The Making Of
j.d. daniels
"To partake of success and happiness in the conscious world,
one must heed the subconscious and interpret its message."

~ Carl Jung
Red and gold leaves whirled around a bistro table only feet away from a cathedral. Ernest leaned forward. "First, the sudden death of my friend. Then--the lucid dream of a grinning man sitting on cobblestone in front of a brick wall with three openings. Next, a cacophony of words on a page where two men entered a cemetery, walked through it, and came to another gate opened by a hooded woman standing near a blazing bonfire." 

He looked away.  Would Gertrude understand his need to talk about his fears? He'd been raised not to share his pain.

Gertrude leaned forward and placed her hand over his. 

Ernest felt a rising sliver of hope. 

"Have you heard of Emil Coue`?" Gertrude asked.

A maple leaf drifted to the ground. He shook his head.

"He's a French psychologist who specializes in self-esteem therapy.  I recently finished a book on his theories.  Here, look."  Gertrude opened her journal, turned it around, and shoved it toward him.  "Read  aloud,  please."

Ernest's eyebrows furrowed.  A series of crosses, as if for protection, were enclosing the words. "Every day in every way I am getting better and better.  Every…"  He looked up.  "Why, you've filled the page with this phrase."

Ernest felt the warmth of his older friend's fingers as she whispered, "Yes."



First published: November, 2011
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