be interesting!" Neena looked at Danny as they both 
chuckled.  I ignored them.
"Well, the first time was quite a few years ago. Things were 
actually not that bad except that I was unhappy. I had everything 
that should make a person happy, but that was not the case. The 
problem that got me so depressed at that time was that I had spent 
several months reading a few books and trying to make a very 
serious attempt at being happy. I had put a lot of effort in it, 
but had zero results.  I felt like it was getting worse rather 
than better, and the straw that finally broke the camel's back 
came one night when I was reading a new book I had just picked up 
earlier that day.  In this book, the person who wrote it described 
meeting some great teacher who taught him various fascinating 
things. What really upset me was that this person had some magical 
teacher come to him out of the blue and teach him all he wanted to 
know, while I have to struggle with my problems on my own. The 
other part that upset me was that he told about certain 
interesting things that he learned but did not give the 
instructions on how to do it. What's the point of telling me these 
things without giving me instructions? A waste of paper and a 
waste of my time." I leaned over towards Neena, and whispered, "My 
attitude at that time had bottomed out a bit."
I shook my head. "I remember it all, really clearly.  I felt that 
the universe had forgotten about me. I was so frustrated and mad 
that I threw the book against the wall, and in my mind I screamed 
that if I didn't get some help right away, tomorrow morning I was 
going to take my car to the mountains and drive it over the cliff. 
I could feel the anger flowing through my veins. In the long run, 
I probably would not have done it but at that moment in my mind 
the decision was made. I figured that as long as I was here the 
universe could ignore me, but when I'm no longer here and standing 
in front of it, it's going to be a lot more difficult to ignore me 
then!"
"I don't know how long it was exactly, but I would say that no 
more than five minutes after I had screamed those words in my 
mind, it started.  My inner senses just seemed to spring to life 
and I could feel something very big. It was huge and it seemed to 
be trying to squeeze itself into my apartment but it was just too 
big, and ended up taking up space in the entire apartment block, 
and even that was not enough. I really couldn't see anything, nor 
hear anything, but I could feel it with my whole being, that's the 
only way that I can describe it.  I can't tell you how scared I 
was. I don't think I've ever been that scared. I almost peed my 
bed." 
"I had a small but open apartment, and from my bed I could see the 
hallway, part of the kitchen, and a large part of my living room, 
All the lights were on because I don't like the dark.  As soon as 
it gets dark, I've always felt like there is something big 
standing behind me, watching me. The dark has scared me for as 
long as I can remember. So I always keep the lights on, I don't 
even like dark corners, who knows what might be lurking in there? 
Within a few seconds, the lights started to flash on and off. It 
was almost musical. I was literally shaking with fear. I could 
feel and sense this presence forming and all of a sudden, I heard 
a voice in my head.  It said, loudly and firmly, "You should know 
better...!"
"And that was it. The lights stopped blinking and whatever it was 
left.  I was so scared that even though I needed to go to the 
washroom really badly, I did not leave my bed until the next 
morning. Nor did I sleep in my apartment the next night.  The 
weird part was that there was a strange hush that came over the 
entire apartment building and stayed for several weeks.  I heard 
two other people talking in the laundry room several days later, 
and apparently other people in the apartment building had also 
sensed something, but could not explain what it was."
"This whole incident was enough to keep me from whining about my 
circumstances for almost two years. But then it started to wear 
off."  
I stopped to take another drink of my orange juice.
"What did you think it was that came to visit you?" Neena asked.
I shook my head. "I don't know, and I really don't want to know! 
Obviously I pissed somebody off, and frankly I just want to leave 
it at that because whoever came to visit was not in a good mood."
"Time passed and things did not improve. Actually, things began to 
deteriorate even more and it was becoming more and more difficult 
for me to fake it. Putting a smile on your face and pretending to 
be happy when you're not uses up an enormous amount of energy. 
Besides, it really scared the heck out of me, but in a strange 
way, I was prepared for the second time, and I was not going to 
just lay there shivering with fear. I planned on putting up a 
fight.  After all, I have a right to be happy. When you're really 
depressed and down you usually don't think straight.   And the 
bottom line is, I asked for help and didn't receive any."
I thought about what I had said for a minute. "Actually, that's 
not totally true," I said with a smirk.
"Oh, so you did get some help, then?" Neena asked.
"Yes. I won a trip to Mexico and while I was there, I met someone 
who could probably have helped me, but there were some strings 
attached and I just was not ready for it.  But on the other hand, 
my path in life would have changed and perhaps I would never have 
had the opportunity to figure out how to win the lottery. And in 
some way that alone was almost worth it.  Also, it might have 
meant that the story that I'm going to tell you would probably not 
have happened and that would be a big loss."   
"Wait a minute! Are you trying to tell me that you figured out how 
to win the lottery?" Danny crossed his arms over his chest as if 
trying to tell me that such a thing was impossible.
"Yes, but we'll get to that later."
"Did you win more than once?" His eyes were as big as watermelons.
"Oh yeah." I pushed my chair away from the bar and stood up. I 
needed to stretch a bit.
"So did you get your butt kicked the second time around?" Neena 
smirked.
"No, not really. Quite the opposite, Don't you have any music?" I 
said, trying to change the subject. "It's too quiet in here!"
Danny stood up and walked over to a small tape player that was 
sitting on one of the shelves. He inserted a tape and adjusted the 
volume. I don't know what it was but it sounded like some kind of 
new age music that covered the silence nicely.


Home

Home, the next place I rest my soul
The crossroads of life
Where to plant some seeds of faith
Grow some crops of Love
And ponder which path to take next
Before heading Home
To the next crossroads of life
Where to plant some...    


Chapter Five 

I stretched a bit and sat down on my stool, planning on taking a 
break and listening to some music for a bit, but Danny gave me a 
look of impatience and tapped his fingers on the bar.  I took the 
hint.
"It was roughly about two years later. Emotionally I was in the 
same place as before, only this time I had lost my job and was 
heading for my first bankruptcy. Losing my job or going into 
bankruptcy wasn't the worst of it. I had been working very hard 
for about one year in a support group and the only results that 
came from all the work was that I made some friends and got to 
whine a bit. Actually I got a few things off my chest but I still 
was not happy."
"So did you try anything else over those two years, other than the 
support group?" Neena asked. 
"I tried lots of different things, but in one way or another it 
almost felt like something was stopping me from finding happiness. 
At that time nothing really made sense. I understand it now but 
back then, it was driving me nuts."
Everyone fell into silence. My mind was caught up in the past.
"I remember now. I was really upset. I was getting mad, you know? 
I was mad at the universe. In a lot of ways I was upset at 
whatever had come and visited me. What right did this thing have 
to scare me half to death but at the same time not really helping, 
just telling me I should know better? How am I supposed know 
better? I was ready for a fight! I was also very tired of life.  
Nothing seemed to work for me and everything I touched seemed to 
turn to dust.  I guess the best way to describe it would be to say 
that without happiness life just becomes an endless night.  There 
was also an enormous deep inner pain that I just couldn't get rid 
of. It's nearly impossible for me to verbally express all the 
feelings and emotions that had at that time. I just couldn't 
understand why something like inner happiness, something that is 
supposed to be very natural would be so difficult for me to get, 
and it was driving me up the wall. I can get very cranky when I 
don't get what I want, especially if I work really hard for it. I 
should mention that I wasn't always totally unhappy. I had happy 
moments but I wasn't satisfied with the amount of happiness I had 
and I wanted more.  Do you understand what I mean? "
Neena looked at me. "Yes, I think I understand."
"Did you really think that you could win with something that's 
perhaps a hundred times your size?" Danny asked.
I shook my head. "Winning is not always important. What is 
important is making the stand. Obviously the stand I was making 
wasn't exactly the right one. I just thought that life had nothing 
to offer me and I wanted to go somewhere else. What has always 
amazed me is that people will fight for rocks, dirt, and 
everything else except for Love and joy.  Those are really the 
things that are worth fighting for. Everything else is nothing 
more than temporary."
Danny nodded in agreement.
"It was about one o'clock in the morning.  I had made my decision 
that in the morning, I would simply drive to the mountains and 
make it look like an accident. But shortly after I made up my 
mind, I started to feel really peaceful. It was something I had 
never felt before. I was just lying there peacefully on my bed.  I 
guess during that time I must have dozed off into a half-sleep and 
half-awake kind of state, and in that trance-like state I had a 
vision. It was as real as anything was, just like I was there 
physically. I was standing in the middle of an art gallery.  I was 
looking around when I noticed that a lot of the pictures that were 
hanging on the walls were actually mine. That's when the fun 
began. I heard a door open and a woman walked in. She was tall and 
slim, with straight blond hair almost down to her shoulders, milky 
white skin, and large eyes. Before I knew it, she was standing 
directly in front of me. She was incredibly beautiful. The only 
way I can say it is to say she was more beautiful than her 
features. You could see the beauty even though it went beyond 
appearance.  We were standing face to face no more than one foot 
apart."
She asked, "Are you Klaus?"
"The second she said that, it felt like every cell in my body had 
come to life and was paying attention. It was like I was made up 
of billions and billions of cells and each one had their own 
consciousness and at that very moment each one was paying 
attention. It was the weirdest feeling but at the same time one 
the most beautiful things I have ever experienced. It was like 
every cell in my body was an individual that had a stake in my 
life.  They were almost like little beings, all working together 
to create my physical body so that I can live and experience 
physical life.  I got the impression that everything I do affects 
them and matters to them. I tried to answer her question but I 
couldn't.  There was too much going on in my body, so I just 
nodded my head. She put out her hand and as we shook hands, she 
said, "I would like you to stick around for awhile. It will all 
made sense later."
"Her voice was like listening to a thousand angels. Every cell in 
my body was still paying attention. It was overwhelming. 
Unfortunately, the second she stopped talking it was over, and I 
was back in my bed, wide-awake.  Over the next few months I became 
obsessed with this vision and tried to go there many times, but 
with no success. Not even close." 
"What was it that obsessed you so much about this vision?" Neena 
asked.
"I thought that maybe I would meet this person in real life. It 
was a silly idea, but a flicker of hope nevertheless. The hope 
alone kept me going for almost three years, a long three years I 
might add. But I think that was the plan. The universe probably 
figured that if it couldn't scare me into sticking around then 
seducing me might work better.  Obviously it worked at least for a 
while."
"Maybe it was a chemical imbalance in your body. Did you ever 
think of that?" Danny asked.  
"Oh, yeah. I thought about that, and even saw several doctors, but 
the bottom line is that I would rather suffer than be on some kind 
of drugs for the rest of my life.  Most of them have serious side 
effects, and I was also afraid that some of the drugs might cause 
me in some way never to be happy without them.  I also had some 
hope that someday I would find the answer. Drugs are only a 
temporary solution; they do not solve the problem or the issue 
that is really causing the problem in the first place. As far as I 
am concerned happiness and Love should not have anything to do 
with circumstances or experiences or my physical body."
The Last Stand   

