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Date Posted: 14:08:15 07/27/01 Fri
Author: Betsy
Subject: OK, SM, here goes,
In reply to: SM78 's message, "Re: <i>La Elizabeth Mysterioso</i>" on 14:20:06 07/26/01 Thu

Geez, I've finally reached the pinnacle! I'm as enigmatic as that "Mona" gal. JUST WHAT IS THE SECRET BEHIND HER SMILE?

OK, levitating down, let's talk, shall we?

Do you know what KUNDALINI means? Well, for a very spiritual person (like me - and don't laugh too hard) there are times of great upheaval, stress, horrible fissures. It's ghastly!! I hate it so much. Fortunately, through a lot of training, I've learned to weather the storm (no matter how strange I become or how embarrassed I am when I'm too honest for everyone else) and ACTUALLY emerge grinning from ear to ear.

You might ask - "How can that be? After all, she seems to be such a riddle." My answer is, "yup." I am just that. I am that especially to myself.

Ahem....my training....you want to know about my training? Well, I went to college, but what kind of training is that? I've been through lots of experimental crap, knowing full well at the time, it wasn't going to propel me in the direction others taught me might be best for me.

I'm one of those people with lots of raw intelligence and too much emphasis on "good taste". Honestly. I love beautiful things. I love them so much I know about one of my former existences. I was a late middle-aged scholar, schooled in art - and placed in charge of "precious things" while working and living in
ShangHai(BJ for all you whippersnappers!!! Kaff, kaff, heh, heh, heh.)

A revolution (one of so many, but who cares if you are mostly interested in beauty) was going on. I discovered (or thought I did - at the time) some people in authority had little regard for art - period. I decided they would most surely do something stupid with all those things I'd loved and protected for so long. In a millisecond, I TOOK THEM. All of them. I stole EVERYTHING. I wanted to PROTECT IT. Little did I know at the time "ain't no way" I can save beauty from destruction. Hell, I actually thought destruction and beauty had little ties. How foolish I was. Proof of EGO-SURVIVAL, even amongst conflicting rules and rewards, just took over. I saved those damned things - not for anyone else - but for MOI!!!!!

End result, I've been trying to make some progress on that "Karma Mountain" ever since. Let's refrain from imagining how far I go back. Let's face it, there is at least one gene in me that is attributable to that small, scrofulous additive that INSISTS I admire, save, lie about, conscript, and generally protect that side of EVERYTHING.

Worry not. Live is still a riddle inside an enigma. So, we'll continue to try to figure ME out.

Much love and kisses,

Betsy

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