The 3rd Chapter of My Novel, Starlight

3.               Romance

The next day was Friday and Adam was inwardly vibrating with anticipation about his Saturday evening date with Talissa. He tried to not think about it and concentrate instead on his work, but it was useless. He kept looking around half expecting to see her. And he was relieved when he did not. The joke that they used to say about him at chess club was true. (“If Adam did get a girlfriend, he wouldn’t know what to do with her.” “Don’t worry about that. He wouldn’t know what to do to get one in the first place”) And of course he would joke back that they were all experts on his social ineptitude with women, because they were just as hopeless as he was. Still, he had done pretty well so far without knowing what to do. He had a date with the world’s most beautiful woman. Even though he was so nervous that he could barely concentrate on his work, he knew that he had to keep moving forward if he was to get anywhere. And besides, it seemed to him that Talissa had done the driving so far and he was certainly willing to go along for the ride. He was desperate to go along for the ride.

When Adam arrived home from work, Both Fred and Erik were there. Adam could not keep his excitement to himself any longer.

Fred, Erik, I have a date!” He blurted out as soon as he walked in the door. Then he just stood there looking at both of them.

A smile spread across Erik’s face. “Is it the one that Fred told me about?”

“Uh huh.” Adam replied blankly.

“So she speaks French? Perhaps you should introduce me to her?”

Jealousy welled up in Adam’s heart. Erik’s smooth ways with women were well know to him, yet he did not want to seem perturbed to his friends. He tried to act cool, but the expression on his face was obvious to Erik.

“Hey, chill,” Erik said. “You know that there is no way that I would even come close to treading on your territory. And if you’ll remember, I’ve tried to throw some action your way more than once.”

These words just made Adam feel more inadequate. He truly feared that somehow Talissa would totally ignore him if Erik were in the room. But then he just as quickly realized that Erik was a true friend, and that he would indeed use his exceptional social ability to help Adam no matter what.

A smile lighten up Adam’s face. “Maybe you could give me a few pointers. Or something…God, I don’t know. I want this date so bad, but I’m shaking inside just thinking about it. What if I goof it up?”

“Well,” answered Fred. “The first rule is to think only about success.”

Erik nodded in agreement. “Consider the facts and see the best that could happen. But first tell us how you got the date. I am proud of you. It must have taken all of your courage to ask her.”

“Well, actually, she asked me.”

Fred and Erik glanced at each other in delighted surprise.”

“Curiouser and curiouser, said Alice. She must really like you!” responded Fred.

Erik nodded in happy agreement, “Even for me, that is a very rare occurrence.”

“Okay, but what do I need to do? What do I need to say? How can I make her like me?”

“She already likes you,” replied Erik. “That’s apparent. The real goal is to set and maintain a good mood. If you try to impress her, it will only come across as nervousness. It will make you seem phony. And that is something that is easy to avoid. So for starters, give Fred and me a very detailed account of everything that you can remember; what you said, what she said, and how she acted.”

Adam told them everything that he could remember about his encounters with Talissa. Fred and Erik listened intently as Adam went through what he could remember. They asked him very few questions until he started repeating himself.

“Well, she certainly put in a lot of effort to be alone with you. Notice that both times that she talked to you it was in a place that was unobservable from the mansion, so we can guess that this is probably a case of rich girl rebellion against an over-protective daddy.”

“Sort of a case of going for the hot pool boy when daddy ain’t lookin’,” added Fred.

“I’m not hot.” mumbled Adam.

“Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, it’s cliché but it’s true.” said Erik. “You’re so clueless that you don’t notice women checking you out. I’ve seen it happen many times. You’re in shape, and I’ve also been told by more than one female of my acquaintance that your face is very handsome. You’ve got to put on a little confidence here, man. I’m being straight with you.”

“We’re just pointing out that you need to relax and realize that you’ve got something going for yourself with women, especially this woman,” added Fred.

“That’s right,” said Erik, “so listen carefully and we’ll go over the main points a few times so you get them down. That’s one of your strong points, you’re a quick learner.” And with that Erik and Fred began telling Adams what he should and should not do, how he should act, and other more subtle perspectives on successful social interaction with women.

 

Talissa felt a rush of excitement as she drove to the mall. Her mother just thought that she was going shopping. Usually she was quite honest with her mother, but now she need a part of her world to be private, without the social guidance that she had been immersed within for most of her life. There was a sense of freedom that rose up from her heart. She had never felt this feeling before. It was like something she would feel when she was a young girl reading adventure novels. Something new and unexpected was about to happen. She could feel it, and gentle waves of unlimited possibilities washed through her mind and body as her rendezvous with Adam drew closer and closer. Tonight, she was going to find out more about him. She realized that she had preconceptions about him from her dreams, but she felt they were they real. Her brief interactions with him had so far had only served to strengthen her fascination and attraction to him. She though about the poem that he had recited to her and wished that it was about her, for her, and inspired by her. Silly romantic emotions, she thought, but she was experiencing them anyway, just like in her dreams. And now she intended to probe deeper into the reality of the man who had invaded her dreams.

At exactly 5:30 by his watch, Adam walked into the restaurant. He was dressed causally for the occasion, just as Erik had instructed him. He was wearing a long sleeved print shirt that he had bought at a high end retailer at the mall. His trousers matched his shirt, and he had on a black belt and black leather shoes, along with a black leather jacket. Erik had taken him shopping earlier in the day to make sure that he looked good for the date. Plus, his usual geek boy attire would not have been appropriate here. The daily weight training was beginning to have an effect, and some of his clothes no longer fit properly. His former 14 inch biceps now bulged in at 16 inches, his shoulders were broad like a gymnast’s, and his abdominals looked good enough for a late night infomercial. He actually felt a little confident about looking his best for Talissa, and he felt less nervous since Erik and Fred and spent so much time preparing him for the date.

Adam looked around the restaurant and Talissa was already there sitting at a table looking at the menu. She was wearing a burgundy-red and violet dress. It was cut just above the knee and conformed well to her body lines. She had on knee-high fur-lined black leather boots. And her fur lined leather coat hung behind her on the chair. A smile broke out on her face when she saw him, and she waved him over.

“Hi!” She said in English smiling warmly. Adam smiled back.

“You don’t mind if I sit here, do you,” he replied while pulling out the chair opposite to her from across the table.

“Of course, I’ve been waiting for you.”

Adam noticed that her English accent was perfect.

“Your English sounds like a native speaker.”

“Only speak English here, we don’t want to attract any attention.”

“Why’s that?”

“Never mind. How’s work?”

“Do the mansion grounds look good or what?”

“Okay, that was a silly question.”

Adam picked up the menu next to him on the table. Talissa was already looking at hers.

“I’ve never been here before,” he said looking at the menu, “What’s good?”

“It’s all good, depending on what you like. I’m thinking of getting the chicken and tofu with rice noodles. Maybe.”

Adam scanned the list of dishes, and beef with spring vegetables caught his eye. Erik had made it clear to order what seemed good to him and not get something just because Talissa was getting it.

“I’m thinking beef with vegetables looks good. You know, the cover of this menu reminds me of some sort of Impressionist’s painting. I would expect Chinese characters, or panda bears, or something…”

Talissa’s face lit up, “Do you like Impressionism?” she asked. It was one of her favorite styles with its splash of colors resolving into distinct images at a distance.

“I love Monet and his water lily paintings.”

