In Search of Satisfaction

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asked God so many times to help me with this book I have to acknowledge Him first. Thank You.

My daughter, Paris Williams, for her support. Always. The wonderful people of Doubleday. They are all so important to me. My editor, Casey Fuetsch, one of the nicest; smart and quick. Thank you for all your help, Casey. The assistant editor, Brandon Saltz, who makes it such a pleasure to work with him.

To the others, some of whom help me every day in some way and let me know they are concerned about my well-being. A special, special regard for Martha Levin. Other special people include Stephen Rubin, David Gernert, Evelyn Hubbard, Arabella Meyer, Janet Hill, Michael Coe, Charles Thompson, David Lappin, Jim Chandler, Ellen Archer, Byron Baker, Delia Kurland, Anne Bentley and Phyllis Mandel.

Then, the marvelous wonder-workers: Ellie Sims, Russell Thelen, Ellen Schoemer, Julia Neves, John McPartland, Karen Fink, Barbara Suter, Josephine Brooks, Bryan Petty, Steven Fruda, John Murray, Helen Ortiz, Dom Durante, Annette Trial, Marion Seith, Alan Trask, Beth Facter, Claudine Morales and all the other wonder-working people at Doubleday I have missed.

I miss Sallye Leventhal and that handsome devil of an excellent publicist, Russell Perreault.

I must say thank you to those at St. Martin’s Press whose kindnesses are still so ready: Keith Kahla, Michelle Coleman, Yvonne Phidd, Betty Banks and John Clark.

A huge thank you for special things to Jessica Henderson Daniel, Ph.D., of Boston, Ms. Georgene Bess, Atlanta, Georgia, Susan Shorter of New York, Santelia Steven Johnson, California, and my Spirit Sister, DeDe Reagan, Encinitas, California.

Thank you all. I love you. God bless all of us. And everybody.

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cannot think of anyone—any age, any color, any sex—who is not in search of satisfaction. Everything living, in fact. From a king to someone sitting in the poorhouse or no home at all. From a murderer to a child playing jacks. TIME is to be used to build our minds, our tool to get to some satisfaction. We are building our minds, our values, as we find what will give us satisfaction, how to get it, how to keep it. Our minds decide the quality of our lives.

Take the story of the three little pigs. Say they built their houses as you build your mind. One built his house of straw. Was he in a hurry? Didn’t have much time? Went out to play? Lazy? His house did not stand against any danger from the world outside. It went down at the first blow from the wolf, the world. The second pig built his house of sticks. Did he believe lies? Settle for whatever he could get easy? Did he not care? Was he lazy? It did not stand in the time of need. Was not safe from lies, the world, the wolf. Time.

The third pig built his house of solid, precious, heavy bricks: Truth. It took time, sweat and thinking. That house withstood blows from the wolf, the world. Lies. That home was a safe place of security where his life and happiness could live safely within.

Build your house, your mind, of truths. Bricks. Don’t settle for straw-tinsel. Let the mortar be love and goodness, but, always remember everyone else may not be full of love and goodness; that is why you build your mind and house of bricks anyway.

Lastly, do not depend on anyone else for your happiness. Happiness is something a person acquires for themselves with their energy and the tools of their mind. Don’t say to anyone, “Make me happy, please.” Make your own happiness inside yourself and, when you have enough to share, find someone to share it with. We cannot blame anyone for our misery, aloneness and impotence. If we fail, we cannot say, “It is not my fault!” If we never have anything to give that another person might want, we cannot blame it on parents, wives, husbands, circumstances or lack of opportunity. We, alone, are to blame. I believe you can survive anything and move on … with the right tools. Move on to seek, to find what you need … in the search for satisfaction.

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nce upon any time, when a person is born, no matter what color of mankind you are, a body with a mind seeks for the truth of life. A way. A chest is opened for you, filled with many truths and things that pass as truths for you to find, pick, choose from, live your life with. Be the things you value.

Now, you may have a brain and still be a fool. Many people choose those things that pass as the truth but are false. Still others find real truths then twist, bend and misuse them, even bury them. Some, the lazy, don’t search or dig deep for the truth but find a way and use it until they find it is not so good, then they pick up another way, often just as useless. They spend years and years, their lives, doing this. Very often to the detriment of themselves and others. Very often … just a nothing life.

It’s a sad truth that many get all the way to the end of their lives then stop and look closely at their way, their imposter truths; then they cry out to life, “Cheat! Empty!”

The mind is a mighty, mighty tool. A body just has to think and reason.

I think one of the main ingredients to reason your way to the truth is,
first, love. If love is missing from your soul, your mind, you won’t be able to find what you need. You may not recognize it.

It’s a wise, wise person who looks into the Ten Commandments. Christian or not, they are a universal, huge power. They are tools. They are good. They are the main wisdom, the main direction in the search for truth, peace, love and ultimately happiness here on earth. Don’t just wait for heaven. What you believe has no effect on what is the truth. One thing is sure, you will bump your head hard on the truth if you don’t recognize it when you need to.

Almost everyone on earth believes there is a God. Some god. Some wise people believe there is a Satan or evil power. This Satan laughs at God because he, the devil, the evil power, has so many people following him. It’s a hollow laughter. Because who can really be pleased and proud of fools? But another fool?

God waits for His own time. Time is passing. His time is coming. He has a plan. He need not be concerned with the laughter of fools.