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My Writing Is Inspired By Just About Everything, Yet I Am Unaware Of So Much Of The Process.

I Have Rituals For Cleaning Out Resentments, Disappointments, Heartbreak, Depression And For Work. One Of The Things I Do Is Go Over Old Stuff If I Have Been Unable To Write For A While.

Angels Is A Tough Word, Because It Is So Involved With Organized Religion And Everything Else. I Do Know, Absolutely, From My Experience, There Are Some Kind Of Spiritual Entities - Force, Power, Intelligence - That Guide Me Through Each And Every Day, As Long As I'm Willing To Accept, Recognize, And Surrender To Their Guidance. It's Always There, But There Are Times When I Insist Upon Having My Way.

I Think The Function Of Suffering Is To Let Me Know That My Perception Is Skewed; What I’m Doing Is Judging Natural Events In Such A Way That I Am Creating Suffering Within Myself. For Instance, You Have Pain Over Certain Conditions, Certain Situations That Occur. And If You Just Say ‘ok, Here I Am, I’m Going To Experience The Pain,’ You Don’t Suffer. The Resistance And The Degree Of The Resistance To The Natural Phenomenon Of Life Causes Tremendous Suffering.

I Don't Know That I Could Really Define Love. I Can't . . . Again, It's Like Trying To Define What This Creative Force Is. It's Beyond My Ability To Really Define. If I Can Define It, Then It's Not It. We're Right Back To That Thing Again.