a reality check

[Julian Winston]

Hello list!

OK. You see a friendly greeting. Even see an exclamation point. "Ah!
Same old Winston" you say.
Let me provide a reality check.
E-mail lies. It always has. What you SEE is my active mind, and my
desire to be up-beat and polite.

But my reality is quite otherwise.
I am confined to bed.
I cannot stand.
I cannot turn over without nursing assistance.
I cannot get up to use the toilet.
My GI system has shut down because of "scleroderma"
I cannot eat.
My food intake is limited to about a teaspoon of liquid every hour.
My day is spent, mostly, sleeping-- with the few times I get myself
to rouse and check on line. Since I can not sit, I have to work on my
lap while lying-- not the ideal.
THAT is what is going on with me.
The process is known as "facing death" and it is not very pleasant--
especially for me on the physical level. Mentally, I'm just fine with
it all.
So, when you see (read) me here, PLEASE understand the whole of what
I'm going through. It is not something people often talk about-- but
then.. I'm a talker.

I do not need remedy suggestions. My care is excellent.
I WILL read messages but I do not promise to answer them-- something
I would certainly have done in the past.

AND NOW.....

I'm happy I was able to be here (on this plane of existence) to
offer a reply to the "occult" message. I'll continue as long as I am
able.
Someone (in a private message to me) said:" oh my..........we need
your voice so"

Well, sorry for the reality of it.
BUT... the old lyghtforce list from mid July to mid November in
*1996* HAD THE THING I POSTED plus it had 18 MORE messages on the
topic. I'm sure it would be available somewhere from someone if
anyone kept track of this stuff. Might even be in "the archives."
ALL I DO is keep track. You can too.
Find the back issues of "Homeopathy Today" and *read* them. Lots is
in there--from me and others.
Get my two books and *read* them. Many questions people have asked of
me are answered clearly in those works. Why would I have spent the
time writing them otherwise?
Not to disparage anyone here, but the population is getting too lazy.
People want quick answers. GET OUT OF THE RUT! Start reading. Find
the old journal called "The Organon"
(most likely somewhere on line), and READ IT. There is more value in
there than there is in the last year's worth of homeopathic journals
worldwide.

And... don't limit yourself to homeopathy. My ability to "piece it
together" comes from an amazingly wide background. I have never
limited my intake of information to a single source. I know how to
operate a Bridgeport milling machine, I have read the works of
Ouspensky and I'm a personal friend of both Buddy Emmons and Lloyd
Green. No one else can place those three thing in the same sentence.
I DO know "shit from Shinola." (oops! A unique, and old, Americanism!)

And will my voice still be there? No, it will not. And below is the
reason it will not. Trust you enjoy reading this old essay, and that
the message of it comes through. Feel free to pass it on to whoever.
Be happy that we were here at the same time. I am.

JW

*****

Brown's Job (written as an ad in 1920 for BBD&O ad agency)

Brown is gone, and many men in the trade are wondering who will get
Brown's job.

There has been considerable speculation about this. Brown's job was
reputed to be a good job. Brown's former employers, wise, grey-eyed
men, have had to sit still and repress amazement, as they listened to
bright, ambitious young men and dignified older ones seriously apply
for Brown's job.

Brown had a big chair and a wide, flat-topped desk covered with a
sheet of glass. Under the glass was a map of the United States. Brown
had a salary of thirty thousand dollars a year. And twice a year,
Brown made a "trip to the coast" and called on every one of the
firm's distributors.
He never tried to sell anything. Brown wasn't exactly in the sales
department. He visited with the distributors, called on a few
dealers, and once in a while made a little talk to salesmen.
Back at the office, he answered most of the important complaints,
although Brown's job wasn't to handle complaints.
Brown wasn't in the credit department either, but vital questions of
credit got to Brown, somehow or other, and Brown would smoke, talk,
and tell a joke, untwist the telephone cord and tell the credit
manager what to do.
Whenever Mr. Wythe, the impulsive little president, working like a
beaver, would pick up a bunch of papers and peer into a particularly
troublesome or messy subject, he had a way of saying, "What does
Brown say? What does Brown say? What the hell does Brown say? --
Well, why don't you do it, then?

And THAT was disposed.
Or when there was a difficulty that required quick action and lots of
it, together with tact, and lots of that, Mr. Wythe would say,
"Brown, you handle that."

And then one day the directors met unofficially and decided to fire
the superintendent of No. 2 mill. Brown didn't hear of this until the
day after the letter had gone. "What do you think of it Brown?" asked
Mr. Wythe. Brown said, "That's all right. The letter won't be
delivered until tomorrow morning, and I'll get him on the wire and
have him start East tonight. Then I'll have his stenographer send the
letter back here, and I'll destroy it before he sees it."
The others agreed, "That's the thing to do."

Brown knew the business he was in. He knew the men he worked with. He
had a whole lot of sense, which he apparently used without
consciously summoning his judgement to his assistance. He seemed to
think good sense.
Brown is gone, and men are applying for Brown's job. Others are
asking who is going to get Brown's job-- bright, ambitious young men,
dignified older men.
Men who are not the son of Brown's mother, nor the husband of Brown's
wife, not the product of Brown's childhood-- men who never suffered
Brown's sorrows nor felt his joys, men who never loved things that
Brown loved not feared the things he feared-- are asking for Brown's
job.
Don't they know that Brown's chair and his desk, with the map under
the glass top, and his pay envelope, are not Brown's job?
Don't they know they might as well apply to the Methodist Church for
John Wesley's job?
Brown's former employers know it. Brown's job is where Brown is.

[cdhoward]

I'm not sure if this is how to send a message to minutus but I'm going to
have a go anyway.

Julian I usually only read the messages on here but felt I had to say
something ..some words of thank you for all the work you do and all your
honest thoughts you post on here, your books and your shared knowledge. I
often scroll through the messages to see what you have to say about this and
that subject because I find your opinions thought provoking and they help me
to be more objective about what I read. Even now when you must feel like
crap you take the time to send us messages and thoughts and keep us up with
whats happening with you.Thankyou.

Because I am not very good at expressing myself in words I went surfing for
quotes that might give you an idea of how much you are appreciated by so
many people. Some of the sections I looked in were : wisdom, achievements,
teacher, respect,truth, knowledge, victory (your database), character,
effort.....I just got confused. So I'll just say these are some of the
things that I think of when I think of you and all your works. The following
is one I rather liked though..it kind of replies to your appology if you
have offended anyone.

Norman Vincent Peale:
The trouble with most of us is that we would rather be ruined by praise than
saved by criticism.

Cheers Deb Howard
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