"Oh, my, aren't we the stubborn one?
Oh yes we are.
The universe you would stand against,
A thousand warriors, swords of steel drawn,
Five hundred heavy horses,
Against them you would stand with your dagger of straw
I have been a warrior forever and a day
And I do not know everything,
But this I know:
The blood will run this day
It will be yours my friend
And also mine.
For with honor I must stay.
So I ask you
Think
Is this a good day to die?  

Chapter Six

"I'm pretty sure that it was close to three years later. It was 
early in the evening. I had gone out for dinner but couldn't eat. 
I was totally down and depressed, basically in tears. I got into 
my car and started driving. I was so numb and exhausted that I 
just headed down the highway towards the mountains. For some 
reason the feeling or knowing that within one or two hours it 
would all be over gave me a sense of relief."
"That's the problem with suicide: people think it's a way out, but 
actually it just starts the whole process again," Neena observed.
"I agree. But when you're down far enough, nothing matters 
anymore, other than to be free of that darkness even for a short 
while. I would have given anything just to be happy for a week. 
That's just the way it was." 

Neena nodded her head sympathetically.
"Somewhere along the way you must have changed your mind, 
otherwise you wouldn't be here today," said Danny.
I don't know why, but for some reason Danny's upper lip was 
quivering. I thought that was rather amusing.
"Actually, I didn't change my mind. It's like this. About 30 
minutes out of Calgary there used to be a gas station. I had 
plenty of gas in my car, but for some strange reason, as soon as I 
passed that gas station my engine sputtered and jerked. It would 
barely drive five miles an hour. It was like someone was turning 
the motor on and off really fast. I looked at my gas gauge and 
there was plenty of gas. Also it was a new car.  I decided to 
cross the highway and head back to the gas station, figuring that 
maybe there was something wrong with the electronic ignition. But 
as soon as I got near the gas station, the car started to run 
perfectly.  There was no point in trying to repair it, I thought, 
as long it would make the trip.  After that, it really doesn't 
matter anymore. So I decided to cross the highway again in order 
to head back to the mountains."
"I had to drive about a mile down the highway before I found a 
place to cross over. I was in such a bad mood that I didn't even 
care if I had to push the car there.  I crossed the highway and 
headed back towards the mountains. But as soon as I reached the 
gas station again the car began to sputter and jerk! I tried 
shifting the gears, turning the lights and the ignition on and 
off, but nothing seemed to help. The car sputtered along until I 
came to another highway crossing. The way the car was running I 
barely made it across. It took about 10 to 15 minutes to get back 
to the gas station because the car was running so poorly. The 
motor stalled a couple of times, but I got it started again. As 
soon as I got near the gas station, the motor came back to life 
and was running perfectly. So I passed the gas station and drove 
to the highway crossing, about a mile down. The car was still 
running fine. I crossed the highway and started heading back 
towards the mountains again. The stupid car ran fine until I was 
close to the gas station, then the same thing happened. The motor 
started to sputter and turn on and off. I was really getting very 
frustrated and decided to just keep driving the way it was, but 
the further away from the gas station I got, the worse the car was 
running. Finally, I had no choice but to cross the highway again, 
and sure enough as soon as I reached the gas station the car ran 
fine. It just sprang to life and purred like a kitten."
"Why didn't you stop at the gas station and have someone check it 
out?" Danny asked.
"It was about nine or ten at night, and I didn't think that there 
would be a mechanic there at that time. Besides it was running 
fine on the other side of the highway and in some way I knew that 
there was nothing wrong with the car.  I wasn't going to let the 
universe stop me that easily, not this time."
"Talk about stubborn." Neena shook her head.
"Maybe, but I was mad, and I was going to show the universe that 
I've had enough."
"Let me guess.  You kept this up until your car fell apart." Danny 
grinned as if he knew better.
"Something like that, but not quite." I said,  "But I did keep 
going around in circles until about 9 or 10 the next morning."
They broke out in laughter. I had no choice but to join them. 
Looking back at this now, it seemed insane.  And it probably was.
"You mean you finally gave up?" Neena carefully wiped the tears 
from her cheeks.
"No, I didn't really give up.  It's more like I was exhausted and 
I decided to go to the gas station and have something to eat and 
gas up. Then I was going to continue. It's a good thing that they 
had an all night restaurant. I drove to the gas station and had 
the man fill up my tank. I remember that the attendant gave me a 
strange look, but I didn't pay much attention to it. I parked the 
car and went inside the restaurant. It was very quiet. There was 
only a couple of old truck drivers sitting at the main counter. So 
I took a seat in a small booth. I guess by that time I was almost 
delirious. I must have looked like hell. My face was probably 
drooping, my eyes bloodshot and my cheeks stained with tears.  The 
waitress came over with a coffee mug and took one look at me, and 
with a very humorous and concerned look asked if I was the one 
that had been driving his car back and forth all night."
They were still laughing. While reaching for my cigarette, I 
showed them my best frown, but that just made them laugh even 
harder.
"Oh yeah, you go ahead and laugh!  Some day the shoe will be on 
the other foot…then we'll see what's so funny."
"What do you think the odds are of that ever happening?" Danny 
looked at Neena.
She threw her hands in the air. "A million to one, maybe."
"To make a long story short, I told the waitress that my car 
wouldn't drive to the mountains, it would only drive back to 
Calgary.  I could hardly speak. My mouth was dry and my lips were 
numb, and I was too tired to be embarrassed."
"She asked me where I was heading. And with a straight face, I 
said "Off a cliff!"
"She just stared at me. Then suddenly, she broke out in laughter. 
Finally she seemed to get hold of herself and leaned forward. 
'You're a little thickheaded, aren't you? I'll get you some 
breakfast because you're going to be with us for a long time.'"
"She poured some coffee into my cup and headed for the kitchen.  I 
expected to hear some laughter from the kitchen but heard nothing. 
I assumed that she didn't tell anyone."
"She never asked me why I was trying to drive over a cliff, but 
after a few more words, some free coffee and free breakfast, I got 
into my car and headed home."
By this time both of them were laughing so hard that it was 
starting to tick me off, and I excused myself and went to the 
washroom. I wasn't really upset at them, just a little (or maybe 
allot) embarrassed.
Today this gas station is closed; nothing is left but an abandoned 
building. I still go there sometimes and wonder how many others 
like me had stopped there.
Well here I am today, and happy for it.  As far as the promise 
that it would all make sense at the end, that came true.  But as 
far as knowing better is concerned, I'm still a little bit ticked 
about that one.
 And to the very kind and generous waitress: Thank you!