“Me too,” replied Talissa eagerly. “I love his approach to lighting in Woman with a Parasol, and what do you think about the Post-Impressionist extension into Pointillism?”

“Well, Seurat’s A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte is well-known but I think his technique worked best with View of Fort Samson because it has only nature visible and no people. Seurat depiction of people often impresses me as being a little muddy, but he does well with nature scenes.”

Talissa almost could not believe what she was hearing. Adam was so cultured for a common worker. And he had just expressed her feelings about the artists. No one she had talked to before had even known about these painting styles, and yet Adam knew about them and felt the same as she did about them. She felt like sitting in his lap and kissing him. It was another wild thought that she knew she had to suppress. She smiled weakly at Adam and looked back down at the menu to regain her composure.

The waitress came and Adam ordered beef with spring vegetables, and Talissa somehow ended up ordering the same thing. Adam felt a surge of subtle excitement about being with Talissa. He gazed at her face as she looked up at the waitress and placed her order. Every contour of her cheeks was beautiful. He watched the subtle motions of her lips as she spoke. This turned him on. He could feel it and he wanted to kiss her. Yet he felt so comfortable being here with her. The was not that usual tense feeling that he would have around women he desired. Instead he felt a sense of curiosity. He wanted to know her better, to get closer to her. It was a mystery to him why she liked him, but he knew that she did and that made him feel at ease.

“You know,” he said, “the first time I saw you, you were walking with a man, and you were speaking a language that I couldn’t identify. What was it?”

“French.”

“It wasn’t French.”

“It was Creole French.”

“It didn’t sound like that to me. I read a book on Creole. How do you say, ‘I’m sick,’ in Creole?” Adam could remember this sentence from the book.

Talissa was starting to feel uncomfortable. “Je malade,” she replied softly in an attempt to say something that she really did not know.

“I thought it was, “mo malade.” Adam noticed the uncomfortable look on Talissa’s face. “But it doesn’t matter, I just thought it would be cool if you spoke a language that I didn’t know about.”

Adam’s response lessened Talissa’s distress at the first question, and she felt like giving him what he wanted. “OK, it wasn’t Creole. Only low class people speak Creole. It’s the language that we speak where I’m originally from. It’s called Dwan.”

“I’ve never heard of Dwan. Where’s it spoken?”

“Where I’m from.”

“And where’s that.”

Now Talissa felt very uncomfortable again. She had brought up a subject that was best left silent. “I’ll tell you later. For now, let’s keep it a mystery.”

Adam could sense that the conversation needed to take on a new direction, so he smiled and changed the subject. Erik had made it clear that a conversation with a women should be like chi sao sparing in Wing Chun. You had to go with the ever changing flow of energy to keep things balanced and not get hit.

“Who was that man you were talking with in the garden?”

“You don’t know?” It then occurred to Talissa that her father had not brought up family matters with Adam. “That’s my older brother, Logan. He’s a musician.”

“So you’re a painter, and he plays music. You have a talented family. Do you have any other family members?”

“Not here. It’s just us and my parents.”

“What exactly does your father do?”

“He has several businesses…” Talissa thought about how to phrase it and still be truthful, “import, export, and manufacturing.”

“Well that certainly explains how you can enjoy such a nice home.” Adam thought about what she a said a bit earlier. “So you’re not originally from Haiti?”

“No,” she replied curtly with an expression on her face that told Adam to back off from this particular issue.

He slide sideways into another subject. “Yea, you really don’t look like it. Your hair is very beautiful.” Adam was again entranced by Talissa exotic beauty. He gazed at her hair a moment and then continued. “It’s got three different shade of red. There’s no way it could be dyed, so it must be natural.”

“It is,” Talissa smiled. “It has to do with my mixed ancestry.” She liked the enchanted fascination that Adam was displaying in his eyes towards how she looked. The discomfort that she had been feeling totally faded, and she wanted to focus on Adam. After all, that was why she asked him to meet her here. “How do you know so much about art if you work all the time?”

“I like to read, so I do it a lot.” Erik had made it clear that he was not to mention his almost total lack of a satisfying social life, but to vaguely stick to the facts , and let her fill in the blanks. “I like to read about history and art. Not everything, of course. There’s too much to know everything, but I know a lot.”

Talissa felt that he did know a lot. She did not know how she knew it though. Maybe it was impressions from her dreams. It was fascinating that he was so knowledgeable about art. She would expect a person from his class to know about work, but not art. Why was he so appealing? His face and the way he moved his body was so attractive. Her desire to be close to him grew inside her heart as she realized that he was both intelligent and physically attractive to her. But he was not even close to her status in life. She did not want to think about that aspect of the situation just now. She just wanted to focus on the moment…on being with him.

“Do you have any brothers and sisters?” she asked.

“I have two sister and one brother. They’re all older than me.”

“How about your parents? What do they do?”

“My dad usually does some kind of construction work and my mom is a secretary.”

“Oh. So that’s why you have to work so much. What are your plans for the future?”

“Well, I want to go to college. After I save up enough money, I intend to go full-time.”

“And what will you study?”

“I’m still trying to decide exactly. I love languages, but I don’t see much earning potential there. I’ve thought about getting an engineering degree, but I’ll have to improve my math. I’ve also considered getting a marketing or business degree, and judging by your dad’s success, that seems to be a good option.”

“Yea,” replied Talissa, “but there’s a lot more to it than you might think. The reason we moved to Haiti is because bribes work so well there.” Talissa felt her jaw tighten. She knew she should avoid certain touchy subjects, but it just came out.

“I’ve heard that life at the top isn’t always straight forward like that, but I still think it’s better than getting walked on because you’re poor. I’ve had enough of being on the low end of society. My parents worked hard all their lives and they have nothing to show for it. I’m gonna do so much better.”

Talissa was delighted to hear that, and relieved that Adam had not ask about Haiti and bribes. Adam was ambitious, and she liked that idea. So many princes she had met in her life were actually quite lazy, and were content to have their titles just because of who their parents were. She even recognized this attitude in herself. But at least she had the ambition to be a recognized and respected artist. In her mind, there should be more to life than just court functions, balls, and the status of having married into the right family. Except in unusual circumstances, she could only marry down in life, but that was the fate of an emperor’s daughter. Logan was not the direct heir either. There were three older brother from her father’s first wife, if any of them were still alive. The coup against her father had been swift, and communication was difficult. She just hoped that her other brothers had managed to escape to safety. Talissa broke out of her temporary reverie and looked at Adam. If she had to marry down, way down, because of circumstances, Adam was a very appealing option at the moment.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” she asked.

“Uh,” Adam almost choked on his drink. He wasn’t expecting that question. “Uh, no. I’m really too busy, and a girlfriend might keep me from getting things done that I want to do.” Both Erik and Fred had made it clear that the only reason that he should mention for not having a girlfriend was that he was too busy. And they had further advised him to avoid the subject completely, which was why he was a little surprised that Talissa had brought up the subject, especially so soon.

Talissa sensed the surprise in Adam’s voice. She was a bit confused as to what it meant. Could it be that he really did not like her? She felt that was the wrong idea. Her whole life everybody had liked her. Well, there were plenty of princesses and court attached females who did not like her, but that was because of her status and beauty. But most males would trip over their tongues to try and talk to her. She liked the fact that Adam was different. He was talking to her like she was a real person, and not the high-status princess that she was. But then, he did not know that, and it was refreshing in a subtle, alluring way to be treated like this.

