Has it happened to you when everything seems to be fine, everything seems to have been achieved, but there is no sense of satisfaction, joy from success? Klaus J. Joel experienced something similar and tried to figure out why this happens and how to avoid eternal dissatisfaction with himself, find inspiration and joy in life. “I turned my attention inside myself and plunged deep into thoughts about why there is irritation in me. The mood seems to be good, that’s just confusion because I don’t know what to do. There are a lot of ideas, but none of them really attracts. On the other hand, for some reason, none of the current cases causes a desire to do it. new chapter in the book of my life is not yet written, and I don’t even know where to start ... "

Foreword

This book is written in simple terms, and has not been subjected to any editorial changes that one might consider necessary. Words and thoughts are no more worthy of editing than we are ourselves. Isn't it our right to be ourselves?

A long time ago, when I was young and impressionable and took drawing classes in the ninth grade, one day at the beginning of the semester we were given the task of drawing something. I completed the task in the form in which I wanted; it was a wonderful moment - the drawing appeared on the sheet easily and effortlessly. But I was told that in this form my work was unacceptable - I should have thrown it out and completed the task again following certain instructions. After another two weeks, I was informed that drawing was probably not for me and was advised to sign up for carpentry lessons. Thirty years later, people are admiring the same style of drawing and asking how I do it? The answer is always the same: I draw when nothing limits me, when the flow passes through me freely, when I do it in my own way, as I want.

By and large, we are not able to appreciate the forms in which another person expresses himself, whether it is a text, a picture, gardening, or something as simple as laughter. To evaluate any form of expression of others is tantamount to giving the desired shape to a piece of clay.

Sometimes I'm afraid I'll be judged. But the saddest thing is that people who deny themselves free creativity, who do not allow inner beauty to come out, are taken to judge. There, where, in turn, it can be evaluated by another such person.

The written word is one of the broadest forms of self-expression, but at the same time, we limit it to extremely rigid limits. Spelling, indispensable word order in a sentence, and the like. But today a new freedom will shine.

When does a fool and a rule breaker turn into a hero? In my opinion, when he or she dares to become one! Somehow, a joyful, free act of daring allows beauty to pour out. This, in turn, allows us to be nonjudgmental witnesses. And this frees you from restrictions - from those imposed on yourself and from strangers.

So go ahead! (Even if with excitement at first.) In the depths of my soul I hope that by daring to write and leave it as it is, I will find inspiration. Then perhaps others will find the courage to write, putting aside the fear of others editing, evaluating and analyzing in the jungle of unproven theories. I confess that sometimes I would like my words to be brighter, more precise, juicier. Sometimes it's scary to be a rebel, even if it just means being yourself, being happy.

Yes, it can be scary, but isn't it scary to be within the limits of the rules that are too narrow for us? I hope the story you read next will do to you what it did to me. And now, perhaps, it's time to give my leprechaun buddy the opportunity to explain the lack of spelling and wild English language which you will meet next.

Introduction

Access to the true source of great love and joy is simple: find what excites the most for you at every single moment throughout the day - and follow it.

Unfortunately, most we devote time to what we think we should be doing, and not to what we are really interested in, and which, for this reason, would bring us the desired love and joy.

Can we expect a life full of love, joy and happiness, if our first concern after waking up is to be in time for a job that is not joyful and not interesting?

If seventy percent of our time is spent doing something that does not bring love and joy, then the remaining thirty percent will not compensate for this. Neither seminars, nor books, nor meditations, nor affirmations will help.

The more time we give to uninteresting and joyless work, the more money we spend trying to become happier, which only leads to more debt. Thus, we attach ourselves even more deeply to the unloved work. It turns out a vicious circle.

The only way to have an abundance of joy and love is to do what interests you the most!

Chapter first

It all started one Friday afternoon. I took my wife to the ferry; she was leaving for the mainland to spend the weekend with her daughter in Vancouver. Six months have passed since we moved from Calgary to an island near Vancouver Island (in southwest Canada). An island three miles wide, ten miles long, with six thousand people, ten billion trees, and it's completely incomprehensible where to go from boredom. Sitting on the porch of the house and thinking about what to spend the rest of my life on, I looked at the seagulls playing in the ocean waves. Eagles were playing in the rising air above the cliff on which our house stands.

Boredom in paradise, I thought, isn't it amazing?

It's not that I wasn't happy to be here or to see the view around me. Something was missing in my life. But what?

What do you do when you don't feel like doing anything? Sending love had an unexpected and powerful side effect. For most of my life I struggled with circumstances, but now, when everything was easy and joyful, I did not know what to do with time. I wanted to do something joyful, but what exactly? I leaned back in my chair, put my feet on the table and let the sun's rays cover me with my warm blanket. A dream crept up unnoticed...

I was woken up by a loud thud followed by what sounded like muffled curses. Still half asleep, I slowly turned my head towards the steps at the far end of the porch and saw a leprechaun who had just stumbled or fallen. In his hand he held what looked like a bottle. Even in my half-asleep state, I noted that all efforts to look decent were abandoned by him in the name of saving the bottle and its supposed contents.

Oh, lovely dressed-up lions, I almost spilled the wine! Oh Mary, what would I do then? he said, trying to get to his feet, if that could be called standing. A blade of grass fluttering in the wind would be a better comparison.

It was noticeable that he was looking, at least trying to look in my direction.

My instinct told me that every such visit brought another book, and since writing books is not my favorite pastime, I turned my back to the ocean, hoping that it would disappear. I knew it was time for a new lesson. Considering everything I've seen in my life, the fall of a leprechaun on its face onto the floor of the veranda of my house was like a leaf growing on an autumn tree. Beautiful, but in the end it's just another leaf.

But it is known that trying to ignore any drunkard is like trying to batten down the hatch of a submarine with a mosquito net.

I hope you are already laughing because I would be laughing if you were me.

Chapter Two

Even trying not to notice the leprechaun, I saw that he, barely on his feet, was walking towards my chair.