Wanted  

One Guardian Angel.
Must possess an incredible,
Unimaginable and totally
Inconceivable patience.
 Send Resume and Lottery Ticket
To Box 40081
Attention Klaus.  

Chapter Seven

By the time I came back from the washroom, Neena and Danny had 
pulled themselves together again, but they were still grinning. As 
I sat down on my stool, Danny asked if I wanted some more orange 
juice.
"We didn't mean to laugh at you like that," Neena said.
"You have to admit the part about being thick-headed was pretty 
funny," added Danny.
"I guess you've got me there." I nodded my head in agreement.
"So is that it?" she asked. 
"No, not even close! From here on it gets really wacky."
Danny sat on his stool. "Well, the night is still young.  We're 
ready whenever you are."
Danny's top lip began to quiver again for a moment. I leaned over 
towards Neena. "Why does Danny's lip quiver every once in a 
while?"
"Whenever he's holding something back. He doesn't make a good 
poker player." she laughed.
For a moment I wondered what Danny might be holding back.  Somehow 
the whole thing didn't quite sit well with me. I always like to 
keep my eyes and ears open for things that are slightly out of 
place. This was definitely one. 
I looked at my watch but it was still not working. I could see the 
moisture inside the crystal. I was going to ask what time it was, 
but decided to let it go. After all, there was no place I needed 
to be.
"Let's see," I said, thinking about where I had left off,  "I had 
been flipping houses for about two years and had done fairly well 
at the beginning, but my heart wasn't in it. I was still unhappy 
and I had spent the last six months mostly trying to achieve 
happiness or more happiness. Whatever way you want to look at it 
is fine with me. I know that we've gone over this several times 
already. But that's the way it was. I stopped flipping houses and 
spent all my time trying to find a solution to my everlasting 
problem.  But I was running out of money, and finally gave up 
temporarily and decided to get a job. It didn't take long to find 
a good paying job. A few days later I also ran across a good deal 
on another house, which I bought and moved into. I had decided 
that I might as well just live the way everyone else does, which 
means working at a job, paying the bills, and saving a little for 
old age.  My son was living with me and I thought I'd better set a 
good example.  The thought of going through life like this, 
waiting for the end to come, was terribly depressing but that's 
all I could see."
"About five month into the job, I walked in one morning and was 
told I was laid off. They told me that it was because business was 
slow and they needed to cut back.  But that wasn't the real 
reason. They saw that I was unhappy. I just couldn't hide it 
anymore. I didn't have the energy to constantly put a smile on my 
face. I'm sure that they came to the conclusion that I was not 
happy working there."
"The whole thing came as a shock. I wasn't really upset, but at 
the same time, neither did I know what to do next. I sat around 
the house for a week, not doing much more than taking my dog for 
his daily walks.  I had a little bit of money but not much, and 
the house payments were fairly high. It wasn't a big house but it 
was in a good area.  The economy was fairly slow and there weren't 
many good paying jobs out there. Even if I managed to get a 
mediocre job right away, I knew I still wouldn't be able to hang 
onto the house.  I remember sitting at the park and watching Rudy, 
my dog, run around and play with the other dogs, and something 
clicked. For some reason I decided that maybe I should give 
finding happiness one more try. I thought that maybe in all the 
books that I had read in the past that perhaps I missed something 
or not followed the instructions correctly.  As soon as Rudy and I 
came home from our walk at the park, I jumped into the car and 
headed for the library.  On the way to the library part of me was 
thinking that this was a total waste of time, yet another part of 
me had sprung to life with the greatest enthusiasm. I also 
realized that whenever I was throwing myself into the work of 
discovering inner happiness I actually became happy.  It's after a 
while of not being able to go beyond that temporary happiness that 
I would get really depressed.  I had a very strong feeling that 
this time I would succeed.  I remember thinking that all I need to 
do is find that something that I had missed.  Then everything 
would be fine."
"Gee whiz, how long does this go on for?" Danny interrupted me.
"This is it," I answered. "This is where it all began to change."
"Thank God, this was starting to depress me! Are we getting close 
to the lottery part?"
"Just about there."
"Anyway, I picked up a whole bunch of books on everything I could 
think of about meditation, spiritualism, visualization, mind 
control, positive thinking, Love, and so on, even a couple books 
on dowsing which didn't really fit. But I saw them and decided to 
take them with me. I spent several weeks reading, making notes, 
and following any instructions as best as I could. I read from the 
time that I got up in the morning until I went to bed. The only 
breaks I took were either to have something to eat or take Rudy to 
the park and to practice whatever was suggested in the various 
books."
"Did you achieve any results?" she asked.
"Not really," I answered. "Other than making the effort, which did 
make me feel good, or at least better than usual. I didn't 
actually expect any results. It was just a drive to try again that 
was bubbling in me. Making the effort gave me a sense of hope, and 
in many ways that was very comforting. Actually there's a 
difference between hoping to get something and expecting it to 
happen.  But we'll talk more about that later."
"So this is where everything began to change. I was getting quite 
restless and decided I needed a break. I decided to phone a friend 
of mine to see if he was at home.  I picked up some beer and 
headed over to see him."
"At that time, my friend was not financially in any better shape 
than I was. He wasn't working and didn't have much money.  He 
spent most of his time watching sports and playing the sports 
lottery.  He wasn't doing very well with the sports lottery. I was 
looking at some of his losing tickets. Sarcastically, I suggested 
that he might as well use a dart to pick which team is going to 
win.  He laughed, and told me that I was probably right.  I've 
always considered gambling like throwing money into the wind and 
hoping that twice as much will blow back at you. There's not much 
chance of that happening.  I had played some bullshit poker in the 
past, but mostly for fun. The most you could win or lose was five 
or ten dollars."
"Looking over my friend's tickets, a thought occurred to me. I had 
just read several books on dowsing and had watched a program about 
it on TV. This particular fellow was dowsing for minerals and on 
this particular program he was working for a miner to help him 
find some pockets of certain minerals in an old abandoned mine. As 
it turned out they were quite successful. The dowser was using a 
simple piece of string, with some kind of weight at the other end. 
It looked like he was using a left spin for yes and a right spin 
for no. I thought that the bottom line is that the string is 
probably nothing more than a way for the subconscious mind to 
communicate with the conscious my mind."
"I looked at my friend and suggested that maybe a person could use 
their subconscious mind to see into the future and figure out who 
was going to win the game.  He thought I was nuts and said that 
there was no way to predict the future, and he gave me about 20 
reasons why it would not work. It's pretty obvious to me that he 
is a lot more thick-headed then I am."
"But the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea. By 
the time I got home, I had it more or less worked out it in my 
mind. I figured all I needed to do was to find a state of mind 
where the conscious and subconscious come together and work 
together as one rather than being separate. It sounds simple, even 
though it took me some time to work it all out.  It did turn out 
to be very simple, except that I was going to get more than I 
bargained for."
"What is so important about the subconscious?" Danny asked.
"The subconscious seems to have an enormous amount of information 
available to it. I also believe that all subconscious minds are 
connected like a giant network, but most importantly, I believe 
that the subconscious is also connected to our soul...that larger 
part of ourselves."
"It took me a while to work out the details and figure out a plan. 
I went back to the library and picked up a few more books. I 
played around with it for about a week or two, trying different 
things out. Anyway I took all the information I could find and 
mixed it all up, a little bit from here and a little bit from 
there. The conclusion that I came to was that I needed to be in a 
very deep meditating state, or a trance-like state of mind.  There 
seemed to be a veil between the conscious mind and the 
subconscious mind that I was trying to pass through.  The biggest 
problem was what to focus on. At first I tried to focus on the 
game results, but that just caused me to fall into a dream like 
state, and the results that I saw in my mind were not correct.  
Then I tried to focus on my subconscious and with that I had some 
mixed results, but not what I wanted."
"I'm going to spare you the details of all the stuff I went 
through to come to the conclusion that I came to. The bottom line 
is, we are much more than just conscious mind and unconscious 
mind. I came to the conclusion that I need to be in touch with the 
total part of whatever I am.  And rather than saying 'all that I 
am' or 'higher self,' I decided to use the word soul to describe 
my total self."
"I was positive that connecting to that larger part of myself was 
the key, and it worked. Actually it worked so well that within six 
weeks I had won over one hundred and thirty times."
"How much money are we talking about?" Danny interrupted.
I took a sip from my drink. Looking at Danny, it wasn't hard to 
see the dollar signs in his eyes.
"The total amount of money was just under two thousand dollars, 
because I was making small bets. I wasn't going to take what 
little money I had and throw it into the wind. Also I figured that 
it was best to keep a low profile, and as long as it works, I 
might just as well take it slow. At that point the money seemed 
secondary. I felt I had accomplished something that the entire 
world would say is impossible. I literally felt like I was walking 
on air."
"What about happiness?" Neena asked.
"I guess it went on the back burner for a while," I answered. 
"It's a lot easier being unhappy if you're doing it in a warm 
place under a palm tree watching the surf come in. I wasn't there 
yet but it was a definite possibility. Looking back now, I was 
happy.  I was putting in of hours, but at the same time I enjoyed 
it immensely.  Even today I still spend countless hours 
discovering things that I can do with my mind.  I guess you could 
say I found my calling.  But even though I still enjoy it today, 
and it makes me happy, it's not where my happiness comes from, nor 
was it the reason for my unhappiness. But we'll get to that 
shortly."
"Well, if you're going to be depressed, you might as well be 
comfortable," Danny observed.
"Something was definitely happening. Happiness was starting to 
bubble up from inside. And it did have something to do with the 
way I was using my mind. But at that time, the only thing I really 
noticed was that I seemed really at peace." 
"That makes sense," said Neena. "You need inner peace to create 
happiness!"
"I agree," I said. "I was busy and excited, and temporarily really 
didn't care about anything else. But you also..."
"Never mind that!" Danny interrupted. "I need the exact 
instructions."
I hadn't noticed it before, but Danny already had a pen in his 
hand and a note pad opened in front of him. His eyes where as big 
as dandelions, and his lip was quivering more than ever.
"It's probably better if I tell you the rest of the story first."
"I would rather hear the rest of it," Neena said.
"I'd rather have the instructions now, otherwise you'll probably 
forget." Danny interjected.
"Well, I might forget," I laughed.  "But I'm sure that you won't 
forget to remind me."
Neena shrugged her shoulders. "It's your choice."
This just seemed too strange. I wasn't sure whether Danny was just 
playing a game or if he was serious.  You see there are actually 
two types of players. One plays with the universe and one is just 
in the game. The main difference is that the one that plays with 
the universe is really close to the dealer and generally knows 
what direction the game is supposed to go, and will work in that 
direction. They also know who has what cards.  The rest, like 
myself, just play along with the game.  I was sure that Neena and 
Danny were playing the game with the universe but now it appeared 
that perhaps only Neena was. So perhaps Danny was playing along 
with the game like me.  Sometimes the universe seems to make the 
game up as it goes along, or at least that's how it appears to me.
This was not the first time that I have had to struggle with 
making this decision about whether to put the instructions into 
the book or even tell anyone about it. It appears that once again 
I'm at the crossroads.  It just didn't seem to make any sense to 
me that the universe was leaving an important decision like this 
up to me. Or was it?
I decided to give Danny his instructions but first I thought it 
might be a good idea to give him a little lecture.  To be honest 
it was more to make sure that I covered my own butt.   
"OK, I'll give you the instructions, but I want you to know that 
this can be used for a lot of different things and if you decide 
to use it for gambling, then you take the responsibility of 
whatever happens onto your own shoulders.  If you're going to 
spend two dollars on a ticket anyway, that's fine you might as 
well give yourself the best odds you can. But if you're going to 
throw your grocery money into this, I can tell you right now that 
you are going to lose, and I'll explain the reason for that to 
you..."
"I agree, no problem," he said, like a child with a new toy.
I took a sip from my orange juice and thought to myself, I've 
definitely heard those words spoken before.


