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I'm a fan of Breszny's from back when I lived in the Bay Area and read his horoscopes weekly. Like Tom Robbins, this man is as happy rolling around in language as a pig in mud and you can't help but diving in yourself. I purchased Pronoia about a month ago, not knowing Breszny had written any books. So far, his exercises have produced fantastic fodder for soul searching diary entries, illuminating free-writes, and even a blog posting or two. I dip into Pronoia like a tall cool drink in the desert whenever I need to touch base with my inner goof. Love this book!
PRONOIA: The meaning of pronoia: “The suspicion that the universe is a conspiracy on your/my behalf.” “I believe reality is a marvelous joke staged for my edifiction and amusement, and everybody is working very hard to make me happy,” Terence McKenna. “You should view the world as a conspiracy run by a very closely-knit group of nearly omnipotent people, and you should think of these people as yourself and your friends.” Robert Anton.
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I have been reading this one for a week now, keeping it open on the couch for daily inspiration. Brezsney is amazing at the amout of ideas he has gathered together for us to leap into the joys of life.
Leap beyond the illusions of always struggling. It is a healthy ride out beyond ordinary life to seeing rainbows & flowers & smiles in every moment.
See this: Rituals of Mourning
So our time of mourning begins. As every good psychotherapist recommends, we need to FEEL THE PAIN for a while–but not indefinitely. Maybe it'll be three days from now, or maybe three weeks. But sooner or later, we will have completely experienced the sadness of the ghastly calamity that has just unfolded. And then it will be time to rise up, steel our wills in the name of love, and resume the fight for beauty, truth, love, justice, and goodness.
Rise up, Be the Beauty & Truth that you are.
Delight is hiding around every corner. Joy is falling from the skies. Love is the breeze filling my sails. Hammers still crush thumbs painfully, but i find i do it less and less often now, somehow the universe keeps moving that hammer just enough to the right.
Read. Laugh hysterically. Change your life.