I tried everything to prevent this from happening, but I still smiled. As soon as a smile is born, it immediately takes possession of your face. A smile is contagious, but especially a smile addressed to a tipsy person. Despite my best efforts, my face lit up with a smile, and as soon as the leprechaun noticed this, his face responded with a clown smile, the likes of which have never been seen before. Whether you have a photographic memory or not, it is enough just to see it once to keep it in your memory forever - unearthly, albeit harmless.

I shook my head, thinking to myself, “When it comes time for another person to learn something new, they are given a book or inspired. But not in my case, no, sir! They throw a drunken leprechaun on my veranda.”

What manners, my friend? Won't you invite an old friend to sit down?

Choose any chair, I replied, waving my hand in the direction of the farthest chair on the other side of the veranda.

He turned slightly and looked in that direction. It was almost enough to knock him off his feet. Unfortunately, balance was restored and he moved to the nearest chair across from me.

The journey was comical enough in itself, and the attempt to get into the chair was simply unsurpassed. I will not say that it would be possible to fill up an elephant with his fumes.

I don't want any more paranormal activity, I turned to him. - I'm fed up with them, so say the phrase you came to say and leave me alone.

I explain the reason for my mild rudeness in another book, which, I think, the time has not yet come to publish. [Apparently referring to Shameful Mystery, published after Weekend with a Drunk Leprechaun.]

Ah, if only I could describe his face at the moment when he rolled his eyes and sadly looked at his bottle! Regret for what was said has already begun to be born in me, even though I know the rules of this game.

Just came in, buddy, to look at you for the last time and say goodbye, ”he said, and a tear rolled down one of the deep wrinkles on his cheek.

See how they work? They say a phrase that leaves you no choice but to ask: “Why? How? Where? What?" And if it doesn't work the first time, they'll keep going until you get hooked.

You see, buddy, I know you, but you don't know, or rather you don't remember me.

No response from my side.

Would you like a taste of my dandelion elixir, mate? he asked, holding out the bottle.

No answer.

I guess I didn't look well because I didn't notice how the cat ate your tongue. Do you understand sign language? he asked with a smirk.

Still no answer. But I couldn't help but smile as I noticed the crushed mushroom stuck to the sole of his boot.

Finally he smiled! Are you sure you don't want to take a sip? he asked again. - I remember you liked my drink in a small green bottle that fell into your hands a few years ago.

Here I got it! I reached forward, he tried to do the same; I managed to take the sticky bottle from his sticky fingers. Leaning back in my chair, I sniffed the contents - not a hint of alcohol. As I examined the bottle and shifted my gaze to the leprechaun, I noticed that he looked not so much drunk as pleased with himself. The brown clay bottle contained what looked like thick syrup.

I have seen death and hunger, loneliness and pain, and therefore I am not afraid of them, and, in this case, there is nothing more to be afraid of. Therefore, black berry syrup poured out of the bottle, possibly with dandelions - it is difficult to determine for sure, but it tasted similar. For good taste. I took another sip, noticing that the leprechaun was grimacing as if I were drinking something terrible. Shrugging, I returned the bottle to him.

Very tasty, - I said, - not like in that green bottle, but not bad either.

Well, at that time the drink was deliberately prepared in a drinkable form, - he replied, - as for this potion, it is the first time anyone has ever seen anyone drink it. But since you say it's delicious, I should try it too.

Dropping the bottle into his mouth, and continuing to watch me with one eye, he took a sip or pretended to take a sip of its contents.

Have you noticed how we are being hooked? It is enough just to observe what you do not want to become involved.

Not bad. But I prefer to consume the elixir in my own way,” he said.

I understand, pulling the essence out of it! I replied and turned my attention to the ocean.

Just watch what

What do you want to have

Who do you want to be

What do you want to achieve.

Then, only in this you will be involved.

So they say.

Chapter Three

Do you want to know why your life has become boring? asked the leprechaun.

Perhaps I do. It's not that I'm unhappy, but I feel that something is missing, some interest, some challenge.

Yes, this is the case when you know, but do not want to know, because then there is a need to say goodbye to the past and say goodbye to a part of yourself, he said. - With that half of you that is used to boldly go into battle, despite the insignificance of the chances. Now, when all circumstances are favorable, you are trying to find new way self-expression. You know what I mean?

I understand, I replied.

We sat in silence.

I turned my attention inward and went deep into the thought of why there is irritation in me. The mood seems to be good, that's just confusion because I don't know what to do. There are plenty of ideas, but none of them really attract. On the other hand, for some reason, none of the current cases causes a desire to do it. It's like a new chapter in the book of my life hasn't been written yet and I don't even know where to start. “It's amazing,” I thought, “because I myself give advice on how other people can make their lives joyful and interesting. This is not difficult, because any person, as a rule, has an interest in something specific, and all you need is a hint where to start moving. However, I myself, for the first time in my life, do not know what I want. [Echoes Klein's theme that "goals are the result of movement."] It's like flipping through a catalog and not finding anything that interests me.

As I was about to express my thoughts in words, I glanced at the place where the leprechaun had just been sitting, but he was already gone. Disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Although, there was a feeling that he would return. The thought flashed through that perhaps he should have been more gentle with him - but, after all, he himself had not chosen the best moment for a visit.

Readers of my first book sometimes write in letters to me that sending love will make their lives cloudless. But it is not so. Life is about growth and opening up new horizons. We grow and change, and change can be uncomfortable at times. Besides, adventures and challenges are part of life. And the sending of love does not exist to remove all challenges from life. On the contrary, it allows you to meet these challenges easily and with joy, and not with pain, as before.

I am one of those people who like to be constantly in some kind of process, always have something to do. And I understand that a new case will definitely appear - I have absolutely no doubt about it, but impatience takes over. This is how I sometimes make an elephant out of a fly and worry, instead of relaxing and enjoying an outstanding vacation. Even though I understand with my mind that everything is in order, I still worry. Just an old pattern of behavior - I know it's high time to change it. Only I have already changed so many of my patterns that sometimes I cling to something unnecessary only for fear of losing myself. Again, I understand that this will not happen, but, anyway, I act in the old way. I know that impatience is uncomfortable, and I could get rid of it at any moment, but I am afraid of becoming too calm. In other words, lose your penetrating power.

