1 The Black Spot
Harry's eyes bore into a black spot on his ceiling. What was so invigorating about that spot? He was still staring into space when he was suddenly crazed. An intense anger flowed through him.
Harry stared further and further into his soul. At each stop his psyche got redder and redder with anger. His anger was indescribable. He got so angry that he just wanted to kill somebody.
Suddenly, his anger was appeased. A small voice talked to him. "I said I'd come back to you. Now listen to what I have to say.
"This was the angry spot in his heart. You feel that you are too unimportant for such a responsibility. These spots come from our own insecurities. The best way is to live was a middle life.
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(Wow! Way too much global, thank you Buddhists and Mr. Agbenya!)
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"The middle life is the key, however, fun and pleasure, is one of the few exceptions. The problem with Buddhism is the stress of middle culture. So far, no one, except for the sacred one has ever been totally pure of anger spots.
"You have but one small one. The sacred one has none. She has insecurities as everyone does but she is not so overcome by them that they worry her enough to get an anger spot."
"You know people will think I'm crazy talking out loud to you when they don't know you're there," remarked Harry, bemusedly.
"I know," laughed the voice, "Oh. Here's Ms. Weasley with the message of breakfast. Enjoy it."
"Children!" Called Mrs. Weasley, "Time for breakfast!"
Harry jumped from bed. He was so hungry. He washed up and was actually foaming at the mouth when he sat at the table. He grabbed a buttered piece of toast from a pile and stuffed it down his throat much like Dudley. He took a deep breath, feeling slightly better after the toast he tried to forget about the night prior.
He listened half-heartedly to Ron's dream. He had been watching the Chudley Cannons beating the Wimboludene Wasps. Suddenly, the Cannons chaser went out of commission and Ron had been asked to step in. He had gotten over 400 points in a few minutes and had been asked to play for them forever.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I was thinking of entering that gobstones tournament tomorrow," she said. "What gobstones tournament?"
"Oh that's why we stole you from the Dursley's." said Fred. "Stole? You said that you had asked them. Well that was very irresponsible."
"Like they care," replied Harry.
Mrs. Weasley's mouth snapped shut. "It's tomorrow, George, Ron, Hermione, Bill, Percy, and I are entering," said Fred.
"OK, cool, I'd love to watch."
"Great," replied Fred.
Then the group ate breakfast and Harry forgot all about the night before.
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R and R
Harry's eyes bore into a black spot on his ceiling. What was so invigorating about that spot? He was still staring into space when he was suddenly crazed. An intense anger flowed through him.
Harry stared further and further into his soul. At each stop his psyche got redder and redder with anger. His anger was indescribable. He got so angry that he just wanted to kill somebody.
Suddenly, his anger was appeased. A small voice talked to him. "I said I'd come back to you. Now listen to what I have to say.
"This was the angry spot in his heart. You feel that you are too unimportant for such a responsibility. These spots come from our own insecurities. The best way is to live was a middle life.
---------------------------AUTHOR'S NOTE------------------------------------ --------------
(Wow! Way too much global, thank you Buddhists and Mr. Agbenya!)
---------------------------AUTHOR'S NOTE------------------------------------ --------------
"The middle life is the key, however, fun and pleasure, is one of the few exceptions. The problem with Buddhism is the stress of middle culture. So far, no one, except for the sacred one has ever been totally pure of anger spots.
"You have but one small one. The sacred one has none. She has insecurities as everyone does but she is not so overcome by them that they worry her enough to get an anger spot."
"You know people will think I'm crazy talking out loud to you when they don't know you're there," remarked Harry, bemusedly.
"I know," laughed the voice, "Oh. Here's Ms. Weasley with the message of breakfast. Enjoy it."
"Children!" Called Mrs. Weasley, "Time for breakfast!"
Harry jumped from bed. He was so hungry. He washed up and was actually foaming at the mouth when he sat at the table. He grabbed a buttered piece of toast from a pile and stuffed it down his throat much like Dudley. He took a deep breath, feeling slightly better after the toast he tried to forget about the night prior.
He listened half-heartedly to Ron's dream. He had been watching the Chudley Cannons beating the Wimboludene Wasps. Suddenly, the Cannons chaser went out of commission and Ron had been asked to step in. He had gotten over 400 points in a few minutes and had been asked to play for them forever.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I was thinking of entering that gobstones tournament tomorrow," she said. "What gobstones tournament?"
"Oh that's why we stole you from the Dursley's." said Fred. "Stole? You said that you had asked them. Well that was very irresponsible."
"Like they care," replied Harry.
Mrs. Weasley's mouth snapped shut. "It's tomorrow, George, Ron, Hermione, Bill, Percy, and I are entering," said Fred.
"OK, cool, I'd love to watch."
"Great," replied Fred.
Then the group ate breakfast and Harry forgot all about the night before.
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R and R