Welcome to The Pub At the End of the Universe.

[Cerridwen]

Posted by PurpleLama (here)

Posted by Chinaski (here)

not sure a cure exists, but i'm hoping Lama's podunk magic might have something to offer.

We might have to cut it off and burn it. If it loves you very much, it will grow back. :D

*Oooh, another sacrifice for PL's alter, she squeels*. Maybe some of your special dragon's blood resin and some of my extra special tinctures will help as well.

[another bob]

for Songs . . .

Source: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tisAilkqAv0

[Rogerc]

Posted by another bob (here)

Posted by Rogerc (here)
AHA - the repeat is set too fast which means that I inadvertently click twice. It then goes straight to bookmark the post and an "X" is shown.

Holy sh*t, thought I was just fooling with MIB and unmarked helicopters but I've unwittingly F****d with the ONE. - (another bob)

Chinowski, goes to show fingers are better for nose picking and ass scratching - which is after all what they were designed for

[another bob]

Posted by Rogerc (here)
Holy sh*t, thought I was just fooling with MIB and unmarked helicopters but I've unwittingly F****d with the ONE. - (another bob)

[Rogerc]

Bob, you've just condemned us all to the fiery pits of Hades and a freakin' eternity of trying to work out what you're bloody talking about

Posted by another bob (here)

Posted by Rogerc (here)
Holy sh*t, thought I was just fooling with MIB and unmarked helicopters but I've unwittingly F****d with the ONE. - (another bob)

[another bob]

Posted by Rogerc (here)
Bob, you've just condemned us all to the fiery pits of Hades and a freakin' eternity of trying to work out what you're bloody talking about

If you're not too far gone already, Rog, this might help . . .

[Rogerc]

Thanks Bob, definitely worth a try.

How fast can one cell replicate?

Posted by another bob (here)

Posted by Rogerc (here)
Bob, you've just condemned us all to the fiery pits of Hades and a freakin' eternity of trying to work out what you're bloody talking about

If you're not too far gone already, Rog, this might help . . .

[Borden]

Posted by another bob (here)

Posted by Rogerc (here)
Holy sh*t, thought I was just fooling with MIB and unmarked helicopters but I've unwittingly F****d with the ONE. - (another bob)

Oh God that was a good one. For some reason, 'let's have a look then' cracks me up repeatedly.

Roger, I think Bob has too much sheer Bobness to be the ONE. He may be the SEVERAL. We just don't know yet.

[REILLY]

This is the stuff, right here:

http://www.greenpasture.org/public/P...lend/index.cfm

I can't recommend it enough. A little back story, I got sick with the West Nile virus in 2006, and during the illness I got down to about 115 lbs., and I'm 5'10". I lost all of my physical strength during the time I was bed ridden, but at the beginning of this year, I began taking the butter oil with the fermented skate liver oil. Within a few days I noticed the scratches on my skin began healing very rapidly (I have nine cats) and that weekend, working in the yard I did not have the usual fatigue that has limited my time doing hard(ish) work. After another day, I noticed my strength increased dramatically. I will mention that being physically weak has not slowed me down, people do look at me funny when I explain it is mind over matter, but there is a price to pay for that. Anyway, since taking the oils and working in the yard, my muscle mass has increased considerably and I am stronger now than I ever have been. The cod and skate livers are fermented, not pressed, and never pasteurized, therefore one receives the full nutritional benefit that is usually not to be found in any comparable products.

[songsfortheotherkind]

Posted by another bob (here)
If you're not too far gone already, Rog, this might help . . .

Oh, you've been on form this morning, I've been laughing here, and this one was priceless.

*leans towards you, laughing*

I have been slightly avoiding the dance with you, Trickster, and I'm sure you know that as well as why- and these days that's not happening so much...

[another bob]

Posted by songsfortheotherkind (here)
I have been slightly avoiding the dance with you, Trickster, and I'm sure you know that as well as why- and these days that's not happening so much...

Think nothing of it, my Friend!

Now that planting season has begun, I'll be an infrequent clubber for the next few months in any case. Today I did some clearing from winter's mess, and also managed to transplant a nice French Plum tree, so it could get more light. It's great getting back to the garden again!

Also, I'm preparing for another needle biopsy, to check on the progression of a pesky prostate cancer passed down to me from my forebearers. So far, I've managed to keep it under control, so hold a good thought for me next week.

[Cerridwen]

Posted by another bob (here)

Also, I'm preparing for another needle biopsy, to check on the progression of a pesky prostate cancer passed down to me from my forebearers. So far, I've managed to keep it under control, so hold a good thought for me next week.

I'll hold lots of good thoughts for you!

[another bob]

Posted by Cerridwen (here)
I'll hold lots of good thoughts for you!

You're a Sweetheart!

Btw, I've been enjoying meeting up with a few of you in the astral pub -- what a great bunch of eccentric light y'all bring to the festivities!

[songsfortheotherkind]

Something that I've only just realised I've started.