“You know, after working so much,” Adam said, “it’s just nice to spend time alone and read. I sometimes feel compelled to learn more about some languages that I’m studying or read some more history. You can learn a lot about people from reading history.”

Talissa felt like it would be good to drop the relationship subject just now and get him talking about his interests. “So you find history and languages to be interesting. Why’s that?”

“I remember thinking about other languages when I was real young. When I was in grade school, I made up my own language on a sheet of paper. Of course it was just English with other words. I still remember how to say I love you in it. It was ‘mar ala nifaha’. It was silly, but then it seemed cool to me.”

Talissa noticed that he just said ‘I love you’ without passion or real meaning. Somehow she felt that she wanted him to say that to her with sincere emotion. The notion made her feel unsettled. She should not be having these thoughts about a low status commoner, but somehow she was not concerned about it very much at all. Her situation was confusing, and she was only trying to keep her head above water emotionally. A warm energy seemed to flow out from Adam into her head. It made her feel comfortable and secure, like she was worthy for who she was as a person and not what she was. This was the best time she had had for a long time, and she was going to enjoy the moment.

“What languages do you know?” she asked.

“Well, my French is pretty good, and I can read and understand a lot of Japanese. I’ve got some command of Russian and Spanish, and I know a little bit of Chinese. I’ll bet you that I could learn a lot that language of yours, Dwan, I think you said, rather fast. Good enough to talk to you in a few weeks. Do you have some kind of grammar of it? I’d really like to see it.” Adam’s love of language learning showed in his face. Talissa could see this and somehow she wanted to please him, but they were on a sensitive subject again.

“No,” she replied softly.

“Are you sure? I’d really really like to see it if you can find one.”

The energy in Adam’s voice made Talissa’s heart soften.

“I’ll see what I can find… Okay?”

“Cool.”

The conversation continued and touched on other subjects. They talked about things like Adam’s friends and history, and Talissa’s interest in fashion and painting. The time slid by softly and effortlessly. At one point, Talissa looked down a her bracelet.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed, “It’s 8:30 and I told my mom I’d be back by 9.”

“Oh. OK.” replied Adam with a smile as nonchalantly as he could manage. Erik had made it clear that when the date was over to not seem clingy, and make it seems cool, even though, deep in his heart, he felt like he wanted this time with Talissa to last for much much longer.

“Look,” said Talissa, “You need to know that I had a real good time talking to you this evening and I want to see you again, but…” Talissa searched for the words to put it nicely, “ it would be better if you didn’t say anything about us having dinner together. It’s especially important that my family doesn’t know anything about this, so keep your mouth shut and just wait for me to contact you again. Okay?”

“Okay.” Adam kept his cool. He liked that she was taking control. It kept the anxiety and confusion about knowing what to do at a minimum.

Talissa reached down and took the bill. “I’m paying, by the way.”

After they had left the restaurant together, they stood at the edge of the parking lot looking into each other’s eyes. It was only a moment, but it seemed to last for a very long time.

`Finally Talissa said, “We’ll talk real soon. À bientôt.”

À bientôt,” said Adam softly, and they both turned and walked to their cars without looking back in the soft light of the summer twilight.

Driving back home, Talissa felt a surge of emotion swelling through her mind and her body. Adam had opened doors in her mind to places that she did not even know that she had. She kept having thoughts about how she would like to get physical with Adam. She wished she could go home with him and spend the night, a day, a week, with him next to her, the two of them alone and so together. A part of her wanted to recoil at the thought. She was a princess and she had never even been kissed. Her entourage and her family had seen to that. She and the other princesses had certainly talked about such things when they were alone, but the reality of getting physical with a male was an impossibility for someone of her social position. Still, tingling thoughts of his lips on her lips, his hands on her body danced pleasurably through her mind. She was physically so turned on by these thoughts and she could feel it in the wetness of her body. When she arrived home, she felt a curious mixture of excitement and exhaustion from the uncertain future she envisioned in her thoughts. Yet she somehow managed to quickly fall asleep and dream of Adam yet again.

 

When Adam arrived home, both Erik and Fred were waiting for him. He told them what had happened, and they both congratulated him on a well played game. They encourage him to keep his cool, and patiently wait for Talissa’s next move. It was obvious, they explained, that she had a strong crush on Adam, so they went over some points to keep Adam from doing anything that would sour the progress that he had achieved so far with her. Adam felt very tired from the excitement of the evening, so he then went straight to bed.

Adam was looking for a new place to live. He saw a beautiful cottage in front of him. It was nestled in some trees on a wooded lot with lots of colorful flowers. There was sign in the front yard that said it was for rent. He walked up to the cottage looking for a phone number so he could call and get an appointment to see the place. He felt an intense sense of enchantment the closer he approached the cottage. He sensed a beckoning energy drawing him to the cottage and he knew in his heart that it would be the perfect place to live.

He walked up to the front door and notice that only the screen door was closed. He looked into the house and was entranced by how beautifully decorated it was inside. It was so cozy, so feminine, and so inviting. He knocked on the door and waited, but no one came to answer. Then he tried the handle of the screen door and discovered that it was unlocked. He knew that he should not go inside, but he felt compelled to step inside anyway to get a closer look.

The feminine nature of the decor washed through his body like a refreshing breeze. The woman who lived here was so obviously creative, original, and unique. He could tell that she was an artist. She had all sorts of paintings and drawings covering the walls. He gazed at one painting of roses. It was so natural, colorful, and lifelike, but it was unique because there were no thorns on the roses. On the coffee table, there was a full color picture book with the title ‘Natural Sensations’. Every page had pictures of the paintings and drawings that she had created. There were flowers and nature scenes, and drawings of houses in the countryside. He felt that she was a person with great passion for her life and her art. He could tell that she strived to do her best at what she truly loved to do.

Then Adam noticed that Talissa was in the room. She was glowing with beauty and ease. She was not upset that he was there. She was delighted to see him and offered him some tea. He had never drank tea in his life, but he accepted the cup know that the beverage would be so satisfying, and he had an overwhelming desire to drink this cup of tea.

“I know I shouldn’t have come in uninvited, but it was like I was magically compelled to come here.”

“It’s all good,” she replied, “let me show you around.”

She took his hand and led him into the bedroom. There was a big, undisturbed queen sized bed with a red cover and orange pillows against the back wall under a large open window. A soothing breeze was blowing into the room. Adam looked around the room and the background became indistinct and fuzzy. A confusing and intricate energy was swirling in the room. Adam looked towards where Talissa had been and saw a whirlwind of rainbow colors dancing there, and he heard her voice softly speaking to him.

“It’s all good. We’ll be together and make a calm wind come.”

Adam felt his body being sucked by the whirlwind of energy onto the bed and then he woke up. He felt like he had never felt before in his life. He was filled with a feeling of importance and power. Then he remembered the cup of tea and felt a longing to taste the tea that he was not given a chance yet to drink. Then he felt joy at the thought that the cup of tea was waiting for his lips when the time was right.

