Life can only become interesting by living in my own
world - a bubble in reality where my wishes become
commands promptly executed by my thoughts when
following rules as explained by Abraham - that non-
physical spirit channelled by Esther Hicks - I walked
sedately out of the office to march in a troupe of
Drum majorettes, all within my head, down the street
to German iPod music playing in my ears - yodelling,
feeling the world change into the Swiss Alps where I
wear festive local costume & become Julie Andrews
singing in the Sound Of Music - all without anybody
being any the wiser on seeing me
Nobody knew though my body was here, actually I
was surrounded by the mountainous beauty of my
dreams, marching with my Fedora denoting typical
Swiss headgear, a feather in my headband; floating
down to earth when I returned to my desk to finish
checking the book list, my day around the world a
secret held within happy images living in my head!
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