Welcome to The Pub At the End of the Universe.

[another bob]

Posted by songsfortheotherkind (here)
Right, I'm off to the Blue Pool for a soak if anyone wants to join me.

crosses the room and heads out the door, sheddding clothing along the way*

[songsfortheotherkind]

[songsfortheotherkind]

Posted by another bob (here)

crosses the room and heads out the door, sheddding clothing along the way*

[Calz]

Posted by songsfortheotherkind (here)
Srsly, Calz, I disappear for some kick arse virus hunting, some awesomely mindblowing etheric sex and some fantastic evolution and you go all tragic and Emo on me?

Plead insanity I do ... solitary confinement makes a smurf go crazy it does ...

[Calz]

Posted by songsfortheotherkind (here)

I think we've had *quite* enough Alice for today, don't you? Cock rock time, is it? Clearly it's time for a wake up call in the Big Hair Band department!

Started off with one I did ...

... added another I did ...


looked into the crowd and had myself a party waiting for the patrons to show up I did ..

[songsfortheotherkind]

Posted by Katyani (here)
Yes, has it ever been this quiet, heartbeat-quiet..
A lot of preparation taking place, most likely.

Hold onto our hats, apparently, because Kansas is going byebye...

[songsfortheotherkind]

Posted by another bob (here)
My biopsy is scheduled for Thursday. I hope you'll never need one -- they use an anal probe-like device to enter rectally and snip off bits of the tumor(s). During such moments, I remind meself that I am not the body. I go to the Pub and hang out while the body is getting reamed.

The medical profession is barbaric, on so many levels. My sister has PTSD from her kidney transplant and has told us all explicitly that if this kidney fails she is choosing suicide rather than go through that again. She absolutely cannot talk about it and if she hangs out with other transplant patients and the subject does come up, all she can do it sit there and sob uncontrollably. I am so utterly glad that you can do trance states for this sort of thing, which brings me to my question-

how do you do that?

Anyway, I put Bob into a deep trance, and they had to shake me out of it when they had finished. Unfortunately, the student was not too adept, and my mouth was a bloody mess. I went home and put salted umeboshi plums in my mouth, since I was a macrobiotic follower, and then went back into a trance. A few hours later I came out of it, and the mouth had not only stopped bleeding but was nearly healed.

My beloved dimpled Sith and I have been having conversations about cranking the separation between the physical avatar and the consciousness, to facilitate the astral travel, the translocation, fooling around with the configuration of the body's appearance (wings, jet eyes and horns are on my current checklist), and your use of 'Bob' in the third person piqued my interest, because that's how I talk a lot of the time. About a decade ago I was playing around with multiple personalities to see what could be achieved in terms of plasticity of the body; it got interesting, I developed a six inch difference in height range, could shift my body shape and weight around, the eye color shifts were cool, as were the ability tranferences, *and* it was a very clunky medium to operate with, especially given the addiction to 'sameness' that the paradigm promotes. I was simply far too weird for most to handle and we came to the conclusion that we'd have to go back to the appearance of single personality. I now hide my slidey in that area almost totally; it's simply too difficult to move that fast and have any kind of relationship with others who are not built that way. As a platform for playing in the Source Field, however- it's sublime. Perhaps one day I'll be in a place where I can amp that back up again, just for the sheer pleasure of doing the many arms thing in terms of internal landscape, only I'm more aware of the pitfalls now and would readjust a few parameters. The psychological reset, however, can be a total pain-it's incredibly lossy, or at least it was this time- so I'd be far more conscious of that too if I did it. It really is a solo traveller effort though, like taking a reeeeeeeeeally long Vipassna because nobody else can understand a damn thing I say.

So I've lost my main vehicle for trance states and I'd like to have at least one again. I'd really like to explore this, and the astral travel discussion, in greater depth, because I've got a ton of level up energy barreling along behind me at the moment



and I want to see where this can go. Borden talked here in the Pub about experimenting with moving through the world as if in the matrix itself, practicing the exploration of that energetic separation; we were talking last night about amping that awareness with regards the physical vehicle, to get the slidey happening more, and I'm really interested in anything that can assist with getting the trance states going. I'd really love to hear your experiences.

And for all those Patroniers out there who are getting into the astral Neo tricks, here's a friendly public service announcement:

[another bob]

Posted by songsfortheotherkind (here)
I am so utterly glad that you can do trance states for this sort of thing, which brings me to my question-

how do you do that?

