Jacqueline Edgington

Everyone has a ticket to wherever they want to go. All they have to do is know where they are going. If you don’t know where you’re going, you can’t go where you want. That’s the ticket.

As he punched a hole in each ticket, the conductor shared the fact that a young girl once spent a fortnight on the train before it came to a stop. “What’s a fortnight?” asked Jack.“Two weeks; you know, fourteen nights,” responded Petucan.“Wow. That’s a long time to be sitting on a train. What did she find to do in a fortnight?” quizzed Jack.“She found plenty to do to kill time. Eat up and enjoy the ride,” smiled the conductor

The monkey puzzle tree has absorbed your bad memories. It’s heard your words and read your thoughts. It will keep your memories, just like history is stored with words in a book. The monkey puzzle tree feeds off history good and bad, happy or sad. Trees are record keepers and this particular tree has more records than any other living tree. If trees disappeared, there will be no records to tell that we even existed. There will be no present, no past and therefore no future,” explained Petucan.

There are many lies of all shapes and sizes. No one can hide behind a lie, especially the big ones. The bigger they are, the heavier they get until a person is weighed down so much, they can’t get up again.

You have to forgive yourself. Everyone does something that needs forgiveness. It’s impossible to live a life where you don’t have to say you’re sorry. But the most important person to say sorry to is yourself.

Don’t jump to conclusions,” scolded Ahimsa as he wiped away a stray tear. “I’m happy I was thrown away. I love it here. I kicked off my shoes and lost my sock on purpose. I knew if I did, I’d get thrown out. People don’t like to keep things that are incomplete.

Did I hurt you? Or are you just feeling hurt? They are two different things, Jack. When we lie to ourselves, the lies will surface so we can feel them. Lies never lie low. It’s the lie that hurts because it’s hiding the truth.

He thought of the fish they had caught. “Can a fish ask themselves if they are real or not?” he pondered. Were they real because he had eaten one? He wondered what had become of the fish he had eaten. Was the fish now a part of him or was he what he ate? Was he a part of a fish? It was all so perplexing. Just like a mysterious dream in a children’s book.

There’s a cosmic blueprint that lives in all things. That’s how we can find anything we want to, even if it tries to hide from us. We all have a map within us to wherever we want to go. This universal map guides the birds so they know how to fly south. It guides the flowers so they face towards the sun. The rivers of life follow the map so they can become one with the ocean.

Of course, you have a ticket,” the conductor replied. “Everyone has a ticket to wherever they want to go.