Welcome to The Pub At the End of the Universe.

[songsfortheotherkind]

This is the end ...

And this is the beginning.

Okay, look ... here's how it is ... women who know me know that I know them. That turns them to jelly for some reason. It's all so incredibly tedious. The first two songs are excellent of course, but this one's far more my sui generis ...


my three favorite songs. and my favorite line in the third is 'don't you put me on the backburner'.

hmmm. that reminds me...

oh. I'm so lucky I'm not the jelly kind- I might melt for awhile *and* I know how to get my Self back together. Useful, this Phoenix thingie. :D Means I get to play like this sometimes-


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0_GTNv0J9e8

because what's the good of anything if you discover the other is just going to wimp out? The good part about this is that the necessity to hammer and slam one another from one side of the forest to the other is dissolved and then what's left is all the fun stuff is there to be discovered.

I'm not a wimp. Hurrah! Crying at times does not make me wimp. Wimping is running away permanently with nothing resolved. Or being unable to evolve at all or not knowing how to explore the hard stuff without breaking because that's part of the path to the truly awesome. At least in my world, that is.

Given these definitions it would appear that you also are not a wimp. Hurrah!

The Empress is currently rolled in a blanket and is lying on the floor, attempting to worm along with her toes. I am getting a lecture on the nature of worms as she does it. She just informed me that of course it was all theoretical as she is really a girl wrapped up in two blankets and neither a real worm or caterpillar so she won't be turning into a real butterfly.

http://www.e-manonline.com/images/entry/cheshirecat.png

[Borden]

PurpleLama, your superhero garb is excellent, and you two definitely make a handsome couple. By the way, remember that thing I told you? Well, the third picture of your last post - it was very like that. Strangely, it happened again this afternoon. I wonder what wizardly stuff you are up to.

Songsy, where are you finding these cool pictures? Hellgirl is superb!

Mad Hatter, those guns ... those guns are too big. As for the specs ... you obviously haven't seen my page here ... I'm way ahead of you. And the pub gift shop clearly owes me my money back.

Katyani, I'm a fellow Tintin fan! Aside from Marvel comics I was also hugely into Tintin and Asterix as a boy. As for a Pub Club party ... it will be spiffing, but I do have a tendency to occasionally turn into Captain Haddock. I haven't seen that film, by the way, but hearing what Willem Dafoe says on that motorbike makes me want to see it.

[Cerridwen]

Hang on ... maybe it is relevant. Right, Pub Club, let's get our act together! We all need to get to the gym and get some spangly costumes sorted out. Make mine Marvel! Excelsior! And so forth.

Nuff said.

Ok, I'm game for playing dress up. Hmmm... there were way more male superheroes than females, who are my choices? Cause, I'm definitely female.;)


Oh Bugger ... gonna get myself in *all* kinds of trouble if I don't watch my step this time :decision:

... well ...

... you could be the sister of someone we know very well???



Ummm, no. Those 'women' are way too scary with all of those massive muscles. Even if I could look like that after huge doses of steroids, there's no way I would want too. :p

If I have to make up my own alter ego, it would probably look something more like these ladies...

http://i794.photobucket.com/albums/yy227/CerridwenSoap/thumbbig-123854.jpg

http://i794.photobucket.com/albums/yy227/CerridwenSoap/Pics/images-5.jpg

http://i794.photobucket.com/albums/yy227/CerridwenSoap/Pics/images-6.jpg

And if I'm going to be totally honest here with my fellow Pub Club members, for about 3 days a month, something like this...

http://i794.photobucket.com/albums/yy227/CerridwenSoap/Pics/images-2.jpg

:)

[Debra]

By the way, where is Bob? Do people know anything I don't? I hope Mazie is doing well and he will be back soon.

Hi Borden, and everyone :)

I was in touch with Bob a few days ago, and he tells me that he and Maizie are still not out of the woods yet, but they are moving through it and there is this amazing love between them and through this part of the journey together they have found great deepness that is beyond words. I did not feel right about copying over his PMs here but this is what stood out for me.
http://cheezdailysquee.files.wordpress.com/2012/03/cute-animals-love-birds.jpg

*Bless them*
Zebra

[songsfortheotherkind]

Songsy, where are you finding these cool pictures? Hellgirl is superb!

http://www.deviantart.com/download/147558694/Hell_Girl_by_DaGravityMan.jpg

[PurpleLama]

I ordered some of this, today:

http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51V-OXn22vL.jpg

[Borden]

Thanks Zebra. If you speak to him again please give them both my love. I just know that no experience would be wasted on Bob, and by extrapolation, his lady either. My vote is for a happy one for them both.

[Debra]

Oh hello Bob!

Good to see your´re around ;)

[Borden]

We have called and Bob has answered!

Welcome back, mate.

[another bob]

Oh hello Bob!

Good to see your´re around ;)

Much Praise and Thanks to all for their support and kind intentions during this ongoing revelation!

There is currently a brief lull in the adventure, so I am stopping by at the Forum to drop a line and put palms together, bowing.


:yo:

[Cerridwen]

Yeah Bob is back! :grouphug:

[songsfortheotherkind]

Ummm, no. Those 'women' are way too scary with all of those massive muscles. Even if I could look like that after huge doses of steroids, there's no way I would want too. :p

If I have to make up my own alter ego, it would probably look something more like these ladies... :)

See, this is where you are such a vital member of the team: me? I could never pull off that kind of feminine for long- I'd curse the g-string, get p!ssed off with the permanently cold chest, would stop sawing off my horns and filing back my claws, would engage in burping competitions, and would periodically shave the back and sides of my hair into a mohawk to show off the tattoos on the sides of my head. I am voluptuous and lascivious, this is true, *and* I'm going to leave it to others such as your lovely Self to be the poster women for the group- Hellgirl is more me, I'm learning, despite the soft glowing and sparkly centre of me.

http://www.deviantart.com/download/90662186/Hellgirl_and_X23_by_loish.jpg

Perhaps I'll have to keep my softer side for every other day. :P

http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qjNwS6cO_I/TGSzBqSrzRI/AAAAAAAABFg/8DWo6KsLaNA/s1600/Jigoku+Shoujo.jpg

although if you know her background, she's not much better, come to think of it. Hmm.

http://www.ohiofusion.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/batwoman.jpg

http://www.southfloridagaynews.com/images/stories/entertainment/lesbian-batwoman.jpg

[PurpleLama]

http://www.namastecafe.com/library/namaste_hands.jpg

Oh hello Bob!

Good to see your´re around ;)

Much Praise and Thanks to all for their support and kind intentions during this ongoing revelation!

There is currently a brief lull in the adventure, so I am stopping by at the Forum to drop a line and put palms together, bowing.


:yo:

[Debra]

Oooh, nice choice Songs, I love the idea of a Hellgirl too. I wonder who would be cast as Hellgirl in a film?

Purple Lama, that is the mosts divine photo of you and your beloved. I feel like I am looking at a frame from a Harry Potter film :)
*Good wizarding stock, we is .. and not of the dark side, thank you very much*

I liked Tintin too, part of my childhood library, Katyani - along with ..
http://www.arsenal-berlin.de/typo3temp/pics/1a27d592f8.jpg
Emil and the Detectives and -
http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nl3bDyWCiVE/TE5-Of3B_NI/AAAAAAAAAT0/01rbAW3N0rI/s320/enid_blyton_famous-five.jpg
The Fabulous Five :)

Obviously, I need to find a cinema somewhere that is showing The Avengers!!! Worth seeing on the big screen, eh Borden? Sounds great. I need to get to a city. I´m a bit far out here in the wilderness.

http://hurricanevanessa.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/fumanchu.jpgSpecs and moustaches .. maybe some blending??

[Borden]

Bob, I wish you would change your avatar back to little Bob. Or at least something less disturbing. I honestly don't mind being out-cuted. Cerridwen and Katyani have both done that to me already, so I've had to toughen up.

I know you know that some pretty energetically powerful Pub Club Avengers lurk this thread. The thing about doing good stuff remotely is that you can't do it aggressively. You can fill a specific avatar with intent, but then you just have to leave it hovering. Then you trust that the person at whom it's aimed will grab it and use it. That's how I think it works anyway.

[Debra]

Considering super hero-ine.

I thinking of expressing some of my Betelguese. Looking for ways to get this one together, bring it in.

http://www.eso.org/public/archives/images/screen/eso0927a.jpg

[Cerridwen]

Ummm, no. Those 'women' are way too scary with all of those massive muscles. Even if I could look like that after huge doses of steroids, there's no way I would want too. :p

If I have to make up my own alter ego, it would probably look something more like these ladies... :)

See, this is where you are such a vital member of the team: me? I could never pull off that kind of feminine for long- I'd curse the g-string, get p!ssed off with the permanently cold chest, would stop sawing off my horns and filing back my claws, would engage in burping competitions, and would periodically shave the back and sides of my hair into a mohawk to show off the tattoos on the sides of my head. I am voluptuous and lascivious, this is true, *and* I'm going to leave it to others such as your lovely Self to be the poster women for the group- Hellgirl is more me, I'm learning, despite the soft glowing and sparkly centre of me.


Perhaps I'll have to keep my softer side for every other day. :P



Oh, I'm not wearing that stuff all day long, everyday! I thought superheroes only wore their costumes when fighting the bad guys?

This is what I was thinking about everyday stuff in the Pub Club...

http://i794.photobucket.com/albums/yy227/CerridwenSoap/Pics/images-7.jpg

http://i794.photobucket.com/albums/yy227/CerridwenSoap/Pics/images-22-2.jpg

http://i794.photobucket.com/albums/yy227/CerridwenSoap/Pics/images-23-1.jpg

http://i794.photobucket.com/albums/yy227/CerridwenSoap/Pics/images-24-1.jpg

[Borden]

Songsy, I take it that you're Tony and I'm Thor? The Killers thing wasn't aimed at you, you f***ing banana. It was aimed at her. Not that she would go near a forum like this with a ten foot stick. As you know.

By the way though ... do you understand that Thor could have killed Tony with very little effort? That truly is play. Joss knows what he's doing and he knows the mythos.

[another bob]

http://www.namastecafe.com/library/namaste_hands.jpg


http://i46.tinypic.com/2rhvg9l.gif

[Borden]

That's better, Bob ... you may not be little Bob, but at least little stripy jumper Borden could sit next to you and you could tell him stories.

[Borden]

Cerridwen ... you are a proper Avenger, fear not! And if the superhero named Borden is mysteriously absent from the Avenger's mansion for a few days every month ... he will at least attempt a plausible explanation.

[another bob]

... at least little stripy jumper Borden could sit next to you and you could tell him stories.

Here's one for ya, Little Lad:


Returning south to San Francisco after a 6-month stint as a grateful hermit in the Sierras in 1970, my heart tugged me over to the Pacific coastline, where I eventually found myself leisurely touring along the supernaturally splendid Coastal Highway 1.

By the time I had reached the mouth of the Russian River it was late afternoon, and although the shoreline was rather socked in by a coastal fog, I decided to attempt a climb down the steep cliffs leading to the beach.

What moved me to challenge the elemental fates on that day I cannot recall, but the time-tested refrain, “It seemed like a good idea at the time...” could probably be inserted here.

I was about halfway down the side of the cliff wall when I realized I was in a bit of a predicament. I could proceed no further in my descent, since there was no apparent footing. However, I had managed to reach a point that made any ascending retreat equally unviable.

As I grimly pondered the situation, I was suddenly startled: a madly barking, drool-slathered German Shepherd (dog) at the foot of the cliff below was focusing an unaccountable rage in my direction. We were the only two creatures on the foggy beach that day, it was getting dark, and a chill damp wind was now sweeping fiercely up the cliff face.

I was losing my footing on the rock indentation where I had temporarily perched. It was starting to crumble and I had to pee -- real bad. The wind began to amp into a shriek. The insane dog's barking blended with the voice of the wind, becoming even more hostile and incessant. My heart felt like it was going to join my bladder in some volcanic activity. Time seemed frozen, and the experience now seemed to loom as a defining moment for me.

Many have experienced this at some point in life - the psycho-physiological matrix of fear that cannot be casually swept aside by the comforting little lies we tell ourselves. All the little internal chattering narrative that we perpetually indulge runs smack into the unavoidable maw of clear and present breathless reality. First come the impotent curses, then the cold sweat panic, then the hallucinatory spree of mind in overwhelm, and then...