Chapter Four

The next morning promised to bring another beautiful day, despite the wisps of fog hanging in the lowlands of the island. Our house stands on a high cliff, which offers a beautiful view of a large part of the island. Although the latter is small, it sometimes happens that some of its parts are still covered with fog, while others are already brightly lit by the sun. Grabbing a notebook and a couple of glasses of orange juice, I took my seat on the veranda and wrote down the following:

There are many ways to create what you want: visualization, gratitude, sending love, total expectancy. By waiting, I mean the state when you are so sure that something will happen that you can already feel it, as if it has become a part of you. Before shifting into this type of probabilistic reality, one must first realize its possibility and develop this awareness in oneself. Over time, with the accumulation of faith in this possibility, we build an expectation of it. When the expectation reaches one hundred percent, it is realized. The difficulty lies in achieving full expectation in the absence of evidence that can be touched. But the evidence won't come until the expectation level reaches 100 percent. We believe that belief in something requires proof, at least to oneself. But reality is created differently: an event occurs at the moment when we become able to prove to ourselves its existence, without reference to anything else - only on the basis of faith.

You will understand what you have created for yourself new world when what used to seem strange will now be the norm for you. For example, if you, as if nothing had happened, are sitting on the veranda waiting for the appearance of a leprechaun.

Pouring a leprechaun a glass of orange juice before he even appears would be too much for someone, but perhaps it is the absence of these actions, thoughts and beliefs that prevents others from repeating what I can do.

I wrote it down while waiting for my leprechaun friend to show up. This is what I call perfect anticipation: I have been anticipating his coming as much as I am anticipating the sunrise. Waiting has no different degrees; you either expect something one hundred percent, or you doubt it. Expectation is expressed in black or white, not shades of gray. Combine expectation with desire, with gratitude and the power of love (as it manifests itself when sending love), add to the above the feeling that the event has already happened - and you will get the ingredients sufficient to create anything.

Putting my notes aside, I reached for my cigarettes, a habit that outlived its causes. Taking a cigarette out of the pack, I noticed the soles of the leprechaun's boots. The chair was too big for him, and so his shins were horizontal, as were his thighs, instead of hanging to the floor.

Thanks for the juice,” he said, holding the glass I had filled a few minutes earlier.

If you're only going to take the life energy from the juice, maybe I should have given you an orange? I said to keep the conversation going.

It's important that you take care of me, buddy, besides, your thought also affects the juice, - was his answer.

There was a long pause, which he broke with the words:

How I will miss you ... It is a pity to part with such a source of entertainment!

Unfortunately, I can’t respond in kind, not knowing either you yourself or the reasons for your appearance. Kindly enlighten me on this - while I'm still interested.

Okay, where do you start? he replied, rolling his eyes and wringing his fingers.

Looking at him, it was hard not to be amused, a picture would have given an excellent description. It looked like he was digging in the woods; palms, elbows and knees were stained in rich forest soil. He seemed to climb into every hole - just to see what was there.

Buddy, the situation is as follows: in the field of memory, you and I are best friends. Now you do not remember it, because you do not reside in this area, and remembering is possible only there. Anyway... Oh, sacred cows, just look at me, where is my courtesy? Pour so much earth on the imitating stone floor of your veranda!

During the conversation, he constantly twisted his legs, from which the forest soil stuck to the soles of his boots fell to the floor. I shrugged, indicating that it was okay and he could continue.

It's like this: when you made the decision to live this life and go through all the adventures that you and I went through, I decided that I would stick around. After all, we knew that this, for sure, would be a worthwhile adventure, and we understand a lot about this, am I right?

This life has been an unforgettable adventure for me, but it is not clear what you have to do with it, - I answered. - In the morning I meditate, cook, clean, send love and the like. But you, it seems, have already managed to dig a few fox holes in the morning in search of treasure.

You see, what's the matter - you are not doing what your heart is for, but what, according to your ideas, you need to do, - he said. And, to my horror, started a song. He began waving his arms in the air in time with the singing and banging his boot against his boot, which caused even more dirt to fall on the floor of my veranda, imitating, in his words, stone. It seemed that more forest soil was poured from it than could stick to the boots. Apparently, this is how he had fun.

Oh, what am I! I forgot that you don't eat. Ho-ho-ho, and a bottle of Ho, and I do what I love.” His hand was raised in the air like a singer in an opera.

It was hard not to laugh.

Great song, I praised.

glow with love,

and do what I love

and everything adds up one by one!

You need to use it somewhere, - I said, writing down the words of the song. - Great to remember! Any other good ideas? I asked, now with more interest.

Possibly.” He winced, grinning.

And how long have you been hanging around me? I asked in an attempt to avoid the lecture he seemed to be about to give.

Almost from the very beginning,” he replied. - I remember you as a little kid, running through the forest and hitting everything with a stick. We've had better and worse times. Worse for me too - I always helped you in any way I could. It's a pity you didn't see me.

Why do I see you now, but I haven't seen you before?

You yourself insisted on it. We agreed that I would be invisible to you until either you discover me yourself, or the third part of your life begins, the leprechaun explained.

And how many parts have I prepared for myself?

There are four in total, two of which you have completed, you are starting the third, and the fourth will begin later.

I'm not sure if I can live long in this world, I began. - Sometimes, it seems that he lived ten lives. I'm glad that the difficulties are behind us. I don’t know what to do now, and at the same time I don’t really want to do something. Feeling like I've completed a big adventure and found myself unable to find anything of interest.

Listen, buddy. I can hear you very well. That's why I showed up now, before my time is up. There is a smooth road ahead of you. But after everything you've been through, a smooth road can seem kind of chilling, weird or scary or...

Okay, I get it, boring, I interrupted him.

Yes? Why - what do you think?

Shaking my head, I replied:

I guess I feel confused not knowing what to do next. All my life I've struggled with something, and now that everything comes easy, I'm at a loss. I'm not even sure I know what I want. In my opinion, before so much energy was spent on the struggle that there was no time to think about what I want from this life?

Ahhh yes, keep going.