Dreams

Dreams, oh sweet dreams
They say
If it is dreamable
Then it is also achievable.
I see that now, ever so clearly....
The question is,
Will I remember? 
When I wake up?

Chapter Eight

"The first thing you need to understand is the need factor. It's 
like this: if you walk into a poker game with your last twenty 
dollars and you need to win, you might as well just throw your 
money on the table and leave, because if you need something really 
bad, it's going to be hard to get. The best way to describe it is 
to say that you need to be detached from the results."
Danny put down his pad and gave me a puzzled look.  "You seemed to 
need the money pretty badly at that time.  How is that different?"
"Actually, in many ways at that time I was at a point in my life 
where I really didn't care. If I won, fine, and if I didn't, so 
what? I also knew about the need factor. That's something I had 
learned the hard way many years before. There's a really big 
difference between wanting something or needing something.  The 
difference is very simple: when we really want something, we tend 
to think about it and work out ways how to get it.  But when we 
get to the point where we feel we desperately need it, our minds 
are not going to be clear.  Instead we'll be thinking about what 
will happen if we don't succeed. It's like trying to look in one 
direction and walk or drive in another direction.  It doesn't 
work.  The mind works the same way.  The mind needs to be focused 
on what we want to achieve and not what we are afraid might happen 
if we don't succeed."
"So, it's like I have to do it just for fun or for something to 
do, like a hobby." Danny said.  
"That's a perfect way to start. That way you're not under any 
pressure and you can focus just on what you want to achieve. If 
you put a lot of money into it, then you are going to be attached 
to the results, but if you only throw in two or three dollars it 
really doesn't matter, especially if you were going to do that 
anyway."
"Are you sure you understand what Klaus is saying, Danny?" Neena 
asked quietly.
"I get it, no problem," he answered. "What's next?" 
"Next you need a quiet place, a place where you won't get 
disturbed. You need to either lie down or sit in a comfortable 
chair. I prefer lying down because that way I don't have to worry 
about my head drooping over.  The only problem with lying down is 
that it may take a little more work to stay awake.  Then you need 
to let yourself relax totally and let your body go to sleep, but 
not your mind. Just lie there and allow your body to fall asleep 
to the point where you can't feel your body anymore nor hear 
anything. Turning off your hearing is not totally necessary, but 
it definitely helps and can make quite a difference in the end."
"Should I visualize something so that my brain stays awake?"
"No! Because if you start visualizing, you'll fall into a dream-
like state and from there you'll fall asleep.  And if you 
visualize at that point, then chances are the things you see will 
be imaginary."
"So what do I do with my mind to stay awake?"
"That's the tricky part. You need to focus on your soul. I define 
your soul as that larger part of yourself or the total of what you 
are, whatever that may be for you. The problem is that you cannot 
visualize it. The best way I have found so far to do this is to 
pretend that I am listening to my soul.  I pretend that I am 
trying to hear something that is far away and very faint.  Just 
take a moment and pretend that you are trying to hear what is 
going on outside this bar."
Danny closed his eyes and was totally still.  I noticed that he 
was holding his breath.
"No, don't hold your breath. Do everything that you're doing with 
your mind, but keep breathing."
Danny opened his eyes. "I think I get it. My mind was totally 
focused, but it wasn't doing anything at all. Actually it was 
totally blank."   
"That's right, but the hardest part is to maintain that focus 
without thinking any other thoughts. It's not hard to do it for a 
few seconds, but after that the mind tries to bring up images and 
thoughts. No matter what happens, you can't engage those thoughts. 
If you find yourself doing that or involving yourself with the 
images in your mind you have to bring your mind back to focusing 
on your soul. If you don't catch yourself drifting, then you will 
enter a dream state and from there most likely fall asleep. 
Another very important thing is to focus, but do it in a relaxed 
state. You can't strain otherwise you won't be relaxed and you'll 
end up with a headache. So you need to be relaxed mentally, 
physically, and emotionally, but focused at the same time. It 
sounds difficult but in fact it's quite natural."
"Why can't you just visualize the results in your mind?" Neena 
asked.
"I was just going to ask that too!" Danny said.
"I don't know exactly why. All I know is that if you start 
visualizing at that early stage, then somehow what you see will be 
from the Dream State, and will not be correct. I don't have all 
the answers but I believe that you need to pass the Dream State by 
in order to reach that higher part of your mind. It's almost like 
a gateway on a path; you can turn left or right, with left being 
the Dream State and right being the higher mind. At first it will 
be difficult to keep yourself from turning left. We do that 
naturally, but only because we have done it so many times and for 
most people the path to the higher mind or soul has not been used 
very much. It's like following a groove; it has a tendency to pull 
you towards the left."
"That makes sense. I think I understand. But what makes you think 
that my soul will help me?" Danny asked dubiously.
"That's a good question, but I never looked at it like that. I 
believe I am reaching and becoming the larger part of myself, and 
with attaining that state, having all the resources available to 
me.  Why would you use an old hand-held calculator when you have a 
very large and fast computer in your closet? If you have to make 
important life decisions why use that small conscious mind when 
you have this incredible resource available?"
"Think about it this way. Whenever you are trying to make 
decisions you are in a sense trying to predict the future, even if 
you're making a simple decision like what time to cook supper.  
When will everyone be there? What time? How long will it take? And 
so on. The conscious mind is only capable of making very small and 
slow calculations but the larger part of you, your subconscious, 
has more information available to it, and carries all the memories 
of everything that you have seen, heard, smelled, felt, or 
experienced in its memory. So it can use that information to 
calculate things out much more quickly and more accurately than 
the conscious mind.  To give you an example, the subconscious mind 
has a photographic memory. Everything that is seen by your eyes… 
even if you do not consciously see it… is recorded in the 
subconscious, and the most remarkable part is that all 
subconscious minds are somehow connected.  It's like a computer 
that is connected to thousands of other computers and can download 
any information that it needs from anywhere.  Scientists are still 
debating this today but that is knowledge that has been around for 
thousands of years. Then comes the higher mind or the part that I 
call my soul, and this part of me lives beyond time and physical 
restrictions."
I stopped for a moment to give Danny a chance to ask his question 
because he was squirming around like a child who needed to go to 
the bathroom.  "Why would you focus on your soul when you say that 
the subconscious has so much information available to it?"
"I don't have all the answers, but over the years I have read many 
books and I like to read in between the lines. Nobody has came 
right out and said that they have tried this, but I believe that 
many have, and many have tried to use visualization and have 
failed. I also believe that many have tried to use the 
subconscious and failed. To be honest I can only guess at the 
reasons why those two ways don't work, but if I spent all my time 
trying to figure out the reasons I would never get anywhere.  I 
believe that we are more than just conscious mind and subconscious 
mind. I believe that very few, if any, have tried using their 
soul."
"Why do you think that?" Neena asked.
"I have more theories than answers. But a lot might have to do 
with superstition and fear. I think that it mostly has to do with 
fear because my friend was afraid to try it, even though he is not 
religious in any way, because he thought I might be breaking some 
cosmic law. It appears that this has been a very well kept secret 
and has only been passed down to a few masters. 
"Why do you think that they kept it a secret?" she asked.
"Actually that's a good question. I'm a little bit concerned 
myself," he said.  
"Probably because of fear," I answered.
"What would these masters be afraid of?" she asked.
Danny nodded his head as if to say he was asking the same 
question.
"Probably darkness. Having knowledge does not always take away 
fear and having knowledge does not necessarily make you strong 
enough to face whatever life may throw at you."
"You don't seem to have that much knowledge, so why are you not 
afraid to play with something that has been hidden for centuries?" 
asked Danny.