For a brief eternal instant the setting sun on the Pacific horizon peeked out below the cloud cover, and quickly spread its gorgeous illumination along the underbelly of the now transfigured blanket, and what a sight it was - the most riotously effulgent sunset I had ever seen!

Tears poured involuntarily down my cheeks - the imminent danger completely forgotten in the glory of the scene.

Just then a seagull, white, with ribbons of gray tapering down its wingspan, soared in a kind of lazy slow motion directly into my line of sight, and the wonder of its gliding aero-dynamism simply stopped my mind!

It was as if I had never really seen this before or, to be more precise – it was as if I was seeing it for the very first time once again - as I had when I was baby, with no words to limit it, no concepts to bind it to the mind's dusty library of accumulated associations.

I Was this Wonder! All of it was me - free and utterly perfect just as it is - no past or future or any sense of time at all - just This! Here! Now!

My heart fell to peace. In this way, the world came to peace, to rest. And now I noticed my body almost floating down the side of the cliff. There was no calculation involved at all in the descent. I am sure, if you were an observer, you would have seen, in the dusky twilight, a rather remarkable feat of rock climbing!

When I alighted on the beach, the now-transformed dog came and snuggled its body against mine -- we knew -- and together we ambled off along the sand into the darkness, empty and full, two children of the Majesty.

[Borden]

Holy sh1t, Bob ... I knew I was right to sit next to you and hear your stories.

I've stared death in the face quite a few times, which is weird for someone as unwilling to 'join the dance' as me. Death always looks like a bored professor to me. Really? Are we really doing this again? I remember hanging off a corrugated roof by a 'hump', my body well over the edge, in the pissing rain, very drunk. Concrete five stories below. It looked so boring. I knew everything in that moment. I never forgot it. Neither did you, from the sound of it.

[Cerridwen]

Wow! Right now there are 54 users browsing this thread.

[Cerridwen]

Cerridwen ... you are a proper Avenger, fear not! And if the superhero named Borden is mysteriously absent from the Avenger's mansion for a few days every month ... he will at least attempt a plausible explanation.

I'm going to have to go and see this movie this weekend. I don't go to the movies often, but since you're giving it such high marks, Borden, it must be a good one. :)

[another bob]

Holy sh1t, Bob ... I knew I was right to sit next to you and hear your stories.

I've stared death in the face quite a few times, which is weird for someone as unwilling to 'join the dance' as me. Death always looks like a bored professor to me. Really? Are we really doing this again? I remember hanging off a corrugated roof by a 'hump', my body well over the edge, in the pissing rain, very drunk. Concrete five stories below. It looked so boring. I knew everything in that moment. I never forgot it. Neither did you, from the sound of it.

“Let’s go surfin’ now!
Everybody’s learnin’ how!
Come on a safari with me!”

~The Beach Boys

Yeah! California! Summertime, early 1960s – and if you lived down by the Pacific Ocean, you may not have known how to surf, but you certainly couldn’t help but be lured out to the beach on warm summer days. Once there, you could see visions of thrilling surf riders daring the onrushing tides, or tossed/washed off their gleaming boards in hungry curls of carnivorous snarl. In either case, the contagious excitement of taking it to the limit was just the kind of adolescent “come-hither, you”, that laced through many of the Top 40 tunes of the day. I was certainly not immune to the siren songs that promised fun and glory in the blue-green waves. “Everybody’s gone surfin’ . . . . surfin’ USA!”

I grew up in the Richmond District in San Francisco, adjacent to the emerald majesty of Golden Gate Park, about eight blocks up Fulton from Ocean Beach. Stretching south below the post-card Cliff House and the old Sutro Baths (incarnating as a swell skating rink at the time, now in ruins), there’s a spit of sand known as Kelley’s Cove. A short bus ride, and I was there.

First stop was at Playland (the deteriorating amusement park across the street from the beach) for french fries to complement the salty ocean air. From there, I shepherded my two younger brothers and sister over to the shore, down the steps of the concrete sea wall, and out to “our spot” near the pier (also now washed away). Here we sat and conducted cultural anthropological musings about the general tribal gatherings and cliques – the “surfers” and the “greasers” – but mostly just watched in awe as the wet suits rode the waves.

When it got hot enough, we’d swim out a bit, and practice “body surfing”, unconcerned with the posted warning signs about dangerous undertows in the area. The internal chemical rush from catching the right wavelet only whetted my appetite for the real thing.

I eventually acquired my own training board, as well as an ill-fitting rubbery wet suit top. I ignored the odd glances from the other passengers when I boarded the bus on the way to the beach. I had just turned 13 in June, and it was my last summer vacation before entering a Catholic Seminary.

With Beach Boy lyrics romping in my ears, I fearlessly paddled out to the big waves, and hunched up from my prone position to a sitting one, dangling my shark-bait legs in the water and feeling like I had finally arrived.

After studying the methods of the various older guys – how they chose their own individual waves, got a good start, and then climbed their boards to marry with the roll and surge of surf -- I pumped up my courage and away I went!

Within seconds, I found myself buried in the wave I had challenged, minus my board, coughing salty water and being swept swiftly, helplessly -- not towards the shore -- but out towards Hawaii.

After the turbulence had subsided and I had regained the surface, I began a desperate, futile effort to swim against the tide, and it was now quickly dawning on me why the warning signs about the undertow were placed near this beach. I had heard stories, but of course such things only happened to other people. At 13, I was invincible --summer had just started, for chrissake! I had my whole life ahead of me!

Then panic gripped me, and I started to scream for help, but I was too far out by now to be heard, and as I tried to see the shore, I found, to my even greater panic, that the shore was no longer visible. The more I struggled, the wearier I became, and I began to realize that I could die! Yes! I could actually die out here, and, in fact, I probably would!

Then I remembered the previous summer, when I fell off my rubber tire while “tubing” a river in the Sierras. After being tossed wildly in the froth, I had grabbed onto a rock in the middle of the rapids, clinging to it for dear life. Eventually, my arms had grown too tired to hold it any longer in the force of the oncoming river. Finally I just let go, and soon was washed into the still pool at the foot of the white water, breathing such a sigh of relief!

There was a lesson there, and it now raced back to me. I once again had found myself in a powerless condition, and so I stretched into a float and just gave up the struggle.

It all seemed so peaceful now, and timeless. I rested in the unknown of it all. Above me, the blue sky was beginning to blaze into the light of a glorious sunset, and I had become numb to the chilly embrace of the ocean on my skin. “If I could only find words for the beauty of this sky, this wonder . . .” I remember musing. Gradually, an older, deeper remembrance began to flood my consciousness, obliterating all fear, all concern.

I recall nothing after that, except a kind of dreamless slumber, and then the waking up at sea. I realized that I had been carried for miles in a great arc, borne along by a Grace beyond comprehension. I was so very gently and naturally being returned to land in this lovely twilight, far down the beach from where I had embarked, and lifetimes, really, from the child who had drifted and rocked so innocently to sleep in the arms of the ocean mother.

At last I was climbing back onto the shore, and after all that had transpired, I was simply famished for french fries. As it turned out, the concession had closed by then, but it didn’t really matter. Just the hunger pangs alone were enough to make me smile.



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[Borden]

It is indeed a good one, Cerridwen ... trust Borden. It's massive fun. I'm pretty sure most people know who Iron Man, Thor, Captain America and the Hulk are, but even if not I think you'll get it pretty quickly. Joss Whedon is only on my radar for doing a movie called 'Serenity', and I have to say, although I really loved that movie, I had my doubts about his ability to pull off a huge movie like this one. My doubts were silly. He has rocked my Marvel world. Go see it.

[Calz]

http://buzzaurus.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/female-superhero-dr-manhattan-150x150.jpg




Oooooh ... I like blue ones ... they're so ... smurphy :dirol:


http://web.orange.co.uk/images/ice/film/the_smurfs_2397db0bd824a8ebbd54502c7960120f.jpg

[Debra]

Inspirational .. the climb, the wall, the impossibility and then the body intelligent - takes over

http://img266.imageshack.us/img266/298/22444633.jpg

ahh .. must of been the view for Tom Cruise as well -

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[Borden]

Bob ... you paint with words.

[Calz]

“Let’s go surfin’ now!
Everybody’s learnin’ how!
Come on a safari with me!”

~The Beach Boys

:yo:


Ahem ...

Excuse me???

Let's go *SMURFIN'* now ...

well ... I guess you have been through a *lot* lately and a slip in your typing skills can be forgiven ...

http://blogs.iesabroad.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/smurfs_color_pictures_surfing_smurf_smurfette.jpg


Truth be told the Beach Boys were my favorite band when I was a kid. I used to save my allowance (25 cents a week) to buy 45 rpms (remember those?) and even albums. Help Me Rhonda was the first one I got.


http://www.cultture.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/beach-boys.jpg

[Calz]

Bob ... you paint with words.

http://www.eatsleepwork.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/albert-einstein-word-art.jpg

[Borden]

Hey Zebra ... me and Bob are both cool with death defying stunts, but personally I ditched the sunglasses because I was sick of Anthony Hopkins asking me to do really difficult stuff. I'm basically lazy.

Calz, I remember vinyl forty-fives! I'm obviously older than my avatar pic suggests. I still have a few, including Bohemian Rhapsody. And the Beach Boys rock, by the way.

[Debra]

We have some amazing writers here in Bob and Songs -- I just submerge in their landscapes.

Thanks for asking Bob to tell you some stories, Borden.

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/5/55/Millais_Boyhood_of_Raleigh.jpg/400px-Millais_Boyhood_of_Raleigh.jpg

[Borden]

I know I posted this song already ...

gGdGFtwCNBE

But this is what is currently killing me. How do I escape that? The song, the singer and the video are so eloquent and perfect. The pain is surely the pain of misunderstanding. I'm becoming more Loki by the second. Disenfranchised and wise. I'm always open to new experience, but it seems thin on the ground.

[Cerridwen]

I know I posted this song already ...

But this is what is currently killing me. How do I escape that? The song, the singer and the video are so eloquent and perfect. The pain is surely the pain of misunderstanding. I'm becoming more Loki by the second. Disenfranchised and wise. I'm always open to new experience, but it seems thin on the ground.

Borden, if that relationship with your ex isn't healthy for you, then maybe it would be best to just blow her memory a kiss goodbye, and turn and walk away.

I'm sorry that you are hurting so very bad.

I wish I had some wise advise to give you, but I really can't think of anything right now. Just know that the little girl with a dirty face and a dolly is giving the little boy with a sweet grin and a striped jumper a hug.

[another bob]

Bob ... you paint with words.




http://i50.tinypic.com/17s2rn.jpg

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We have some amazing writers here in Bob and Songs -- I just submerge in their landscapes.

Thanks for asking Bob to tell you some stories, Borden.

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/5/55/Millais_Boyhood_of_Raleigh.jpg/400px-Millais_Boyhood_of_Raleigh.jpg


http://i49.tinypic.com/2z69zyf.gif

[Calz]

Borden, if that relationship with your ex isn't healthy for you, then maybe it would be best to just blow her memory a kiss goodbye, and turn and walk away.



http://www.englishgraphic.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Thanks-For-The-Add-Blowing-Kiss.jpg

http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/piksel/piksel1112/piksel111200104/11640800-man-in-bunny-ears-blowing-kiss.jpg

http://meme.zenfs.com/u/c4a1a33afa58fa37aebb196b0930e213511cef14.jpeg

[another bob]

I know I posted this song already ...The song, the singer and the video are so eloquent and perfect..

I think that the platinum blonde in the video is currently appearing as Lucrezia Borgia in the excellent Showtime production of "The Borgias".


http://www.sho.com/sho/the-borgias/home


A mesmerizing production, topped only by "The Game of Thrones", imo.

[another bob]

Truth be told the Beach Boys were my favorite band when I was a kid. I used to save my allowance (25 cents a week) to buy 45 rpms (remember those?) and even albums. Help Me Rhonda was the first one I got.

When it first was released, I kept hearing their tune "Good Vibrations" in my head for months . . . well, I suppose it could have been worse, like maybe Barry Manilow . . .

