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DISCOVERY OF THE SELF
January 5th, 2024
Dear Doctor,
I wish you a happy new start of the Year.
It is a pleasure to have you as my doctor, I always talk with my friends about how much of a thoughtful gentleman you are,
you are always so fascinating,
I am also so fascinating, and it such interesting conversations that we always have.
As you know, I live in a Mansion in Brentwood,
it has some 7 bedrooms and bathrooms and 3 living rooms each with its own fireplace brought back from Paris...
My Persian Cat
My Deceased Husband's Workshop
Tibetan Prayer Flags
My daughter, her friends and me
My daughter Lilly aged 13 and her friends love it... they spend all day playing in the water slides discovering new ways to make my life a bit "crazier..."
A few days ago, right in the middle of my bookcase, I found
three books that were bound in hard leather,
as if someone wanted me to find them.
... their leather was sparkling white,
looking brand new,
and mysteriously titled 1, 2 and 3,
That is the only inscription they each had on the spine,
and no writing on the front of any of them.
When you opened them, the pages appeared perfectly white and weighty,
soft and leathery in the subtlest of ways,
clearly not the way any book typically sold to the public feels.
I have been completely confused by these books as they make no sense in my collection.
I have run through every possible reason for them to be there
from the gardener leaving them...
I also think it might have been Maria, my maid who trained as a writer in Mexico City, before moving to the US, she loves to play pranks on me...
I also think it may have been my daughter playing a trick on me but that doesn’t make sense given the content and her age.
Each of the books tell in eloquent language,
and in different styles,
which I will explain in a moment, the story of a different person
and have caused in me the strongest of reactions.
The first one is set in flowery language from the fable world...
and describes the life of a 13-year old princess set in a castle far apart who wears vast majestic dresses every day,
finding in each room a new box with a new incantation and new set of possibilities
I had the strongest gut reaction where I found it coyingly sweet and disgusting,
I hated every bit of it.
And so, I have to ask you…
A Meta-Awareness Brain Exercise is about to begin.
Meta-Awareness Brain Exercise (1 of 2)
Over the next few days, notice your first instinct when something unsettles you. Do you push it away, get curious, ignore it, or challenge it? Just observe.
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And it reminded me of an occasion I had a few days ago when I saw a waitress serving me my green matcha ceremonial tea...
She was dressed in an all-too-feminine princess like outfit, I would have thought it was Halloween...
I told her, “Don’t you think you should go and seek out a role as a princess in Disneyland? Serve my matcha and stop acting a fool.”
I have to tell you Doctor when I behave like that
somewhere inside me something twists.
I heard one of the staff that she chatted with in the back say something about a “Karen.”
And that moment I did think to myself,
“I am truly the devil and don’t let anyone tell you differently. I really am. No doubt about it.”
But I still felt in the right.
I come here to get peace and relaxation a moment of Zen from ancient Japan,
not to have political speech of counter-feminism...
or have some non-sense about princesses and that b****-s****
Regardless, I finished reading this first book (300 pages long!), although I hated every word of it
It felt nauseous and obscene to me to here of her adventures and so forth
How stupid of a book.
I thought at that moment it might have been a stupid left over gift from my recently deceased husband...
which reminds me of the Valets at the country club...
they seem to linger a bit too long looking at me...
whenever I come for golf with my female gang of friends, we call ourselves “The Tigresses.”
And well mommy Tiger needs to get some meals sometimes, haha.
Regardless, I was no closer to figuring out the mystery when
I finished the first book that was signed simply 13.
Then I opened the second one, I went all the way to the back to see how it was signed, and it was signed 27.
It is written in the industrious, energetic, first-person voice of a 27-year old female engineer
who is the expert in the city of 1950’s New York in building furnaces and motors.
The plot centers around the death of a scrooge-like character who had hired her and refused to pay her for her work...
he is found later on found dead while she was in a trip to Egypt
where she had been hired to fix a massive furnace that was keeping warm the city’s cavernous baths and showers across five sites,
old ancient Hamams of years past.
Using her intuitive yet mathematical engineering mind
she works with a team of 7 of the dead person’s family and friends,
and figures out who is the murderer.
The whole thing was beautifully written also 300 pages to the dot.
And signed as I told you 27.
I was intimidated by this incredibly woman…
me now 35 and nowhere where this young beautiful
star-like 27 year old woman, wonder woman, could achieve.