I laughed at his question. "What's the universe going to threaten 
me with? I've already tried to end my life several times.  The 
only thing that remains is immortality, which would just give me 
more time to get into more trouble. I now have something that is a 
thousand times more powerful than anything that is dark and 
negative. Why would a larger part of you be upset for connecting 
with it?  That was not what they were trying to hide. It was what 
you are capable of doing and achieving when you connect to that 
larger part of yourself.  I have something much more fascinating 
than this lottery stuff."
"What's that?" Danny put down his pen. His lip was definitely 
quivering now.
I smiled to myself. "I told you to listen to the rest of the story 
first, but you insisted. So you'll have to wait until I finish 
giving you the instructions. But first I need my orange juice 
refreshed and I'm going to the washroom. Then I'll give you the 
rest of the instructions you so desperately wanted."   
I was still smiling to myself on the way to the washroom.  I was 
thinking of something that my friend John used to tell me.  
"Always keep an ace in your sleeve. You may never use it, but even 
if you have nothing, you'll feel like you have something..."


Fear

The fears of trying
Will, in the end,
Shed the tears
Of Love 
"I sure hope I am right about this one..."
  

Chapter Nine

The bathroom was very extremely tiny. It had one sink and one 
stall with a small door on it. I entered the stall and closed the 
door behind me.  I was thinking that maybe I should not have 
mentioned the lottery information. Maybe I should have kept it a 
secret. But on the other hand there are so many beneficial things 
that can be done with it.  I heard the bathroom door open and I 
thought I heard some footsteps. As the door closed I heard what 
sounded like an older man's voice.
He said, "Do not be afraid to tell what you know. Just leave the 
rest to me."
"Oh yeah, and who are you?" I answered sarcastically; thinking 
perhaps Danny was playing a joke on me.  I opened the stall door 
expecting to see Danny standing there, but no one was there. I 
quickly exited the bathroom and scanned the bar, but there was no 
one but Danny, Neena, and the old man sitting at the table. I 
thought that there is no way that old man could have gotten back 
to his table that quickly, and he looked like he hadn't even 
moved.  Danny and Neena were staring at me wondering why I was 
standing there.  I walked back to my stool and sat down.
"Did anybody come into the bathroom while I was in there?" They 
both looked at me and at each other, and shook their heads.
"I don't suppose that stuff in the green bottle makes you 
hallucinate, by any chance?" I asked.   
"Not me," Danny shook his head. "How about you, Neena?"
"I'm fine." She shrugged her shoulders.
"It's probably the Scotch. That stuff is usually good for a couple 
of pink elephants. What did you see?" Danny asked.
"I thought I heard something, but it doesn't matter.  Let's get 
back to the instructions."
"Good idea." Danny picked up his pen.
"Now as you are doing this exercise, you may come to a point where 
you begin to hear things, like words or music, or even just 
sounds. Also you may come to a point where pictures will form in 
your mind, but you don't need to be concerned about this.  The 
best thing to do is just let it happen without involving yourself. 
These things are just echoes in your mind. By the way, this is 
also a very good sign because you are very close to where you want 
to be."
I sipped my orange juice to give Danny a chance to catch up with 
his notes.
"So what are these visions and sounds that you will hear?" she 
asked.
"My theory is that the mind, especially the subconscious mind, 
never stops. I believe that at this point you are contacting the 
subconscious mind, but the important part is to keep going, 
allowing yourself to drift even deeper, and just keep focusing on 
your soul, no matter what you see or hear."
Danny looked up from his notes. "How do I know when I have reached 
my soul?"
"That's a good question. Actually it's achieved in degrees.  It's 
something that becomes more each time you do it. But you'll know 
when you're there. Some of the signs are that you will feel very 
peaceful, and you may have a sense of being larger. Your mind will 
also be very clear. It's hard to explain, but once you're there, 
there is nothing like it. You might also feel that you are more 
connected to the universe and at the same time separated from 
everyday concerns. That's the only way I can describe it. I 
believe that it is a little different for everyone."
I stopped for a moment to give Danny another chance to catch up 
with his notes.  Apparently he was writing down every single word.
"How is Danny going to know what the results of the games are?"
"That's the fun part. At this point you have some choices to make 
because you can do a lot of different and fascinating things that 
I will tell you about later, but if you choose to go the route of 
trying to figure out the game results then so be it. Now, 
everything that I have told you so far you need to follow exactly. 
This path is very narrow and you need to stay focused."
"I'm ready!" he smiled.
"OK. At this point you can begin to visualize. What I like to do 
is pretend that I'm moving forward in time and place myself at the 
corner grocery store. Then I imagine that I'm walking in the store 
towards the lottery counter and I look directly at the game result 
sheets.  Originally, I pretended that I was on a train and each 
town we passed represented one day in the future. When I got to 
the day I wanted to be at, the train would stop, I would get off 
and walk to a newspaper stand and look at the results in the daily 
newspaper. But I found that sometimes I was using too much of my 
imagination. Later I realized that was because I was trying to 
make the train too real, rather than just having the sensation of 
being in a train."
"How do I know whether I'm just imagining what I see?" he asked.
"Some of it will be your imagination; there's no way to get around 
that. The best way I've found is to imagine the store or the 
train, whichever you choose, and imagine them very lightly, so 
that it does not become your reality but just a form to measure 
time with.  But when you look at the results, you need to 
visualize very clearly, but use your imagination as little as 
possible.  You should not do it for too long a time period. I have 
also had very good success by simply asking my soul to put the 
answers into my mind.  In such a way that I would see it as if I 
was looking at a screen with the answers projected onto the 
screen. It's just a matter of trying different things and 
discovering what works best for you. If the answers are incorrect 
then it is not that your soul is giving you the wrong answers, 
it's that you not receiving the information correctly."
"How long did it take you to achieve this?" she asked.
"About ten days."
"That's not bad," he said.
"You need to remember that at that time I was not working and I 
was mostly spending my entire day working on this.  There are also 
some minor things that you need to know.  Not every answer that 
you receive will be correct, for various reasons. The future is 
not carved in stone and it can change at any time.  So I tried to 
get the information from six to ten different games. Then later I 
would look at those answers and compare them to what I would have 
done. Then I would select two or three games and play them. 
Sometimes if I felt I was having a good day and the information 
was very clear, I would play more games, but only when if it felt 
right. I also made very small bets and I made combinations. Let's 
say I had ten games. I might play three or four sets with three or 
four games in each set. That way if there was a mistake, the 
winnings would still out number the losses."   
"It seems so simple, yet I can see that there is a little bit of 
work involved. So is that all there is to it?" he asked.
"That's it!" I answered. "Well maybe just one more thing.  Be 
aware of what appears to be beginners luck!"
"What does that mean?"
"You'll see."
"Hey, that's not..."
"I see it!" said Neena, sitting up straight on her stool. "Oh, 
God, that's …  Wow, I almost missed it! Don't you see it, Danny?"
"Hold on! If someone can't see it, they're not ready.  It's never 
to be spoken."
She put her hand across her mouth and smiled. "Mum's the word."
"That's not funny." Danny jumped off his stool and picked up his 
notes.
I was smiling so much I could almost feel my lips touching my 
ears.
He looked up from his notes at me. "Who do you think you are? The 
dealer?"
Trying to control the grin on my face, I thought to myself, 'I'm 
not the dealer, but I know when I'm holding more than one card.' 
When you play with the universe in the right way, which is with 
respect, Love, and kindness, the universe keeps giving you more 
cards.  I have heard it said that when you receive a full deck 
then the universe might let you deal a few cards. That's more 
responsibility than I'm interested in and I imagine to get so many 
cards a person would have to be very dedicated to making a 
difference in this world. I suppose someone like Mother Teresa 
would perhaps have had a few decks. It's hard to say; all I know 
for sure is that three or four cards can get you a long way.