[another bob]

[QUOTE=Cerridwen;490069]

Borden, if that relationship with your ex isn't healthy for you, then maybe it would be best to just blow her memory a kiss goodbye, and turn and walk away.

Yeah, but it doesn't work that way, especially if there is still unresolved karma. Time will help, but there is a way to speed it up a bit, and that is to use a little trick Dolores Cannon mentioned, which is to visualize the contract the two of you made prior to appearing here, then visulaize holding it up and tearing it in two, releasing each other of any further obligation, then forgive her and yourself for any pain and suffering caused by the relationship, and then visualizing each of you walking off on your own way, free of that entanglement. Repeat that process whenever the issue of regret, etc. arises in your mind regarding the past relationship, and draw your attention back to your present reality.

[Cerridwen]

[QUOTE=Cerridwen;490069]

Borden, if that relationship with your ex isn't healthy for you, then maybe it would be best to just blow her memory a kiss goodbye, and turn and walk away.

Yeah, but it doesn't work that way, especially if there is still unresolved karma. Time will help, but there is a way to speed it up a bit, and that is to use a little trick Dolores Cannon mentioned, which is to visualize the contract the two of you made prior to appearing here, then visulaize holding it up and tearing it in two, releasing each other of any further obligation, then forgive her and yourself for any pain and suffering caused by the relationship, and then visualizing each of you walking off on your own way, free of that entanglement. Repeat that process whenever the issue of regret, etc. arises in your mind regarding the past relationship, and draw your attention back to your present reality.

I like that. I'll have to go and Google her...

[Calz]

Borden, if that relationship with your ex isn't healthy for you, then maybe it would be best to just blow her memory a kiss goodbye, and turn and walk away.

Yeah, but it doesn't work that way, especially if there is still unresolved karma. Time will help, but there is a way to speed it up a bit, and that is to use a little trick Dolores Cannon mentioned, which is to visualize the contract the two of you made prior to appearing here, then visulaize holding it up and tearing it in two, releasing each other of any further obligation, then forgive her and yourself for any pain and suffering caused by the relationship, and then visualizing each of you walking off on your own way, free of that entanglement. Repeat that process whenever the issue of regret, etc. arises in your mind regarding the past relationship, and draw your attention back to your present reality.

Wow that just gave me a buzz because when I started reading about the unresolved karma *exactly* what you followed with from Cannon came to my mind and I was going to suggest it (prior to getting to those words).

From what I recall, she suggests doing that with all the people in your life.

Of particular usefulness when a loved one has passed with unresolved issues.

[Calz]

Truth be told the Beach Boys were my favorite band when I was a kid. I used to save my allowance (25 cents a week) to buy 45 rpms (remember those?) and even albums. Help Me Rhonda was the first one I got.

When it first was released, I kept hearing their tune "Good Vibrations" in my head for months . . . well, I suppose it could have been worse, like maybe Barry Manilow . . .


Point taken ...

http://caulkischeap.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/copacabana.jpg?w=480

[Debra]

I feel for you Borden .. I have tried to drink and forget, I have cried myself to sleep, I have raged at the universe why why why?

You keep wailing as much as you need. But where you are at - is the place you are meant to be .. until you are ready to move the next level. That Delores C visualisation, I like that too.

us girlies can be soo mean :) (but we can get it back too)

u8CcfBlSBlc

[Calz]

Ummm, no. Those 'women' are way too scary with all of those massive muscles. Even if I could look like that after huge doses of steroids, there's no way I would want too. :p




Superhero image and hold the brawn eh???

Okay.

Why work up a sweat when a twitch of the nose will do???

http://media.liveauctiongroup.net/i/9378/10387056_7.jpg

[Debra]

I love your heart space Calz .. always reminding us that we are never overlooked.
http://static.flickr.com/217/522194408_8e4a66cc6a.jpg
And the bright side is always there for us to come and play and to enjoy a hug. :angel:

[songsfortheotherkind]

Oh, I'm not wearing that stuff all day long, everyday! I thought superheroes only wore their costumes when fighting the bad guys?

that just triggered awesome images in my head.

*whooping sirens, clanging alarms and warning bells going off everywhere*

"INVASION!! INVASION!! ETA 3 MINUTES!!"

"Quick! To the changerooms!"

"Crap! I can't find my g-string!"

"Bl*oody hell, who thought that LYCRA was easy to get into on short notice? It'd be easier getting wrapped in cling wrap!"

"That's the Mummy's gig- he has an autowrapper, he's done in 60 seconds but spends 5 minutes getting back his balance"

"Isn't that typical with most male superheroes though, done in 60 seconds? I hear it's the testosterone-"

"Help! I'm strangling here!"

"That's because you're trying to put on MY suit, you dick-"

"I thought all that working out had improved my physique-"

"No, the shrink function on the washing machine has improved your physique"

"****, where are my shoes? has anyone seen my shoes?"

"how am I supposed to put on makeup with all this jostling?"

"quit bitching Loki, it's hard for us all you know-"

"do you know how hard it is to GET this eyeliner right?"

"Can you please watch where you're poking that horn?"

"sorry, fighting bad guys just really does is for me-"

"well does it have to do it for me at the same time? I don't think so-"

"oh, the Joker smile, nice look Thor-"

"what? OH ffs!"

"sorry, that was my fault, Mr Invisible kept bumping me-"

"three times?"

"he has good timing"

'oh like that is it?"

"want to look like Bozo the Clown?"

and the world quietly disappears in a puff of smoke and the Pub whirls off into another universe...

heh heh- that's why I'm going for something that I can kick arse *and* live in. Black Widows suit might *look* awesome but it takes almost half an hour to get into properly. Give me a zip up dancers corset, leggings and a skirt and a great pair of boots any day... :D

[Calz]

heh heh- that's why I'm going for something that I can kick arse *and* live in. Black Widows suit might *look* awesome but it takes almost half an hour to get into properly. Give me a zip up dancers corset, leggings and a skirt and a great pair of boots any day... :D

:rofl:

Nicely played ... that was fun :lol:

Well ... why not try the *shapely shifter* so you never have to worry about *changing*???

... of course, you *do* remember I am a bit partial to blue ... :tongue1:

http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTk5MjY1MTA2N15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwODg1MjU3._V1._SX485_SY730_.jpg

[songsfortheotherkind]

Songsy, I take it that you're Tony and I'm Thor? By the way though ... do you understand that Thor could have killed Tony with very little effort? That truly is play.

Yes, and yes, although powering up the suit did help Tony a lot. See, there's a lot I know about Beings like Thor, and the mythos of those worlds, not necessarily the Marvel one. There's no future with a Being like Thor, which is one of the reasons I waxed lyric about Hawkeye.

http://www.expressnightout.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/avengers_BlackWidow_Hawkeye.jpg

With Tony and Thor it was part of the getting to know one another, and I get that- as Cap's remarks at the end demonstrated. I have always noted that certain energy is far more suited to a certain type of destruction than what I am. That's why I like the Hawkeye and Black Widow dynamic.


The Killers thing wasn't aimed at you, you f***ing banana. It was aimed at her. Again, I knew that, I was just putting another twist on it. I was obliquely pointing out to you something that you have and she doesn't and that it's never going to work with one prepared to go deeper than the other. It's my oblique way of stating openly 'you're the stronger Being in that regard' and, like Tony and Thor, extending a degree of salute about that.


Not that she would go near a forum like this with a ten foot stick. As you know.

*laughing* No appreciation for yodelling and fantabulous hats? I can't begin to imagine that world. But then I was always in the freak group...

http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/100405/Breakfast-runaways-comic_320.jpg

[Calz]

Say Bob ... since you are here for awhile ...

I read both of Lou Baldin's earlier books and am now working on the one that has the Q/A from ATS 2005-6.

I did read through some of his forum Q/A but not much.

I still have not found a reference to the statement that captured my initial interest (suggesting *all* humans have been abucted at least 3 times) and in the ATS material he seems to refute that suggesting family members (not his children) *not* being in the system so to speak. That is dated now more than 5 years so perhaps he has come to that notion since then.

Since John Lear is in the forum, perhaps that is where you saw that.

Looking forward for when you can relax more and have time to chat about it.

:yo:

Cal

(not to worry ... I won't go looking for images of Milton in a tutu :shocked: )

[another bob]

Calz, it was in one of his Q & A, don't recall which. You can go right over to the UFoLou forum and ask Lear directly, I'm sure he'll have your answer.

:yo:

[songsfortheotherkind]

Oooooh ... I like blue ones ... they're so ... smurphy :dirol:


heh, blue works for me too...

http://bodypainting.up.seesaa.net/image/BlueGirl.jpg

http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/654451-bigthumbnail.jpg

http://idigitalcitizen.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/mystique11.jpg

http://image.blingee.com/images18/content/output/000/000/000/73e/719087404_1784273.gif

[songsfortheotherkind]

us girlies can be soo mean :) (but we can get it back too)

u8CcfBlSBlc

My male partner and I sat there watching this vid and he said 'I'm just waiting for her right hook to lash out'. We saw a little boundary invader refusing to get the message and harassing someone who didn't want their attentions. We were cheering her on with her continued refusal. Interesting thing- if she had have hauled off and hit him it would most likely have been *her* getting the disapproval, not him. Same thing if it had've been a girl hassling a boy for a hug and he hit her to make her go away.

Interesting.

[songsfortheotherkind]

:rofl:

Nicely played ... that was fun :lol:

Well ... why not try the *shapely shifter* so you never have to worry about *changing*???

Yuppers, I'm aiming for something more Mystique than boutique, that's for certain. :D

And I like the idea of changing colors, because then I can express my inner world more.

http://www.pccd.hu/hefop51/CH6_A/image091.jpg

http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2724/4344446899_b09264d609.jpg

... of course, you *do* remember I am a bit partial to blue ... :tongue1:

http://www.davidkemper.com/pics/farscape/chiana/chiana01.jpg

[Calz]

Yuppers, I'm aiming for something more Mystique than boutique, that's for certain. :D

And I like the idea of changing colors, because then I can express my inner world more.



http://dailydujour.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/SYLVIA-JI-2.jpg

http://images.wikia.com/forgottenrealms/images/c/c2/Weretiger.jpg

http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/327/1/0/deer_woman_by_deaddolliecandy-d4h461j.jpg

http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5050/5276360839_60441c2358_o.png

[songsfortheotherkind]

Yuppers, I'm aiming for something more Mystique than boutique, that's for certain. :D

And I like the idea of changing colors, because then I can express my inner world more.



http://dailydujour.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/SYLVIA-JI-2.jpg

yes.

http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r82/sarahp_013/goddess_tutorial_04.jpg

ignore the g-string and gravity defying breasts, it's the hair that's important...

[Calz]

http://dailydujour.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/SYLVIA-JI-2.jpg

yes.

http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r82/sarahp_013/goddess_tutorial_04.jpg

ignore the g-string and gravity defying breasts, it's the hair that's important...

Cool ... stache contest 2nd round ... going topside ... :second:

*like* g-string and gravity defying breasts :pout: ]

http://www.funcage.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Hait-Cut-12-500x617.jpg

http://onegoodminute.indieposit.com/wp-content/flagallery/chewbacca/chewbacca-hairstyle.jpg

http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpzPBewsqWU/TNpOt5S0OtI/AAAAAAAALyE/tnr4XrPyHfc/s1600/Unique%2BAnd%2BCrazy%2BHairstyles3.jpg

http://themeparkradio.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/funny_hair_style_hand.jpg

[Borden]

Here's one for Calz ...

http://shulkie.com/files/images/shehulk003i.preview.jpg

[Calz]

Here's one for Calz ...

http://shulkie.com/files/images/shehulk003i.preview.jpg


Doing green too I can ...

Flexible I must be ...

Learned all about changing colors from Songsie I have ...


http://www.nerdgasmo.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/celebs4.jpg

[Borden]

Here's another Marvel character, blue this time ...

http://xmen-supreme.com/images/Mystique/Mystique20.jpg

I remember laughing when I heard Ian McKellen suggest that while Magneto and Mystique are lovers in the X-Men films, what form might she assume in the bedroom? I think he suggested Wolverine, haha.