The First Chapter of my Novel, Starlight

1. Unique Flowers
Talissa looked out the open window of her second floor bedroom onto the expansive garden below. It was a warm Sunday afternoon. The clouds hung gently in the blue sky. The bright sunlight illuminated the green tree tops that spread into the horizon. The scent of freshly cut grass tingled as it wafted into her bedroom. In the yard below, there was a man mowing the lawn. The dark brown curls on his head flowed back and forth as he turned the mower. She watched the taut muscles of his shoulders contract beneath his tanned skin as he worked the mower back and forth over the green lawn.
She felt curiosity spark in her head. She wondered what his face looked like. He turned his face in the direction of her window, and she looked intently at his features. He seemed familiar. It was as if there was a deep connection between them like an elaborate brocade on an intricately sewn dress. Talissa tried to look into the man’s face where a golden halo of light engulfed his head. The harder she looked, the brighter the golden light grew in her mind. The golden light flowed into her head, and flooded through her veins, soaking into her inner being. She could feel an emotion of desire and expectancy growing upward from deep down inside her.
From behind her, she suddenly felt a sense of something evil. She looked back at the door. Something kicked the door off its hinges onto the floor. Talissa felt her eyes grow wide with fear. It was a Tlikit assassin. She knew she must escape. She dived out the window without thinking. She was falling in slow motion towards the ground. She looked back at the alien face of the Tlikit, and shuttered with hopelessness. Then suddenly in front of her, there was the man who had been mowing the lawn. He was smiling with confidence, and his arms were stretched out to catch her.
She felt her body being warmly held in his embrace. She hugged her arms tightly around his back. She now felt so safe and so secure. She gazed ever so intently into his eyes as their lips melted together in a kiss. She had never been kissed before in her whole life, but she knew from her inner sense of absolute truth that this was the best kiss possible. It was the way a kiss should be. It was comfortable and soothing. Her whole world faded into the energy that they shared together. The energy flowed into her body, bringing sensations that were supposed to be forbidden to her, but she did not care. She wanted the feelings to grow inside her. It felt so good as she started to feel herself shaking. A sense of confusion washed through her, and she woke up.
She giggled mildly, still feeling the excitement of the dream, ‘Who was that man?’ He was strange to her and yet so familiar, a man of a different class whom, even if they did meet. would never get more than a passing glance. She was a girl who had always been destined for more and given more. It made her feel like laughing to think that she felt longing for a strange nobody. Yet she did feel a deep longing for the perplexing man in her dream. The dream stayed fixed in her mind like there was an unbreakable connection that she could not quite comprehend. It was only a dream, she muttered to herself as she got dressed, but still, she felt somewhat shaken by the new emotions that the dream had stirred in her heart.
She had been courted by the most handsome and wealthiest princes of her father’s realm. How could she even notice a commoner, someone who was doing manual labor? She was a princess, the female heir to her father’s empire. She was destined for the best in life; status and wealth beyond what anyone else could even dream about. Was there something wrong with her that she would dream about such a common person and feel that he was more than that? The face in the dream kept flashing across her mind. She felt that he was somehow more handsome than any of the princes who had courted her. And only princes of accomplishment were permitted to court her. She did not know why she had dreamed what she had dreamed, but she felt sure that it would quickly fade, in spite of the strong emotions that this dream had inspired in her psyche when she awoke. There was a mysterious and compelling emotion that kept tugging at her mind as she got dressed and walked downstairs to the dinning room for breakfast.
Her parents were already at the table eating when she sat down. Her brother soon joined them. The four of them ate in silence for awhile, then her mother looked at her.
“What are your plans for today?” she asked.
“I am working on a new painting, so I’ll take the Jaguar to the art boutique to get some supplies. I want to experiment with an impressionist approach to some unique flowers that I saw growing in the south garden. I need a wider variety of colors and a new canvas.”
Her mother then looked at her father. “And what are your plans, Prospère?”
“Well, Odile, I have a business meeting over lunch at Chez Antoine. But other than that, I am basically free. I also have to advertise for a new gardener. The last one hasn’t shown up for three days now. I tried calling Miguel’s number but the phone has been disconnected.”
Talissa’s brother, Logan, then volunteered his plans with out being asked. “I’ve started another band. That last group I joined just didn’t work out. I’m going to be much more selective this time around. We’ll be meeting in the studio room I had constructed in the bungalow by the south garden. The auditions will start this afternoon. I had 16 people reply to my ad. Some of them can only come after work, so I’ll be busy into the evening.”
“Oh, fantastic!” exclaimed Talissa, “Just the peace and solitude that I need to concentrate on my painting!”
“Chill out,” said Logan, “It’s sound proof. I’m going over to the studio room to finish getting everything ready after breakfast. You won’t hear a sound, little sister, so paint away in peace.” Logan then gulped down the last morsels from his plate. “Gotta go,” he said as he left the dinning room.
Odile looked at her daughter, “Your father and I are having a dinner party for some business associates next week. If you don’t think that you have anything appropriate to wear, you might want to check out some clothing stores on your way back from the art boutique.”
“Oh, great!” replied Talissa mordantly, “Another boring evening putting on a smiley face to help impress Daddy’s friends.”
“You have always complained about having to live here, but if your father is to regain his throne, the success of Xenotech Industries is essential.”