Perhaps what I wanted before, when I was in a struggle, was more flight than following what makes me happy - I fell silent for a minute, remembering the past. - And now, leaving behind sadness and the struggle for survival - for example, jobs that I did not like and that did not help in my life search - I am at a loss not knowing what I want - I again thought deeply.

Agree, it’s rather strange to sit on the veranda and spread your thoughts to some kind of leprechaun psychotherapist. At the same time, I knew that this would end up writing another book, which I definitely didn't want. Again, what kind of following is it that makes me happy?

I glanced at the leprechaun, who was sitting on a chair with an extremely satisfied look. According to him, the absence of unfinished business and plans was guessed. A feeling of joy emanated from him, the absence of regrets and unfulfilled desires. He was pleased with the smells in every breath. Kind and polite, at the same time strong and strong, despite his small stature. Surely he was not perfect, and his life was not without its challenges, but external circumstances did not seem to affect his inner light.

I looked into it like an open book. It was clearly seen that he did not withdraw into himself, but, on the contrary, radiated his radiance, his experience, outward. It could be said that his love, the source of inner radiance, created the world, or, in other words, love shaped his perception of the world. In my opinion, he perfected what I was working on.

What do you think, buddy, where did I learn this from? he interrupted my thoughts, obviously hearing what I was thinking.

I don't know what you mean." I shook my head.

Yes? Sometimes you act like a wet stick trying to stay afloat...

What if I really want to swim?

Then you would not be wet, you would be born a dry stick.

Maybe I was born wet on purpose to look dry was a challenge.

Fine, but then why, mate, are you whining like a violin?

Because I'm already swimming, but I don't know what to do next! Are you hard of hearing? I can not understand who I really am: a stick that does not float - or a crazy nut? [English] Nut - nut, crazy person, crazy.]

Hmmmmm, perhaps a walnut, a wet walnut! He wiggled his fingers happily.

Getting up from my chair to make myself a sandwich, I muttered:

One of the two of us here is clearly crazy!

If you do not want to be involved in any phenomenon,

So don't rate it.

Be neutral

Let him be.

Then you will be free.

Chapter Five

While rummaging through the refrigerator for something suitable, I noticed that the leprechaun followed me. He was already sitting at the kitchen table with a handkerchief napkin on his chest, apparently in full confidence that something would fall on him too. His napkin was more likely to protect future food from various forest dwellers running around on his shirt than the last one from future food. For the first time I could see my guest in profile. The longer I looked, the more it seemed to me that he had just crawled out of a fox hole. The smells he had brought hung in the air - if you ever stuck your head in a hole under a tree in a dense forest, then you know this mixture of the smell of damp earth and needles. Of course, I have never done this myself!

I wonder what leprechauns eat? I thought as I ate my sandwich.

Pies! You can never go wrong with a pie,” he said, clearly hearing my thoughts.

There are no pies, - I answered, continuing to prepare a sandwich.

And what do you think this is? came his muffled voice.

I looked in the direction of the table - he was not there. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that his fat ass was sticking out of the fridge. And now he stands proudly, in his hands a plate with a piece of pie. An appetizing piece of cake, mind you.

I get everything so easily, yum yum! Oh, how easily I get everything, yum-yum! he sang as he walked over to the chair he had chosen at the kitchen table.

At that time I was thinking, should I sing my song? Something like "one - crushed leprechaun, two - crushed leprechaun, fifty-two ways to crush a leprechaun." He heard me, I'm sure of it. And I wanted him to hear.

After cutting myself half a piece of cheese and returning the rest to the refrigerator, I put my food on a plate and headed to the table - and then I noticed the second half of the cheese on his plate.

For the next twenty minutes we argued about food. The fact is that leprechauns do not eat, but only suck out its essence or life energy from food. The food itself, one might say, remains.

And so, after he sucked life energy out of some piece of food, I took and ate this piece. The leprechaun found this completely disgusting, which gave me a certain satisfaction. Plus, it wasn't the only game we played - because by the end, we had more food on us than we did. In addition, some of the food was crushed in an attempt to take it away from each other. Even the dog Rudy joined one of the attempts, which, in all likelihood, won, in the end, more than others.

Chapter six

The first part of my life was spent on survival. Then came the search for the cause of unhappiness and attempts to get rid of inner sadness, which occupied me for many years, giving meaning to existence and even a certain purpose. But now, having resolved these issues and found what I was missing, I was faced with the question “what to do next?” If you happened to read my first book, The Messenger, then you know what I went through before I discovered the secret knowledge of love. They changed my life - everything became easy. There was a feeling of lightness and peace. Everything I've ever wished for has come - with love, with joy, and incredibly easily. With money full order There is no need to work hard at a job you hate. I found my soul mate, my soul mate. We live happily in a house overlooking the ocean, the house is surrounded by forest, it offers a view of extraordinary sunrises. My friends and I call this place paradise. From the age of six I was fascinated by yachts and finally, thirty-eight years later, I had my own yacht. You can't say that we are rich, but we have everything that is needed - and if anything else is needed, then it can be created. I'm in the process of building some more things, namely a home in Hawaii and a bigger displacement yacht that can go on longer voyages. I like to wait with joy and interest for the appearance of these things, each in its own time. Like before Christmas - you are calm in the knowledge that it is coming and that it will be better than you can imagine, and therefore there is no need to adjust the time.

The beauty of the art of sending love and creating love is that from some point you are already sure that you will get what you want, and therefore you do not require certainty from yourself as to when and how it will happen. Uncertainty has its own beauty, just like waiting for gifts before Christmas. Watching how unusually our desires come true is interesting in itself and, at times, it brings more joy than the fulfillment of desire itself. Perhaps that is why they sometimes say that the movement along the path is more important than the goal. But even after all that has been said, there is a feeling that something, some kind of skill, I lack. Perhaps I had it in early childhood, but later lost it. Looking around at the world around me, I notice people everywhere in the same position. It is amazing that while giving other people advice that they successfully follow, I did not notice that I was not following my own instructions. I didn't know how to apply them to my life. Therefore, I decided to write this book as a continuation of The Messenger, the first book in the Life of Love series. After all, you will probably need to learn how to find joy, and how to follow it on the path to a wonderful life full of love and abundance.

