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The Reading Room
2016 April/May
Pg 6 - The Sunshine Express
Treasures From The Inbox
The Magic Cutoff
Is there a magic cutoff period when offspring
become accountable for their own actions?
Is there a wonderful moment when parents
can become detached spectators in the lives
of their children and shrug, ¡®It¡¯s their life,¡¯ and
feel nothing?
When I was in my twenties, I stood in a
hospital corridor waiting for doctors to put a
few stitches in my daughter¡¯s head. I asked,
¡®When do you stop worrying?¡¯
The nurse said, ¡®When they get out of the ac-
cident stage.¡¯ My Dad just smiled faintly and
said nothing.
When I was in my thirties, I sat on a little
chair in a classroom and heard how one of my
children talked incessantly, disrupted the class,
and was headed for a career making license
plates.
As if to read my mind, a teacher said, ¡®Don¡¯t
worry, they all go through this stage and then
you can sit back, relax and enjoy them.¡¯ My
dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.
When I was in my forties, I spent a lifetime
waiting for the phone to ring, the cars to come
home, the front door to open.
A friend said, ¡®They¡¯re trying to find them-
selves. Don¡¯t worry, in a few years, you can
stop worrying. They¡¯ll be adults.¡¯ My dad just
smiled faintly and said nothing.
By the time I was 50, I was sick & tired of
being vulnerable. I was still worrying over my
children, but there was a new wrinkle. There
was nothing I could do about it.
My Dad just smiled faintly and said nothing.
I continued to anguish over their failures, be
tormented by their frustrations and absorbed
in their disappointments.
My friends said that when my kids got married
I could stop worrying and lead my own life. I
wanted to believe that, but I was haunted by
my Dad¡¯s warm smile and his occasional, ¡°You
look pale. Are you all right? Call me the min-
ute you get home. Are you depressed about
something?¡±
Can it be that parents are sentenced to a
lifetime of worry? Is concern for one another
handed down like a torch to blaze the trail of
human frailties and the fears of the unknown?
Is concern a curse or is it a virtue that el-
evates us to the highest form of life?
One of my children became quite irritable
recently, saying to me, ¡°Where were you? I¡¯ve
been calling for 3 days, and no one answered I
was worried.¡±
I smiled a warm smile.
The torch had been passed!!
If you get email, you
get stuff. Sometimes
it is spam, sometimes
it is a true gem.
Here is one of those
gems worth sharing:
What¡¯s Your Story?
How has The Sunshine Express inspired you
or touched your life? Send us your story, to:
westerncoloradoevents@gmail.com
¡°Let me tell ya a funny story.
I arrived at Colorow Care Center in Olathe for re-
hab after a mild stroke, and one day they deliv-
ered the papers. First day for me and it was the
Montrose News, The Beacon, and The Sunshine
Express.
So I read the news, glanced at the Beacon, made
sense after all this is 90% elderly, 10% rehab.
Glanced at the Sunshine Express, thought it was
another publication geared to the elderly, so I put
it on top of the others face up on my night stand,
instead of the trash can for recycling. Well a pret-
ty 20 something CNA comes in my room, sees
the Sunshine Express and says... ¡°Do you read
that?¡± While I sit there with my classic sleeve-
less Pink Floyd ¡®Wish You Were Here¡¯ T-shirt. She
said... ¡°Ya should!¡±
So I picked it up, and dropped it on the floor,
and it opened in half, and there was a full page
advertisement for The Acme Healing Times and
The Green Mile! Blew my mind! She said... ¡°I told
ya so!¡±
She went on to tell me that when she was young-
er she had worked at Taco Time in Delta and
every month this hippie lookin¡¯ chic would come
in and restock the paper rack, and always had an
upbeat attitude and really cool to talk to.
I¡¯ve clipped and found tremendous inspiration
in an article in Treasuries From The Inbox, you
might remember it? Very powerful for me at the
time. I was learning how to walk again! It was
about the mountain bike and never quit peddling
with God riding along! That¡¯s when I set my goal
to ride my bike again. Check out my cover photo,
that was Holloween 2015 at Colorow. I did it!