[Calz]

I remember laughing when I heard Ian McKellen suggest that while Magneto and Mystique are lovers in the X-Men films, what form might she assume in the bedroom? I think he suggested Wolverine, haha.



http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3522/3758366331_10117e8d2d_z.jpg

[Borden]

Songsy, if I were Thor and you were Iron ... Lady - you know we wouldn't be fighting. We'd be playing practical jokes on unsuspecting norms while giggling and occasionally yodelling in the sky.
Remember ... with great power comes great irresponsibility.

http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd272/speedvark0/THOR3434343.jpg

http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd241/jvampyre/Misc/8320_1216889495308_1020964884_69365.jpg

[Calz]

Songsy, if I were Thor and you were Iron ... Lady -



Ouch ... I don'ts wants to looks ... :scared:

http://www.freakingnews.com/pictures/13500/Iron-Lady-13702.jpg


... this will *not* end well ...

http://www.webpresence.tv/uk-blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/afraid-social-media.jpg

[Borden]

Noooooo! Not that Iron Lady, Calz ... by all that's holy, man!

http://i620.photobucket.com/albums/tt288/ryangordon07/female-ironman-2.jpg

Best I could find in a hurry. The artist needs some lessons in fore-shortening from big John Buscema or someone, but you get the point.

What is it, by the way, about artists, plastic surgeons and some women that makes them think breasts look better when they don't look like real breasts? It's always mystified me. I will say though, as a former comic book artist, breasts are harder to draw than one might think. Hands and noses are the notoriously difficult things to get right, but breasts are mysteriously difficult too.

p.s. speaking with my art Borden hat on, I think the pic I posted of She-Hulk is a really beautiful drawing. I think it was obviously done using a model or a photo, and the tone may be a little tacky of course, but the musculature and the light are so good. I keep looking at it, at the calf, the hands, the face - and seeing a really good artist at work.

[Calz]

Speaking of the [Reptile] Queen ...


http://verybadfrog.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/Queen-Joker.gif


... that ol' Zebra Patron really has some action going out there in the wilderness (on the *other* side of the Universe).

She likes to get high on a clif ...


http://punkindrublic.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/yoda-smokes-a-bong.jpg

http://www.intenseexperiences.com/images/NorwayCliff.jpg

Of course once you are high enough ... you have trouble discerning black from white ... even when the pope is involved.


http://www.religionbegone.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/pope.jpg


I understand now why she has fully earned her stripes ...


http://rlv.zcache.com/earn_your_stripes_poster_print-r29ace2944a9342fe9fafb037bde8acf1_7tpv_400.jpg

http://www.struts.co.uk/party-fancy-dress-shop/images/em217rs.jpg

http://blog.chezmaman.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/MONKI2-1024x682.jpg

[Borden]

Agreed, Calz ... I haven't listened to the Clif High interview she posted yet, but I like Red Ice, and from interviews I've heard in the past Mr. High struck me as a very passionate and intelligent chap. Reading some of her posts in that thread, I'm reminded that she's intimidatingly clever, and that Zebras ain't just stripy horses.

http://www.zebrapictures.net/pictures/zebra_pic.jpg

[Katyani]

That's right..and they know how to move, somewhat camouflaged, in many different terrains.

http://onthisdayinfashion.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/8-5-Veruschka-fashion-statement.jpg

[PurpleLama]

And when the mood strikes her, she transforms into "Hot Zebra"


http://www.google.com/search?tbm=isch&source=mog&gl=us&client=ms-palm-webOS&tab=wi&q=red%20zebra&sa=N&biw=320&bih=480&sei=Ouy0T_uoLIKq2gWr1OUx

The question is, which mood?

[songsfortheotherkind]

http://sphotos.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-snc7/p480x480/577646_354412054612490_159560710764293_927726_1273363574_n.jpg

A very long time ago I was ok with my Self in the world. I played piano and guitar, wrote music, and novels, and had poetry published at a ridiculously early age; I wrote my first (and only) rock opera (including choreography, music and lyrics) at age 13, had other plays performed by age 14, I rode motorbikes and horses with equally reckless abandon, I wallpapered my room with my art and my writing, I played football on the boys team informally (and no matter how much the team pleaded with the coaches I was never allowed to play formally even though I was considered a ferocious player), I was a mean slow bowler in cricket and I danced and sang like an angel.

http://lh5.ggpht.com/_n6kjTDzKDtY/SlCkEI6sTUI/AAAAAAAAB24/2d6eX0AA1T0/inadream.jpg

I was considered a weird chick. My intelligence intimidated others and I kind of knew that, I just lived with the knowledge that if a male was showing an interest in me it was generally because he either wanted to go out with one of my friends and was trying to discover the best way of doing that, or because he found me oddly compelling and fascinating in a car crash kind of way. Males considered me either another male, a friend, or someone who knew the chick they wanted to date. I can remember at a party when I was 15 one of my teachers (who was there as a partygoer, not a teacher) was watching me dance in the kitchen away from the main party and asked me with curiosity why I didn't have a boyfriend- I was smart, funny, cute, a great dancer- why didn't I have a boyfriend?

http://www.wallmay.com/thumbnails/cover/20120313/world%20of%20warcraft%20blue%20eyes%20horns%20fantasy%20art%20draenei%20artwork%201920x1200%20wallpa per_www.wallmay.com_17.jpg

I can remember looking at her in puzzlement and replying that guys only talked to me if they wanted answers to their homework questions or wanted to date my friends; hadn't she noticed my peers considered me weird? She wanted to know if I was bothered about that and I laughed, telling her that I had way more interesting things to do than be concerned about what guys were thinking.

Then somewhere within the next year the virus inspired social programming that I was supposed to care about the whole male thing kicked in and I really, really screwed things up. I really did. I lost my Self and gradually lost my signal and just got lost in all the noise. I've been struggling to get clear of that ever since.

http://fanart.lionking.org/Artists/hibbary/EarthBoundMisfit.jpg

When I created the Pub I'd been working on tracking back to my own clear signal, the one that carries my own singular frequency without any of the virus programming. And what did I do, just to prove how far I'd come?- like the sublime idiot I am, I fell heartfirst straight down the same gorram hole!

http://images.fineartamerica.com/images-medium-large/down-the-rabbit-hole-sharon-cummings.jpg

I do not in any way consider that a mistake. It's been one of the most awesome learning curves of my life actually, because it's inspired me to look at that Pippy Longstocking element of me and to really give her some consideration. I'm writing again, I now have a computer that is actually *capable* of editing my films, I have recognised many things about my Self and my constant physical and spiritual touch hunger- my succubus nature and what I need to own about that if I'm going to live without the constant hunger- and I'm opening up my life in the physical world to possibilities that I hadn't been holding in the space since I was that girl dancing in the moonlight.

One of the things I've realised in this part of the journey is that I don't want to make decisions based on defenses. It's easy for me to fall into that space at the moment, even in the slidiest of ways, and that's not what I'm interested in: I want to live with a *clear* signal, for that to beam out and be my personal lighthouse and guide. I want to be at peace with my Self, in all my weirdness and isolation; I used to spend weeks not speaking with anyone at all- I think as a teen I managed to get through three months without actually uttering a voluntary word to anyone, but that was the longest- I simply wrote out my inner world and then often just set fire to it.

What has been happening for me over the past week or so is that I've been orienting internally to the original signal and discovering that it often takes less than 5 seconds for me to be thrown off it by the messages regarding others and how I'm supposed to be with them, the noise, the stories, the construments, my defenses, blah blah blibbitty blah and it all gets me out of my own signal, out of my Art and my joy. I'm taking time out-despite how much demanding life stuff is going on at the moment in other ways- to really delve into what my signal is *really* saying, calling, Singing to me: if I was to give my Self the luxury of not letting a single individual anywhere interfere with who and how I want to be, what would it really look like?

http://cdn.trendhunterstatic.com/thumbs/down-the-rabbit-hole.jpeg

I have no idea how to answer that question- yet. I know that I've started down a different path though- there is a quality of 'oh, ok, so it's like *this*, this is what I can look at now' without going into the blahsticks stories that the virus programming orients towards: I want to be that girl again, always, regardless of the judgements about how I might look externally or what others think I should or shouldn't be doing or saying or Being.

I realised this the other day when I was in the Thai food shop in Lismore. There was a new woman serving behind the counter and I was immediately attracted to her; she had the shiniest and open energy I'd encountered in ages and it expressed itself wonderfully in her appearance: the dreadlocked parts of her hair was piled up in a wild pony, and the rest of her hair was shaved around the sides and front of her head, except for the fringe. Instead of eyebrows she had a line of fine tattooed dots, her septum and nose were pierced, she had some beautiful tribal tattoos and I thought: you're so lovely. I could see her joy and personality shining through her every move; she didn't care about what others thought, she lived fully in her skin and her Self, I was watching another woman customer who was both clearly gay and who clearly knew this woman well, so my instincts had been right, but what really stood out to me was simply this woman's spirit.

In that moment it occurred to me how judgemental and dismissive some I've been associating with lately would have been of her- and I realised in the next moment that I'm just like that woman in the inside and I'm always going to be judged for that too. I was able to move the hologram around in many different ways and I saw so many things; I saw the way lesbian and bi women see each other and that I've never, ever experienced a male approaching me that way, as a Being and not as an external perception first. I experience lesbian and bi women engaging with me as a Being; men just don't. I want to experience being treated as a Being more- and as a lovely, wanted, appreciated, valued and desired Being at that, not furniture or a f*uck. My partner here has been confronted with my unwillingness to be treated as furniture and still have all the benefits; I'm quite happy being friends and to keep him out of the inner space if that's how he wants it, because I'm not longer prepared to give the best of me away to those who ultimately don't give a toss.

I am up for something very very different now. I'm happy to have very little if wanting anything more means putting up with crumbs and casual carelessness; I'll give to my Self before giving to those who aren't being truly consciously caring with me. I'm not engaging with the level of justifications that have been pointed at me in the past by my partners; if someone thinks I'm this or that, I'm not going to try and convince them otherwise, because that simply acts as a diversion from my paying attention to my own signal and I know that endless rabbit hole too. Either it's a mutually supportive and nourishing thing, or it's surface level stuff and I know how to do that.

I'm in an amazing place. I'm shedding the construments and interference. I know at the moment I get derailed every 5 seconds *and* that's going to get longer and stronger.

http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lPzGhTVrZI8/ToG68E3qPBI/AAAAAAAABmw/4myRjXB-YL8/s1600/6a0134855da4de970c015435b61d0d970c-pi.png

I don't want to wait until I'm 91 to give my Self permission to be exactly who I want to be and to be ok with the fact that I don't have the body of a 20 year old anymore: if that's what an individual is after, then I'm definitely *not* going to be the droid they seek. *grinning* I want to discover what I express when I'm not thinking about any other individual at all, when it's simply coming from my inner Shine. This post- and much of what I write here in the Pub- has come from that space, yet I know there is much more authenticity to bring into my way of Being. I have no idea yet what that looks like, I just know it's there.

I'm aware that part of the story that the virus wants me to take up is to give up on connecting with males; it would be so easy for me to do, just become a lesbian and take my repeated experiences as an indicator that the idea of exploring the masculine is, at least for me, a useless endeavour and to let it go. I'm aware of that trick and I'm not going down that path, even though I have no idea under what circumstances I would be called to explore that space, what kind of male could inspire that or what it might possibly look if I did, and I'm not closing the door, I'm just not focusing on it. Like my 15 year old Self said all those years ago, I've got better things to think about than what males think of me- and I'm really listening to her perspective now.

It's an amazing unearthing I'm doing at the moment, this sui generis expression archeology. :)

[Katyani]

http://sphotos.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-snc7/p480x480/577646_354412054612490_159560710764293_927726_1273363574_n.jpg



It's an amazing unearthing I'm doing at the moment, this sui generis expression archeology. :)


Songs, thank you for sharing parts of that excavation process here with us.

http://www.redseadiscovery.com/about/veruschka_uw.jpg

[Katyani]

Katyani, I'm a fellow Tintin fan! Aside from Marvel comics I was also hugely into Tintin and Asterix as a boy. As for a Pub Club party ... it will be spiffing, but I do have a tendency to occasionally turn into Captain Haddock. I haven't seen that film, by the way, but hearing what Willem Dafoe says on that motorbike makes me want to see it.