Adam sat looking at the screen on his computer. He pushed away the dark brown Roman curls that cascaded over his forehead while he scanned the classified ads. His t-shirt was ripped and soiled from more than eight hours of strenuous yard work. His tanned skin was covered by a fine layer of dust and grime that had accumulated over the course of the day from mowing lawns, weeding flowerbeds, and digging holes. He wanted to take a shower or, better yet, relax in a warm soothing bath, but he had long made it his priority to look for a better job first when he got home from work.
Adam’s roommate, Fred, walked out of the bedroom buttoning his shirt. He was slightly overweight, weighing a little over 220 pounds at about 6 feet tall. His hair was short and light brown. He wore golden wire-rim glasses. He was a computer nerd by day, and he made good money at it. After work, he transformed into a social animal, who could talk about almost any common subject like sports, cars, music, and uniquely enough, cooking. He and Adam had become best friends in high school, when Fred had also been very socially nerdish. Fred had somehow transformed himself during his time in IT technical school and was no longer unconfident about himself.
Fred, looked over Adam’s shoulder at the computer screen. “Find a good one yet?” he asked.
“Nothing better than I’ve already got. I feel like I’m a nobody going nowhere slowly. Three years out of high school and I’m still stuck doing yard work and getting wet washing other people’s dirty dishes.”
“So how’s your new gig at the Jade Pearl?”
“So far so good. All the kitchen staff seems to like me because I can speak Spanish with them.”
“You’re just a polyglot living right above the poverty line.” Fred looked down at the book that was by Adam’s arm on the table. “What’s that French book you’ve been reading?”
“It’s called Manon Lescaut,” Adam replied. “It’s about a stupid rich kid who gets a crush on some good-looking fembot. Then he drops out of college and destroys his life over her. I just wish I could even afford to go to college.”
“You’re definitely a bookworm,” Fred agreed.
“That’s why I belong in college. But with helping out my parents and all, I can’t seem to save enough money to make it happen. I mean, I will make it happen, but it’s taking me a lot longer than I’d like to save up the money, even with working two jobs and all…”
“You could just work one job and start taking classes right away.”
“Yea, but I want to do well and devote my time to my studies.”
“You already study more than most people do. You’re just not getting any college credit for it. I mean…how many languages do you speak?”
“You know…I am pretty good with French and Spanish, and I am making good progress on Russian and Japanese. I’m working my way through War and Peace in the original Russian, and my Japanese is now good enough so I can understand most of Kurosawa’s movie Yojimbo.”
“Yours is not a hobby that most normal people find interesting.”
“Oh! Like you’re “normal”, Mr. computer geek… I mean, what’s normal? Studying languages is just about the only thing that I find any delight in. And I’m pretty good at it compared to most people. I must have watched my Yojimbo DVD about fifty times before I could really understand it. But when I did, it sent chills up and down my spine.”
“You need a girlfriend,” said Fred, “that’ll send chills up and down your spine.”
“I don’t get it,” replied Adam, “you’re an out of shape geek with a blubber butt and pale skin, and I’m muscular and tanned, yet you always seem to have dates with hot chicks. And I’ve never had a date in my life. I’ve given up on women for the most part because they make me nervous, and I feel like the only ones attracted to me are hardly anything more than prime candidates for afternoon television talk shows.”
“It’s all about how you talk to them.” said Fred with a twinkle in his eyes.
“Both you and Erik keep saying that.”
“And if you’d actually listen to us, you just might learn something.”
There was a knock at the door.
“Speaking of Erik.” said Fred as he walked over to the door and opened it.
“Hi, Erik. Adam is lamenting his lack of success with women again.”
“Perhaps you would like to go clubbing with us this evening.” said Erik with his native French accent.
“I’m too tired for that,” replied Adam.
“As always…” said Erik with his usual smile.
Erik was short. He was barely five feet tall. His skin was a shade of dark ebony which highlighted his smile of perfect white teeth. His face was proportional and very attractive. He kept his kinky hair very short and he was clean shaven. He was physically small but he was in very good shape and had a very symmetrical body. His most obvious characteristic was his continual good mood. He was always fun to be around because of his genuinely positive outlook on life. He was wearing tan casual dress pants with a matching shirt that he had bought at the mall. He projected confidence and fun. His full name was Erik Lucien Fortune which he was fond of saying meant powerful light of luck. And he was lucky. Life seemed to go his way. He had degrees in accounting and finance, but he worked as a salesman and made very good money doing so. Erik and Adam had met at a martial arts class. The martial art was called Wing Chun. Adam started taking the class because he found out that it was the martial art that Bruce Lee had studied. Erik had taken an immediate liking to Adam because of his shy and unassuming demeanor, and his skillful attempts to speak French with him. Erik was impressed with Adam’s linguistic skill. He had never before met an American who had not lived in France that could speak as fluently as Adam.
“A man cannot have true happiness without the company of women,” Erik said with a twinkling glance at Adam’s eyes. “Why don’t you get cleaned up and go clubbing with us? It’ll be a refreshing change of pace for you.”
“Man…nothing ever happens for me there. I always freeze up. You know that,” replied Adam.
“We’ll watch your back and give you things to say,” chipped in Fred.
“It’s not going to work,” said Adam, “I’m really tired. I don’t want to waste the money, and I’m gonna go to bed early anyway. I don’t have to go wash dishes tonight.”
Adam returned to looking at the computer screen while Fred finished getting ready. Then he and Erik left the apartment leaving Adam alone with his thoughts. ‘I never can think of anything to talk about when I try to talk to good-looking women,’ he thought to himself. ‘I don’t know why they keep asking me to go out. They’ve seen what happens. I trip over my own tongue and end up looking like an idiot. I don’t need that. Besides, what could any woman see in me? I own a used car and live in an apartment with peeling paint on the ceiling, dirty carpet on the floor, and lime stains on the plumbing fixtures.’
While Adam was bothered with where he was in life, at least mowing lawns and washing dishes gave him ample time to practice and review the languages that he was learning. Nobody else could hear him over the roar of a lawn mower or against the din of a restaurant kitchen. The first poem that he had memorized while learning French was Paul Verlaine’s ‘En Sourdine’. He had repeated its verses to himself countless times while stacking dirty dishes in trays to run through the dish washing machine. It was a calming counter weight to his work environment. “Calme dans les demi-jour que les branches hautes font,” stirred vague emotions. ‘Calm in the shadows that the high branches make,’ would be on his lips as splashing water from the dish sprayer wetted his face and hair. He was a romantic at heart.
Adam then noticed an ad for a gardener. It was in a high-dollar gated community. There might be a good rate of pay, he thought, judging by the address. Adam wrote the phone number down and immediately made the call.

Talissa was in a wilderness of tall trees. The half light of day danced through the gently swaying branches. She was standing next to a man. Who was he? He was clean and modestly dressed, but a pulsing sensation of fun and excitement flowed out from him and left a tickling sensation in her chest and stomach. She could not seem to understand the words he was speaking. Her thoughts did not go there because she felt focused on the feelings that his presence had stirred deep within her. She felt like laughing at what he was saying. His words became soft singing that gently lifted her to wakefulness. She opened her eyes. He was what she wanted; what she needed… He was not real… This knowledge flooded into her conscious mind and she felt a sense of intense disappointment.
No matter, she got up out of bed. She had to go buy a dress for her parent’s party. She did not really need a new dress, but it was nice to have something fresh and original for each occasion. She picked out a teal dress to wear while shopping. The bluish-green shade accented her fiery orange hair like a blazing sunset against white clouds and blue sky over the green clad wilderness. Wilderness… her dream flashed into her mind with a feeling of adventure cascading through her from top to bottom. It felt better that the experience of buying something new.
She remembered when she first met Prince Calin. She got a big crush on him from the start. She wanted to sneak away and be alone with him. Of course, her entourage and family would never permit such a thing. She had been young and foolish. The sense of adventure had almost felt like it was overwhelming her. The feelings of adventure had been so strong, so intense. But she was never given the chance to be alone with him. And, over time, the feelings faded into friendship as she came to know his real personality at various court functions. Prince Calin could talk a good game but he was a wimp at heart. He was not the man that she had originally perceived him to be. But she did feel comfortable around him, like with a familiar pet. She broke out of her momentary reverie and went downstairs to begin the day.
After breakfast, her mother reminded her that she needed a new dress for the party on Saturday. Her to-do list popped up in her mind. After buying the dress, she wanted to go paint the flowers in the south garden. Visual art was her passion. Technology could produce all kinds of visual pleasures, but to Talissa’s mind, visual beauty that was captured, created, and expressed by the human hand was the essence of true art.
“Remember that the dinner party starts at 6:00 on Saturday.”
Her mother’s voice pulled Talissa’s attention from her thoughts. Talissa’s mother was a beautiful woman. Her hair was a very light brown with an ever so subtle natural wave. Her eyes were a shade of violet which complimented well the light cinnamon tone of her skin. She was a woman of poise, charm, and self-control. She was the wife of an emperor, so she had to be like that. And Talissa always felt the pressure to live up to her mother’s example.
Talissa’s earliest memories of childhood were filled with instructions from her entourage on how to act in any situation. There were rules and guidelines for everything. And the daughter of an emperor had to learn them all perfectly; how to gesture, how to smile, when to smile, what to say, and when and where to say it. The pressure was constant, but had been so much a part of her life that she had grown accustomed to it. But sometimes, just sometimes, she felt like rebelling. Of course, Talissa never spoke to anyone about these feelings.
“Be calm, mother,” replied Talissa. “I’ll buy the right dress for the situation and impress all of Daddy’s new friend with just how wonderful of a daughter he has. You know that.”
“Yes, I do,” said Odile, “you know I have confidence in your sense of style. Is there anything else that we need to give our attention to today?”
“Well. I’m going to go paint flowers this afternoon, but I’ll go shopping first. Maybe I might buy more than one dress and we can decide together which one will be best for the party.”
Odile smiled, “I’d like that.”
“Okay, see you after I get back.”
Talissa turned the Jaguar onto the main road. She looked at the hood ornament. It was a powerful feline animal. She liked that. She knew in her heart that she was a strong woman, but being a princess was not easy, especially now. The royal family was in exile from the kingdom with no real hint of when her father might return to power. As frustrating as the situation was, Talissa knew there was nothing that she could do but accept her fate. She had been stuck here for over 2 years, away from the capital city, with no true social life. It was just her brother and parents. It was soon after her coming out ball that her father had awakened her from her bed in the middle of the night to quickly flee the capital in a small ship that seemed hardly bigger than what a very low status noble family might own.
It was terrible! She was not even allowed to contact her friends for fear that someone might discover where they were living. The only person that she could really talk to was her brother Logan. He occupied himself with his music. She occupied herself with her painting. Artistic expression was important to her. She felt good when a beautiful work flowed from her hands onto the canvas, but there was an empty spot deep within that she felt lurking. It was a space that needed to be filled, but with what she did not know.
What did she want? What did she need? When she tried to explore her feelings from this place so deep inside, what seemed to be real evaporated before she could touch, feel it, or explore it. It was an intense longing without form, without substance. She was having dreams where she felt complete, but the dreams were so vague. She would meet someone who was attractive to her. He beckoned to her inner feelings. When he was next to her, she felt a sense of serenity.
It was like lying on a beach with her eyes closed. She could hear the cries of the sea birds in the distance as the sound of the waves gently massaged her mind. She could feel the warmth of the sun on her skin, and enjoy the gentle breeze from the ocean that stroked her with feelings of comfort. It was a comfortable feeling of fullness, as if everything was just where it should be. And she could feel his fingers intertwined with her fingers. It made her feel secure, like she was protected. Her heart felt cozy. Her dignity and place in life was safe. But when she opened her eyes, she knew it was still just a dream, and she had the real world in front of her as a challenge to overcome. She wanted to rebel against reality and find this special place of cozy comfort, but she knew that she had to focus on the true challenges ahead.

