Dear Friends,

You might be interested to know that only a few people donated to my website in order to get the ebook of “The Edge of Enlightenment.” I had hoped to get more than that, of course. It is sad to realize that what Vernon Howard said is true—that truth is for the few.

Most people want everything for free. Vernon didn’t ask much for his classes. He charged $3 per class! Of course he had books and tapes for sale as well. But he lived simply; you could tell he did by the way he dressed, the house he lived in and the car that he drove.

For a long time, he carried his notes around in an old Fruit of the Month Club cardboard box. He got a briefcase only when he became ill. He never spoke of his illness and we understood that we were not supposed to, either.

When I had a hysterectomy a long time ago, I caught a virus while in the hospital. I was quite ill for a month. I got up my courage to call his secretary Joan and ask if she would ask Vernon for some help. She said sharply that we were not to be concerned with the body, that some people might get the idea that doing the Work might keep them healthy. But strangely enough, within a week I received a postcard from her. It suggested that I might try taking two tablespoons of apple cider vinegar twice a day. It worked.

When I went out to visit, I was having lunch there and told some students about my miraculous cure. Joan heard me and practically ran over to me, shushing me. I got the message. Don’t do the work for the body.

I get discouraged from time to time about how few people respond to my books that are for sale. Nevertheless, I keep writing because I have things to say. It also feels right that I remain very much a student. Vernon alway said he considered himself one.

Recently I realized that the question, “Where am I buried? is quite useful. Today I found out that the house needs a huge amount of work where moisture has leaked into it behind the deck. I buried myself in worry about that, because I don’t know who to call to repair it correctly. But let’s face it, no one knows how to repair anything, really. Life is guesswork.

I have four days of a long weekend coming up starting tomorrow. After I get a haircut, I have nothing else to do but be. But how quickly I will bury myself in some worry or concern. Seeing how this happens IS the Work.

Love,
Vicki