Captain Haddock?! That is so funny! Good to know both you and Zebra have also been adventuring with Tintin.
Ah, yes, that movie. I think you would really appreciate it. Unusual dialogue and story, incredible photography.
I have the dvd (nothing illegal here either) and watch it from time to time.

http://http://habilis.net/blistering-barnacles/bbbb.jpg

[Calz]

My weekend ... up over 24 hours now trying to adjust to my family sleep schedule.

Good luck with that ... working overnight schedule sux.

No days off next week ... actually easier and the pay rocks ... but I miss my family.

Oh ... sorry ... don't mean to blither with minor nonsense when so many are facing real situations :doh:


My dime for the jukebox ... I am in the *mood*


QzQjehHvJlQ

[Borden]

I can't believe I haven't seen that film yet, Katyani ... I keep meaning to buy the DVD. The trailers I saw looked amazing. I just looked at a list of all the Tintin book titles, and experienced one of those memory jolt moments. The way we are immersed in books as children is really something. I'm sure you know what I mean when I say that the tiny people in our avatar pictures knew how to engage a story. That's a quality I try to keep alive in myself (apart from my Captain Haddock moments, obviously), because the acceptance and lack of preconception makes for a far more magical world.

[songsfortheotherkind]

My weekend ... up over 24 hours now trying to adjust to my family sleep schedule.

Good luck with that ... working overnight schedule sux.

No days off next week ... actually easier and the pay rocks ... but I miss my family.

Oh ... sorry ... don't mean to blither with minor nonsense when so many are facing real situations :doh:

/headtilt/ I really don't understand that last sentence- personally I feel that the issue of missing your family because of being locked in to an artificial system such as work is a legitimate one. Rest assured, should my personal situation shift the way I'm endeavouring to get it shifted, it will not only be the drinks that are free here. It's difficult enough leveling up to super status physically, let alone having to do mundane things such as work- can you imagine Spiderman in that situation? An emergency he can't deal with because it's two hours til knock off time?

What a ridiculous and twisted paradigm we live in. *hugs*

[Borden]

Calz, missing your family because of those long hours sounds pretty valid to me. I sympathize, mate.

[Calz]

My weekend ... up over 24 hours now trying to adjust to my family sleep schedule.

Good luck with that ... working overnight schedule sux.

No days off next week ... actually easier and the pay rocks ... but I miss my family.

Oh ... sorry ... don't mean to blither with minor nonsense when so many are facing real situations :doh:

/headtilt/ I really don't understand that last sentence- personally I feel that the issue of missing your family because of being locked in to an artificial system such as work is a legitimate one. Rest assured, should my personal situation shift the way I'm endeavouring to get it shifted, it will not only be the drinks that are free here. It's difficult enough leveling up to super status physically, let alone having to do mundane things such as work- can you imagine Spiderman in that situation? An emergency he can't deal with because it's two hours til knock off time?

What a ridiculous and twisted paradigm we live in. *hugs*

Okay.

My point being missing my family due to manditory overtime for a week is not on the "same level" as seperating from a deep love expected to last a lifetime or a twinflame who the vast majority of us will never experience facing serious health issues or facing virus attacks every night.

I felt a twinge of selfish spoiled guilt ... yet it wasn't enough to stop me from submitting the post.

Easier to understand now???

Yes rediculous and twisted paradigm ... no doubt.


... have another ...


wTmC9tOtSTE

[another bob]

My point being missing my family due to manditory overtime for a week is not on the "same level" as seperating from a deep love expected to last a lifetime or a twinflame who the vast majority of us will never experience facing serious health issues or facing virus attacks every night.

We're all given exactly what we need in order to do what we came here to do, and to realize what we came here to realize.

The story is told about a woman Zen master named Sono who taught one
very simple method of enlightenment. She advised everyone who came to
her to adopt an affirmation to be said many times a day, under all
conditions. The affirmation was, "Thank you for everything. I have no
complaint whatsoever."

Many people from all arenas of life came to Sono for healing. Some
were in physical pain; others were emotionally distraught; others had
financial troubles; some were seeking soul liberation. No matter what
their distress or what question they asked her, her response was the
same: "Thank you for everything. I have no complaint whatsoever."
Some people went away disappointed; others grew angry; others tried
to argue with her. Yet some people took her suggestion to heart and
began to practice it. Tradition tells that everyone who practiced
Sono's mantra found peace and healing. Thank you for everything. I
have no complaint whatsoever.

My friend Lisa, an attractive woman in her late 30's, came to one of
my seminars after I had not seen her for a number of years. She
informed the group that a year earlier she had been diagnosed with a
brain disorder that required immediate surgery. The surgery was done,
a steel plate was inserted in her head, and her doctor keeps her
under close observation. Lisa reported that now she lives from day to
day. Privately I told Lisa that I was sorry she had gone through this
whole ordeal. "Oh, don't be sorry," she told me emphatically. "I'm
not sorry at all. This was one of the best things that has ever
happened to me. It really got me to appreciate my life and
relationships. I married a wonderful guy and we are thinking about
having children. I wouldn't trade the experience if I could." Thank
you for everything. I have no complaint whatsoever.

Can you imagine what your life would be like if you simply dropped
your complaints? It's a radical proposal, since most of us have been
trained to question, analyze, and criticize everything we see. But
then we end up questioning, analyzing, and criticizing ourselves.
Then we miss out on joy, the only true measure of success.

The ecstatic mystic poet Hafiz proclaimed, "All a sane man can ever
think about is giving love." One evening I received a phone call from
my friend Cliff, a Jewish guy from Brooklyn who discovered A Course
in Miracles and became a world-class love exuder. Cliff just went
around finding good and beauty in everyone he met. On the phone,
Cliff told me, "I just called to tell you how much I love and
appreciate you."

"Well, thank you Cliff," I answered, delighted. "I really appreciate
that . . . What prompted you to call me at this moment?"

"My knee was hurting me, and I knew that the only way I could feel
better would be to give more love. So I began to think of the people
in my life who I care about, and you came to mind." Thank you for
everything. I have no complaint whatsoever.

Yes, I know, there is a voice inside you objecting, "But if I did not
complain, people would walk all over me and selfish opportunists
would genetically manipulate my food and terrorists would keep
crashing airplanes into buildings and . . ., . . ., and. . . . Got
it. Now if you went to Sono, her response would be, "Thank you for
everything. I have no complaint whatsoever."

In my book Handle with Prayer I state that the highest form of prayer
is gratitude. Instead of asking God for stuff, start thanking God for
stuff, and you will find that God has already given you everything
you could want or need, including the adventure of discovering more
riches every day.

Life is a big treasure hunt. Eventually we grow weary of seeking
treasures outside ourselves, and we begin to look within. There we
discover that the gold we sought, we already are. The beauty we
overlooked because we were focusing on what was missing, still lives
and awaits us like an anxious lover. As T.S. Eliot nobly noted, "The
end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know
the place for the first time."

Thank you for everything. I have no complaint whatsoever.

~Alan Cohen


:yo:

[songsfortheotherkind]

Songs, thank you for sharing parts of that excavation process here with us.

http://www.redseadiscovery.com/about/veruschka_uw.jpg

It's interesting to me that you use an underwater image- I haven't actually spoken about how most of this process is underwater for me. In another world/timespace it's been undertaken in company, and in this one it's solo and I'm having to work much much harder and with more errors, and it's interesting to me you used a diver.

http://futurapnea.canalblog.com/images/rurutu22.JPG

Have you ever seen The Big Blue? That's always the risk for those who like to dive that deep...

[songsfortheotherkind]

My point being missing my family due to manditory overtime for a week is not on the "same level" as seperating from a deep love expected to last a lifetime or a twinflame who the vast majority of us will never experience facing serious health issues or facing virus attacks every night.

I felt a twinge of selfish spoiled guilt ... yet it wasn't enough to stop me from submitting the post.

There is a difference between not knowing why you felt that way and not understanding the distinction.

I used to think that it was ridiculous for me to feel the way that I did because I could cite girls who had gone through way more horrendous things in their molestations: who was I to have issues when others had been satanically ritually abused? Surely their experiences were far worse than mine and so I had no cause to feel the way that I did. That one messed with my head for about 15 years before I let it go.

I get the issue. I was pointing out that I also get that using the situations of others to ameliorate our experience of our own situation is a useless endeavour that just strives in a way to downplay our experience, something I've never found to be useful- but I recognise that others have different approaches to that.

I'm not actually completely clueless, despite the way it appears at times. *sideways eyed salute*

[songsfortheotherkind]

http://a2.ec-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/72/2cf85567e47000b0d3bed7ea353d6e69/l.jpg

I am really really struggling with a few things today and I'm wondering how it's going to pan out; I'm ferociously editing my communications down to nothing, I'm struggling with internal constrictions coming at me from many directions, I am being dragged down by the weeds.

http://files.myopera.com/ladyofdreams7/files/drowning.jpg

In the recent past I would have poured my process out here in an effort to get a handle on it but I don't feel... *waves hands* I think it's fine for me to write here when I'm neutrally or unemotionally exploring, such as my recent post, but not the emotional stuff where I'm flailing around trying to get a bead on what's going on for me or to find my still space. I'm really finding the whole communication, expression and connection thing just too f*ucking hard to negotiate lately and my previous long silence in the world is starting to look very different from how I originally perceived it.

I'll return when I've composed it all into a neater and less emotional package.

*edit- I just had a random thought so I'll clarify- Calz, this is not about our interaction, completely different stuff. So be concerned not.

[jorr lundstrom]

Sounds like when Im trying to keep the falcon on the wings,

though the hurricanes tries to tear out the feathers form them

and thunderbolts are crisscrossing the place, at the same time

as the intestines trying to keep a sambarythm to Le sacre du printemps.

Well, I guess its different for everyone. LOL


http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt81/sakasvattaja/merlin-in-mid-stoop.jpg


all is well


Jorr 2.0

[Alekahn]

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blue green crystalline dream within...
new sight and new song is on the way,
on the wing...from all directions.

16364

h2UTwrmGO7Q

(ferocious editing applied) :eek:

[songsfortheotherkind]

http://projectavalon.net/forum4/attachment.php?attachmentid=16362&d=1337289998&thumb=1


blue green crystalline dream within...
new sight and new song is on the way,
on the wing...from all directions.

h2UTwrmGO7Q

(ferocious editing applied) :eek:

http://www.sniffapaloozamagazine.com/mata-hari_com-1900.jpg

http://www.seechina.tv/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/20121299727434.jpg

All I have is the power to make
This space between my hands beautiful
My vast internal lands are beautiful
Turn my place in the world
To what paradise I can create

I don't know if I have the power to stop the madness
Perhaps I do
Perhaps I don't
I know that I can't change the sadness
If someone can't see things with my eyes
It's not the same as won't

I don't have answers that bring a neat conclusion
Don't have solutions that end the endless questions
Don't speak the language to end all the confusion
Don't have perspectives that cover all directions

Did I ever have to, really?
Was that my plan, was that my plan?
Or was it someone else's insecurity
Handed down, just another hand me down

You know I never did want it, truly
It was never mine, it was never mine
More of someone else's persecutions
Putting me down, just another put me down

It was always in their imagination
I was only ever in their imagination
I don't try to save the world because
There is no world that needs salvation

All I have is the power to make
This space between my hands beautiful
My vast internal lands are beautiful
Turn my place in the world
To what paradise I can create



sometimes the things you say help me through my darkness and back into the edges of the light...

http://cdnimg.visualizeus.com/thumbs/00/a3/flow,flowing,hub,queen,of,narcissism,white,woman,inspiration-00a3eaafaabc3f09efea7f61d122ce88_h.jpg

[songsfortheotherkind]

Sounds like when Im trying to keep the falcon on the wings,

though the hurricanes tries to tear out the feathers form them

and thunderbolts are crisscrossing the place, at the same time

as the intestines trying to keep a sambarythm to Le sacre du printemps.