Inner Child

Ever notice
That in every
Adult body
There is a child
Kicking to get
Out?
Maybe we should let them out
Before they wreck the place.
  

Chapter Ten

Danny was totally beside himself about the little secret Neena and 
I were keeping. I told him that there would be quite a few clues 
in the rest of the story. That seemed to settle him for the 
moment. It's not really a secret, it's one of those things that if 
you try to put into words, it will be molded in a person's mind, 
and the minute it is formed into a mold it's no longer what it 
was. Some things in the universe cannot be put into words. Doing 
so destroys it for that moment and in a sense you would end up 
giving someone something that was totally useless.  The biggest 
problem is that if you try to tell someone, then they will mold it 
and later when they come to see this information in its true form, 
then again they will automatically put it in a mold, and so the 
information is lost.
I looked at Danny. "Before I continue with the rest of the story, 
I should probably tell you something that I just realized I had 
forgotten to mention."
"That's a surprise," Danny smiled sarcastically.
"This is actually very important, especially if you're having 
trouble keeping your mind focused on your soul. I've read a lot of 
books on Eastern meditation over the years and many of them 
mention various areas of the mind that you can meditate on, but 
none of them ever mention the brain stem.  It's sort of like this. 
I don't like to go into a dark basement even if there is a light 
on because there are so many dark areas where the basement 
monsters can hide. I have found that the best way to deal with 
dark basement is to put a light in the darkest area. The brain 
works in much the same way."
For some reason Neena thought this was very amusing.
"When you are trying to focus on your soul, in a sense you are 
using what some Yogis call the higher mind. But part of your mind 
will try to bring up other thoughts. That's something I constantly 
struggled with. The question was, which part of the mind was doing 
this? So I took a look at all the parts of the mind that the 
meditation books mention.  I always like to look for strange 
things, things that don't really fit, but appear quite normal, or 
too normal."
"What do you mean?" she asked curiously.
"Take a look at eastern writings from yogis or masters. If you ask 
them a question they will give you a very short answer, yet if you 
give them a pen and some paper they will write until the cows come 
home.  Rather inconsistent, don't you think?"
"Do you think that means something?" Danny asked. 
I nodded my head. "If it's there, it means something. How about 
the fact that even though they are from different races and 
different countries, they all have the same writing patterns? I 
use to ponder over the fact that they wrote hundreds and hundreds 
of pages and say next to nothing. Not only that they also write 
everything over and over and everything is the same, only the 
angle and approach is different.   Let's face it, they must be 
writing in some form of code, and if they all know what this code 
is, then it can't be that hard to decipher. When someone can write 
ten books and say nothing that's fascinating because then they 
must be writing between the lines. So I look in places they tell 
you not to bother looking, and I dig in places that they never 
mention..."
"After all, if you have a treasure and you want to tell someone 
about it, but not let them know where it is, or exactly how to get 
it unless they're willing to follow you, then you will have to 
spin quite the web."
"So the problem I found is that you can't reach your soul or that 
larger part of yourself unless you turn off your mind from 
gibbering like a chicken that has just laid an egg, and the key to 
that is the one thing they seem to omit. Turn it off, and you're 
in."
 For a minute I was proud of myself, then I realized that I was 
like a rooster on a fence post, clucking and bragging to the 
chicken next to him. Boy I hate it when that happens.
"You must be really proud of yourself, figuring all that out," she 
said, gently pushing the thorn deeper.
"I've tried meditation before and have had problems with thoughts 
creeping in. How do I turn them off?" he asked. 
"That's a piece of cake.  First you get yourself all relaxed and 
calm, then just for a minute visualize that there is a beam of 
light coming from your soul and going right down from the top of 
your head, filling the whole area with very bright light.  Don't 
keep on visualizing this, just keep it in the back of your mind. 
It's like if a carpenter was on your roof repairing it, you don't 
need to stand there and watch him all day, you just know that he 
is there. So in not so many words, you just leave the light there 
without constantly focusing on it.  That will keep the whole area 
very busy. I don't know exactly what this area of the brain is 
supposed to do, but I know this works and that's all that really 
matters at this point."
"Danny, tell Klaus about the basement monsters." Neena changed the 
subject.
He shook his head. He had a look of fear on his face.
Neena leaned towards me. "We have a basement here, but Danny won't 
go there because he thinks there are a monsters down there. Would 
you like to take a look?"
"I don't think so...If Danny says there are monsters in the 
basement, then that's good enough for me."
She laughed. "You men are all alike! You make a lot of noise, but 
when the wolf comes, you're no where to be found."
I decided to let that comment go, and thought about where I had 
left off before I got sidetracked. 


Secrets of the Universe  

The key
Thought, Trust

The lock
Action, Love

The door
Result, Joy

The game
Continuance.