Adam had noticed an ad for a full-time gardener/yard worker and he figured that his background qualified him for the position. He telephoned the number and made an appointment for early on Saturday morning.
Adam arrived at the address early that morning. It was an estate of no small size located a little over five miles outside the city. There were iron lattice gates at the entrance with an intercom. When he identified himself as an applicant for the position, the gate opened right up. He drove around 100 yards down a curving lane lined with massive trees to a gracefully designed stone mansion. The interplay of horizontal and vertical lines in the stone work reminded him vaguely of 16th century royal French architecture.
Twenty stone steps led up from the parking area of the driveway to a doorway. The doors were over seven feet tall and had intricately carved designs over the entire exposed surface of the wood. He was not met at the door by a butler, but by a tall cinnamon skinned man with straight dark-brown hair who identified himself as Prospère Louverture. He was wearing a dark gray suit cut with narrow lapels. His shirt was pure white and his tie was a design of red and purple silk that accentuated his own natural coloration. He was tall and his shoulders were broad like those of a gymnast. Adam’s first impression of his age was that he was in his early thirties. He told Adam that he was a Haitian businessman and the owner of this “modest” domain which he had just entered. Only two weeks before he had read a French book on gardening that he had found in the sale pile at his favorite bookstore. His French gardening vocabulary was at an all time high! For the first time in his life he felt truly lucky. A line from one of Bashshaar’s poems popped into my head. “I desire and am not given, I am given when I desire not; my insight is too little to grasp the mystery of providence.” When Monsieur Louverture identified himself as a Haitian, Adam immediately switched to speaking French.
“J’ai plus que cinq ans d’expérience dans ce métier,” (I have more than five years of experience in this work.) he told him and an expression of guarded delight touched Prospère’s face. They began discussing gardening in French and he knew that he had this job. He even kept his cool when Mr. Louverture told him how much it paid. He asked him when he could start, and he told him Monday. Maybe it was not the right thing to do, but he was definitely going to call and quit his other jobs on very short notice. His boss at the landscaping company was a jerk, and he really disliked washing dishes. Now, he thought, he could save up enough money to attend college and take care of his other responsibilities.
Adam’s parents always told him that it was not what you knew but who you knew that was important. And he guessed that they were experts on the subject from never having known the right people. But it occurred to him that what he knew had finally led him to know the right person. At least his new job made him feel that Prospère Louverture was the right person for him to know. He knew he was going to love his new job. Mr. Louverture had outlined his duties specifically and clearly. He was responsible for maintaining the gardens and managing any other yard work that needed to be done. If he needed to hire some temporary workers to help him with a task, he could do it. The only thing required of him by his employer was that the job be done right, and that was a level of performance that he knew he would have no problem achieving. The Jade Pearl restaurant would just have to find another dishwasher, and the yard work company would have to find someone else. He was so happy driving home from the interview that he stopped at a bookstore and splurged on a book called The Evolution of Renaissance Military Tactics in Italy.

Socially Color Blind

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Most people understand little or nothing about Asperger’s, and usually do not even know what it is. It is only those people with children who have Asperger’s who attempt to learn more about the condition, and even then I have noticed that they really do not grasp what is going on. Neuro-typical people (those without Asperger’s) subconsciously assume that everybody has the same social sense that they do. And for most people, they are pretty much correct. Most people subconsciously feel how they should act in a social situation. It all happens at a subconscious level, just like speaking your native language. Subtle clue of social connection are continually traded among neuro-typical people through nuances of eye contact, facial expression, and body posture.
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A good metaphor for understanding someone who has Asperger’s is to think of it as being socially color blind. I know from copious experience that when you criticize an aspie (someone with Asperger’s) for a social faux pas, it just causes confusion. I once had a lecture class at KSU and the professor was color blind. He lost his first job at a car dealership because they told him to touch up the paint on a car. He did not know then that he was color-blind and was fired for using the wrong color. That kind of experience is a daily occurrence for an aspie. And though people who are neuro-typical like to think of themselves as open-minded and forgiving, they are not with the social gaffes that aspies commit, because they subconsciously assume that everyone has the same social perception as they do. So they then subconsciously assume that you are doing what you did for some inexplicable reason to cause problems.
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Being socially color blind in a world of socially style conscious people is very psychologically oppressive. Most aspies cannot get a job let alone a good one. I spent most of my life unable to get anything better than being a fast food delivery driver. I was lucky enough to have a high IQ, and eventually got my Ph.D., but even then I was never able to get a “full-time” job as a professor, even though my students would continually tell me that I was the best professor that they had ever had. The supposedly open-minded professors obviously felt that I did not fit in, and so they had no problem treating me as less than human and financially exploiting me as an adjunct professor. So even though I look normal, my color coordination of social interactions does not fit.
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Some salient characteristics of Asperger’s Syndrome are being unable to make or maintain eye contact, not knowing what subjects are socially appropriate for many types of conversation, saying the wrong thing at the wrong time, and being unable to pick up on social cues to guide your behavior. You can see that this is a socially and economically devastating condition. The bigoted treatment of those of us with Asperger’s will continue until neuro-typical choose to educate themselves and treat us as human beings in spite of our inborn social ineptitude.