Well, I guess its different for everyone. LOL


http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt81/sakasvattaja/merlin-in-mid-stoop.jpg


all is well


Jorr 2.0

http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F4IzUGLTlTU/TgHxL9RIF5I/AAAAAAAABLY/kfM2gJT26ss/s1600/highdive.jpg

http://theadventurous500.com/wp-content/uploads/cliff_dive.jpg

[Curt]

Hang in there, Songsy


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6wBQELIO9E&feature=related

[songsfortheotherkind]

Remember ... with great power comes great irresponsibility.

http://cdnimg.visualizeus.com/thumbs/2a/4a/tattoo,harry,potter,tatto-2a4a63118a64274845e1647a2ff91ed1_h.jpg

http://cosplay.paheal.net/_images/fae31d1da48f57473bfa699b16f8bb4b/22953%20-%20Batman%20DC%20Joker%20Rule_63.jpg

*wicked smile*

[songsfortheotherkind]

Hang in there, Songsy


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6wBQELIO9E&feature=related

http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1d65xMjuT1rn3glpo1_500.jpg

[songsfortheotherkind]

http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwsf8qLaWR1r4b417o1_400.jpg

http://openwalls.com/image/10844/thumb3_ready_for_masquerade_ball.jpg

http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tjn2n1CMss0/ScWk1XXHQ9I/AAAAAAAACio/k0ca49QI0pQ/s400/labyrinth.jpg

http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff17/dublabrat/SamhainSlantAzimuth.jpg

http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTXhjXs8U9c/SlV2Fz-6yJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9dAECZVe0ho/s400/Masquerade_2008245.JPG

http://static.flickr.com/2354/2362283855_2818bd5272.jpg

I love the dance-

dance with me...

[PurpleLama]

http://www.scenicreflections.com/files/Purple_Dragon_Wallpaper_llw37.jpg

[PurpleLama]

http://profesorbaker.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/electric-lion.jpg

[Katyani]

Songs, thank you for sharing parts of that excavation process here with us.

http://www.redseadiscovery.com/about/veruschka_uw.jpg

It's interesting to me that you use an underwater image- I haven't actually spoken about how most of this process is underwater for me. In another world/timespace it's been undertaken in company, and in this one it's solo and I'm having to work much much harder and with more errors, and it's interesting to me you used a diver.

http://futurapnea.canalblog.com/images/rurutu22.JPG

Have you ever seen The Big Blue? That's always the risk for those who like to dive that deep...

I will now. The title alone..
Songs, I hear you, even underwater. I know the intensity, the quiet, deep intensity, that strange, almost impossible feat of prism-like precision work in combination with total submergence and letting go. Something tells me you will be just fine.

http://static.atlasobscura.netdna-cdn.com/images/place/weeki-wachee-city-live-mermaids.4390.large_slideshow.jpg

[WhiteFeather]

For you Calz. Although I dont frequent this thread much i heard your call out to the universe. This song always got me through some uneasy and struggling times. I created this Video awhile back. Hope it cheers you. Ps Stop shouting so much into the quantum field. People are trying to rest here. : )


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQ0I2N-Pa-g

[PurpleLama]

http://projectavalon.net/forum4/attachment.php?attachmentid=15899&d=1335299075

http://projectavalon.net/forum4/showthread.php?24908-Dreams-of-avalon&p=269768&viewfull=1#post269768

[PurpleLama]

http://www.sanatansociety.com/beeld/Paintings/Harish_Johari/Gods_and_goddesses/hj_go_vishnu_fish01_300.jpg

[Katyani]

I can't believe I haven't seen that film yet, Katyani ... I keep meaning to buy the DVD. The trailers I saw looked amazing. I just looked at a list of all the Tintin book titles, and experienced one of those memory jolt moments. The way we are immersed in books as children is really something. I'm sure you know what I mean when I say that the tiny people in our avatar pictures knew how to engage a story. That's a quality I try to keep alive in myself (apart from my Captain Haddock moments, obviously), because the acceptance and lack of preconception makes for a far more magical world.

I think it's perfect that you haven't seen that movie yet, now it's an experience still waiting. Isn't it starting to look like movie night here at the pub? So far, we have three: The Avengers, Faraway, So Close and The Big Blue.
I was also googling Tintin last night, all very close in my memory, too, down to the individual dialogues. I stopped short of posting cartoons, though, and fell asleep laughing, thinking about the Captain and Professor Calculus.
Yes, that total childhood immersion by which one could really engage a story and enter into it. Good on you for keeping that quality alive, I think that's commendable. If one wanted to make it all sound more sophisticated, I guess one could call it a phenomenological approach to life. But really, it's just pure, unadulterated fun and play. And magic.
Such freedom now, to write our own stories. This time, without the interruption of bedtimes, schedules and school duties.

[PurpleLama]

I've been long convinced that I live in a movie. Which in turn is adapted from a novel based on a true story, I suspect.

[Calz]

For you Calz. Although I dont frequent this thread much i heard your call out to the universe. This song always got me through some uneasy and struggling times. I created this Video awhile back. Hope it cheers you. Ps Stop shouting so much into the quantum field. People are trying to rest here. : )


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQ0I2N-Pa-g

Thanks so much WhiteFeather for your loving energy :thank_you2:

Cone of Quantum Silence activated :horn:

PL has his Image Ninja going on today :thumb:

[PurpleLama]

http://www.retromodo.co.uk/img/p/17745-19959-large.jpg

[PurpleLama]

http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VgSSznn0VD0/SpG-5o-Q1UI/AAAAAAAAEXk/o0eRp0tp7BA/s400/jesus-cat.jpg

[PurpleLama]

9jkowBtwnHM

[Alekahn]

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submerged prisms we are, forgotten and slumbering ways of being
are being remembered they are. neverbeforeseen birds are
emerging from the depths and high upon shadowed cliffs...
we of other and all kind step lightly, brilliantly onto the tightropes
of density and delicate threads of destiny ~ we dance.
peering fearlessly into a seeming abyss as we twirl and spiral.

multi~faceted and agile wings becoming 'whole against the sky'.

all whilst working 'overtime', in time and
on the periphery of time! :eek:

may we truly create what we speak these coming days
may it be so. may i listen more than i speak. :tape2:

:nod:


blessed be


16371

(for Calz :wave: some underground soul music while you work)
t9cgpd89Vdo

P.S. for the record, i was involved in a serious car accident right in front of
Chubby Checkers home in Valley Forge round about the early '90's.
A drunk corporate executive hit me from behind, as i was making a left turn.
The very first words out of his mouth were,
"We don't have to call the police!" Go figure.
Love Chubby...a beloved musician with verve!

[Borden]

I love that beautiful bit of writing, Alekahn.

I know some of us are not feeling our happiest right now, and I just remembered this piece and played it, and it felt good to me anyway, so I reckon it couldn't hurt to post it here.

k574ZlzTo_I

[WhiteFeather]

For you Calz. Although I dont frequent this thread much i heard your call out to the universe. This song always got me through some uneasy and struggling times. I created this Video awhile back. Hope it cheers you. Ps Stop shouting so much into the quantum field. People are trying to rest here. : )


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQ0I2N-Pa-g

Thanks so much WhiteFeather for your loving energy :thank_you2:

Cone of Quantum Silence activated :horn:

PL has his Image Ninja going on today :thumb:

I got your back my brother. And I know you have mine. Soon youll be at Peace, Im sure. And then you whilst enjoy some Rest and Relaxation.


In Oneness Infinitely. <W.f.>

[WhiteFeather]

For you Calz. The working man.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UDxahkQUiQE

[Calz]

For you Calz. The working man.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UDxahkQUiQE

My 15 year old is absolutely crazy about Rush. He has the benefit of my extensive cd collection and the good taste to appreciate the music from our era (yours and mine) as opposed to what is out there today.

As for peace ... we have some family fun in store tonight as my other son (10 year old) is in a school play so we get to go watch that.

Thanks again for your kind thoughts.

PS - Sid is posting again at TOT in case you want to drop by :laser:

[songsfortheotherkind]

I love that beautiful bit of writing, Alekahn.

I know some of us are not feeling our happiest right now, and I just remembered this piece and played it, and it felt good to me anyway, so I reckon it couldn't hurt to post it here.


I absolutely love this band. Here's the song that got me started. It still makes me dance. :)


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hnAwPeqrdAk

[songsfortheotherkind]

http://creoflick.net/images/Stunning-Fantasy-Art-5714.jpg

It always is.


Here is what the signal is telling me, in ever stronger ways:

focus on what it is that you want, not what you don't want; use the inner compass to focus on, not the external noise and distraction. I'm always living looking *out* at others in a way that is entangling; it's not that I'm looking at their Art, I'm getting caught in the weeds of their stories and the program within me that says I'm supposed to do something about their entanglement and my entanglement in their stories. Then we all get caught.

I had a very real example of this in my live in relationship. I was fighting my way out of the entanglement by looking at the entanglement, which only resulted in me thrashing around horribly, which was horrible for us both: I love Triffid Hunter, I just don't love his construments and entanglements that have had me caught for the past three years. It got awful and we both went to sleep in despair and numbness because I couldn't figure out what I needed to do. I have experienced a return of my dreaming- and I'm so glad that I can't do it as lucidly as is possible yet, because I sure as heck don't want to be totally sentient in those dreams- yet in the morning I woke up with a really clear signal.

I was able to demonstrate to him how things have been for me, and what I have been caught up in, and what I'm doing about it, in a simple, clear fashion, aided by simply props and body language. It works out thusly- I look at your Art I'm fine; any sense of obligation in having to participate in your stories about me, I'm screwed; I'm going to keep looking in the direction of my compass, which is leading me towards the things that I want to participate in.

I'm not passive in my 'Verse. I experience my Self as Creator -still in training, perhaps, and still Creator- so I'm always approaching things from that perspective. I am the Artist, not a passive recipient that simply needs to accept everything directed or sent my way; there's a difference between resistance and embracing experience as the fodder of evolution; in my evolution process, there's still a sense of 'hmm, that's not working for me, what is more in harmony with my purpose and intent?' and go for that. I'm never going to sit around and accept things that are not mine; I don't have to resist them, I don't have to accept them, I can create something new with the elements I've been given.

The only way I can do that is to keep using my singular frequency to guide me. At this point in time I have to keep looking at it- the five second bump thing that's happening- and I know how fast I become adept at things, so I know it's like learning to drive, soon I'll be doing it mostly on automatic. That's what I'm doing now, it's like having a compass in my hand that I have to keep checking to orient my Self.

So I told Triffid I wasn't prepared to get entangled in his stories about me: if he finds me blah blah blah then he's not going to get any resistance from me, I'm not going to defend my Self against all that noise anymore, I'm going to accept that his stories are how he sees things and I'm going to turn towards the signal within me and keep following that.

I'm discovering how much entanglement there is in relationships; weedy, insidious entanglement that catches us in the space and can keep us from following the true signal for the rest of our lives. It did with my mother and her siblings, and my grandparents, and others I have observed; this congealing of passion into some weird kind of stasis where the two Beings are in orbit around the misshapen astroid that has become their lives, feeling like they're in motion when all they are in is a tight, repetitive orbit in a greater orbit that keeps following the same decaying path over and over again.

Relationships as Vogon spacecraft. Erk. There are those who avoid this, of course, because they either are naturally immune to getting off their path, or because they've picked up through early experience how to avoid it; my focus has been too psychonaut before now to see what was happening- heh, one of the downsides of the tendency to introversion. However, I've had some head-through-the-wall experiences lately that have forced me to pay attention and I've had my 'oh, AH!', slice of lemon around the brick moment with it all.

I have long had experience with partners that were happy to kick me when I was down, because their idea of me being down didn't tally with my own experience and so they'd kick thinking I wasn't down, I was just looking for something on the floor. I'm using my hologram crystal now and it's showing much, much more what is right for me.

http://songsfortheotherkind.com/Pan_and_Selene.jpg

I want to experience being embraced for *all* that I am, not just bits and pieces; if I'm full of stars, or if I'm horned and jet eyed, or struggling temporarily with being human and lost. I'm holding up my glittering compass and I'm living into that: I took the first step yesterday with Triffid and I'm going to keep using my signal to light up my path.

Curtis posted me a song, the lyrics of which were so wonderful they carried me into a new and different world: I discovered when I held up my compass that my signal and the world in that space matched. I was so surprised. I still haven't been able to find a picture that captures that absolute sense of wonder I felt. The magic between Pan and Selene is a different element of that expression and I love this Art. That's a signal that works for me.

So now I am exploring a new landscape, one that's always been in me *and* that I haven't really been prepared to fully step into before. I'm here now, holding my compass up and am prepared to follow it, no matter what, because I really want me.

