They come when we are driving, when we are waiting in the doctor's office or the dentist office. They come when we just had a tough meeting or family problems, they come when we forget an appointment; they come uninvited.
They come in our mind bringing with them memories as evidence. Memories of past indiscretions, mistakes, misspoken words, forgotten birthdays, or little white lies we tell those we love, we tell our friends and co-workers.
The Directors of the Bored.
The chairperson slams the gavel of shame on each uncomfortable memory, self rebuke, fear, lack of confidence, embarrassment and uneasy thought.
If that's not enough, then whole Bored adds their admonitions.
It is time to dissolve the Bored.
How? you ask.
Change the Chairman.
Correct and educate the chairman, be gentle and firm and don't let the Bored get started.
What would it be like without the Bored?
Where did it come from?
Who really is the Chairman?

Warm climate of the Japanese coast line of San Die-go.
Straw hats threaten to blow away to the rustling of silk clothing.
Blossoms and tropical vegetation line the broad streets of Bankers Hill.
The dreams of Akira Kurozawa are played out in view of all who look.
A movie is this San Die-go.
Pencil drawn buildings with cinematic shadows and color intoxicate vision. A dream land set on gound that lay undisturbed for an uncounted millenia. Houses, streets, buildings, people floating on a hidden history of life. Floating on the crust of a turgid molten planet.
The hidden and the seen, the small and the large, the discreet and indiscreet all floating in a blink of eternity.
What a movie!
We are in the movie.
What role do we play?
The hero/heroine? The villian/villianess?
Victims? Survivors?
Memorable rolls to be sure!
What if we are just extras, walk on roles what then? Roles that we pay to play at!
Meanwhile the movie makers laugh and grin in delight nourished by suffering.
Didn't we get the message?
Weren't we told not to feed them?

Sometimes we forget.
We just go along as if everything is working.
We take it all for granted.
Then, when things are getting tight, timelines are shrinking, the radiator hose breaks.
Water and coolant all over the place.
Scratching our head and looking at the mess.
Where we were supposed to be; what we supposed to do; when we were supposed to be there; people and things expecting.
Then the unexpected.
What is it about the unexpected?
Isn't it a surprise?
Aren't surprises unexpected?
What if the unexpected was always a blessing, a gift, a surprise of wonder!
What does it take to make a broken water hose a gift?
When was the last time you had an unexpected gift?
Did you laugh? At yourself?

Where is the "outer marker"?
In talking to friends who are sleepwalking can we take them to the outer marker?
Sleepwalking friends sometimes don't want to wakeup any more than anyone else.
One way of helping them enjoy waking up is make your home where the outer marker is.
The outer marker is where we are not supposed to pass.
When sleeping people dreamt the world was flat the outer marker was clear in their dream.
For flat world dreamers visiting someone on the outer marker meant waking up to the truth; the world is sphereical.
When did you reach an outer marker that allowed you to wakeup to a truth?
Can we wakeup on our own?
Can others wake us up?
Can experiencing the outer marker wake us up?
What would it be like living at the outer marker; of experience?

Driving down the hyway.
A vision appears in a mirror.
A Mirror; one of many for looking at what is behind.
What is behind?
The past is behind and it is not catching up.
We look behind to see what is behind.
If the mirror is all we see then we only see the past.
What happens to the future?
How do we see ahead if all we see is what is behind; past?
Some only see a reflection of the past and think it is the future, what is in front, what is coming up.
We go so fast, too fast while looking in a mirror.
Then when we hit the telephone pole of reality, WHAT THEN?