We are all largely reflections of what we focus on most and,
consequently, can one wonder that Ken Dodd – a sympathiser with my
humble efforts for the animals – is so exceedingly bright and active in
his eightieth year? He is constantly focused on bringing happiness in to
the lives of others and the result is that he is brimming with energy
and joy. What one gives out comes back. Light attracts light. It’s the
law of attraction. Consequently, Doreen and I look out for this greatest
of all comedians coming to our area, and when we return from his lengthy
show then we are completely rejuvenated and – strange as you might think
- spiritually blest as well. Amongst the joy and elation he creates I
find, in a sense, that Jesus has joined us too. At times I really feel
His presence in such a midst and one could all most weep for joy.
Sadly, I feel that – on the contrary - a large percentage of those
within our great cause are most unhealthy adverts of the liberated life
we envisage for our animal friends. Indeed, I, myself, am no exception
here and – having in the past, striven to transform much of Christendom
single-handed – have paid the price quite dearly. One of the saddest
occasions was having to turn back from conducting a whole week’s
spiritual retreat on animal welfare due to increasing exhaustion, before
reaching ones venue. And another occasion was forcing myself when
experiencing flu like symptoms, to go and conduct a pet funeral in the
south. I not only succeeded in doing this but I afterwards ended up in
Basingstoke hospital where the prognosis was one of pneumonia!
Perhaps on a much lighter vein I had a few years previous published
my book: ‘How To Bounce Through Life - With Vim, vigour and Vitality’.
Indeed, it received – and still does! – much commendation; but the fact
is: I needed to practice what I was preaching to others! The day after
I’d sold signed copies of it to an assembled gathering of the National
association Of Clergy Hypnotherapists at St Louis, Missouri, I had to
sit down to give my prearranged lecture to the assembly. Yes, I’d been
hit with an appalling form of jet lag which persisted for the
conference’s duration. ‘Did I feel embarrassed?’ ‘You bet I did!’
Perhaps the Man upstairs was saying I’ll teach Thompson down there to be
a little more humble in future. Perhaps not!
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