I hope you will be able to use the fruits of my communication with the leprechaun, described in the following chapters, in order to make your life joyful and interesting. Let's get back to the action and see what else this unobtrusive leprechaun has to say.

Chapter Seven

After eating, I took it upon myself to clean up the mess made by my newfound leprechaun friend. There was little help from him in this activity, his attention was riveted on the knots I tied on his handkerchief, as well as the fact that light folds formed on the handkerchief.

Shouldn't we go into the woods and look for adventure? - He suggested, - What do you say, buddy? Like the good old days!

What's on your mind? It was not so much a question as a statement.

Let's go, old man! he jumped off the chair.

Okay, let's take a walk.

I put on my boots and put on a light jacket, just in case. From the veranda it was clear that below my house, where tall thick trees grew, there was fog. We could have guessed that we were heading there.

Rudy, delighted with the unscheduled walk, was already rushing up the road leading from the house. I returned to the house for cigarettes, and when I went out, I saw that Rudy and the leprechaun were already waiting for me at the top of the road. As I began to move in their direction, I thought to myself, “Sometimes readers of my previous book write that they would like to be in my place. Be careful in your desires, because the consequences may be irreversible.

With a smile on my lips, I reached my companions, and all together we went along the forest road, climbing the humps with her and descending into the lowlands. The road ended with a fork - to the right to the houses and the town, to the left - to that part of the forest that lay in the fog. We turned left - as I expected.

So tell me, finally, why you came and what you want. And why, by the way, are you so short? I asked the leprechaun.

He measured me with an expressive look that said: "Who, really, spoke?"

We walked on, and I noticed that the but did not leave marks on the soft forest floor. Knowing full well that a leprechaun hears thoughts, I deliberately thought that one would expect footprints on the ground from someone with such a big butt as his. He did not pretend that he had heard, but I immediately flew to the ground from a blow between the eyes of a branch that had come from nowhere. I did not make any noise, but hurried to catch up with the companions, who continued to walk at the same pace.

I don’t understand why you ask about what you yourself know very well, ”the leprechaun answered,“ but if you want, you can pretend to be a stupid opossum as much as you like. By the way, if you are going to write a book about this, then you need to properly open this issue. And he began to sing.

Here, I decided to sing you a good old Irish song, - the leprechaun explained.

You see, a person does not come into this world alone. Some of his companions come in physical bodies, while the rest come in forms that are less tangible, but no less real for that.

Despite the low physical density, and the fact that my head cannot be compared with yours in hardness, nevertheless, in a certain sense, I have density, - the leprechaun shook his head and chuckled softly.

Wait a minute, - I interrupted him, - you completely confused my head with your song. I'm not going to write another book! Otherwise, I would have been writing it long ago, or those three unfinished books that are on my desk. - I stopped walking on the path. - How about listening to my song? Start wiggling your tongue or I'm going backwards from here.

Come on! Nobody says you should.

Somewhere I already heard it.

Take your time and everything will clear up by itself.

His last words were barely audible - because they came from a hole under the roots of a large tree, into which he climbed up to his ass in a matter of moments, as soon as he noticed it. I confess that the idea of ​​an opportunity presented itself came to me, but, unsure of the consequences, I did not develop it. Watching him climb out, I noticed that the hole was much smaller than him. I don't know how he did it, or what he hoped to find in the hole, but it became clear why he looked like he had just climbed out of a fox hole - like a leprechaun hedgehog cleaning chimneys.

Go on,” I told him, bending down and peering into the hole, puzzled by the question of what he had found there. Rudy took an equally keen interest in the matter, and tried to stick his nose into the hole as deep as possible.

Did you know that leprechauns don't hide treasures? They are of no use to us, - he went further along the path.

I wouldn't be surprised if you knew where a couple of treasures were buried, - I answered.

Of course you wouldn't be surprised, mate.

All this is fine, but it was about who you are, and what are you doing here?

Oh yes, absolutely right! Back to the topic - you see, there are many different ways to experience earthly life. Therefore, people are often accompanied by so-called spirit guides, who help these people and thus gain earthly experience.

Okay, I said, fast forward.

He stopped, and, turning to face me, spread his arms, and, smiling proudly, proclaimed:

You got me!

I've been around since you were still messing up diapers,” he said, pinching his nose and waving his other hand in the air, obviously signaling that he had spoiled the air. I have to tell you that there is nothing more deadly than the smell of a leprechaun's fart - Rudy almost sneezed his whole nose from it. We tacitly agreed that it would be best to leave the conversation for the future, and quickly moved on down the path.

Chapter Eight

(A story about angels and other invisible helpers. Tips for communicating with them.)

I feel like I need to stop and explain what I just said. For some readers this may mean nothing, while for others it may be very important.

At some point in my life, I felt extremely lonely. This feeling seemed completely objective, although it was just an illusion, because we are never alone. Nobody comes to Earth alone. Somewhere on the planet live friends of your soul, and, moreover, in one form or another, at least half a dozen extremely close friends live this life with you. They may not be visible to you, some of them may not even have a physical form, but they are still there. There are an infinite number of options - sometimes they are able, sometimes they are not able to interfere in the events of your life, but, believe me, they feel everything that you feel and help you in every way possible in a particular situation. They can exist in an endless variety of forms - starting with an angel and a luminous ball. Some may come only for a short period of time, and others you would not call "good friends" at all, but they are all with you by your permission. Any intimacy leads to an exchange of knowledge, wisdom and information, so this intimacy can also be called an exchange of experience.

Not everyone wants to plunge into earthly physical life, as we do. Imagine a picture of a man making his way through the jungle, being filmed by several video operators. You can follow minute by minute in live behind what is happening, empathizing with the victories and failures of the hero of the report. Suppose that to a certain extent, you can even help the hero in something that you know better than him - of course, only with his consent.

By arguing that we are not alone, I want to say that we are surrounded by beings with whom, most likely, we have had an experience of extremely intimate communication. As well as the owners of knowledge and experience that can help us achieve our goals for this life. For example, to overcome some of our weaknesses. As I said earlier, these creatures can be in various forms. Therefore, the next time you feel lonely, remember that you are not alone - you just need to sharpen your subtle perception, and you will feel the presence. Even just knowing that they are there and can help can change things for the better. Even if we don't always see them.

