Wow! This is a more challenging exercise than I thought it would be. David Khorram "tagged" me with this.

Here are the rules of the game:

Each player starts with 7 random facts/habits about themselves. People who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their seven things, as well as these rules. You need to choose four people to get tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they have been tagged and to read your blog!

Here's where I get stuck! I keep thinking that if I'm going to write something, that there's got to be a purpose for it; something that benefits others. So then, I ask myself:
What do I want to share?
Do I use this as a confessional? (to help people relate)
Do I use it to simply list my goals?
Do I use it to show how unique I am?
Do I use it as the basis of my weekly column?
Is this a gift from the universe to help me write my next book?
Will it end up being the most important things I want people to know about me?
Do I mention my SAT scores like Angelo did? Do I mention my world view like David did? (Of course, once I start to do that, it surely will morph into a book). I think my life is already a pretty open book, so what can I write that hasn't already been included in my books and blogs?
As a writer, I don't like to write stuff that's already been written, by
my or anyone else. So I keep thinking that it has to be new.

To make it comprehensive, and of some value to the next person I tag, I'm searching for a template I can use: One belief. One expectation. One like. One dislike. One demand. One fear. And one truly random thought. That sounds fair enough. Let's go with that.

But, then I think, wait, if I'm really a student of personal growth, a seeker towards being an adept, then I know that my beliefs are really my certainties and my reality. I really have no fears, just awarenesses. I really have no expectations, since I strive to give up expectations since they are the basis of all unhappiness. I neither like nor dislike anything with any intensity that controls me. I don't demand but work towards tolerance and acceptance of what is. And I accept that everyone is pretty much doing the best they can with the purpose of doing what they came here to do, so I have no judgments.

I don't think this exercise was meant to be this difficult, so I think the challenge here is for me to get out of guru mode and just talk about MYSELF in ways that don't necessarily teach anything to anyone. But who wants to read that I like chocolate ice cream (soy-based, of course).

So I guess if I resign myself to the fact that it won't be anything definitive, life changing, or profound, but merely what's closest to the surface right now, I can offer these

SEVEN RANDOM FACTS ABOUT WALT:

1. I believe in magic.
By that I mean that we all have the real ability to influence events and reality in truly remarkable ways. Our awareness of that power has been suppressed. We occasionally get glimpses of it. Uh-oh, I'm doing it again. These should be random facts about me. OK. Cut!! Rewrite!!

1. I can do magic.
By that I mean that I have the real ability to influence events and reality in truly remarkable ways. My awareness of that power is being expanded. I can read minds, see the future, manipulate events, live in alternate realities and construct concurrent realities of my choosing in ways that usually impress, but sometimes frighten and intimidate people.

2. I fear rejection.
But I have my "mojo macdaddy moments."

3. I like cats.
quiet, soft and independent...I like my cats and my w--um, better just leave it there....


4. I once helped a chicken hatch out of its shell.
When I was about 7, I was living with my grandmother in Old Harbour, Jamaica. We raised chickens for the eggs. One Particular hen was sitting on 6 eggs. I eagerly waited the 21 days for the eggs to hatch. At roughly the same time, five of the six eggs hatched. One egg didn't. My grandmother had me crawl into the coop, retrieve the egg so she could check it out. We could hear the chicken inside chirping faintly. It was too small and weak to break free on its own. I helped free the little, wet, weak chicken from its shell. My grandmother told me it would grow up to be a cock. (hens are usually yellow, cocks are black). And sure enough, that little chicken I named Percy, grew up to be a strong, loud, leader of the yard for many years.

5. I pick up new languages easily. I can speak English (I think), Spanish, and recently enough Mandarin to raise eyebrows.
I also know a few words in Russian, Italian.

6. I believe that there is a revolution afoot that's not being reported. Soon, however, it will of its own reach critical mass and the current agenda will be subverted. (but I'll save that one for the next book)

7. I am a wanderer, here to assist with the transition.

Whew!
p.s. And, I got a 1310 (out of 1600) on my SAT!


I'll tag Cinta, Carl, Franicia, and Melissa

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