Wellbeing Series

Could someone who considers themselves to be rubbish at maths; have the students gain calculus PhDs? Can a bank clerk business advisor teach someone how to successfully run a business? Can a mother with low self esteem, and very limited knowledge about life (school, proper job, mortgage, marriage, kids, death ... repeat), and low awareness, have a hope of teaching her ‘special children’ (all children are special) the skills for a passionate, satisfactory, creative life? If she was a special child to her mother, and now considers herself to be unworthy, and of low self esteem; maybe even ‘no good’ (except she can produce a beautiful, special child), what happened to the ‘special bit’? ... isn’t she going to teach her children to be, ‘her’? How can she do anything else? This offering is ‘how to remember you’re a special woman’. All woman are special, they just don’t realise it. Women populate the earth. Men impregnate them, but, that isn’t necessary; the Bible tells us that, twice at least (if you choose to believe that). So, men are there to lift heavy weights and move stuff. This handbook is therefore for women and their children. It consists of some useful wisdom, and some great reasons why you should all have massive, female, self-appreciation. Men? If you’ve finished with the heavy weights, the footy is on; and the number for pizza delivery is by the phone, which is by the couch (the missus will answer the door when it arrives).

This small book is designed to be read by mums. Hopefully if they like the short imaginative stories, they can then adapt the stories and tell them, in their own words to their child/children using the pictures. Goes hand in hand with Super Nature Imagination and Imagination City, Broken Toy and Thing hospital. Imagination is a powerful tool, nowadays used by sports and businesses alike. Introducing and encouraging a child can help them then become a visionary of their own future.

This is a little handbook on life, which isn’t packed with mumbo jumbo stuff. It won’t make you thin or rich or stop you a smoking, which is good because hospitals need patients, they’re their life’s blood (especially in haematology). The little widgy book logically supposes a few weirdo things and, contains some hyperbolic humour. The main logical question isn’t one that is usually asked in pubs ... never mind answered. The answer, which is obvious may make other questions pop into your mind, if you have even the slightest interest in what life is. We’re told that we don’t know what life is, but, we have things called beliefs, so ... do you believe that?

Shopping for Mumbo Jumbo? What that really means is, having an interesting time and even an amusing time shopping. That’s because wellbeing, or ‘mumbo jumbo’ really means, feeling good. That’s your purpose on earth, to come here on ‘holiday’ and have a good time. We lose that particular ability and have a really miserable time, but if we observe things through amusement coloured spectacles, wacko things can happen anywhere. When we feel good, it’s called wellbeing (mumbo jumbo). So, come hear some shopping stories. It’s OK, they’re free.

PORE 2 looks at those annoying people, you know, those who are lucky.Everyone I’ve asked ‘believes’ in luck, but that’s the only word they have to describe that state of being. Luck must work a bit like gravity, because nice things come to lucky people (luck has to be a force?). There is an explanation for luck, but it is very mumbo jumbo – ish for most. Really, if scientists can’t explain what it is, most just say that it exists, but ‘NO ONE’ knows what it is. PORE 3 looks at a couple of ideas regarding deforestation i.e. how to feel good and appreciate it, and more importantly ‘why’. After all, aren’t trees in the way of fun things and progress? Beef farming, crops, fast food outlets and big dippers etc?

Have a stroke, it’s easy when you know how (it’s easy if you try ... no Hell below us .... ). Sit in a bed on a hospital ward and decide whether you should be angry or downhearted or feel blessed. Sit there for hours on end with only a wall and other almost completely stroke-disabled patients to look at. Feel the shift into an almost carnival atmosphere as the drugs trolley comes around and the yummy tummy feeling as the meals are served. Forget sleep as you get better (IF you get better) ... or, you can take charge of thought and tame your bad feeling, bored, despairing mind. I

The people of the world plod along ... and plod along. People are conditioned into ways of life that don’t ‘work’, yet they keep on doing them and keep on doing them, but they don’t work, so they just keep on repeating them, but they don’t work so ... try again. And the same things happen, but we can’t fix them and neither can the people who we give our trust and hope to in order to fix them ... and the world plods on n,onn,onn,onplodplodplod. Maybe we’ve had the answers all along? What if we have?! What if we’ve been searching for our glasses ... and they’re on top of our heads!? Oh goody gumdrops! Every little thing’s, gonna be alright! But! Hang on! What if those glasses we’ve found require ‘effort’ to see through them? What if we can’t even believe they ‘will’‘work’? What if it’s so obvious, it can’t possibly work? Yet at the same time, it’s extremely difficult? ‘Oh noooo! More effort!’ What if that effort required means ‘thinking’ ‘deliberately’ ... Ans: we’re lost, (it becomes a hell in a handbasket job) solid lost. No way out of this fix.. The people of the world plod along ... and plod along n plod, n, ploddddd ... October Aurora Sunrise (Frankie’s trauma buddy, PA, shoulder to cry on, proof reader ...etc)