Let me give you some advice. If the mystery privacy has for you great importance, remember that, firstly, this is nothing more than an illusion, and secondly, it will be more difficult for you to keep in touch with your angel friends, guides, helpers - no matter what word you call them. Bring them closer to you - just as you do, say, with your favorite pet. It may sound strange, but one option is to imagine that your angels are cozying up on the couch next to you. Another option is to talk to them as if you can see them. By doing so, you will strengthen the connection and allow them to more easily provide assistance in various areas of your life. A whole area of ​​subtle perceptions will begin to open up. If you have tried to establish communication with the soul or "higher self", then you will notice progress in this area. When you open one door, others open with it - especially if it was an important door. Sometimes, children behave in this way - until, growing up, they leave the childhood habit due to the fact that no one around is able to understand what is happening. Your angels and helpers will still remain by your side - after all, under any circumstances, you not only cannot come into this life alone. In general, the minimum number is three creatures, but such a low number is very rare, usually there are six to twelve creatures near a person, and even more under certain circumstances. And, as I said earlier, some beings may join later, when a certain stage of your life comes. Do not be afraid of them, they cannot and will not harm you; as I said, they are extremely close to you and, like you, they come from the realm of love, which, unlike you, has not yet been forgotten.

If you are approaching your angels or helpers through communication with them or in another way that suits you, let me give you a little advice. For some reason, often, names become a stumbling block - people persistently try in one way or another to find out the name of their angelic helpers. But communication will go much better if you can communicate without using names. Addressing them by name, and also trying to give them familiar to us - our forms, we, in fact, alienate them from ourselves. We limit their form according to our perception, which creates a restraining barrier.

Please remember the most important thing: you will never, under any circumstances, be given any direction what to do. They can only tell you what options are available. In case you seem to be given instructions, ignore them.

As always, take what you like and leave the rest to someone else who likes it.

What if a conspiracy theory

Is itself a conspiracy?

So you go around in circles

Until you leave it.

Go away and live your life!

With all my love

Other books by Klaus Joel

The Messenger, book one in the Life of Love series

The Shameful Secret, book two in the Life of Love series

Lying on the coffee table is a book of poems dedicated to Roberta called "Insights from Deep Meditations"

“Money is love. Something worth believing in"

To my leprechaun friend:

This book is in memory of you.

For teaching me how to find joy.

And he showed me how great it is to be yourself.

With all my love

Klaus Joel

Just a thought

Sometimes there is nothing more beautiful than, contrary to all the rules, to reach for heaven.

Especially if those rules were designed to restrain us, not inspire us.

Then it becomes almost a sacred act.

As with everything, there is an art to breaking the rules.

Do it without hurting anyone

And, on the contrary, inspiring, opening up a new horizon for us.

Oh, my favorite publishers and publishers! “You can't do that!

Nobody does that! No impossible! Did it have to be done like this?

Always do the following…”

Excuse me, it looks like I didn't turn off my bulldozer. I promise to return immediately.

What does all this have to do with a leprechaun?

Everything is connected to everything.

Kindly feed me simple truths, but don't let me face the truth again! Only not this!

The leprechaun on the book cover is by Anita Pichette

Anita was born in the mining town of Geraldton in the province of Ontario (Geraldton, Ontario).

She inherited her love for nature and admiration for it from her father, a gold digger. Anita Pichet's works adorn private collections in Canada, the USA and other countries. The list of Patrons includes: Her Majesty the Color Mother, Jeanne Sauve, formerly Governor General of Canada, W. R. Bennett, Prime Minister of British Columbia, Suzanne Blais-Grenier, formerly Minister of State for Transport, F. C. Austin Pelton, formerly post of Minister of Defense environment province of British Columbia.

Currently, Anita is professionally engaged in art in the town of Nanaimo, Canadian province of British Columbia (Nanaimo, British Columbia).

Thank you for your contribution to understanding

True Essence of Joy and Love

In my friend

Leprechaun!

With all the love

Klaus Joel

You begin to understand the beauty of art,

When you see a picture, looking at which,

Feel the love pouring from the canvas.

Roberta Joel

Preface (foreword)

I have written this book in my own words and in my own style, leaving some of the grammatical errors in it and not trying to fit the text to the standard requirements of the editors, as some would see fit. Words and thoughts are no more worthy of editing than we are ourselves. Isn't it our right to be ourselves?

A long time ago, young and impressionable, I attended drawing classes in the ninth grade, and one day at the beginning of the semester we were given the task of drawing something. I completed the task in my own way; it was a wonderful moment - the drawing appeared on the sheet easily and effortlessly. But I was told that in this form my work was unacceptable - I should have thrown it out and done the task again, adhering to the given parameters. After another two weeks, I was informed that drawing was probably not for me, and advised to sign up for carpentry classes. Thirty years later, people are admiring the same style in drawing and asking how I do it? The answer is always the same: I paint in such a way, when nothing limits me, when the flow passes through me freely, when I do it in my own way, as I feel.

By and large, we are not able to appreciate the forms in which another person expresses himself, whether it is a text, a picture, gardening, or something as simple as laughter. To evaluate whatever forms others express themselves in is to interfere with their creativity.

Sometimes I'm afraid I'll be judged. But the saddest thing is that people who deny themselves free creativity, who do not allow inner beauty to come out, are taken to judge. There, where, in turn, it can be evaluated by another such person.

Words written on paper are one of the broadest forms of self-expression, but at the same time, we limit it to extremely rigid limits. Spelling, indispensable word order in a sentence, and the like. But today a new freedom will shine.

So when does a fool and rule breaker turn into a hero? In my opinion, when he or she is recruited

Other books by Klaus Joel

The Messenger, book one in the Life of Love series

The Shameful Secret, book two in the Life of Love series

Lying on the coffee table is a book of poems dedicated to Roberta called "Insights from Deep Meditations"

“Money is love. Something worth believing in"

To my leprechaun friend:

This book is in memory of you.