I was eight years old, and had just returned from the summer camp. When I stepped off the bus back in San Francisco again, after 2 great weeks on my own for the first time, I was so happy to see my family again that I fell into a kind of swoon. It was similar to the same state I had enjoyed for my first two years here, before I was able to fully embody into the form of Bob.

When I next opened my eyes, I was lying on a couch in my parent's house. I realized that these people were not real. The whole world had taken on something of a dreamy nature, or perhaps it was just that I had never seen it this way before, at least not for quite some time. I had no frame of reference for any of this. In fact, there was no reference to frame.

A man leaned over me. I recognized the family doctor, but suddenly once again I was nothing but a pinpoint of consciousness, the universe had disappeared. I am. Meanwhile, the doctor could find nothing wrong apparently, and we had a great fried chicken dinner later.

For the rest of the summer, I lay in the backyard, watching the clouds trailing through sky. At school in the fall, I lost all interest in the lessons, falling into the swoon more often than not. I would suddenly find myself in a room with other children, then I was somehow lying down in my backyard. It was night, it was day, none of it had any substantiality, everything was one piece, just like a piece of smoke. I was in love with this, somehow, but I didn't know what any of it was. I still don’t.

My family seemed familiar, but were weirdly interchangeable with trees, bicycles . . . it was all breathing, vanishing, appearing, changing, it was all transparent, it was me, but I didn't know what that was, it didn't even occur to me -- it was too gone before you could solidify enough to try and grasp it, like river water flowing through your fingers.

Sometimes I would find that I had wandered 8 blocks or so down to the Pacific Ocean, through Golden Gate Park, and I was standing at the edge of the surf, but didn't remember how I got there, so what -- just the feel of the water lapping at my toes thrilled me with an indescribable ecstasy, there was no other day than this one. Other times, I would climb to the tops of the big firs in the park and just sway in the breeze – pure joy!

Anyway, I eventually began assuming the conventions of my peers -- joining in the sports games, laughing at the jokes, collecting baseball cards, and listening to the ingenious little portable transistor radios that had just come on the market. It was all a kind of a game, like "Let's Pretend", although they all seemed to take everything so seriously.

At any rate, I went along. There was no resistance. It was “no big deal.” In time, it became second nature – just going along, pretending. When the game got too boring, I’d walk over to the Golden Gate Park just a block from my house, find a nice spot, and dissolve into the landscape. I’d just turn off all the senses, let go of mind, and . . . evaporate. It is sort of, well, a lot like, deep sleep, except awareness remains. It is awareness without any object, however.

The next decade was rather eccentric for me, spending 7 years in a Catholic seminary, then chucking the whole religion and living as a hermit in a tent by a river in the high Sierras, then meeting and hanging out with a tantric lesbian yogini, and finally ending up in a Zen Buddhist monastery, meditating 6-8 hours a day under the auspices of an old school Zen Roshi, refining the process of inner exploration.

Returning to the world, I soon met up with a famous Kundalini master who initiated me into shaktipat, and then I went travelling all across the continent meeting and studying with various masters, before finally getting down to business, helping to start a company which was to become Whole Foods Supermarkets, the largest natural and organic foods retailer in the States. I made a ton of money but could care less – the world was a ridiculous joke.

I eventually got bored with all that – the whole crazy stage -- just about the time I met my Beloved. As soon as we met, we immediately left everything and built a cabin high in a remote area of the Northern Cascades, where we spent 3 years straight just delving into the Mystery, and regarding that time and the experiences associated, there is nothing words can convey.

Oh, I see I have rambled on like a babbling fool, so enough about all that. The way to drop the body and mind is to first directly recognize that they are of the exact same nature as a dream, or virtual reality. Then, let them go, and don’t look back. When you look into your mind and don't see anything, just relax into that. Deeper and deeper. After a while, it will seem like there is just a bunch of dead ashes, but if one perseveres, a light will dawn. It is . . . unspeakable

[Calz]

Posted by another bob (here)
My biopsy is scheduled for Thursday.

Hoping all goes well for you.

You will be in my thoughts ... and I expect others as well

[Calz]

[Borden]

Sometimes Bob writes a post that leaves me no option but to go into still, pondering, smiling mode for some time. That one was sublime for me, and thank you.

Mind you, I suspect you may only do that to keep me completely off my guard for your next disturbing picture.

