tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677178247300264142.post4437823882167101815..comments2023-06-13T08:23:51.707-05:00Comments on FLIGHTS OF PEGASUS: My Own Kind of MiracleFleminghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11134828658060646685noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677178247300264142.post-49532011166984071952007-01-18T12:43:00.000-05:002007-01-18T12:43:00.000-05:00the quiet mind draws down the moon.....or somesuch...the quiet mind draws down the moon.....or somesuch.<br /><br />certainly the frantic scratchings of the vast sea of humanity isn`t the way to do it.......<br /><br />"easy does it" as the AA people used to say.Dr.Alistairhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03308832220555479141noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677178247300264142.post-17836042760371792132007-01-17T18:14:00.000-05:002007-01-17T18:14:00.000-05:00Yves, thanks for supplying those fascinating examp...Yves, thanks for supplying those fascinating examples.Fleminghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11134828658060646685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677178247300264142.post-50595277705587623582007-01-17T08:09:00.000-05:002007-01-17T08:09:00.000-05:00This definitely resonates with me: not in gambling...This definitely resonates with me: not in gambling but other spheres of life. I'll mention a few examples.<br /><br />(2) I have worked as a computer programmer and professional tester, so the ability to detect "bugs" has been important. I discovered I would tend to know when or where something was wrong, if I did not try too hard. I am also able to "wrestle" with a computer and win, by sheer imposition of my will on it, if it won't boot up. Not always, but I instantly know when it is beyond the power of my will.<br /><br />(3) When I lose something important I am usually too frantic to wait calmly for inspiration as to its current whereabouts. However, I always know instantly if it is gone forever or retrievable. I once had a favourite fountain pen, obtained from one of my children in the first place and with its lid a bit chewed. As a writer I am fetishistic about pens. I went to live in Jamaica without it, still grieving for the loss. Then I returned and got my old car back, often delving into all the recesses of the seats in case it was there somewhere. Then one day one of my children said "I think I may have found your pen, in the back of a drawer." It was a twin of the lost pen, but not the same one because its lid was less chewed. At least it has stopped my searches for the original one. (thinks: did they buy a new one for me and chew it a bit to resemble the old one?)<br /><br />(3) There was a third example but I have forgotten it now. But I have to confess that these days I run my life completely on these little whisperings and nudges. Correction: not completely. Every time I don't, I realise that I should have trusted the hunch.Vincenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18297306807695767580noreply@blogger.com