To Errol is Human

When you find yourself getting frustrated, when you get pissed off because you can’t get no satisfaction, when your exasperation level is about to reach depth con 5, don’t blow a circuit, don’t throw your baby out the window, and don’t destroy your cell phone when you’ve been on hold for an hour and a half.   No, friends, don’t kill the messenger when you can drop by “ Buck Stops Here Complaint Department.”   We’ve got a person on call 24/7 to hear your complaints so you can experience that enormous sense of relief that comes from dumping on someone who won’t make excuses, try to justify, rationalize, equivocate, project or mollify your well deserved rage.   Our trained complaint technicians won’t blame you back or hold you accountable.   You can rant and rave to your heart’s content Our registered complaint technician won’t put you on hold, disconnect you or make you wait in line. She’ll nod in agreement and make you feel like everyone else is a stupid idiot but you.   As a li

THE VOID by E. Strider It looms before me like some amorphous monster --that unknown non-place, non-thing, non-being beyond the opaque familiar So, I hide in my pain. At least I know what that's all about-- Anything to avoid the might-not-be-anything state that might not even be a state. I clutch at my old car and furniture, burn holes in my rug with the same old brand; ask to be thrown a line from a waiting ship before I leave this sinking one... Prove to me clearly, if you can that something exists on the other side of the fog. Yeah, yeah, they said Jesus came back from the void, but you can't be sure. Hell, No!   I won't kill myself! This is it.   This is what I've got. I don't care if it is exploding, Don't you dare unplug me!   I've studied A Course in Miracles since 1977 and am very aware of the ploys and machinations of the ego--the part of the mind that defines itself by separation. But