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Just Three Days

So… I’ve been telling you about how Amara and I began exploring converging lines of inquiry from the perspectives of each of our lives and disciplines to find the keys to this thing called Erotic Intelligence. Laughing well into late evenings (as well as shedding a few tears), we shared what worked and what did not in the arenas of career, health, and love. Our accomplishments were streaming with the practices and inspirations we actually used to pull us through the toughest times of our lives and we discovered the surprising patterns of success that have made all the difference.

As I mentioned, we never actually agreed on the definition of "erotic intelligence", nor the methods we have used. (for example, every time I talked about writing down goals, Amara would  cringe a little, explaining that every significant dream she’d realized did not happen this way)… But, then I saw something special about the way Amara does things…

So both from what we tested that works, and presenting our different approaches, we used touchstones from yoga, martial arts, the Quodoshka, Taoist principles, and Wallace D. Wattle’s  The Science of Getting Rich as well as our own personal experiences with sexuality, creativity, love, relationships, and health. We offered specific exercises and answered all questions from our enthusiastic audience of tantrikas.

They loved it, and begged for more. They loved the concept of empowering every aspect of life with the same passion you feel toward a lover…and learning how to let every other aspect of your life support your intimate relationships.

We knew we had something special, a blending of the mundane and esoteric, masculine and feminine, of body, mental and emotional hungers that seemed unlike anything any of us had ever seen.  And then we had to get it right.  We spent eight months refining and polishing and re-working what we’d began…and now we are finally ready to deliver it…after another eight months of work!

And that was just the beginning of the magic. But the suspense is almost over. In just three days you the doors open!

Namaste,
Steve
Www.diamondhour.com

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Just Tip of The Iceberg

Dick Smith was once king of the April Fools pranks. Remember the day he hoodwinked Australia with a sheet of white plastic and a mountain of foam? Pictures taken that rainy, misty Saturday morning almost exactly 25 years ago show Dick Smith, looking like Austin Powers, smiling cheesily and giving a big wave to the camera. No wonder.
In a clever piece of self-promotion, the budding 34-year-old electronics entrepreneur had just pulled off what has recently been nominated one of the most imaginative April Fools pranks: the great Sydney Harbour iceberg hoax.

Whats more, it cost him only $1200, for the hire of a barge, and the purchase of a big sheet of white plastic and lashings of fire-fighting foam. Several dozen cans of shaving cream - used to complete the Dickenberg One, as it was dubbed - had been provided free by a manufacturer. "The funny thing was that for months Id been planning to go down to Antarctica and tow some real icebergs back," Mr Smith recalled this week. "We were going to do experiments and see if they could be used to provide fresh water for places such as Adelaide. "The media were always on to me. When am I going to do it? Anyway, someone on my staff came and said, Well, why dont we just fake one for April Fools Day? So thats what we did.

"On the Friday I announced that the iceberg would be arriving some time in the next week - to say it was coming the following day [April Fools] would have given the game away." At 3am a fellow inventor and collaborator, Hans Tholstrup, towed the barge out through the Heads, and, secretly under cover of darkness, the iceberg was built. Two hours later, as Mr Smith boarded the iceberg, 300 of his employees started ringing local radio stations and newspapers. "Whats that thing coming through the heads? they asked. It looks like an iceberg."Smith still chuckles at the reaction. "Switchboards were jammed and by the time we towed the barge in the headlands were covered with people. The navy even rang to offer us somewhere to moor."

In retrospect, the prank looks amateurish. Though Mr Smith was approached by boats demanding chunks of ice, or "Dicksicles" as they were called, within hours driving rain had "melted" much of the foam and cream. Perhaps you had to be there. Alex Boese, an American specialist in pop culture was not, but he is still impressed. This month he placed The Great Sydney Harbour Iceberg at number 12 in his top 100 list of April Fools Day pranks and practical jokes and included it in his new book, Museum of Hoaxes. "Yeah, it was a good one," says Boese, who insists that, while the world may seem a gloomy, unfunny place right now, we are living in a golden age of hoaxes. Quite when April Fools Day - which falls on Tuesday this year - began is in dispute. Some experts trace it back to Roman times, others to the adoption of the Gregorian calendar in the 16th century.

Some jokes - such as sending an apprentice out to buy striped paint, ringing the zoo to speak to Mr C. Lyon and, in France, taping a paper fish (the poisson davril) to the back of a friend - have become April Fools traditions, and were long ago played out through the media long ago. Inevitably, some April Fools are simply not funny, some are downright irritating and a few cause embarrassment and even panic. A report of killer wasps attacking Auckland alarmed residents. A story that Canadas finance minister was quitting to breed cattle sent the dollar plunging. In 1995 the Salvation Army in Australia was forced to pulp 20,000 copies of its weekly newspaper War Cry after editors belatedly decided that an April Fools Day joke that John Howard had abolished Easter holidays was in bad taste.

Over the years the ABC has broadcast several spoof stories about such things as the Dylofish rod (see panel), mining at Uluru, and plans by Australia to adopt metric time whereby the 12-hour clock would be divided into 10. But Dick Smith - who later introduced the microdot Pric (a PRinted Integrated Circuit that when attached to speakers and doused with lemon juice became a radio) and had double-decker buses jump over motorcycles in a reverse of Evel Knievel - fears that we may have lost our sense of fun. That, or the world has - temporarily at least - become such a confusing place that we can no longer work out what is fact, what is fiction, what we can laugh at, and what we cant.

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