Physical Tension

Some weeks back I mentioned here that I was using a hypnotic induction on Increasing Your Physical Presence, a product of an English business called The Confidence Club. I'm doing this so that when the time comes for me to rule the world, I'll be ready.

The directions call for listening to the CD two or three times a week for the first month. I've just completed week three.

The first time I listened I didn't remember most of it afterwards. (That may have been the most effective go-round.) Now I've heard it enough times that I'm familiar with the words. And one line that jumped out at me last night was "tension relies on fear of the future."

I've never been especially attracted to the idea of being entirely relaxed; it has always seemed slouchy and draggy in my mind. But coding tight shoulders as fear of what's going to happen takes all the virtue out of it. Which may mean that I'll finally relax--a little, anyway.

I'm not sure how I'll know if there's a change in my Physical Presence. No one has commented yet on my unusual growth in charisma. But I'm expecting it any day now.

And, by the way, if you click on the link in the previous sentence, you'll find a put-into-practice now set of tips from none other than The Trump Blog. No reason not to try both approaches. We all need to be prepared to be rule the world; the moment could come any day now.



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Blake's "Forests of the Night"

A friend just got a tiger tattoo for his 60th birthday.

Which of course brought to mind the William Blake poem:

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?....

Blake is asking of the tiger: who made thee? He's writing about where we came from and where we're going, as well as the power and beauty of the animal.

Sometimes when I teach a writing workshop, I ask people to figure out what one question all their writing is trying to answer.

Blake's question is my question, the search that drives my books. "In what distant deeps or skies/Burnt the fire of (our) eyes?"

Do you know the question that drives your art? Is there an image that embodies that question?

I don't plan to get a tattoo, but I do like seeing my question clearly before me as I follow a story into the forests.



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