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The Social Interaction Reflex

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Someone with Asperger’s Syndrome (aspie) does not interact socially the way normal (neuro-typical) people do. One day I was in Borders reading a book written by a person who had the same condition, I felt a profound identification with his experiences. One sentence we both heard many times from other people was, “Anybody would know not to say that!” But I’m not just anybody, because I do have Asperger’s which affects how I behave and react in a social situation. I do not think like most people, nor do I interact socially like most people. I’ve come to realize that neuro-typical people have an automatic and subconscious social interaction behavior that I call the Social Interaction Reflex.
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The Social Interaction Reflex establishes your place in any social group. Neuro-typical people establish and maintain their status in a social group by subtle interactions of body posture, facial expressions, and eye contact that occur subconsciously. This allow them to feel how they should behave, when to speak, and what subject are appropriate for the current social interaction. And they’re not anymore consciously aware of it than they are about speaking their native language. For example, if I ask people what the word ‘the’ means, they’ll say that it’s the definite article. That’s just a conscious label but it in no way points to the meaning or use of the word ‘the’ in conversations. It’s only at a subconscious level that a native speaker of English knows how to properly use the word ‘the’ in spoken discourse. In the same way, neuro-typical people are totally unaware of their Social Interaction Reflex that allows them to socially interact in a normal manner.
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I realized early on that I was less than skillful in the area of social interaction, so I started reading self–help books to improve my performance in the social arena. For the most part this was only minimally helpful because I had no clue that I had Asperger’s Syndrome, nor did I know what it was, I just thought I was shy. And the self-help books were written with the assumption that the readers where neuro-typical like the authors, so the books really didn’t address the roots of my social problems. There was one that helped me more than others though, which is Personal Politics, the Psychology of Making It. by Ellen J. Langer and Carol S. Dweck. It is not the case that this book actually addressed the issue of having Asperger’s, but it did allow me to view myself with a more positive attitude.
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And I did need a more positive attitude about myself since having Asperger’s attracts a lot of well-meaning criticism that does nothing to help. Social ineptitude leads to disapproval and rejection because neuro-typical people would not do something so socially inappropriate as I often did.  And there’s no way that they can relate what I just said or did, anymore than if I were speaking a foreign language. My family was not “mean”, but their continual “well-meaning” criticism only served to beat down my emotions. In college, I would find excuses to not go home during break to avoid it. I never felt supported or being loved for who I am. And even though I didn’t realize it until recently, social encounters cause me stress, whereas neuro-typical people are energized by the experience.
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The percentage of children with Asperger’s has increased dramatically over the last few decades. When I was a child, I stood out like a red spot on a plain colored sheet. And my path through life was not financially nor emotionally easy. The public needs to become aware of how Asperger’s Syndrome affects the lives of those who have it, so that the coming generations do not have to suffer as I did in my path through life.
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Why the Law of Attraction Doesn’t Work

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The reason why the Law of Attraction doesn’t work in so many cases involves spiritual energy. This energy is also referred to as qi (氣), prana (प्राण), or orgone. Spiritual energy, referred to hereon as qi, is mainly felt as emotions or sensations in the body. With practice, you can learn to feel and direct the qi through your body.

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The Law of attraction claims that we attract to ourselves those things that we say and think about. People try such techniques as positive affirmations and positive visualizations in an attempt to manifest positive things in their lives. Yet most of the time, for most people, it does not work. Why?

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At the basic level, it is the vibration of your qi that attracts and manifests things and circumstances in your life. But you must realize that this vibration is affected by more than your conscious thoughts. Those who claim that you are responsible for every aspect of your life have accepted a simplistic falsehood. The vibration of your qi is also affected by the vibrations of others around you and even the electromagnetic vibrations in your physical environment. In addition, your subconscious strongly influences the vibrational quality of your qi.

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And one of the main factors that affects your subconscious and its influence on the vibrational quality of your qi is what I call “the curse of the familiar.” Your subconscious is programmed from birth by your environment, other people, and your culture. This leads you to view the world in certain ways and vibrate your qi accordingly. Such subconscious qi vibrations become habitual and familiar, and you really do not have experience with the feelings of vibrating with different types of positive qi vibrations.

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For Paris Hilton, being rich is a given and familiar, so she vibrates at a subconscious level to continually draw more wealth into her life. On the other hand, someone who is born into a trailer park trash environment is only familiar with the vibrations of lack and poverty, and does not even know what the vibration of having and expecting wealth would feel like. Someone with the vibrations of lack and poverty can consciously affirm, “I’m rich,” but their subconscious is not suddenly vibrating with feelings of wealth and economic prosperity because of it. The curse of the familiar keeps them vibrating at a level of lack and poverty. To manifest positive things and circumstances, a person must figure out how to actually feel the feelings that go with the positive things that their conscious minds desire to manifest.

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Climbing the Rope

 

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When I was younger, I was minimally autistic, the physically smallest child throughout grade school, and totally shy. I spent a lot of my time reading. Most social interactions frightened me, but I never gave up and learned to talk to anybody and certainly to speak to an audience with no nervousness whatsoever. When I was in high school, I would get up in the morning and exercise for 2 hours with yoga and weights. I grew bigger and stronger. My father had built a swing set out of irrigation pipes in our back yard. It had a swinging bar that I could do pull ups on, and I would practice jumping out and swinging on the bar between two giant wire spools that they use to store telephone wire. I became so strong that I was able to climb the silver wire that holds up a telephone pole with my bare hands. But even then, my self-esteem was so low that I did not realize what I had accomplished. I continually looked at myself as being less than I was. My persistence, however, led to an accumulation of experiences that slowly helped me change my view of myself.

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Now imagine this scene. There I am in high school gym class…a seemingly skinny nerd with bottle thick lenses in my eyeglasses. The guy that reads Swahili and Icelandic grammars during history class and even the assistant football coach let me do it because it kept me quiet. The rope was about 40 feet from the floor to the ceiling. There was a wrestling mat on the floor and the rope was thick and sturdy. Before my turn was the quarterback of the football team who would later lead our HS to 2nd in the state in football with his powerful passing arm. Using both his feet and his arms, He slowly inched his way up. He was powerful compared to most of the other students in the class. After around 30 seconds, he touched the top of the rope and climbed back down. Next it was my turn. There I was, socially awkward and skinny. The coach said, “Go.” My hands grasp the rope and, using my hands only, I began bounding up the rope. The rope was long and using my feet would only slow me down so I kept them away from the rope as I ascended. One arm by one arm, my hands moving in and out over and over with pounding force, I bounded up the rope and firmly slapped the ceiling, and then I bounded down just as quickly. 9 seconds! I little realized then the impact that this had had on my classmates. By my senior year, even the tough guys were afraid of me.

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Class Flyers

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When I was a graduate student in the Linguistics Department at the State University of New York at Buffalo, I was given a class to teach every semester for 6 years including the summers semesters.  The summer classes had a minimum enrollment requirement that had to be met, if you wanted to keep your class from being cancelled.  So I would post flyers all around campus like the one below.  I always managed to met the enrollment requirement.

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Letter for the Makah Tribal Council

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In the mid 90s, my wife worked for the Makah Indian Tribe located on the northwest tip of the Olympic Peninsula in Washington State. The tribal treaty of the Makah with the US government specifically reaffirms the tribe’s right to take whales as they have done for 1,000s of years. This angered the environmentalists who find Native American beliefs to be so spiritual until such beliefs disagree with their specious view of the world. One of them wrote the Makah Tribal Council with a letter that I found to be very offensive, so I wrote a reply for the Council which is below. I got a lot of positive responses from the tribal members who were justifiably irritated by the rude attacks that they had to endure from ignorant environmentalists.

