Magical Journey Begins

"When painting we don't make mistakes, we have happy accidents"
Bob Ross

Today you enter your abode. Let's review the magic words we've assembled so far before you enter.

Khool
Extrapolate
Subtleties
And
End
Burden

You're going into your abode.
Grab all your magic words and take them along in a lunch bag.

We're going to have fun, so let's get started.

I can only describe the inside of my abode. Please travel along with me. Whoopsadaisy, will you tell our journeyers when they should enter their abode.

All right already! Let's go! Let's go!

When I enter my abode. I feel the anticipation. I have entered many times and each new time is just as exciting.

What should I do this time? I know, let's set up a nice feeling.

I feel a gentle melody in my mind.

This is one of the hundreds of one-line songs that just come in and out of my existence. Words wrong, so. Tune wrong, so. This one calms my soul.

Is it Time? Is it Time? No!

Lets think of a happy song. One that makes you feel good. One that makes you feel so fine. Think of a nice picture, a beautiful sunset, a beautiful sunrise.

Now, pick your own one-liner and sing along as we continue our journal.

At least until you get bored spitless.

My abode:

I am now floating along, on a soft pillow cloud. My abode today is on the top of the biggest, most beautiful redwood tree on top on the highest mountain. It's a comfortable and warm trip, the air is fine. I now see the tree approaching and decide to create a door this time. An upside-down U shaped door with a bright golden doorknob. A nice red-carpeted entrance would be nice.

Now to step off of my khool cloud-ride and slowly open my door. Rainbows usually swirl as I enter. As I close the door the rainbow starts to dissipate. I look around and see almost the same space as outside. The sky slowly changes in quiet haze of slowly changing colors weaving in tranquil splendor.

Over the years I have brought to my abode castles to trolley cars. Sometimes I magically travel to my wanted items. Most times I chose to bring an item from my collection to me. I use to throw my hands up in a fierce gesture and bring forth whatever I wanted from my magic collection. Now I just lift my right or left hand up lightly before my mouth and lightly blow magic fairy dust into the air. Before me, appearing from a vaporous cloud is what I magically desire.

I paint as a hobby. I was nervous about making mistakes, the first time I painted a picture. One of my great teachers, Bob Ross, taught me another subtlety. That every painting mistake, with just the swish of a palate knife or the stroke of a brush I can create a whole new painting. Before my swish or stroke, I look closely; maybe the perceived mistake is a subconscious stroke of brilliance. Your abode picture can be anyway you wish.

Now? Nooo! s.

There are still see a few dark spots, some walls and some things I haven't quite figured out. These are the challenges of life. It is my abode, my world of clearness, of knowing fun, joy and gentleness. Mostly, I feel love, smell love, see love, hear love and taste love.

And I have two heads, four arms and three elbows.

I know Whoopsadaisy, it sounds a little "out-there"; It's me when I enter my abode. It's really me.

Now? Yes, Whoopsadaisy.

Now! I have you Finally.
First I'll put a marker in the book for you to come back too.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Boop!

Now I'll blow a little fairy dust to help you on your way. Have fun, be happy.