[Mike]

so yeah, there i am. 2 or 3 yrs old. something. not sure, really.

note: though i appear to be Katyani's or Cerwiddan's long lost sister, i am unaware of any relation.

fact #1: many were the times that my mother was complimented on her "beautiful little DAUGHTER".
fact #2: my parents have an obscene collection of family photos, and i was defeated before i even opened the box, honestly. after 5 mins i was sweating, and after 20 i was panicking because i didn't think i'd find a single pic of myself where i didn't appear subnormal. i know i look a mile away in this one, and could be any kid really; i'll do better next time. pub promise.

Calz, my man, complain away about your job. don't hold back. a sh!t job is just as bad as anything else, really -- maybe not as traumatic seeming, maybe not as immediately disconcerting -- more like a slow suicide, actually -- but the result is the same either way: soul rot.

let me tell you guys how i lost a woman and a job in 1 night...(just happened last week, actually)

first off, don't feel bad for me; i could care less. honestly. in fact, it wouldn't be an overstatement to say that i'm thrilled. i was seeing this girl on and off for 6 months or so (college girl. beautiful. 10 years my junior. yes, i'm bragging) now, i'm not one of these cavemen that think that women belong in the kitchen, not even remotely, but if you're living with me and i'm busting my ass to pay all the bills n buy all the food etc, then i expect some sort of reciprocal form of respect. maybe make a meal here n there, do a little cleaning, dishes, so forth. reasonable, right?

well, this girl had all sorts of ideas about saving the world but couldn't wash out a coffee cup. mention this to her and she'll say: "washing coffee cups isn't important". unfortunately, it is, especially to a man who has just worked 8 hours straight plus 2 overtimes on a turret lathe. you begin by saving the world one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics.

so at the end of this particular shift i'm as stiff as a board. can hardly put a jacket on or lift my arms. i'm driving home and i attempt to stick my left hand out of the window to indicate a left turn signal (once, while drunk, i ripped the whole blinker stick off the steering wheel in a fit of frustration (another story) since that event i've been plagued by traffic tickets, all for, you guessed it, not signaling) i just managed to get my wrist to the window to stick out 1 little finger. my arm would not lift anymore and the pain was ridiculous, so ridiculous that i began to laugh, it seemed funny as hell, that little finger sticking out in obedience to the boys in blue, the night black n empty, nobody around, and me making that chickensh!t signal to a halfwind. the laughter came and i almost crashed into a parked car while steering, laughing, trying to make it with the other lousy arm. not sure how i made it home. i decided to quit my job right then n there...

(to be continued in next post. this is getting long and i fear i'll lose it....)

[Mike]

so i'll try to wrap this up here...

i get home and the sink is filled with dirty dishes, half eaten tuna cans, stale n greasy water and maybe even jimmy hoffa's corpse for all i know. i lay in bed next to her and she's reading 'THe New Yorker' -- currently she's fascinated with this writer guy named Oates or Coates or Chaos or somebody, who writes exceedingly dull prose that fills the long columns between the liquor and fashion ads with yawns and then always ends up like with say this guy with a complete collection of Verdi and a bacardi hangover murdering a little 3 yr old girl in blue jumpers in some dirty new york alley at 4:13 in the afternoon. this is the New Yorkers editor's balling and subnormal idea of avant-garde sophistication -- meaning death always wins and there's dirt under our fingernails. anyway, it hit me right there n then and i knew she had to go. i usually dread these circumstances -- breaking it off with someone -- but between the job and the dishes and the New Yorker i'd had it. it was almost joyful. i cleared my throat and i think she knew it was coming. and then i began:

"baby, listen, we gotta talk..."

she didn't take it too well. there were screams n tears n tears n screams, but for once i didn't let it soften me. i ended it right then n there. and quit my job the next day. and let me tell you: i feel great! i've picked up this painting gig too, no time card to swipe, no boss, no nothin. just working at my leisure.

i know it's different for you Calz, with a family to support and all that, but if you wanna quit and become painting partners, i sure could use the help my friend;)

[Debra]

That's right..and they know how to move, somewhat camouflaged, in many different terrains.

http://onthisdayinfashion.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/8-5-Veruschka-fashion-statement.jpg

Many terrains, Katyani. Too many. I try to be too much. I think this is the message I am getting here - but I love you all for the Zebra report.

I don´t whether to laugh or cry at the moment but coming back here, my joy levels are bounding back.

Calz, thank you for the blue hand to help me come down from being high on the cliff ;)

However, as the self appointed Pub Club attache for awesome ****e intelligence out there .. I shall be keeping an eye on that Little Black Pope Joy Boy and his Reptile Queen, working the door.

Absof&//ckingloutely ! :p

Here to love and protect my Pub

Bless you ALL xxx

[Mike]

songs, you lovely harlot;), where is everyone? i finally have a few mins to play and everyone's gone. what the heck?

i'm so so tired anyway. been in the sun all damn day and ready to go beddy-bye.

zzzzzzzzzzz............

[Debra]

Chinaski ..
Good night. Great to see you back :cheer2:

[Mike]

Chinaski ..
Good night. Great to see you back :cheer2:



thanks Zebra!:hug:

g'night!

[Debra]

[QUOTE=Alekahn;490994]

may we truly create what we speak these coming days
[I]may it be so. may i listen more than i speak. :tape2:
]


Those words resonate so perfectly for me Alekahn. You distill the IS so well. I have already slipped them over me and I am going to wear them in.

THANK you

LHxv75z53ek

*First time I saw Ash Grunwald - a new song started playing in me. Funny, as I write, it has just occurred to me, that was 7 years ago.
Conscious creation, I am ready to begin, again. :boom:

[jackovesk]

:mod: Mods could you please consider putting this 'Thread' as a Sticky...

Thanks for your consideration...

Rgs,

Jack

[ThePythonicCow]

:mod: Mods could you please consider putting this 'Thread' as a Sticky...

I've never quite known what to make of this thread ... so I tend to just let it be, as is.

... seems to work :).

[songsfortheotherkind]

so i'll try to wrap this up here...

Any guy who, while driving *alone* in his car (and thus has nobody to amuse or impress) can laugh so much at the ridiculousness of his own cooked spaghetti arms that he nearly prangs into a parked car is my kind of guy. I have done similar things, including losing the hilarity plot at the most inappropriate and unfortunate moments that I now think it's simply genetically encoded into me: I have hung out of car windows at 6am and congenially offered drivers enduring the tedium of waiting at traffic lights a boredom busting, hash loaded bong and when declined, have offered them a wine glass of bubbly instead. It was heartening how many times the latter was accepted. :D

Orstralia, mate. I'm livin' in it.


i get home and the sink is filled with dirty dishes, half eaten tuna cans, stale n greasy water and maybe even jimmy hoffa's corpse for all i know.

See, I have an entire family this grubby. One day, when I grow up, I'm going to have my own house. :D

http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpum8nVOOO1r0hxvco1_400.jpg

Ooky, spooky and kookie doesn't mean disgusting- Morticia knew how to keep the place in elegant disorder. Amusingly, Tish is one of my nicknames. It's one of those Australian irony things, like calling a really short guy Lurch, or a really big guy Tiny: in my case, I am not tall, willowy or black haired, so Tish makes perfect sense.


i lay in bed next to her and she's reading 'THe New Yorker' -- currently she's fascinated with this writer guy named Oates or Coates or Chaos or somebody, who writes exceedingly dull prose that fills the long columns between the liquor and fashion ads with yawns and then always ends up like with say this guy with a complete collection of Verdi and a bacardi hangover murdering a little 3 yr old girl in blue jumpers in some dirty new york alley at 4:13 in the afternoon. this is the New Yorkers editor's balling and subnormal idea of avant-garde sophistication -- meaning death always wins and there's dirt under our fingernails. anyway, it hit me right there n then and i knew she had to go. i usually dread these circumstances -- breaking it off with someone -- but between the job and the dishes i'd had it. it was almost joyful. i cleared my throat and i think she knew it was coming. and then i began:

"baby, listen, we gotta talk..."

Urgh! That crappy kind of writing! See, that there is a clue. Crappy writing fan! Ick. What hope is there for a future? Crappy writing and Withnail kitchens- they're only amusing if you don't actually have to live with them.


i ended it right then n there. and quit my job the next day. and let me tell you: i feel great! i've picked up this painting gig too, no time card to swipe, no boss, no nothin. just working at my leisure. i know it's different for you Calz, with a family to support and all that, but if you wanna quit and become painting partners, i sure could use the help my friend;)

yay for feeling great! boo for no sex. Yay for not having to trade sex for living in a withnail kitchen! boo for no sex. yay for a crappy writing free zone! boo for no sex. Yay for-

[songsfortheotherkind]

I have already slipped them over me and I am going to wear them in.
Conscious creation, I am ready to begin, again. :boom:

You have just summed up what's happening for me too, in the most joyous way imaginable- I have laughed and talked my beloved Cerridwen's ear off this day, I'm so full of delight at my own creative rising I feel too big for my skin. I'm rising and rising, phoenix reborn, so fast my evolutions that my transformations happen in the spaces between breaths.

It seems to me that here on the board we have gone through the stillness before the birth, and for some the transitions are proving rough, but we're birthing our Selves into new forms. This rocks my stripey witch's socks. That does it- this week I'm going to go find a second hand pair of Docs in my size, and I'm covering them in red glitter.

There's a fun project for whoever wants to get into it- our Pub footwear club, the Boots Of Evolving, getting a pair of whatever floats your boat and decorating them for suitable Superbeing attire- at least the kind of superbeings we are here in the Pub. Then post the pics.

I have some creative projects I'm planning that I'm wanting to post pics of when they're done. Let's see how that goes. :D

[songsfortheotherkind]

I've never quite known what to make of this

http://image.shutterstock.com/display_pic_with_logo/411088/411088,1260089683,1/stock-photo-cute-goblin-girl-walking-42272584.jpg

hehh hehh hehh, I've had people say that about me many, many times....

and given that this man's pic showed up repeatedly when I did a search for 'goblin girl', I figure I is in good company. Huzzah!

http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7HSg1l8Ccc/TOI_s1wiSbI/AAAAAAAAFZY/obrDRYAFSug/s1600/frank-zappa.jpg

It seems we're just as wonderfully fringe and strange as he was and that works for me- it is, after all, a dangerous kitchen out there... :D

[songsfortheotherkind]

songs, you lovely harlot;), where is everyone?

You call me a harlot? I've never even *done* anything to you and-

http://www.glitterboom.com/img/sexy/003.gif



Oh, you're calling me that because I haven't done anything to you?



selfish man, you made me worry about you, so no licks for you.




At least, not right now.

[songsfortheotherkind]

http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l218/Melody_031/Album/gomez.jpg


Dirty pool, old man.

[songsfortheotherkind]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NAxss9rtRyk

why this video? Because I love lyrics, the imagery and the sign language at the end. It's saying the things I want to say.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NAxss9rtRyk

I love the retro 60's feel of this. I'm not so hot on the idea of 'needing' someone, the rest is fun. :)

[Ol' Roy]

Maybe, I'm a dirty old man??? But you make me laugh, Songs! I'll have what she is having, double. Drinks are on the house! Glad to see you're bubbly self back. You Ausies are something else! Fun loving people! Met several in California and Hawaii. Love you guys!

[Borden]

I don't understand whether there's something in the air, some alignment of the planets, or something sympathetic and more 'local' going on with the people who post here. How did you describe it, Songsy? A moment of stillness while waiting to be born? It feels as though the world is holding it's breath with head cocked, listening.

Songsy, that 'watcher' side of me seems to be horning in on even my usual water-treading blither, distraction and destruction. I'm trying to disconnect this sense of what's happening from my sense of loss and sadness, because I'm aware that there's no Creation in that. At least none whose art I want hanging on the walls of my inner gallery. There's already enough of this ...

http://cdn.bitrebels.netdna-cdn.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/The-Joker-Scream-by-ben6835.jpg

I thought your description of so many relationships was particularly eloquent, Songsy.

Chinaski, you little cutie, heh heh ... it sounds like whatever it is I'm picking up on, you're doing it Chinaski style. And writing about it excellently.

As for that brilliant Gomez picture, Songsy ... all I can say is ...

http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100108174927/addamsfamily/images/b/be/Gomez_1991.jpg

Cara Mia!