I'm convinced that if I ever turn up at the etheric pub accidentally, in confused dreams ... my sunglasses hanging off one ear, my lightsabre flying as I trip over a Santa hat someone's left lying on the floor ... there is a figure in crazy pink eye-wear and a hat - sitting at the bar and grinning at me as I have an argument with a suitcase about where I left my octopus.

To be cheerfully serious for a moment though, there is energetic stuff happening between pub patrons. I'm sure I don't need to tell Bob that of course, and some others have already mentioned some of their experiences of it. We're beginning to pick up each other's signals. How groovy is that? This is a level of what the pub is for. It's getting interestinger by the day.

[Borden]

Just remembered a couple of songs I love from long ago. Hmm ... what could it mean? If only there were a clue in the title or something. I'll give it more thought.

Source: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CMBufJmTTSA

[Calz]

Posted by Borden (here)
Just remembered a couple of songs I love from long ago. Hmm ... what could it mean? If only there were a clue in the title or something. I'll give it more thought.

Source: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CMBufJmTTSA

You want to deal with the man ... synchronize this ...

[Calz]

How Borden deals with those he needs to ... on whatever level need be ...

Source: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYOoWCv_PYE

[songsfortheotherkind]

Posted by Calz_Avaretard (here)
How Borden deals with those he needs to ... on whatever level need be ...

*laughing*

Here's an alternative idea of how Borden actually deals with those he needs to...

Source: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b0rN-KG0zNw

[Zebra]

For a VERY SPECIAL SMURF

[REILLY]

Posted by songsfortheotherkind (here)

I love Quan Yin.



This is my representation of the lady on my own altar.

[Zebra]

Posted by another bob (here)
Sometimes I would find that I had wandered 8 blocks or so down to the Pacific Ocean, through Golden Gate Park, and I was standing at the edge of the surf, but didn't remember how I got there, so what -- just the feel of the water lapping at my toes thrilled me with an indescribable ecstasy, there was no other day than this one. Other times, I would climb to the tops of the big firs in the park and just sway in the breeze – pure joy!

Take some extra kundalini along with you Bob ..

And with it a BIG HUG ..

Zebra x

[Dennis Leahy]

Somehow, I'm not too worried about Bob on Thursday, or Friday, or 2017. :~)

I had minor glimpses of reality shifts (or whatever words we might use) in my childhood. I know I have experienced 'bent time', where multiple days were experienced within a small amount of 'clock time' (minutes.) I recall wordless, thoughtless, experiences... and absorption into the natural world. Your memory triggers my memory of climbing to the tops of trees and swaying in the summer breeze, melting into the sky, being absorbed... and suddenly realizing some muscles were cramped as if I had held a position for hours, but it was only minutes, seconds... wasn't it?

When I finally read some Zen literature (age 18), I recognized the attempt to describe states of being "I" had experienced - but briefly, so it was exciting with a side helping of some sort of validation that my memories were not false. I briefly looked into (more like dreamed of) going to the monastery at Tassajara. The draw to the feast of the flesh (sex and drugs) won out. My one and only NDE and OBE experience came to me at that time, and it has taken me 30+ years to even have a sense of what it was about.

Forays into spiritual growth and consciousness expansion were intermittently center stage, but never with a major commitment. I developed an attitude about never ever paying anything for spiritual growth. (I felt like all the ancient masters had given it away for free, why should I have to pay now.) So, I only got glimpses from organized groups (like the Arica Institute, and Fellowship of Friends - Gurdjieff-Ouspensky study group), each time declining to go further as soon as I was forced to pay. I lacked the confidence and wisdom that the knowledge and the connection to Emptiness/Universe was already inside me and surrounding me.

Just over a year ago, I believe my heart chakra burst open - I went from an intellectual understanding and emotional feeling of connectedness and compassion to some sort of physical manifestation that was disconnected from words and logic. I would love to have a Kirlian photograph of my body at the height of the experience, emanating and receiving energy. That led me to a friend who led me to Kundalini Yoga.

I know, I'm blithering, stream-of-unconsciousness style, but I connected strongly to what Bob wrote.

Dennis

[Calz]

Posted by Dennis Leahy (here)

Somehow, I'm not too worried about Bob on Thursday, or Friday, or 2017. :~)

another bob will be fine ... and our help will make sure of that.

That was a great post Dennis ... blithering made it greater



I am grateful you add your voice here in the Pub.

Rather amazing place it is ...