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E-Ticket Ride


At our A Course in Miracles meeting yesterday we were reading Chapters 8 and 9 in the Manual for Teachers but were having a lot of asides and discussions about why we are here in this plane, on this Earth, in this life, and in this dream. We talked about our ongoing challenges, or opportunities, as a previous mentor of mine liked to impress upon his grasshoppers. Now some of my fellow travelers like to point out how we must have chosen to be here in the first place, which got me to thinking that as furious and intense as this roller coaster journey is that: “Life is the ultimate E-Ticket Ride.”

Now, not all of my fellow travelers knew that the E-Ticket Rides were the premium rides at Disneyland in Anaheim but a quick explanation from one of my dear friends clarified the metaphor and we were back to the discussion on whether or not we chose to have this experience. It’s that ancient musing that always begs the question: If I had known then what I know now – would I have chosen life?

There are a few personages from history who have garnered my utmost respect and one of those giants in my esteem was William Blake who addressed the question with elegance in The Book of Thel. Now Thel had the opportunity to leave the Vales of Har and see first hand what awaited her should she choose to be born. What she saw disturbed her greatly and when she came to her grave she asked herself a series of questions, shrieked, and fled back into the Vales of Har.

One of my dear friends remarked that she, like many of us, have earned far too many scars on this pilgrimage, which got me to thinking about the Boogeyman from Tim Burtons The Nightmare before Christmas. What can I say? It was a very visual discussion. Anyway, the Boogeyman was held together by a thread that when pulled released the consortium inside that without there was no substance, or even existence, to the feared Boogeyman. In some ways I think we can view our scars as the badges of honor that we have survived the challenges hurled at us and actually can serve to be the bindings that hold us intact – given our perception.

I believe that, had I been in Thel’s singular position of perceiving life before she had to endure it, I would still have chosen life as long as I saw that along with the pain there was also the happiness. As it was pointed out in the ACIM Manual for Teachers we perceive because of contrasts, which begs the question: Could I know joy without knowing misery? Not that I know the answer but the philosopher in me believes that it is worth pondering.

When I was a kid the E-Ticket was the most treasured in the booklet. Indeed, to the extent that junk drawers all over Southern California held numerous unused A, B, C, and D-Tickets without an unused E-Ticket in sight and I wonder if the junk drawers in the Vales of Har look the same.

Life, the ultimate E-Ticket Ride, replete with its Tunnels of Love and its Chambers of Horrors. Yes, I have my jagged scars and my wretched nightmares but I also have Love and all is well.

Tempus Fugit, Mors Venit

Back in the Fall of 2012 the professor for the songwriting and composition class I was taking at the local community college assigned the class the challenge of writing a set of lyrics that involved time. I usually don’t have too much difficulty deciding on a theme but with this particular task I was lost. That is, until the morning of September 27th when I noticed two things in particular in the Sun newspaper: Randy Bachman was turning 69, and Andy Williams died. There were other birthdays and passings but these two were of particular significance to me. For someone of my generation the “Guess Who” was a significant musical influence and growing up with the Andy Williams’ Show (remember the Osmond Brothers?) was a real treat. Well, those two events were all the inspiration I needed to compose the following set of lyrics and turn them in that afternoon.

Thursday morning Sun was in my eyes
With some tears that didn’t fall
Andy Williams died, tempus fugit
And some years cry foully pall

Moon River wider than a lifetime
Where do I begin to tell you when
Your lover has gone with Autumn Leaves
And that old summer sound of music

Thursday morning Sun was in my eyes
With some fears that didn’t stall
Randy Bachman plied as mors venit
Sixty-nine, Oh, Happy Day

That woman gonna mess-up my mind
She ain’t a gonna share any land
New mother nature falling behind
She ain’t a hanging on to your life

Time is a thief, a prankster at best
He steals your innocence and says you’ve been blessed
He kills every dream you’ve ever confessed
And battles each quest until you’re finally at rest
Down in the ground where the worms squirm around

Thursday mourning Sun was in my eyes
Thursday mourning sun will soon be gone
Tempus fugit, mors venit
Time flees, Death advances