(Continued from the bit below. Infact everything on this site comes after that which is below it.)

(My email is now walterhicks@yahoo.com the flood of emails to Walterhicks1@msn.com is very encouraging, but I am not getting them!)

Anyway, enough of that, and back to the true story about how Waltre De Daltre thinks he is about to lose his nose.

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Waltre thought about not using the nasal spray, but he wasn't sure if that would be a plus or a minus. One thing was for sure; he had to clear his nose or he felt he would go berserk. He was tired of breathing through his mouth, and God only knew what kind of germs he was breathing in by not using his nose. It occurred to him that if he didn't have a nose, and if he only had two holes where his nose should be, then he would at least never have to worry about having a stuffed nose again. However the idea of having a false nose with built in filters, like some people have false teeth, began to sound pretty good, but taking his nose off at night did not appeal to him at all. As such he began to feel a bit better about his condition.

I'd rather have my real nose, even if it gets stuffed up a lot, and even if I have to have my mouth hanging open for the rest of my life! He thought.

He then remembered an article that told about how many spiders people eat while sleeping with their mouth wide open.

Even if I have to eat ten spiders a night, I still want to have my real nose!

Suddenly, just like that, a very positive feeling came over him. He instinctively knew that he would only lose his nose if he continued with his belief that he would someday lose it.

He remembered the brain booster, and the meditation CD that he got from Jean. And what about Quantum Physics! They are scientists, so they must know what they are talking about, maybe they are right. He thought. Maybe it is all in the mind, and maybe I am bringing about the loss of my nose by fearing it. By fearing the loss of my nose I am actually concentrating my mental energy on losing my nose!

He decided to make a positive affirmation.

I am not going to lose my nose. I refuse to believe, anymore, that I am going to lose my nose.

Then, as if by magic, his nose started to clear. First the left nasal passage popped and gurgled a bit, then the right nostril popped too.

Waltre was astonished. He had almost forgot what it felt like to breathe through his nose, and at that time, seeing as he was finishing his ninth bottle of beer, he had pretty much forgot a lot about everything, but he remembered the man in Birkenhead, the one that he saw from the top of the bus when he was riding home from his primary school.

Poor bastard. If only he had known.

Instead of fearing the memory of the man with no nose, like he always had, he began to see the scene in a different light.

He probably brought it on himself. Waltre thought.

Some kind of trauma must have influenced him to believe that he would someday lose his nose.

Or maybe he saw a man without a nose, just like I saw him, and the idea of having no nose scared him so much that all he could think of was what it would be like to not have a nose, and then, that which he concentrated on, and what he feared the most, came about.

Waltre could see the logic of it as he breathed in and out through his cleared nasal passages.

He took a deep swig of the beer, and then he felt a surge of delight that came from the release of a fifty year old fear. A fear that came to him during his childhood. A fear that no longer had any substance, and now that he was mature enough to see that his fear was creating his reality, and that it was all in his mind, he began to relax for the first time in over fifty years.

He got up from the computer and walked to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror.

Ah God, he thought, it's good to have a fine nose like that, and it's even better to have one that works.