Who Are You?

[Rehotshots@xxxxxxx]

Who am I, Mitch?  I am all of you. I am Amanda.  I am Andrew.  I am Clayton  
I am Simon.  I am Mitch. I am all of you.  I am 3 dimensional, sometimes 
more. My perception is that this list has created an anti-matrix,  a place 
where nothing can spiritually or creatively grow.  I prefer to hoover outside 
the anti-matrix rather than be drawn in to its destructive cyclone.  It 
swirls around the giant ego of a lone and lonely old man who has accomplished 
much in his life and loves to share it with you; and well he should ; who 
would not have wished to have lived his life, experienced the things he has 
experienced.  And believe us Simon, we want to 
experience your life through your tales.  But, alas when his tale is 
interrupted, he growls, "SHUT UP!   i was speaking."  He declares that he is 
the alpha and the omega. Really-check out his post header. 
"FirstSimonwide:Last"  Little does he realize that he has already been 
immortalized.  He is the big bad wolf, the beast in Beauty and the Beast, 
the Troll, Rumplestiltskin, the grinch....  AND GUESS WHAT ELSE?
you have created him by reacting to him in his own voice.  You have acted as 
mirrors reflecting back to him his own gruff and constipated image. 
Instead of expressing your pain at not being allowed to be, as a child would, 
you rail back at him in his own voice.  We are born once into this world and 
are recreated every day and that may or may not be good.  If 
you learn to take this input and paint with it , with light if you are 
photographers, with words if you are poets, with paint if you paint.....
why not do them all.  Express your feelings oh children of light creativitly .
Do you not perceive what I have done here?  Simon is a very powerful and 
creative soul. His work is proof.  I have catalyzed a gentler Simon.  A Simon 
with whom I can communicate.  And he welcomed that recreation 
and was amused by it.  Of course, you may have missed that part, your souls 
yet being in shock from the repetitive assaults i imagine he has propelled 
upon you...into you actually.  He is King Kong, more powerful, 
bigger, stronger... you cannot defeat him with his own reflection.   And why 
would we want to defeat him?  He is awesome in his power and beauty.   If we 
continue these railing reflections the outcome will be that he will destroy 
all of us , all of you , all of me, we are one, .  Do you not see yourself in 
me?    I see myself clearly in you.  Mitch,  hoping that you would be the 
least vulnerable, I used your words against you for demonstration.  Forgive 
me.  Identify.  Identify.  Find yourselves in each other and you will 
understand each other better.  Oh, Clayton, my heart 
breaks for you.  Tears flow down my face as we speak.  I have been there 
my friend. I wish that you had posted this letter to the list. Amanda,  my 
personality, as yours,  is multifaceted.  I think it is sad that we must 
choose only one of our voices in which to speak, don't you?    That is why 
fairy tales are so flat and two dimensional sometimes.  Now you know that 
Snow White and Cinderella had bad days too.  You know they didn't crawl out  
of bed looking like that, inside or out.  I simply choose the facet of my 
personality that is most  effective in creating what I am trying to create. 
Right now I am trying to create a matrix in which you and Clayton and Mitch 
and Simon and all who wish to enter here can all be creative.  It is your 
birthright.  We are made in the image of our creator.  We are compelled to 
create.  It is working!
Look at your recent posts!  We are instruments of God!  Let's make music!
I tire of this roar. He succumbs to gentleness, just like King Kong did.  He 
is human! Ya Baha u-l Abha!    The alpha and omega represent infinity.
We are all the alpha and the omega.  We are all infinite.  now, LET'S PLAY!  
Throw me that ball Mitch!!!  No, throw it to Clayton.
He is feeling invisible, I think.    Love you all.  

                                                                 Teri
                                                                rambling muse 

must   go    deliver        food          to             hungry             
people             now. Bye.