That's when I woke up as a brand new woman in love with Harold Crick from the movie Stranger than Fiction, only that's not his real name.
We got married shortly after that film ended and began this sequel in which we refer to each other as X - because he marks the spot where my heart lives - and Miss Stir X - which is self-explanatory.
After X recuperated from the accident, he left the IRS to start his own business representing frightened people being investigated by one of the most powerful agencies in the world. Whether or not their mistakes were intentional, X did his best to help his clients and they enjoyed his sense of humor and honesty. His favorite joke was that none of his clients had ever done Federal time. (After Martha Stewart read this, we had to tweak the slogan: "Only one of my clients has ever done Federal time.")
Eventually, X introduced me to our original author, Karen Eiffel (KE), with whom I developed an intense friendship. It was through our frequent conversations in which we speculated about our existence that I began to articulate my questions regarding the phenomenal experience of learning that my husband and I were apparently witless characters in her play.
It was all rather neatly explained in the film that came from the mind of Zach Helm, not KE -- as even she was surprised to realize. But it was my conversations with KE that stretched the boundaries of my imagination and any scientific explanation we could think of.
Except quantum physics God eventually said. But that's for Lucy to explain at a different stage of this page. Right now, what you need is backstory.
Three years after X and I were married, we began looking for a house. On Valentine's Day, I felt myself ovulating as I did each month, and asked if he'd like to try to make a baby. Two weeks later when I woke up feeling sick, I realized I was pregnant. When we moved into our newly built home in July, I was five months along.
Our first night was spent in a sleeping bag on the family room floor. At 3:16am, the timer on the brand new oven went off. It was an analog type of device. The kind that could only be set for a maximum of 12 hours. Someone would have had to set the timer after 3:16pm in order for it to go off in the middle of the night.
X said he didn't do it. I knew I didn't do it. KE said she didn't know what I was talking about. She was into a different story now. So it was one of those strange things that never was fully explained to my mind until Lucy woke up at 3:16am on Phil Connors' first different day. (Not sure which link you came in through - this place is like a mansion with many doorways, so you may or may not know we're also in a sequel to DR's GHD - Danny Rubin's Groundhog Day).
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Luckily, I'm a half-assed Catholic and Lucy is a born again Jew. We know all about guilt and what it can do. We're awake enough to realize that whatever we say comes from a thought. Whatever we do comes from a thought also. Do they line up?
So my relationship with KE and X, led me to my own Y.
Y write anything? Because I want to and I can, and I believe that this is part of God's plan.
And since the KEY to happiness is forgiveness, if I forgive myself for wanting to write, truth flows.
I also believe that there's no one alive or dead who wouldn't want this story said. Certain individuals might have a problem with a few ingredients, but if it's a question of peace for the whole planet, I know they can take a brief moment of discomfort, should this story lead them that way.
If I'm wrong and you're one body who doesn't want this story told, please have the courage to be bold enough to email your objections. We'll remove the offending page immediately and pray about what to do next.
If you like what you read, you will become part owner in Golden Rule Productions, the company we started soon after the first communication from Mother Teresa.
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God told me a few years ago that life is a dance. The moment is my partner. The people are my music. He probably told it to me eons ago, but when Lucy heard it in 2005 we wrote it down.
So Mentor Ed became our teacher in a very stark classroom that looks enough like KE's apartment to recycle that set. He taught me an alphanumeric code that helps me leap through all the equations that come to me. But I'm dyslexic and numbers confuse me and Lucy can't spell or speak English very well, so we have to do this together. I'm helping fast forward through her part, and she's helping rewind mine. He says we have to right it before we write it.
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Excerpt from A Course In Miracles, Lesson 121: Today we practice learning to forgive. If you are willing, you can learn today to take the key to happiness, and use it on your own behalf. We will devote ten minutes in the morning, and at night another ten, to learning how to give forgiveness and receive forgiveness, too.
The unforgiving mind does not believe that giving and receiving are the same. Yet we will try to learn today that they are one through practicing forgiveness toward one whom you think of as an enemy, and one whom you consider as a friend. And as you learn to see them both as one, we will extend the lesson to yourself, and see that their escape included yours.
Begin the longer practice periods by thinking of someone you do not like, who seems to irritate you, or to cause regret in you if you should meet him; one you actively despise, or merely try to overlook. It does not matter what the form your anger takes. You probably have chosen him already. He will do.
Now close your eyes and see him in your mind, and look at him a while. Try to perceive some light in him somewhere; a little gleam which you had never noticed. Try to find some little spark of brightness shining through the ugly picture that you hold of him. Look at this picture till you see a light somewhere within it, and then try to let this light extend until it covers him, and makes the picture beautiful and good.
Look at this changed perception for a while, and turn your mind to one you call a friend. Try to transfer the light you learned to see around your former "enemy" to him. Perceive him now as more than friend to you, for in that light his holiness shows you your savior, saved and saving, healed and whole.
Then let him offer you the light you see in him, and let your "enemy" and friend unite in blessing you with what you gave. Now are you one with them, and they with you. Now have you been forgiven by yourself. Do not forget, throughout the day, the role forgiveness plays in bringing happiness to every unforgiving mind, with yours among them. Every hour tell yourself:
Forgiveness is the key to happiness. I will awaken from the
dream that I am mortal, fallible and full of sin, and know
I am the perfect Son of God. [back]
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