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Podcast – Brightening the sparks

Birur nitzotzot

Brightening the sparks

Related blog post: What great thing can I do?
Related blog post: What great thing, part 2
Related blog post:  For us
Related essay: “Your Heart’s Desire,” by Emmet Fox

Music: Rita Coolidge, “Higher and higher”

Script:

What’s a nitzotz?

Nitztotz, spelled N-I-T-Z-O-T-Z, is a Hebrew word naming the “divine spark” that is at the core of every person’s being.  This is a portion of God’s own being, the same stuff God’s composed of.  One can call it the Life Force; the brighter it is, the happier and healthier the person is, and the more inclined she or he is to do good things.

You can tell when someone has a very bright spark; they shine.  What one’s actually seeing at that time is the person’s aura, which gets brighter along with the spark itself.

When you’re in high spirits, your spark is bright.

So, what sorts of things are prone to lift your spirits?

I don’t know what it is with me and roses, but every time I see or smell a rose, and I mean ANY time, I’m prone to feel my spirits lift.

The same goes with seeing a pretty female, no matter how impossible it might be to hope for romance.

If someone smiles at me, first of all, I’m prone to smile back — and feel better.  On the other hand, I’m prone to smile, myself, and smile at other people, and so lift their spirits, or brighten their sparks.  This is typical of, and key to, what I now mean to do as Mildew — I’ll explain all that after the break.

Which we may as well do now.

[Commercial break]

What Mildew will do.

“Mildew” is a code name I use for William Tell, so that his enemies won’t know I’m thinking or writing about him.  The full name is Philip Mildew, a take-off on the name of the fictional detective, Philip Marlowe.

A couple weeks before the election, I began praying for the nation.  This has never before been normal for me.

After the election, I was praying day after day for insight as to my career, or my whole direction in life.  What is it that I really want? or CAN really want?  It came to me that I’d really like to see all Americans with brighter auras.  Happier and healthier.  Less prone to strife, BECAUSE they are happier.  Better off, no matter what their material circumstances, BECAUSE they are happier.  This is a vision I can really, really want, something that will bring me untold joy.  I can be happy wanting it; I can be happy seeing it.

There’s a very unusual dynamic here, that wanting it, and having it, are the same thing.  To want it, is to have it.  I will visualize all Americans as having brighter auras; and if I happen to meet an American whose aura is dark, I will visualize that person as being surrounded by bright light anyway.  All by itself, this is prone to resonate to her or his nitzotz, his or her spark, and make it brighter.  I can’t lose.

And yet somehow I’m having a real hard time composing this episode.  It’s a different way of seeing the world, with many unknowns.

One unknown is what this all means for The William Tell Show, the call-in, two-way radio talk show that’s been my ambition for years.  I have wanted it to be a Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood for adults; that will lift folks’ spirits; that becomes front and center now.  Teaching things may become less important.  But I know that, just the way I am, the ways I interact with people normally, are prone to lift their spirits, prone to resonate to the spark they already have in them, and amplify the spark, make it brighter.  People who follow the teachings set forth in my little book, Free Speech Handbook, will be happier than people who don’t.  And I can share about my whole approach to life, which may make it easier for people to be happier, than otherwise.

My new worldview has not yet been tested.  For example, although I am safe in many places other people aren’t, there may still be places I won’t go.  I’ve specifically remarked some such places in previous blog posts, where even at noon on a sunny day, the spiritual darkness is palpable.  One such place is Penn-North.  Another is the block on Gay Street, from Fallsway on the south to Orleans Street on the north, by the Juvenile Justice Center.  When I used to stay at the hotel there, I walked that block many times.  Somewhere along there is a carry-out with a singularly bad reputation.  I have heard homeless black men talk about it before, and I wanted to ask them, “So why do you go there?”

Literally and figuratively, there may be better places to go.  Seeing all Americans happier, may be the best place I can go.

What great thing can I do?

Sometimes I wish I could be proud of something.

I have seen pictures and videos of places where parakeets run wild; there are flocks of hundreds and thousands of them. I would love to live in such a place. It lifts my spirits every time I see their brilliant colors.
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Becoming William Tell

This begins with an e-mail exchange between follower Vikkilyn and myself, back in May.

Wednesday, 05/21/14:  Me:  Recent events[1] suggest it’s time for me to get more serious about “becoming” William Tell.  There are some emotional obstacles there, so it’s going to take some work, and seeing this, it’s easy for me to grasp why William Tell hasn’t “happened” yet.  I’ll get through it.

Tuesday, 05/27/14: Vikkilyn:  Not sure what you mean by “becoming” William Tell?  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Tell  What part of William Tell do you want to be?  (I realize that is your “stage name” but you must have picked it for some reason, after all you have written a lot about the power in a name.)

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My cup runneth over

Friday, May 16, 2014. There were a number of events at McD this morning that normally would have distracted me, and did not.  This suggests that presence is becoming habitual — as is focus on my goals.  But there may be more involved.

Roy and Jimmy sat in a booth near me, and Roy was complaining that the clothes they give him at the clothes window at the shelter aren’t always the right size.  He also, to my amazement, complained about the food.  I answered him silently, “If you were focused on advancing your own situation, you wouldn’t be concerned about those things.”

In the past, it has been a powerful distraction to me (scandal, offense) that so many men around me have no interest in improving their lives.
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