I have made some major shifts in my physical world to accommodate the shifts happening in my energetic realms, which are the subject of the epic post I'm writing this morning. What I briefly wanted to mention is that I have discovered I have developed an unconscious ritual with candles, scent and the Pub; essentially it appears that I now have a morning ritual that entails me arranging my bedroom beautifully, arranging three candles on my bedside table, with the crop circle photo that I have, a candle floating in water and the scented oil burner going and I light the three candles with the our space, our connections and those I love in my mind. What I've realised I'm going to add to this is to connect with the water in a really deep way (which *always* takes me to a different planet) and then connect that to the energy I'm sending to the Pub. I've already got some of my non-corporeal family grinning hugely at me and dancing with excitement, the whole right hemisphere of my brain and my backbrain just lit up like a solstice tree and my energy is pinging in a big way, so apparently I've become conscious of something that is, apparently, Important. *laughs* And indirectly, I have a tall, blonde and dimpled Sith to thank regarding that.

I have been getting snippets of vision in amongst the downloads- basically, the message is that if we create conscious intention towards the Pub space and each other, Interesting Things Are Going To Happen. I know for me, I have had a major increase in things disappearing and reappearing somewhere else, knocking noises and the emergence of Sliders again (which means that individuals appear and disappear through the house, usually in my side vision, because I'm a multiversal Gate and dimensional portals tend to happen in any house I live in when my energy tunes the right way). There are many other things going on and that's for my epic post, which I'm going to settle down and write just as soon as I've vacuumed this space and made my tea. I need to have really clean spaces to write and live in these days.

I'm off to light the candles- I'm bringing the altar into this room today, so I'll be connected to the Pub even more strongly energetically.

*translocates*

[Calz]

Posted by songsfortheotherkind (here)
Something that I've only just realised I've started.

I have made some major shifts in my physical world to accommodate the shifts happening in my energetic realms, which are the subject of the epic post I'm writing this morning. What I briefly wanted to mention is that I have discovered I have developed an unconscious ritual with candles, scent and the Pub; essentially it appears that I now have a morning ritual that entails me arranging my bedroom beautifully, arranging three candles on my bedside table, with the crop circle photo that I have, a candle floating in water and the scented oil burner going and I light the three candles with the our space, our connections and those I love in my mind. What I've realised I'm going to add to this is to connect with the water in a really deep way (which *always* takes me to a different planet) and then connect that to the energy I'm sending to the Pub. I've already got some of my non-corporeal family grinning hugely at me and dancing with excitement, the whole right hemisphere of my brain and my backbrain just lit up like a solstice tree and my energy is pinging in a big way, so apparently I've become conscious of something that is, apparently, Important. *laughs* And indirectly, I have a tall, blonde and dimpled Sith to thank regarding that.

I have been getting snippets of vision in amongst the downloads- basically, the message is that if we create conscious intention towards the Pub space and each other, Interesting Things Are Going To Happen. I know for me, I have had a major increase in things disappearing and reappearing somewhere else, knocking noises and the emergence of Sliders again (which means that individuals appear and disappear through the house, usually in my side vision, because I'm a multiversal Gate and dimensional portals tend to happen in any house I live in when my energy tunes the right way). There are many other things going on and that's for my epic post, which I'm going to settle down and write just as soon as I've vacuumed this space and made my tea. I need to have really clean spaces to write and live in these days.

I'm off to light the candles- I'm bringing the altar into this room today, so I'll be connected to the Pub even more strongly energetically.

*translocates*

[songsfortheotherkind]

This is a cup of tea and a decent snack post. It could end up being a substantial supplies toted by porters, pith helmet wearing and dubious navigation post, but I'm only writing it now so we'll see what happens. I have magnificent dandelion hair this morning, and I've had some sacred cacao which is proving interesting to say the least, so anything could happen, including my typing improving.

So the other day I fell off the edge of the world...

It is no secret that I am connecting outside the Pub with some of the regulars here. I have a variety of types of connections and they each have their own treasures and shiny- and there is one in particular that is-



-he has grabbed me by both hands and we're are racing down the corridors as fast as we can move, which sometimes feels mindblowingly awesome and amazing. Sometimes, we're looking at each other in puzzlement as we're whizzing along like a demented hurdy gurdy and he says 'why the f*uck are we speed dating?'. Sometimes, however, it feels like all our elements have glommed onto each other and are





not really helping.

The other night was one of those times.

I've posted before about my issues with the masculine energy. It's really easy for me to be with women, because it's just luscious and women's bodies are divine and I like being the more yang element in that arrangement- I get to be both battle scarred virus hacker and the melting pool of lascivious in the same space without it causing an issue. Women just get it- we get how we love and we get how we process emotion, so women who have their sh!t together to a reasonable degree don't do the major emotional battles that seem to go with the masculine energy of a particular signal.

So, with women, I get to be both noble knight and shameless seductress and it works. Put that particular masculine signal into the mix and it can go from sublime connection and



to









in a bewildering and lighting speed way. I've been mapping that and have discovered some interesting links between this energy and the Creator space that sui generis is the foundation of. There *is* a point to this post other than being a vehicle for all these groovy pics I found. Heh.