Chapter Eleven

"During those six weeks, weird things had started to happen. I 
couldn't explain them so I just assumed that my awareness had 
increased and I was becoming more sensitive to what was going on 
around me. I didn't really want to face some of the things that 
were going on, so I thought that the best thing to do was just to 
ignore them. Things started slowly. First I felt like I was being 
watched. You know the feeling; it's like someone is staring at 
you. Mostly I felt it at night, so I started leaving the lights 
on.  The next thing that started happening was also in the 
evenings. I would be sitting in the living room with my dog Rudy, 
and sometimes he would suddenly sit up, point his ears forward, 
and stare at the center of the room as if he was looking at 
something. He did this many times over the weeks. I could never 
see or hear anything, but sometimes I definitely felt like 
something was staring at me.  The most interesting part was that 
if Rudy decided to leave the living room, he would go around the 
area that he was staring at, even though going straight across is 
what he would have done normally." 
"The next thing that started happening was things moving around. 
For instance, I would put something down somewhere, perhaps a cup 
or a book, and later it would be somewhere else.  I tried to tell 
myself that I must not have been paying attention to what I was 
doing, but somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew that was not 
the problem. I live very simply and with very few things, but the 
things I do have are always in their place. One afternoon I laid 
down to go into my meditation to select my bets, but I had 
forgotten to turn up the heat. When I go into a very deep 
meditation my body temperature tends to drop quite a bit. I had 
already begun relaxing when I could felt myself becoming cold. I 
didn't want to get up and have to start all over again. Then I 
heard the furnace go on and thought maybe I had turned up the 
thermostat, and continued with my meditation. By the time I was 
finished, the house was extremely hot. After getting up I went to 
the thermostat to turn it down, but looking at it, I realized I 
had never turned it up.  It was set at just under 70 degrees but 
the room temperature had reached 80 degrees and while I was 
looking at the thermostat, I heard the furnace turn off.
"Over those six weeks, I also had several strange dreams. In two 
of them I recalled talking to an angel but I could never totally 
remember the dream or what was said. I also had several dreams 
where I was sword fighting but I couldn't remember any details.  
Normally if these types of things were happening it would have 
fascinated me, but I wanted to stay focused on getting the correct 
sports results."
"Now this is where things began to take on a new twist," I said.  
"Towards the last week I was having trouble seeing the results. I 
could see the page but I was having trouble seeing the actual 
scores. It was almost like someone was putting their thumb over 
the answers.  As I moved my perception from one area on the score 
sheet to another there was a dark area that followed.  I was still 
having success but it was taking an enormous amount of time and 
concentration.  I thought that perhaps it was just my own doubts 
interfering, which is not an uncommon thing.  Each day it became 
more and more difficult and each day I put more and more effort 
into it. There was no way that I was going to let a little problem 
like that ruin my achievement.  I thought that perhaps over the 
weeks I had gotten lazy and was not going deep enough into my 
meditation. So every time I started meditating, I made a great 
effort to go deeper. During this time I purchased some earmuffs… 
the kind that construction workers use when they work with noisy 
machinery. The earmuffs made a big difference in my ability to 
concentrate. I had also purchased a sleep mask to put over my 
eyes.  With the sleep mask and the earmuffs I was able to go much 
deeper without being disturbed.  I still use them today, because 
if someone slams a door or drops something I'm not shocked out of 
whatever mind state I may be in."
"November 6," I stopped to take a drag from my cigarette. "That 
was the day when the shit hit the fan."
"I'm not blind.  I saw it coming, but I just didn't expect this."
I could see on Danny's face that this was making him nervous.
"You know what, I just remembered something I forgot to tell you! 
It's a big piece of the puzzle. I think it's one of the main 
keys."
"Are you nuts?" Danny asked.  "You're going to leave us hanging in 
suspense?"
She laughed.  "Just give him another shot of the good stuff. That 
will keep his lips moving." 
"Just give me another minute, this is truly important." I said, 
knowing full well that Danny was irritated, probably because he 
thought this had something to do with the lottery, and he probably 
thought this meant he would not be able to give it a try.
He stepped off his stool and grabbed a glass, threw some ice in 
it, grabbed the bottle, and poured a full glass.
She laughed.
He put the glass in front of me and put the open bottle next to 
it.   
"There! Now let's see those lips move!"  He sat down again on his 
stool.
I thought to myself, 'I don't know what game the universe is 
playing now, but I'll figure it out before the night is over.' I 
looked over my shoulder to see if the old man was still sitting at 
the table.  He was.  He had not even moved an inch, nor had anyone 
tried to serve him.  That's very strange.  I debated saying 
something, but decided maybe it would be best if I just left it 
alone and see what happened.
I turned towards Neena.  "About three weeks after first having 
success in winning the sports lottery, I figured that it might be 
a good idea if I tried to travel into the future to see what my 
future self is doing. I thought that if I can travel into the 
future to see the sports results then I should also be able to 
travel in the future to see how my life is turning out.  It took 
three or four tries, I can't exactly remember, but nevertheless I 
did succeed."
"I found that while I'm trying to see into the future, the picture 
in my mind can take a bit of time to form completely. At first 
what I saw appeared to be myself sitting on a lawn chair in front 
of a fire pit. Next some grass and trees and various other things 
formed. At first I thought he was sitting perhaps in the woods. 
But then a cabin or a summerhouse appeared 20 to 30 feet behind 
him.  I was looking directly at my future self when I noticed he 
was staring at me, and at the same time I saw that there was an 
angel sitting in another lawn chair beside him.  I tried to clear 
my vision by removing anything that was possibly caused by 
imagination. At the same time I was trying to clear my perception, 
my future self pointed at me, looked towards the angel, then back 
towards me and said, "I can't believe it he finally made it!" They 
both started to laugh loudly.
"For some reason I couldn't hold myself there and was instantly 
pulled back to my normal awake state. I sat up in my bed and 
thought about it for a while, and decided that maybe I had 
imagined the whole thing or at least part of it.  I decided to try 
again some other time, but I never got the chance."

The Joker Card

I call it the Joker card even though it is no joke. It's the 
reason I never wanted to play the game. I figured out the game 
when I was still fairly young and about the same time I realized I 
was holding one of these cards.  This can be a real problem, 
especially if you don't understand it.  I have seen a lot of 
people carry this card and have seen the problems it can cause.  
One of the biggest issues with this card is that you do not have a 
choice. If the universe gives you one, then that's it. There's no 
throwing it down. You can't run and you can't hide, and there's no 
way to fight it.  I believe that there is a choice but it's made 
by our higher self, and once that decision is made, it's done.  
This card can mean different things for different people but 
generally, this card plays you. You do not play it.  You're 
probably asking what does this card do?  If you have one of these 
cards, one way or another you are going to be directed to do 
something in this life that will make a difference. Unfortunately 
I can't narrow that down for you.
Many years ago I went to a very gifted person for help. I asked 
her, "What is the matter with my life? I try to go a certain 
direction and it seems like the universe tries to slam me into a 
different direction. How do I fight this?"  She said  "You are 
holding a card, and you know it, but you have chosen to fight it, 
and you will lose! There is nothing I can do for you." I was 
furious, and responded, "I will fight to the end.  I will stand 
and I will win."  As I walked out I heard her say; "You will 
lose."
You're probably asking why anyone would want to fight this card. 
To be quite honest, there are very few people who have this card 
and do not fight it. 
Why? Because this card will lead you down what appears to be 
totally illogical paths, and you will be pushed in directions that 
will make absolutely no sense.  This card is not a map; all you 
see is one step. It will push your faith to the absolute limit, 
and beyond.  Why? It would take too long for me to explain, nor am 
I sure my theory is correct. I can give you a clue: After you have 
finished reading this book, look at how everything has unfolded 
and you will see very easily that this book is my card, and the 
game is not over.
How do you know if you have one of these cards? Here are several 
clues. 
First: You may feel that in some way you should be doing something 
more useful with your life or that there is something more 
important for you than just living day to day, but you have no 
idea what that something is.
Second: You may have a sense of urgency to do something, but may 
have no clue about what to do.
Third: Somehow you are being pushed in certain directions and if 
you try to go in a different direction, it seems like all hell 
breaks loose.
Fourth: You might feel that you are constantly searching for or 
craving something, but are not sure what it is.
Now just take a moment and become very quiet. Think. Are you 
holding one of these cards?
Spare yourself the agony of trying to fight it.
Been there, done that, didn't like it.
PS: This card can also be time delayed. In other words, it's 
there, but hasn't fully kicked in yet, but the effects are still 
felt by the person holding the card.  


The Dealer

The players
The writers
The readers
Are all in the game.  

