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    #4063 - Tuesday, November 2, 2010 - Editor: Jerry Katz The Nonduality Highlights - http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlights Peculiar Stories Mora Fields
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      #4063 - Tuesday, November 2, 2010 - Editor: Jerry Katz
       
      The Nonduality Highlights -
      http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlights
       
       

      Peculiar Stories
      Mora Fields
      Trade paperback, 92 pages
      $6.95
      Ages 6-10 and up

      Mora Fields wrote the childrens book Peculiar Stories - http://ostreetpublishing.com - Mora talks on Nonduality Street podcast about what inspired her to write the book and the nondual teachings contained within them. We also meet one of the most memorable characters in nondual spiritual literature, Uncle E, a free spirit in touch with the fundamental vibration of life and which he tries to transmit to his niece. Click here to listen or here...
       
       
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      Here is an excerpt from Peculiar Stories, by Mora Fields
       

      Intergalactic Beans

      Uncle E has this one habit that drives me crazy.

      He has a lot of strange habits, like hibernating in his

      house for a whole week sometimes, and skipping down the

      street (even though he’s actually a grownup), and shaking

      Braggs Liquid Aminos sauce on almost everything he

      eats. But these are habits I’ve gotten used to and they don’t

      bother me.

       

      The one that drives me crazy is this thing about

      winking.

       

      He winks at people. At me, and at other people he

      knows, and even at strangers on the street. He doesn’t do

      it a lot, but he does it at weird times when you wouldn’t

      expect someone to wink at you (if you

      ever would). I don’t

      mind when he winks at me, or at people he knows, but

      when he winks at total strangers, it sometimes gets him

      in trouble.

       

      I asked him one time why he winked at me, and he said

      it was sort of a secret signal. “Yeah, right,” I said. “What is

      that

      supposed to mean?”

       

      “You know,” he said.

       

      “Come on, Uncle E, what kind of signal?”

       

      “I know you know. But in case you have temporarily

      forgotten, I’ll go ahead and remind you.

       

      “So, what if some alien bean from another planet landed

      here? What if it looked just like regular people, so you

      couldn’t tell it was actually a bean from outer space? But

      once it gets here it goes all over the world and discovers

      that there are actually quite a few beans here from its own

      planet. There is this kind of radiation stuff all these beans

      give off , and whenever they run into one of their own kind

      they can feel this radiation stuff , and then they use a secret

      signal to show they recognize each other. Like maybe a

      hand signal. Or hopping on one foot. Or winking.”

       

      “Right. I’m an alien bean and you’re an alien bean, so

      you wink at me?”

       

      “That was just an example,” he said. “What it is, I wink

      at people when they remind me about myself.”

       

      “Remind you about what about yourself?”

       

      “Remind me that I am really not who I pretend I am

      and that I’m only wearing a costume. You know, an Uncle

      E costume. So here we are, thinking we’re grownups,

      kids, surfers, rock stars, Chinese, Swedish, smart, dumb,

      whatever—when those things aren’t who we are at all. We

      just wear those ideas about who we are, like costumes.

       

      Underneath, we’re really all the same. We’re from the same

      tribe of beans from the same faraway planet.”

       

      “But I’m a girl, Uncle E. I’m not the same as a BOY!”

       

      “Well of course you are. Your ideas might be different.

      The way you’re made is different.… Duh! And the way you

      act is diff erent, too, partly because you’ve learned to act

      those ways, and partly because you were born with your

      own special design. But underneath all that, the real part

      of us, that’s the same. The problem is, sometimes we forget

      that this is just a costume game and we start thinking the

      costumes are real. So, when I see someone who reminds

      me I’m not diff erent from them, and that I’m playing a

      game, I wink at them to thank them for reminding me.”

       

      Well, this made me feel kind of good, because I figured

      Uncle E thought we’re from the same planet. And even

      though I didn’t really get what planet we were supposed to

      be from, I liked that he thought we were from the same

      one. As a matter of fact, I always secretly liked it when

      he winked at me since it made me feel like we were in on

      something together, whatever it was.

       

      But still, winking at strangers is risky. And Uncle E has

      gotten himself in trouble this way.

       

      One person he winked at—a really big, raggedy-looking

      guy with a motorcycle helmet—grabbed Uncle E by the

      shirt. Apparently he didn’t approve of winking, and he

      said, “Hey, buddy, if it wasn’t for your daughter here, I’d

      break your nose.” I was kinda glad the guy thought I was

      his daughter, even though it

      did scare me a little. “I’m sure

      glad

      you were here,” was what Uncle E said afterwards.

       

      And then there was the day he winked at Sofia.

      We were on our way to the beach, down by the train

      tracks, when we passed a lady going the other way. She

      was kind of tall and wearing this long dress with a hood

      that I found out later is called a “djellaba.” She looked

      preoccupied, which means she was busy thinking about

      something important and serious instead of looking at the

      scenery. Uncle E winked at her, and then she stopped and

      said, in a pretty unfriendly voice, if you ask me, “Get a

      life.” And she walked off , real huff y. I guess she was in a

      bad mood.

       

      Uncle E just shrugged. It looked like she didn’t know

      about the beans-from-another-planet thing, so he might

      have made a mistake when he winked at her in the fi rst

      place. She probably thought he was some kind of dweeb,

      which I was wondering about, too. I kind of wished that I

      had stayed home to do the homework I was supposed to

      be doing anyhow.

       

      But later when we were running around in the ocean

      waves up to our knees, and seeing who could get the longest

      piece of seaweed, who came walking in our direction but

      this same huffy lady, with her djellaba blowing behind her

      in the breeze like a queen cape. Only she didn’t look so

      huffy any more, she just looked kind of friendly. So what

      did she do, she winked right at Uncle E, and then right at

      me, too.

      Read the rest of the chapter and and order Peculiar Stories at http://ostreetpublishing.com/dialog/peculiar-stories/

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