Svelte in beauty and mind.
If I were to meet her I don’t know what I would say.
It reminded me (I am sorry to admit) of a girl
I saw when I went to the country club with the TTs ("The Tigresses") a few days ago. She had long blonde air and was also in her 20s,
and had a crisp collared structured white blouse that appeared both soft and rigid,
and a long black pencil skirt that went to right below her knee.
She was speaking with several men at the bar about a
complex topic related to “fractionals,” “multipliers,” and “differential formats..."
She was so commanding and so fierce. Dangerous even and bothersome.
I could deal with her being younger – and I think you’ll agree she wasn’t prettier than me – but her attitude and tone really set me off the wrong way.
I would have told her something but I couldn’t come up with anything and well that was it.
I swear that night I felt awful again about this situation. Why do I think or say things and then regret them so terribly?
I told myself, “I truly am the Satan in these situations. I am it and should be destroyed but here I am doing my thing with no one to catch me. Oh well. I guess life goes on.”
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Begin Your Depth Reflection: Step 1 of 5
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There was still one left...
And that third book, now no closer to figuring out what is going on in this very peculiar situation, was also 300 pages,
now signed by 75, was indeed about a 75-year old grey haired maven of industry who marvels everyone by her style but who is deeply lonely.
Dressed in black and white, a source of envy for all. I couldn’t wait to be her friend.
I read every word... I was taking notes of her style choices to try on my own. I called some of my female friends to see if they knew of some of her choices in travel, fashion, and food...
It was delightful and brought the TTs even closer together.
Now.. I was dying to know what this was all about.
I called all seven of the official TTs, then the 5 who are trying to get in
I tracked down in computer software who has had access to the house...
to hide the white leather books... and tried to play my own 27-year old engineer detective
to solve this mystery... and the solution was absolutely nowhere to be found.
Perhaps someone had sent them to the house in a box by mistake, but why were they in the middle [of the bookshelf]?
Maria was gone for the weekend and when I tried to call her she wasn’t answering - I almost fired her!
That afternoon Lilly was having 3 of her friends over, one young girl probably 9 years old with red hair and freckles who grabbed the third of the books (my favorite!) and started running with it and jumped into the pool with it.
I was so angry that I ran into it with all my clothes on...
I had a [famous brand] dress which is part of a vintage collection that I was wearing,
as well as a set of high heels that were custom-made
because we were about to leave with my friends
to be at a new gallery opening party by 5.
It was only when I realized my eyelashes had come off that I noticed what had happened.
The pool was now filled with the dye from the dress...
... and it was then that I realized that I had been sold a fake vintage by my friend
who swore to God and his angels that it was "original" and "authentic."
The book was fine.
As I got out of the water, I saw my daughter Lilly who asked me tauntingly, "What is going on Mom, you liked that book, the 75 so much? why?”
I answered, “What do you know about this?”
“Does it make any difference?” she answered curtly crossing her arms.
Now I knew something was up.
“Tell me what you did.”
“No I won’t, you made Olivia cry ... and I was trying to get on the good side of her sister so she’d invite me to the English Debutante party she’s throwing 2 weekends from now... and now you’ve ruined it all.”
“I am sorry Lilly,” I told her, and I’m sorry if I’m writing this as a script. It’s my work so this is the way I think about things.
I told her I would fix the situation.
And I did. I cancelled the afternoon soiree visits, my friends went on their own...
I calmed Olivia down after I had screamed at her at the top of my lungs in the pool about “What a ___ of a ___ she is… and that” her mother must be a “________________ for doing what she did bringing her to the world.”
I brought all my daughter’s friends out of the pool, made them hot cocoa, apologized profusely, and promised to take them all shopping the next day
(which I did at one of the most expensive boutiques in town).
Regardless, it seems that crisis has been averted although I don’t know if Lilly is back on debutante ball privileges.
This brings me to what happened yesterday...
Lilly was rubbing her face on the passenger side of my car and it was just the two of us driving in my [famous car brand] all-Pink wrapped Turbo GT that has custom wheels that are twice larger than the mainstream edition.
“Mom, you’re really stupid ... the books were meant to be special surprise for you."
“What do you mean?”
“Your birthday was yesterday, you always forget, and I made them for you.”
“My birthday is not yesterday, it is in a week from now.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Ok. Whatever. I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”
“Tell me about the books. What are they?"