To this day I have the 2015 OCTOBER #6-9 edi-
tion! What a trip...huh?
It was a bummer to hear you guys were going to
(bi-monthly) but I thought, more of a good thing
all at once! I like; The Horoscope, The Moon
Dance and night time delights.
Keep up the killer work! Glad we crossed paths :)
- Ted Stepanski
¡°There are two days in the
week on which I never
worry; One is yesterday and
the other is tomorrow.¡±
- Robert Burdette
by Jon Rappoport
March 12, 2016: Consciousness wants to create
new consciousness, and it can. Imagination is how
it does it. If there were some ultimate state of
consciousness, imagination would always be able
to play another card and take it further.
In any arena of life, and especially when it comes
to the mind, perception, power, empathy, and so
on, there is always a status quo. It¡¯s merely the
place where a person says, ¡°Well, that¡¯s enough.
I¡¯ll settle for what I have. I¡¯ll stop here.¡±
Sooner or later, this leads to boredom, frustration,
problems, and conflict. It leads to a decline.
Imagination, which knows no bounds, is the source
for the most adventurous explorations. It can have
great impact on the material world, of course, but
one mustn¡¯t therefore conclude it is composed of
matter or energy. Imagination is non-material. To
think otherwise winds you up in using some version
of physics to depict imagination... and then you are
imposing limits on it. This is an error. Imagination
doesn¡¯t obey any laws of physics.
If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, we¡¯ve
flattered reality enough. It doesn¡¯t need any more.
Imagination creates new realities.
You can create the same thing over and over, and
eventually you¡¯ll be about as alive as a table. In-
ject imagination into the mix, and everything sud-
denly changes. You can steer that boat anywhere
you want to.
The lowest common denominator of consensus sig-
nals an absence of imagination: everyone agrees;
everyone is bored; everyone is obedient. On the
opposite end of the spectrum, there are massive
floods of unique individual creation, and then that
sought-after thing called abundance is as natural
as the sun rising in the morning.
Sitting around in a cosmic bus station waiting for
reality is what reality is. Everything else is imagi-
nation.
There are those who believe life is a museum. You
walk through the rooms, find one painting, stroll
into it and take up permanent residence. But the
museum is endless. If you were a painter, you¡¯d
never decide to live inside one of your canvases
forever. You¡¯d keep on painting.
The relentless and obsessive search for all those
things on which we can agree is a confession of
bankruptcy.
When we re-learn to live through and by imagina-
tion, we enter and invent new space and time.
With imagination, one can solve a problem. More
importantly, one can skip ahead of the problem and
render it null and void.
Imagination isn¡¯t a system. It might invent sys-
tems, but it is non-material. It¡¯s a capacity. It feels
no compulsion to imitate reality. It makes realities.
Its scope is limited only by a person¡¯s imagining of
how far imagination can go.
The human race is obsessed by the question: what
exists? It appears to be a far easier question than:
what do you want to create? This comparison ex-
plains why civilizations decline.
Imagination is a path. Walking on that path long
enough, you find answers to all the questions
you¡¯ve ever asked, as an incidental side effect of
the journey. You also find power that most people
only dream of.
To read about Jon¡¯s mega-collection ¡®Exit From The
Matrix¡¯ visit: marketplace.mybigcommerce.com/
exit-from-the-matrix (Reprinted with permission)
Power Beyond Mind Control
When you¡¯re a child she walks before you,
To set an example.
When you¡¯re a teenager she walks behind you
To be there should you need her.
When you¡¯re an adult she walks beside you
So that as two friends
you can enjoy life together.
¡°Happy Mother¡¯s Day¡± means more
Than have a happy day.
Within those words lie lots of things
We never get to say.
It means I love you first of all,
Then thanks for all you do.
It means you mean a lot to me,
And that I honor you.
But most of all, I guess it means
That I am thinking of
Your happiness on this, your day,
With pleasure and with love.
I Love Mom