The lesson came from Neale Donald Walsh, in his last book of Conversation With God series that he named Communion With God. I highly recommend book by way, even if you may not agree with all he says.

In this book, Walsh says that since we are all one, when you give to someone you are, in essence, giving to yourself. Interesting, I thought! I had certainly never thought about it like that. Have you?

I had not expected an i-mail from Other-Self so early in morning. I was barely into my second cup of coffee.

But then I have no control over nagging i-mails. They arrive internally at unexpected times and demand an immediate answer. Unlike standard e-mails, they have no delete button and sit like a flashing banner ad on monitor of my mind.

Wearily I replied, "Couldn't you have at least waited until my brain booted up?"

"Nonsense. Now's time to set your day. So I repeat. What's it going to be? Complain or contribute?"

"I don't have slightest idea what you're talking about. I've got eight phone calls to make...an appointment with that idiot, Bernard...letters to write...forms to fill out....and a thousand other things to do. It's going to be another of those stupid crazy days. So I'm in no mood to answer your dumb questions."

"I see. Already it's a complaint day. Too bad. You've been having so many of them lately."

"You'd have complaint days too if you had to put up with my nowhere job."

"Nowhere jobs are generally nowhere because people don't look beyond nowhere to anywhere. Which brings me to a question. What do you really want to have happening in your life?"

I hate these kind of questions. "If this is going to be one of those ‛what ever happened to your dream' lecture, stuff it. I'm too busy for a trip down fantasy lane."

"Fantasy? Is that what you call your future? No wonder you have so many complaint days."

"Yeah...well dreams don't put food on table. And I happen to know that if you don't get your daily fill you growl a lot."

"Please hear me. I'm not suggesting you cop out of employment line. But making a few contributions toward your dreams couldn't hurt."

"Oh, that's really wonderful. I'm working my kazoo off to keep body and soul together. I come home at night with hardly enough energy to pick up television remote and you want me to go out and be a world beater. Talk about fantasy, guy. You've got a first-class ticket on trip."