Chapter Twelve

"Before I tell you the rest," I said, "You need to understand that 
on November 6, my whole life got turned upside down. Although I 
remember virtually everything, some things may not be exactly in 
the order that they happened."
"Is he stalling, or am I mistaken? "Danny asked Neena.
"Oh, he's stalling, big time," she said.
"No, not really," I answered.  "I'm just trying to cover all the 
bases. I don't want there to be any misunderstandings."
They sat there quietly, staring at me. It almost looked like they 
were trying to make me feel guilty. Like that's going to work? A 
strange shiver went up my spine and out of the top of my head. I 
got the strange impression that maybe I was pushing my luck.
"Usually I go to the store fairly early in the morning to get the 
results and the list of who is going to play that day. But I had 
slept in after a very restless night. Also for some reason I 
really didn't feel like doing it that day. Something just didn't 
sit right with me.  After lunch I took Rudy out for his walk and 
on the way back from the park we stopped at the store and picked 
up the sports information. I still had lots of time because the 
bets usually do not need to be in before 5 or 6 p.m. Going into a 
deep meditation right after taking a long walk seems to work 
really well. So as soon as we got home, I went into the bedroom to 
lie down. I keep the list of games in one hand so that I could 
study it just before I close my eyes. I keep a pen and note pad at 
my right side so that I can write down the results without having 
to get up.  I had my sleep mask and ear muffs on, so there was 
little chance of me being disturbed. So there I was, lying on my 
bed slowly relaxing, and going deeper. Because of the difficulty 
that I had been having over the previous two weeks, this whole 
process took at least two hours.  I was just getting to the point 
where my body was starting to become numb when I heard what 
sounded like someone clearing his throat. Thinking it was Rudy. I 
continued, and a few minutes later there was a thud under my bed. 
Loud noises like this will usually bring me back to my normal 
awake state, which means I need to start all over again. This time 
I thought that maybe it was just a wooden support holding up the 
mattress. Sometimes if I have trouble relaxing or getting started 
I will count backwards from a hundred to one and this usually 
allows me to relax at times when my mind does not want to. I 
started slowly counting backwards and after a few numbers I could 
swear that someone was counting with me. I could almost hear what 
seemed like a faint voice saying the numbers at exactly the same 
time I was.  I stopped and listened, but I didn't hear anything. 
So I started counting again and within one or two numbers I could 
hear a very faint voice counting with me. I thought perhaps I was 
imagining things and I decided to skip the counting part and just 
lay here until my body went to sleep. I was just at the edge of 
where my body drifts off and at the point where all physical 
sensation and hearing disappear when something hit the bed hard 
enough to shake it.  I thought a friend of mine had come over and 
had just shook the bed to wake me up. So I lifted my sleep mask 
and opened my eyes.  But what I saw was not a friend of mine. In 
fact, I couldn't believe what I saw. My heart was pounding so hard 
that I thought it was going to rip a hole in my chest."
"I was face to face with an angel, a big angel, at least seven 
feet tall.  He was brushing himself off, and said something like, 
"Hey! Don't you ever dust under there?  We're talking major dust 
problems here, buddy."  I still had my ear muffs on and couldn't 
hear a voice but I heard what he said in my head loud and clear."
I stopped for a moment to take another cigarette out of my 
package. Neena and Danny seemed like they were frozen in time. 
From the look on Danny's face I could see that he thought that the 
angel was going to rip a strip off of me. I lit my cigarette.
"That's not the type of language that I would expect to hear from 
an angel." I said.  My body was frozen but my heart and my mind 
where going a billion miles an hour.  I don't know how long we 
both stared at each other. He was smiling, but I don't think I 
was.  Thoughts were racing around in my head.  I thought this 
couldn't be real. Maybe he's here to give me shit, maybe because 
I'm not supposed to be using this yogi stuff to win the lottery. 
Maybe the universe has lost its patience with me. Maybe the 
universe has sent this angel to straighten me out. My whole body 
started to shake. I've been scared, but never that scared. I 
thought maybe I should jump out of the window, but I realized that 
wouldn't work. He was too close to the door for me to be able to 
walk past him.  I could hear a part of me yelling.  You have to 
get out of here, get out of here! Play along, I said to myself, 
that's it, just play along. I can talk my way out of this. Just 
say hi and play it cool."
"Somehow I managed to get one word out of my mouth.  'Hi.'"
"He leaned forward towards me.  'Well, what do you know? He 
speaks! Gee, relax. I think your eyeballs are going to pop right 
out of your head.'"
Just as I was starting to get comfortable with the situation, he 
yelled, "Boo!"
"Something in me just snapped." 
Their faces were frozen.
"The angel smiled.   'There, now that you're breathing again, why 
don't we sit and have a nice chat?" 
"That was it. I freaked out, jumped up, and launched for him.  If 
I can't talk my way out, then I'll fight.  I went right through 
him, into the wall, head first."
I stopped to take a sip of my Scotch and a few drags from my 
cigarette.  Even now, just talking about it makes my heart pound.
Danny shook his head. "Are you nuts? You tried to jump an angel?"
Neena broke out in laughter, and Danny and I had no choice but to 
follow her lead.


One Tree Down 

I remember a time when I was smaller, younger, faster, and my 
sword was swift.
One of my favorite games was sword fighting with the trees.
You might think that trees would not be very tough opponents, but 
they are.  It's just a matter of picking on the right ones.
In every forest there are at least a half dozen or so that are 
into it.  This is where it gets tricky. Some trees like to carry 
extremely flexible swords and you have to be careful how much 
force you use or they will snap back at you with twice the speed.   
On the other hand, it is much less painful to be stabbed with a 
flexible sword than with the hard rigid ones.  Those hard rigid 
ones will crack your sword in half right in the heat of the 
battle.  Then you are stuck.  The only thing you can do is run and 
hope some other tree will give you its sword.  That is, if you're 
not already staggering around with one stuck in your back.
To this very day I can still remember my battle cries as I walk in 
the forest.
And I hear the call, "Come on, old man, we dare you!"
As my heart awakens and the adrenaline pumps, I move swiftly. 
But there is only silence as I hug them, and surrender my Love.
Yes, many times I have been stabbed doing this; these scars I 
carry with pride and honor.
Challenge me, and I swear by my life:
I Will Squeeze the Very Love Out Of Your Pores.   

In Love, to my friends, the Trees.
  

Chapter Thirteen

My Lucky Number

"I have never heard of anybody trying to pick a fight with an 
angel.  If you thought you were in trouble, why would you make it 
worse?" Danny shook his head, still wiping the tears from his 
eyes.   
I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't really know what got into me, 
other than being scared to death.  I remember when he leaned 
forward and yelled 'Boo,' which I heard loud and clear even though 
I had my earmuffs on. I just snapped."
"So what happened next?" she asked.
"I hit the wall with my head, and that's all I remember. It must 
have knocked me out cold.  When I came to, I was sitting hunched 
over on my chair in the living room.  He was sitting on the sofa. 
As my focus came back I realized I could see right through him.  
When I reached for my forehead, I was surprised that there was no 
bump, not even a sore spot, and not even a headache.  I felt like 
I just had a long nap. But there was a numbing calmness; my mind 
was quiet and my body was relaxed. There's no doubt in my mind 
that my head hit the wall because when your head hits something 
that hard there's a certain indescribable sound that you hear just 
before the lights go out.  I remember looking at my watch. It was 
almost 6:30 PM. I was sure that it was only about 2:30 when I 
first laid down to work on my bets."
"I looked over at the angel and asked.  'Who are you?'"
"'It's pretty obvious, isn't it?'"
"I just stared at him. My mind was too numb to deal with it.  The 
thought that I might be dreaming had occurred to me."
"'Let me give you a clue.' he grinned, and for some strange reason 
that grin looked familiar."
"'Wings. See?' he spread out his wings so I could get a better 
look. 'And look, feathers! And look, I glow and I can make the 
lights go on and off.'"
"I hadn't even noticed that the lights were on. I just sat there 
staring at him."
"'Wait!  Don't guess yet. See there's a halo, and there's more.  I 
can float; I can make myself really small and really big…  Okay, 
I'll give you three guesses.'"
"My mind and my body was moving in slow motion.  He just sat there 
while I tried to assemble my thoughts. He looked so familiar.  
Finally, I asked him why I felt like I knew him.  As I asked that 
question. I realized that I was speaking in slow motion."
"'Whoa, you hit the nail right on the head! Or let's just say, in 
your case, you hit the wall on the head,' he laughed."
"The light came on in my head. For a second something came to my 
mind, even though it really didn't make sense."
"I pointed towards him. 'Sneaky.'"
"'Whoever said that banging your head against a wall serves no 
purpose obviously never met you. We're talking genius level here, 
my friend.'"
"There was no time for me to respond because instantly a gate in 
my mind opened. My head was spinning, and memories were flooding 
in like someone was downloading an entire lifetime.  I barely made 
it to the washroom before throwing up.  I don't know how long I 
was in there, but when I came out the angel was gone...which was 
probably a good thing because my head was on fire.  Within a few 
minutes I was in my bed and out cold."
"Why would you have so many memories flooding into your mind to 
the point that it made you throw up?" Danny asked.
"That's a question that is still out for debate. Maybe by the end 
of the story you'll able to tell me."
"So who or what is Sneaky?" Neena asked.
"Sneaky is the angel's name. Let's just call him that for now, 
you'll se