(I'm having an interesting time dealing with the amping space the cacao has put me in- I'm oscillating between riding it and jangling slightly on that jittery edge of 'oh, crap, is this going to go pear shaped?', so this post is coming to you from a wibbly platform. I'm not going to edit the wibble, either! Hurrah, stream of consciousness from a currently altered consciousness! Salvadore Dali is madly painting the inside of my head and it's making it hard to write, what with my brain melting and leaking out my ears and all...)

Ah, the kettle has boiled, so there shall be liquorice tea and a hot water bottle.

Now I have both of those and a blanket, so I am essentially a pair of eyes peering out of something warm and nicely coloured, with my hands poking out enough to type. A few years ago I had an encounter with some damiana tea that ended up with me in the back of our van with a not nicely coloured towel wrapped around my head so that I could endure the driving through the forest: for most individuals, damiana is supposed to inspire feelings of expansive and slightly aphrodisiac happy mellow towards the world and in a few individuals it inspires intense introversion, internal connection and even more intense psychonauting, with an accompanying aversion to the outside world, while parachuting into the depths of one's Self and non-stop channeling of the information. One guess which group *I* fall into. Oh the hilarity ensued.

I have just re-read this paragraph and feel compelled to point out that I was not, in fact, the one driving through the forest. I had a towel wrapped around my head, which would have made driving a stupendously stupid decision. Someone else was driving whilst being highly amused at my frantic efforts to make a nest in the back of the van under which I could hide, with betowelled head, from the loomingness of the forest and the distressing busyness of the world once we got *out* of the forest. Bloody damiana. The doof had been quite spiffy up until that point.

Oh nongods and Odin's socks, I'm having even more trouble than usual keeping my octopus brain in line- there's arms going everywhere and getting into all sorts of things, I shall have to regroup and see what happens.

Binaural beats in the headphones inducing almost instant trippy of the best kind. Hovering on the outer edge of astral as I write.

mmmmmm.....

there is sinuous energy coiling from my base chakra in liquid warm and expansion up my spine, spreading out into all my chakras and spiraling up into the base of my brain, orgasmic and clearing at the same time, with the expansion focusing on my heart chakra. I'm spinning in slow circles just above my body and here typing simultaneously, which is rather excellent although it's made my typing accuracy reflect the reality of typing whilst holding onto an angry ferret, something Chinaski would probably want to avoid in the public library, although that possibly would have gotten rid of the pacing stalker- 'here, would you mind terribly holding onto my ferret for a bit while I sit here and type?'

Oh, that just went worlds of wrong in my head! *laughing gleefully* the image cascade just kicked into overtime... with a faint air of deeply disturbing, which means I just may have done a John Malkovitch's head moment and opened the door to another bob's brain. I really reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally need to get out of there quick or this post will turn into a fish and swim out the door. Or I will turn into a fish and serve my Self up for my own dinner. That gets into territory about flexibility and young men breaking their own lower backs whilst trying to go down on themselves, which is I suppose one way of serving your Self up for your own dinner.

dang. I think I'm tripping ever so slightly on sacred cacao and binaural beats. And just to top it all off, I get a sudden rush of opiate connection to Borden and have to pause while part of me turns to liquid bliss and flows into my first and second chakras. Just picture me lying on the floor, face down, with cooked spaghetti arms pathetically reaching towards the computer and ineffectually flapping away, because that's basically how it is atm.

So I was writing about something... I htink I'm goign to stop correcting the typo's, it's rather tedious, but I do have spelling OCD so I'll see how that goes. I was talkign about sometihng....

nnm, evolution!

How f*ucking aggravating! Someone just rang me on the phone to tell me that they couldn't hear me talking on the phone so I had to stand there yelling at the top of my voice, which was majorly harshing my vibe so I hung up on them.

*swims through the space, looking for the original thought*

Not *the* original thought, just this one...

hmm, Borden and me fighting and that leading to my latest evolutoin, which currently doesn't appear to be very evolved at all, or at least in a terribly mature way- two words that need to go together, terribly mature, becasue some kinds of mature, or at least the kinds that society pimps, are terrible beyond words. Terrible maturity indeed, because it stifles and strangles and blocks the pathways to being a true Creator; I need a child's mind to get into that place and it seems I'm beginning to discover that again. That's kind of where fighting with Borden goes afterwards, even though at the time it feels like the ninth ring of hell and that I just want to curl up and

Source: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RIZDD2xYB-Y

but there's a funny thing about that, the strange and Trickster way the shadow gets me to let go of old stories.

I'm going to see if I have just majorly sporked the character limit on this posting thingie! Brb.

[Calz]

[songsfortheotherkind]

Posted by Calz_Avaretard (here)

I'm listening to the music that another bob left me and looking at this picture- way to go with the assisting the tripper, Calz. *grinning*

[songsfortheotherkind]

Posted by Chinaski (here)

Posted by songsfortheotherkind (here)

Source: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iiJhRjBEm6o

Songs, would you kindly provide a number for that normality provider, please?

*grins over at you with hashish flavoured eyes*

1-800-welcometomybrain

[songsfortheotherkind]

hence, I must be Terry Gilliam in real life...

Source: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2vzglp_RxE