For teaching me how to find joy.

And he showed me how great it is to be yourself.

With all my love

Klaus Joel

Just a thought

Sometimes there is nothing more beautiful than, contrary to all the rules, to reach for heaven.

Especially if those rules were designed to restrain us, not inspire us.

Then it becomes almost a sacred act.

As with everything, there is an art to breaking the rules.

Do it without hurting anyone

And, on the contrary, inspiring, opening up a new horizon for us.

Oh, my favorite publishers and publishers! “You can't do that!

Nobody does that! No impossible! Did it have to be done like this?

Always do the following…”

Excuse me, it looks like I didn't turn off my bulldozer. I promise to return immediately.

What does all this have to do with a leprechaun?

Everything is connected to everything.

Kindly feed me simple truths, but don't let me face the truth again! Only not this!

The leprechaun on the book cover is by Anita Pichette

Anita was born in the mining town of Geraldton in the province of Ontario (Geraldton, Ontario).

She inherited her love for nature and admiration for it from her father, a gold digger. Anita Pichet's works adorn private collections in Canada, the USA and other countries. The list of Patrons includes: Her Majesty the Color Mother, Jeanne Sauve, formerly Governor General of Canada, W. R. Bennett, Prime Minister of British Columbia, Suzanne Blais-Grenier, formerly Minister of State for Transport, F. C. Austin Pelton, formerly Minister of the Environment for the Province of British Columbia.

Currently, Anita is professionally engaged in art in the town of Nanaimo, Canadian province of British Columbia (Nanaimo, British Columbia).

Thank you for your contribution to understanding

True Essence of Joy and Love

In my friend

Leprechaun!

With all the love

Klaus Joel

You begin to understand the beauty of art,

When you see a picture, looking at which,

Feel the love pouring from the canvas.

Roberta Joel

Preface (foreword)

I have written this book in my own words and in my own style, leaving some of the grammatical errors in it and not trying to fit the text to the standard requirements of the editors, as some would see fit. Words and thoughts are no more worthy of editing than we are ourselves. Isn't it our right to be ourselves?

A long time ago, young and impressionable, I attended drawing classes in the ninth grade, and one day at the beginning of the semester we were given the task of drawing something. I completed the task in my own way; it was a wonderful moment - the drawing appeared on the sheet easily and effortlessly. But I was told that in this form my work was unacceptable - I should have thrown it out and done the task again, adhering to the given parameters. After another two weeks, I was informed that drawing was probably not for me, and advised to sign up for carpentry classes. Thirty years later, people are admiring the same style in drawing and asking how I do it? The answer is always the same: I paint in such a way, when nothing limits me, when the flow passes through me freely, when I do it in my own way, as I feel.

By and large, we are not able to appreciate the forms in which another person expresses himself, whether it is a text, a picture, gardening, or something as simple as laughter. To evaluate whatever forms others express themselves in is to interfere with their creativity.

Sometimes I'm afraid I'll be judged. But the saddest thing is that people who deny themselves free creativity, who do not allow inner beauty to come out, are taken to judge. There, where, in turn, it can be evaluated by another such person.

Words written on paper are one of the broadest forms of self-expression, but at the same time, we limit it to extremely rigid limits. Spelling, indispensable word order in a sentence, and the like. But today a new freedom will shine.

So when does a fool and rule breaker turn into a hero? In my opinion, when he or she muster up the courage to become one! Somehow, a joyful, free act of daring allows beauty to pour out. This, in turn, allows us to be nonjudgmental witnesses. And this frees from restrictions - imposed by others and by oneself.

So go ahead! (Even if at first and with excitement.)

In the depths of my heart I hope that by daring to write and leave it as it is, I will find inspiration. Then, perhaps, it will inspire others to write, putting aside the fear of others editing, evaluating and analyzing in the jungle of unproven theories. I confess that sometimes I would like my words to be brighter, more precise, juicier. Sometimes it's scary to be a rebel, even if it just means being yourself, being happy.

Yes, it can be scary, but isn't it scary to be within the limits of the rules that are too narrow for us? I hope the story you read next will do to you what it did to me. And now, perhaps, it's time to give my leprechaun friend the opportunity to explain the lack of spelling and freestyle colloquial which you will meet next.

Introduction

Access to the true source of great love and joy is simple: find what is most joyful, most exciting for you in every single moment throughout the day - and do it.

Unfortunately, we devote most of our time to what we think we should be doing, and not to what we are really interested in, and which, for this very reason, would bring us the desired joy and love.

Can we expect a life full of love, joy and happiness, if our first concern after waking up is to be in time for a job that is not joyful and not interesting?

If seventy percent of our time is spent doing something that does not bring love and joy, then the remaining thirty percent cannot be compensated. Neither seminars, nor books, nor meditations, nor affirmations will help.

The more time we give to uninteresting and joyless work, the more money we spend trying to become happier, and this only leads to more debt. Thus, we attach ourselves even more deeply to the unloved work. It turns out a vicious circle.

The only way to have an abundance of joy and love is to do what interests you the most!

Thanks

My son,

who gained his own strength and found his way.

Became a person I can respect.

You are my hero and my guiding star!

Amy, my beloved's daughter:

joyfully surprised by the openness of your heart and your ability to understand.

And most of all -

to all readers trying to make something meaningful in this world:

I know that you have already done an important job.

That you kept feeling even when you were hurt

Marks you with the sign of Love.

Sending you all my love

Klaus Joel

Spelling and grammar?

grammatical errors are like

Beautiful flowers on the side of the road.

They don't belong there.

But they make you swerve

From a path you don't have to take.

Missing punctuation marks

Look like angels.

You know they should be here

But they are not visible.

This gives reason to remember their existence.

The most naughty boy

(The Baddest of the Baddest)

I tried to be good

But boots

Were too big

And they kept falling off their feet.

Klaus Joel

Bravo brave soul

Forward, brave soul! Abundance lies ahead.

Throw away fear and doubt.

Accept this blessing.

Receive the dream-making light.

Believe in your dreams and accept them.

It's time to take your life

And live it!

For today

Your dreams come true.

