I wanted to share my Grandma Jo’s eulogy. I sent this to a few friends ahead of her funeral and I’ve never before received such beautiful, heartfelt messages. I hope you enjoy it.
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls – I present to you: my first magical crime! I have stolen a copy of ‘Absolute Magic’ by Derren Brown.
When I was 12 and trudging home from school one Friday springtime afternoon, I happened upon a fledgling bird cheeping in the gutter. This is the story of that bird.
Perhaps you feel his golden-pink eyes on you – roving in the darkness of your vision, searching you – now. Which means your unconscious mind is open to exploration, to change. Here. Now. In Wonderland.
When I turned nine I was finally allowed to go to the park with just a fellow kid for company, instead of an adult chaperone.
Then – a momentous day! The leaky hosepipe was unravelled and the pond filled with water. This took a full day and a night, and – I’m sure – infuriated any hosepipe-ban-conscious neighbours.
Comrades: I find myself in the midst of an Illuminati plot. Or possibly just perpetrating a postal crime. Unclear.
I’m attending an NLP Life Training course – the Secrets of Hypnosis with Dr Richard Bandler and Paul McKenna – tomorrow.
I was sat in a boardroom with 10 global CEOs when I began to comprehend the power of pens, pencils and other writing paraphernalia.
I’ve long been fascinated by the process – and effects – of reading writing. Waht's gnoig on up tehre as you raed tihs txet?