January 12, 1998
Michael Kent Thompson, M.D.
9521 Steamboat Island Road NW
Olympia, WA 98502-9310

Dear Mr. Thompson:

It was with interest and amusement that I read your letter to the Makah Tribal Council. May I suggest some other bumper sticker ideas that are just as relevant as the one that you mentioned:

Save a Whale…Harpoon a Japanese

Save a Whale…Harpoon a Norwegian

Save the Makah…Harpoon an environmentalist

Examine the data…Think for yourself

Your letter mentioned four reasons and then a fifth from which, in your opinion, American Indians suffer image problems. Shall we examine each one in turn and see if perhaps we can illicit why these problems exist and if they are unique to American Indians and indeed whether they are valid.

Low average education level: The school system here is a part of the State of Washington’s public education system which rates in the bottom half of state public education systems nationwide. One fails to see how this can be the fault of American Indians. Perhaps the sorry condition of public education in the US is the fault of your tribe (which you failed to mention) but it is not the fault of the Makah. Historically, the Makah have always placed a strong emphasis on education. The Makah traditionally trained their children in the appropriate familial profession in addition to oral history, the Makah legend cycle, family songs, proper social customs and the languages of the surrounding tribes, to mention just a few items. Was much of this lost because of any conscious decision on the part of the Makah? No! It was some well-meaning people of European ancestry who decided to help the Makah become ‘civilized’. Therefore they outlawed the speaking of the Makah language, sent the children to boarding schools where they were beaten for speaking anything other than English, and made illegal the practice of traditional activities such as the potlatch. It was thought to be a good idea that the Makah should give up their former ways and become farmers like white men. That any Makah culture at all survived is a positive testimony to the Makah. Today there are many Makah tribal members who excel academically and professionally. Among the 2000+ tribal members there are lawyers, teachers, business owners, accountants, artists, a biologist, a doctor, a veterinarian and even an air traffic controller. To say that there are those who fail academically is an accusation that can be made against any ethnic group. In spite of the obstacles that recent history has placed in the path of the Makah, they continue to achieve and strive towards greater heights of success.

High alcoholism rate: While American Indians may have higher alcoholism than American society as a whole, the problem of alcoholism is not unique to Indians and is certainly not the fault of the Makah Tribe. The Makah signers of the 1859 treaty with the US government expressly prohibited alcohol on the reservation. When well-intentioned white people commenced the wholesale assault on traditional Makah culture, alcoholism rose as the purpose in life for so many Makahs was destroyed. This is a phenomenon that expresses itself in every culture and is not unique to Indians or the Makah. In spite of the cultural dislocation of the Makah, most are not alcoholics nor is drinking socially approved of as it is in many other segments of American society. The Makah did not originate alcoholism nor are they responsible for the alcoholism of American Indians or any other ethnic group in the world.

High unemployment rate: The Makah are and always have been hard workers. Many tribal members are fishermen which is not only a hard job but a dangerous one as well. Unemployment has risen here in recent years because the US government has restricted opportunities in the two main sources of tribal income, forestry and fishing. The high unemployment here is not the result of laziness on the part of Makah tribal members. Indeed many Makah who cannot find employment here still gain income by producing art or going off the reservation to work.

High percentage of people on welfare: There are also many non-Makah who are on welfare. Why do you single out Indians as scapegoats for a problem that applies to all segments of American society? Blame the well-intentioned white people who instituted welfare for the fact that there are so many people on welfare. Do not blame the Makah. The Makah are traditionally a very self reliant people. In addition to being whalers, fishers and hunters, they grew potatoes and engaged in widespread trade. They were very prosperous traders who regularly traveled north along the Alaskan coast and as far south as Baja California.

Finally you mentioned Makah whaling as a reason for the image problem that you perceive American Indians as having. You wrote that humans around the world revere whales. What is your point? Hundreds of millions of people in India revere cows. Does that mean that Americans should stop eating beef? That some people should choose to worship animals does not mean that their viewpoint is more valid or more important than that of the Makah Tribe. You also wrote that that the Makah Tribe’s position on whaling has angered millions of people world wide. It angers Senator Slade Gorton that the Indian Tribes have any measure of sovereignty at all. Does that mean that the Indian Tribes should disband? It angers many Makahs that well-intentioned white people are again telling them how they should live. Is it possible that these well-intentioned people of European ancestry are as wrong now as they were in the past? I think that the answer is yes and that the world would be a much better place if they would spend their time removing the log from their own eye instead of complaining about a splinter that they think is in the eye of the Makah Tribe. The Makah do not engage in telling them how to live and they should learn to mind their own business and quit trying to tell the Makah how to live because they are the same sort of people who tried in former years to wipe out American Indian culture because it did not agree with their perception of how others should live. Makah culture and Makah whaling have a history that goes back thousands of years and predates the time when the environmentalists’ Germanic ancestors were destroying the empire that was Rome. The Makah, by their nature and their history, have an intimate relationship with both whales and the ocean and they have no need for the white environmentalist neophytes trying to educate them about either one.

Sincerely,

P.S. Now, from which tribe do you say you come?
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Novelty Street

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I had a dream last night where I’m walking down the street in some quaint village. The street is paved with reddish cobble stones, and the building are made out of stones of different earth tones. Overhead the sky is blue with a few soft wispy white clouds floating gently up above. On one street, I notice a shop with the sign “Novelties” over the doorway. The sign on the doors says “Closed, by appointment only”, but I feel like I am looking for something new and exciting, so I turn the handle and the door opens, so I go in. It’s absolutely intriguing inside. There is a delightful energy that fills the shop, making my skin feel tingly.

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There is no one in the shop, so I start looking around. The shop is filled with unique objects that spark my imagination. The indications of creativity, personality, and warmth are all over the inside of the shop. I can see that this is an artist’s domain. There are all sorts of paintings and drawings covering the walls. I gaze at one painting of roses. It is so natural, colorful, and lifelike. On the coffee table, there is a full color picture book with the title ‘Natural Sensation’. Every page has pictures of skillfully rendered paintings and drawings. There were flowers and nature scenes, and drawings of houses in the countryside. You can see that the author of this work is clearly a person with great passion for life, and truly loves to do this kind of inspired endeavor. I find myself enchanted with this place. My eyes notice a walking stick. I pick it up and discover that there is a sword inside. I am looking at this object when a woman comes in to the room through a back doorway. I can feel that it is her shop by her demeanor. I observe her with my peripheral vision as she approaches me from the side, but I don’t turn, figuring that it’s her territory so she needs to make the first move. She says, “Hello, can I help you?” I reply, “I know I shouldn’t have come in, and I know that I didn’t ask for an appointment, but your shop just looks so inviting that I was compelled to enter.”

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She does not get upset with me, instead she says, “I’ll tell you what. I don’t have a lot of time today, but let me fix you a cup of coffee and show you around.” She gives me the coffee and shows me around her place. She makes me feel so comfortable. I am truly touched by her talent and her passion for her art. Then she says, “I have to get to the gym. Here’s my number. Take all the time you want, and when you’re ready, please give me a call.” I woke up from the dream thinking how fascinating she was. Such is the substance of the world of dreams.

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Your Eyes

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I saw your eyes,
——————–across the hall,
Coming from your class.
This is one
————–I’ll have to call.
Will you fail or pass?

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Don’t know yet
——————-just what I’ll do…
I start a conversation.
Will you be a sticky goo?
Or lead to high elation?

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Your smile is warm
————————with eyes that shine.
Playful conversation.
I think this one
——————-is really mine.
Delightful contemplation!

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