“Mom, it’s ok, just leave me alone. Why does it matter now?”
“I need to find out what is going on. I felt very emotionally connected to them. I hated the first, I was intimated by the second, and I was in love with third.”
“Mom, I thought you were really complicated but it sounds like you’re really simple.”
“What???”
“Mom, you scare the life out of everyone that comes into your life. People call you a ___ behind your back and you are really simple.”
“How so? What is going on? Are you still angry at me?”
“I am but that is not the reason I saying you are simple (sp). I think you just want to be complex and you really just don’t like who you are.”
I stopped the car in front of that organic shoppe I told you about in ___.
“Tell me now Lilly or you will be in trouble like you have never imagined.”
“I don’t care, just leave me alone..."
“Lilly, I will drop you off at the nearest orphanage if you don’t tell me.”
"I couldn’t care less... I wanted to go to that party and you screw it up again with your attitude, and your tone, and your ___ness.”
Lilly grabbed her phone and got out of the car and started running.
I had cars behind me honking the horn. I didn’t care. I turned out my blinkers. Left her door open and ran out after her with my car in the middle of the street...
And honestly I was losing at that point. The whole trauma of my husband’s death came at me right then and there . The thought s of having to take her of her own now that he was gone. The responsibility.
The pain of the loss of my sister a year prior while she was scuba diving in Bali and no one really feeling close to me enough for me to share what I was really feeling .
And now I am acting like a mad woman running after a child in a n expensive fashionable store where any of my friends or colleagues or work professionals that know me in the movie or TV industry could see me.
I think I saw a flash of red in the window pane ...
I think it was Lilly who was wearing an all-red ensemble of fluffy dresses with small tiny white dots.
Lilly grabbed her phone and got out of the car and started running.
I had cars behind me honking the horn. I didn’t care. I turned out my blinkers. Left her door open and ran out after her with my car in the middle of the street...
And honestly I was losing at that point. The whole trauma of my husband’s death came at me right then and there . The thought s of having to take her of her own now that he was gone. The responsibility.
The pain of the loss of my sister a year prior while she was scuba diving in Bali and no one really feeling close to me enough for me to share what I was really feeling .
And now I am acting like a mad woman running after a child in a n expensive fashionable store where any of my friends or colleagues or work professionals that know me in the movie or TV industry could see me.
I think I saw a flash of red in the window pane ...
I think it was Lilly who was wearing an all-red ensemble of fluffy dresses with small tiny white dots.
Lilly grabbed her phone and got out of the car and started running.
I had cars behind me honking the horn. I didn’t care. I turned out my blinkers. Left her door open and ran out after her with my car in the middle of the street...
And honestly I was losing at that point. The whole trauma of my husband’s death came at me right then and there . The thought s of having to take her of her own now that he was gone. The responsibility.
The pain of the loss of my sister a year prior while she was scuba diving in Bali and no one really feeling close to me enough for me to share what I was really feeling .
And now I am acting like a mad woman running after a child in a n expensive fashionable store where any of my friends or colleagues or work professionals that know me in the movie or TV industry could see me.
I think I saw a flash of red in the window pane ...
I think it was Lilly who was wearing an all-red ensemble of fluffy dresses with small tiny white dots.
I jumped out of the store... on the left, I saw a pile of cars behind mine, and on the right I see her running the street like some kind of abused child running for cover.
I got into the car and drove down... I knew were just a few blocks from home and Lilly knew how to get there. I didn’t care there was a police officer in the process of writing me a ticket.
I wasn’t going to run around like a frazzled anguished mom after her . It reminded me of mothers I had seen being pulled in every direction by her toddlers and had had it imagining myself in those situations.
As I arrived home,
I saw that she Lilly was standing by the door looking all innocent and smiling sheepishly.
I walked through the door, fuming softly, and she followed me.
“Mom are you angry at at me?” she asked with annoying sweetness.
“Lilly…” I fumed slowly drawing out the sound with a heavy tone.
“Mom, do you want to know what the books were about?”
“Yes!”
“Ok, but there’s a fourth one… that I want you to read.”
She ran to the bookshelf, and behind it she had a fourth tome. It was titled “777” I opened it and it started with these words,
“There was once upon a time, a young girl that at the age of 13 wrote a diary describing who she wanted to be. She described in it that she would love to be living in a magical castle where everything was possible,
in every room was a world of possibility, in some she could be a swordsman, in another a fairy,
in another a masculine powerful warlock under which she was a feminine master of the worlds, and so on.
