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I felt like a fraud.
So I learned to fly an airplane.
At 50,000 feet I thought:
"A fraud is flying an airplane."
So I crossed the Atlantic in a rowboat.
I docked at Cherbourg and thought:
"A fraud has crossed the Atlantic in a rowboat."
So I took a space shot to the moon.
On the trip home I thought:
"A fraud has circled the moon."
So I took a full page ad in the newspaper and
confessed to the world that I was a fraud!
I read the ad and thought:
"A fraud is pretending to be honest."
Only your essence is real.
--Jules Feiffer The Village Voice, December 1977
This is a private journal, dealing with my journey into the world of past-life regression, my own personal journey of self-acceptance, self-love, and re-connecting with my purpose in this life. It is not open for public reading.