Bravo, brave soul, bravo!

Roberta Joel

Chapter first

This story began on a Friday afternoon. I took my wife to the ferry; she was leaving for the mainland to spend the weekend with her daughter in Vancouver. Six months have passed since we moved from Calgary to an island near Vancouver Island (in southwest Canada). An island three miles wide, ten miles long, with six thousand people, ten billion trees - and it is completely incomprehensible where to go from boredom. Sitting on the porch of the house and thinking about what to spend the rest of my life on, I looked at the seagulls playing in the ocean waves. Upstream in...

Ahhh yes, keep going.

Perhaps what I wanted earlier, when I was in a struggle, was more an escape from circumstances than following what makes me happy - I fell silent for a moment, remembering the past. - And now, leaving behind sadness and the struggle for survival (for example, the work that I did not like and that did not help in my life search), I am at a loss and do not know what I want - I again thought deeply.

Agree, it’s rather strange to sit on the veranda and spread your thoughts to some kind of leprechaun psychotherapist. At the same time, I knew that this would end up writing another book, which I definitely didn't want. Again, what kind of following is this that makes me joyful?

I glanced at the leprechaun, who was sitting on a chair with an extremely satisfied look. With his appearance, he radiated joy, the absence of regrets and unfulfilled desires. He was pleased with the smells in every breath. Kind and polite and, at the same time, strong and strong, despite his small stature. Surely he was not perfect, and his life was not without its challenges, but external circumstances did not seem to affect his inner light.

I looked into it like an open book. It was clearly seen that he did not withdraw into himself, but, on the contrary, radiated his radiance, his experience, outward. It could be said that his love, the source of inner radiance, created the world around him, or, in other words, love shaped his perception of the world. In my opinion, he perfected what I was working on.

What do you think, buddy, where did I learn this from? he interrupted my thoughts, obviously hearing what I was thinking.

I don't know what you mean." I shook my head.

Yes? Sometimes you act like a wet stick trying to stay afloat! Ha ha ha!

What if I really want to swim?

Then you would not be wet, you would be born a dry stick.

Maybe I was born wet on purpose to look dry was a challenge.

Fine, but then why, buddy, are you whining like an out of tune violin?

Because I'm already swimming, but I don't know what to do next! Are you hard of hearing?

I can’t figure out who I really am: a stick that doesn’t float on water - or crazy?

Hmmm, perhaps a crazy wet stick! He wiggled his fingers happily.

Getting up from my chair to make myself a sandwich, I muttered:

One of the two of us here is obviously crazy, obviously!

If you don't want to get involved in something,

So don't rate it.

Be neutral

Let him be.

And then you will be free from it.

Chapter Five

While rummaging through the refrigerator for something suitable, I noticed that the leprechaun followed me. He was already sitting at the kitchen table with a handkerchief napkin on his chest, apparently in full confidence that something would fall on him too. His napkin was more likely to protect food from various forest dwellers running over his shirt than the latter from food. For the first time I could see my guest in profile. The longer I looked, the more it seemed to me that he had just crawled out of a fox hole. The smells he had brought hung in the air - if you ever stuck your head in a hole under a tree in a dense forest, then you know this mixture of the smell of damp earth and needles. Of course, I have never done this myself!

I wonder what leprechauns eat? I thought as I ate my sandwich.

Pies! You can never go wrong with pie,” he said, obviously hearing my thoughts.

There are no pies, - I continued to prepare a sandwich.

And what do you think this is? came his muffled voice.

I looked in the direction of the table - he was not there. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that his fat ass was sticking out of the fridge. And now he stands proudly, in his hands a plate with a piece of pie. An appetizing piece of cake, mind you.

I get everything so easily, yum yum! Oh, how easily I get everything, yum-yum! he sang as he walked to his chair at the kitchen table.

At that time, I thought, should I sing some song for me too? Something like "One is a crushed leprechaun, two is a crushed leprechaun, fifty-two ways to crush a leprechaun." He heard me, I'm sure of it. And I wanted him to hear.

After cutting myself half a piece of cheese and putting the rest in the refrigerator, I put my food on a plate and headed to the table - and then I noticed the second half of the cheese on his plate.

For the next twenty minutes we argued about food. The fact is that leprechauns do not eat, but only suck out its essence or life energy from food. The food itself, one might say, remains.

Sometimes I choose books by their cover, I can't help it. Although I will say that my intuition for books works fine for me.
I rarely came across square-shaped books, so I could not pass by this one. And the title is "Drunken Leprechaun Weekend, or How to Find Your Joy". She is also thin, as it turned out - this is a short story, and I was just not averse to taking a break from books that stretch over many evenings.

The story begins on Friday afternoon, Klaus, in the absence of his wife and daughter, sits on the porch of his own house and looks at the seagulls, thinking about how he would spend the rest of his life. Everything seems to be fine, but something is missing. Inspiration? Joy?

And this book is for those who also ask the same questions.

Next, a leprechaun* falls onto the porch! And staggering from side to side, he approaches Klaus, holding a bottle of dandelion elixir in his hands, and a mushroom has stuck to the sole of his boot. Klaus himself is not very happy about this meeting.

*Leprechaun is a character of Irish folklore, cunning and treacherous creatures. They take pleasure in cheating. Everyone has a pot of gold. They love to drink and can drink a barrel of whiskey. Shoemakers by profession. Legend has it that if a leprechaun is caught, he must grant three wishes or show him where his gold is kept.

The story consists of 13 chapters, they are very small on 2-3 pages, each chapter has an illustration and an epigraph. I really liked these epigraphs - really simple ideas, but they have wisdom that we often forget.

All weekend the leprechaun and Klaus (and also the dog Rudy) walk in the forest and sail on the yacht, talking about life. The leprechaun acts as a spiritual mentor for the author. It leads to the idea that the joy is to always do what you really want. After all, the more we do something uninteresting and joyless, the more money we will need to spend to compensate for the lack of happiness!

And then the leprechaun... disappears. And Klaus decides to write this book.

The book is very easy and quick to read, I read it in one evening. Found a few inspirational thoughts. I'm sure everyone will find something for themselves in this book.