She dreamed of those possibilities and they filled her, in her words, ‘with a sense of scintillating joy’ which was a particularly complex word for a 13 year old to use.”
And at that moment, I realized what had happened.
Lilly started talking, “Mom, I found your diary.”
“What diary?” I said faking confusion.
“I found your diary from when you were 13 years old. Remember when you bought that large Estate sale and Maria put most of what you bought in our crazy massive attic."
"I found it there and I started reading it.”
“Ok…”
“I gave it to ___ you know that AI software thing that can write anything. I asked it to write four books… one based on who you wanted to be when you were thirteen, another based on you dreamed of becoming when you were 27, and the one you really did not want to become when you were 75, namely, an old lady who had everything but was all alone.”
“Ok. I see.” I have to tell Dr. I broke down in tears at that moment at realizing what had happened.
I hated, viscerally, hated that 13 year old girl with her magical wishes,
but that was my most earnest wish to be when I was that age.
I was intimated by the 27 year old engineer ___ detective who solved problems and traveling around the world,
and gave the evil eye to that blonde long haired girl in the black pencil skirt in the country club when it reminded me of her. That is who I most earnestly wished to become when I was 13.
Then when I read of that 75 year old woman who was of the world and everyone was at her command, and envious of her, I wished most earnestly, and I am sorry I keep using that word, I actually don’t care anymore about being selective about my word choices after all that, I earnestly, earnestly, earnestly wished to be her closest friend.
I was now down on my knees,
with my legs behind me pointed outwards,
and I am sure my mascara running down my face.
Lilly instinctively came towards me... and I hugged her.
“Mom , don’t cry, why are you crying?” she asked me.
“I don’t…. I don’t… I don’t ….. know….”
“Mom, I gotta tell you about the fourth book.”
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Some things stay with us, even when we don’t see them...
“Ok, is the fourth book about me?”
"No, mom..."
“No, mom, it is about who you have inspired me to be.”
“What?”
“I dream of one day of being like you… who can be so many people… who is not afraid of defining what you want and the ways you want it, and then to change it as you grow up."
"You haven’t been afraid.”
“I have been Lilly.”
“No, Mom, all that happened is that you forgot."
"And by forgetting who you dreamed of being,
the self you wanted to be,
you started to think it was another person, or someone else.
So when you see someone that reminds you of that forgotten self,
that self that lives inside you,
that self that is a part of you,
that self that is somewhere in the world that you are,
that self you have not forgotten,
that self that is also in me, it triggers a strong reaction.
But it is your own self that you are seeing in them.”
“Ok…. so? That makes me a bad person doesn’t it? I can be so awful to them, so terrible, they keep calling me a ____. I honestly can’t stand it."
"Sc___ them, sorry Lilly, but sc___ them.”
“No, Mom, you don’t want to screw them, you just forgot and I hoped these books would remind you.”
“And what is the fourth book about?”
“It is the story of me becoming more like you… but remembering throughout time who I have wished to be and to realize that you told me Dr. ___ told you who we are is as a dress that we can change if we choose if we are aware it is a dress."
"You can change it. There’s nothing wrong and bad about it.” And it was then that I realized that my life hadn’t been all in waste, truly, "At times, I am so awful I shouldn't live," but at that moment, I told her,
“I guess the one thing I am happy about is the realization that you could realize what I didn’t realize, and that you may be freer and not as limited as I was.”
“So you think it was a good gift?”
She asked pulling back and putting her hand on her waist, being all attitude-y.
“It was truly the best of gifts.”
And with that I finish this letter,
with gratitude,
with thoughtfulness,
and in appreciation in realizing that my self is not my Self,
and there’s many selves in this one self.
Some moments don’t just pass through you… they stay, waiting to be understood.
Meta-Awareness Building Exercise begins now.
Right now, just take a moment to notice yourself—not your thoughts, not your memories, just the feeling of being you.
How does your ‘self’ feel in your body? Heavy or light, warm or cool, still or shifting?
Before we move forward, let yourself observe—without trying to change anything.
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When emotions rise, don’t just feel them—trace them. Are they heavy or light? Sharp or slow? Turn them into words and see what shifts.
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