[songsfortheotherkind]

http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/goodolga/goodolga1105/goodolga110500064/9656399-woman-like-mermaid-in-wet-dress-in-lake.jpg

a few things have clicked a metaphor into place for me-

Katyani's posting of underwater connections and my responses to that

Many of the images that have been posted either by me or in response to me that involve underwater dancers or individuals

my own love of the water, water environments and underwater dance

water being a major element of my emotional and fluid nature

my tendency to see my Self exploring the depths of my psyche as an underwater exploration

I experience my internal emotional Self as moving underwater, frequently my hair or clothes move in my mind like I'm underwater and I feel emotions, particularly love, in a way that moves within me like a seal or otter

The sudden recollection from Crash and Burn that I used to use a lot more sign language when I spoke than what I do now

Today I was talking with my beautiful Cerridwen and I was talking about the way I communicate- suddenly I was describing the way I talk as 'sonar' and describing the way that I'm always sending out the signal so that I can get the information back. We spoke together as the understanding unfolded within me and it continues to unfold: for me, I really need the feedback from so many nuances and angles because I can't 'see' without it and I'm looking at so many layers of information simultaneously that I need the feedback the same way.

I've never thought of it that way because I have never thought of my Self as a water creature: I don't like to be in the sea, I don't like salt water, I don't resonate to the mermaid thing- I've met some merfolk, they're not my signal- and I've never connected the sonar thing as a result.

When dolphin sonar is turned into mathematics a simple click becomes a huge stream of information. The complexity beneath the simple sounding clicks and bleeps is astounding and if it was written or spoken it would be volumes. That's how I experience language the way it's currently used-devoid of the richness and complexity of signal and multiple streams of information; in this cyber medium I am blind because I can't read the pictures in other's minds and I have to sometimes search in frustration for images that at least come close to what I'm trying to convey. It is, however, better than simply writing.

I realise I've been thinking I'm a limited telepath and at the same time the recent comment in the djinn article regarding the 'think-feeling' speech has clued me in big time that perhaps my telepathy isn't limited at all; perhaps it's working how it works and the ideas regarding being able to 'see' symbols and words clearly is a human distortion that simply cripples the actual function. I 'hear' answers to things a lot, especially around numbers and things like that, and I get so frustrated talking with those who cannot 'throw' pictures in any way as I feel like I'm feeling around in dark and muddy waters-

http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/goodolga/goodolga1105/goodolga110500062/9656406-woman-like-mermaid-in-wet-dress-in-lake.jpg

oh lol, there it is again!-

and I can't figure out what they're meaning- how on earth can they figure it out with so little signal?

I'm also someone who has always been able to 'read' sign language- I love hanging out with those deaf individuals who refuse to speak anything other than sign- and I truly suck when I can't physically see who it is that I'm speaking to because I'm keyed for visual cues in a big way. I used to speak in sign all the time- I'd go through times when I'd refuse to speak so my family learned the sign I'd use and all my older kids are cued visually as a result.

At various times I've copped a lot of flak about how much I write or speak. I'm going to give that flak the finger from now on, because that's just like blinding the Man Who Fell To Earth because of dismissing who and what he truly is: I'm a Being built for psychic rainbows and auroras and information streaming through me in a glorious sonar ecstasy and I'm living in a black and white and psychically silent world.

It's why when someone actually gets it and sends me messages in music and pictures and word paintings I am undone and remade. I am walking in this world as if in water, surrounded by the muffled and confused noise of minds so contorted and jangly that they can't throw anything clearly; they fill the space with so much dissonance that I have to send out my signal continuously just to find something that makes sense. In the process I have become jangly and contorted my Self, thrashing about within the nets of my own mind, sometimes sinking to the bottom in exhaustion before I can begin to saw my way out of the ropes.

http://data.whicdn.com/images/9786610/2a-granny-copyright-zena-h_large.jpg

I put the signal pieces together the best way that I can and wait for the day when I won't have to do that anymore because those around me will be able to sing with their minds as well as their mouths.

And I've just written that and suddenly I'm experiencing a physical storm in my frontal lobes that has turned into a feeling of heat and pressure and I'm feeling slightly overwhelmed. Something just shifted within me big time. I wonder what's coming now. I also wonder if it's part of this shift that I feel internally big time, the energy that Borden and I have been talking about tonight and the one he just posted about.

Something feels like it's building and I'm expanding into the signal willingly.

[songsfortheotherkind]

As for that brilliant Gomez picture, Songsy ... all I can say is ...

Cara Mia!

http://data.whicdn.com/images/19199967/tumblr_lvwecaM49o1qca4mdo1_400_thumb.gif

You know both the foreign language *and* the Gomez thing works for me...


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2tJbksW6qkk&feature=related


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zIC2aMlqEZk

[songsfortheotherkind]

I don't understand whether there's something in the air, some alignment of the planets, or something sympathetic and more 'local' going on with the people who post here. How did you describe it, Songsy? A moment of stillness while waiting to be born? It feels as though the world is holding it's breath with head cocked, listening.

Yes, that's what I've been living with this evening, an increasing sense of something waking in me- this


the world is holding it's breath with head cocked, listening


Songsy, that 'watcher' side of me seems to be horning in on even my usual water-treading blither, distraction and destruction. I'm trying to disconnect this sense of what's happening from my sense of loss and sadness, because I'm aware that there's no Creation in that. At least none whose art I want hanging on the walls of my inner gallery. There's already enough of this ...

Then all I can say is, go towards what you want, even if you have only one thing, one idea, one vague nebulous blob of possibility. Hold up your compass and go with that, because the only other place you've been looking has been flogging you and I understand why and all that, it's not the point I'm making. I'm not even thinking about why I should or shouldn't follow my signal at the moment, I'm just holding it up and seeing where it takes me. I never wanted for your gallery to be filled with pictures like that and I still don't, it's hard to watch you paint your Self into a corner when you're doing it.

There are strange sounds and calls in the air tonight, I can hear them literally outside the window. It's getting really interesting, my whole Being is sitting up with its little pointy ears quivering...

[PurpleLama]

http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3gHlPTTic3g/TxtGpLjHI6I/AAAAAAAAApQ/bk2fYn-c7kQ/s1600/waterdragon.jpg

[PurpleLama]

http://www.heartscenter.org/Portals/0/426/7-violet-purple-flames-tm-1-500.jpg

[PurpleLama]

http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/081/0/b/Purple_Pond_by_silverstar_alchemist.jpg

[Katyani]

There is indeed a lot of energy shifting, it's been building up for a while and tomorrow may be the culmination.
We'll experience a planetary alignment that apparently hasn't occurred in some 25000 years.


http://api.ning.com/files/gGMVzCxnxrV2S6zynwuyfaPGTGXPR9SO4qFhtvkUYaDowyui3B0EQZ9OAoBYJXdEMxHe4vKIuNIRUUBxTPU-qGE4zj4JAwHR/alignment.jpg

[PurpleLama]

sM1Ahn0Osjo

[songsfortheotherkind]

Lama, you are indeed the wizard of awesomely strange music.

[songsfortheotherkind]

There is indeed a lot of energy shifting, it's been building up for a while and tomorrow may be the culmination. We'll experience a planetary alignment that apparently hasn't occurred in some 25000 years.

Well, it's baking *my* noggin in a big way that's for sure. It's shifting between 'ah f*uck this is wondrous' and 'ah f*uck this is unbearable, make it stop', which sounds pretty much like birth, evolution and/or some kinds of really amazing sex, so the energy seems about right.

Interplanetary tantra! Wah-hoo! Now that would certainly give world peace a cosmic boost, heh heh heh... :P

[PurpleLama]

There is indeed a lot of energy shifting, it's been building up for a while and tomorrow may be the culmination. We'll experience a planetary alignment that apparently hasn't occurred in some 25000 years.

Well, it's baking *my* noggin in a big way that's for sure. It's shifting between 'ah f*uck this is wondrous' and 'ah f*uck this is unbearable, make it stop', which sounds pretty much like birth, evolution and/or some kinds of really amazing sex, so the energy seems about right.

Interplanetary tantra! Wah-hoo! Now that would certainly give world peace a cosmic boost, heh heh heh... :P


BXSmYHEpn7w

[songsfortheotherkind]

It feels bad if I constrict, so I'm having to focus on expansion and expansion-

argh, it feels like surrender and I *always* have an issue with that one! lol.

[songsfortheotherkind]

Apparently it *is* surrender and I just had all kinds of lessons about the support I have with that. It seems either my Pan and my Otherkind beloved are closer to this dimensional reality than they've ever been, or I'm getting better at slipping the veil.

For any that I'm connected with energetically here that just had a major 'wtf? arrrghh, not now, I'm operating heavy machinery!' moment, apologies. For those that may have enjoyed it, you're welcome. As for me, I'm loving this new expression of energy.

[PurpleLama]

It's relaxing yourself deep down in your guts.

[songsfortheotherkind]

It's relaxing yourself deep down in your guts.

*grins* I happen to suck at that, long term anxiety disorder and other flibble. I'm working on getting better at relaxing (which is a trust thing for me) *and* it's not something I really learn in isolation. Right now I'm leaning into trusting my immediate space and energy, because there's a lot going on that is causing me annoyance in the practical realms. It's all learnin', that's for sure. I'm working on getting my inner voice back on line, it's kind of sucky without it.

[Calz]

:mod: Mods could you please consider putting this 'Thread' as a Sticky...

I've never quite known what to make of this thread ... so I tend to just let it be, as is.

... seems to work :).

... threadfortheotherkind ...

works for me :dirol:

[Mike]

:mod: Mods could you please consider putting this 'Thread' as a Sticky...

Thanks for your consideration...

Rgs,

Jack


i thanked this post, though i'm still paranoid that 'ol Jack is making fun of us again.;)

if you are, good one; if not, that's good too. would be nice if you added your color (pun intended) to the pub.

Jack, you lovely bastard, what say you?

[Mike]

It feels bad if I constrict, so I'm having to focus on expansion and expansion-

argh, it feels like surrender and I *always* have an issue with that one! lol.



expansion can be frightening, as can surrender. it involves a trust that i'm not sure i possess.

also, and maybe i'm talking outta my ass, but i always feel this sense of impending annihilation when it comes to trusting unknown quantities --i.e., if i accept what's on the other side of that commitment i'll become part of it and lose something of myself, something i won't be able to get back.

this applies in matters of love in particular. if you're vulnerable and highly susceptible to being wounded, as i am, you are fully aware of the consequences of letting go and perhaps getting hurt, hurt in ways that contaminate every cell in your body with an awesome grief, hurt that causes a helplessness in your solar plexus that literally causes one to buckle over in response to the discomfort; hurt that will have ramifications for years, inspiring mental and emotional pathologies that one doesn't even realize one has acquired until many many yrs later.

in other words, falling in love, especially for a neurotic mess such as myself , is, ironically, one of the most dangerous things i can do. and the question becomes: is it worth it? you know intellectually that you lose if you *don't* take that risk, and yet that is still balanced by the danger that one knows exists out there for a hypersensitive, soft-bellied and emotionally distorted individual such as myself.

what to do? what to do?

i'm not even sure where you were going with that Songs, and i'm going to stop now because i've begun to ramble...

i was in love once, many many moons ago, and it ended badly; just heard this song on the radio and it always reminded me of this wonderfully enchanting woman that crushed me so...



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3_AmlbJazok

[Katyani]

This is where I am today.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LMvBAAir4Fw&feature=endscreen&NR=1

[Curt]

Hey Songsy,

Here's a silly little thing I wrote a few years back. I hope it gives you a smile and a tickle....

The perfect poem blooms like a rose,
then bowls 300,
all while cracking a walnut
in its gleaming white teeth.
It drinks only caffeinated beverages,
eats Applejax three meals a day
without brushing.
It never washes, yet smells of sun-dried linen.
The perfect poem finds missing persons by reading the seeds
of a pickle, while whistling the opening sequence
to Twin Peaks.
It collects Bavarian beer steins.
It is liked
by children
and animals.
The perfect poem invites you inside,
offers you its very own easy chair,
butters you up a Corn Toasty, and
asks for permission to bed your wife.
It borrows your pen, fires off a suggestion
for a tastier cream cheese,
which it presents to you
like a prescription.
When the perfect poem is done
it darts off into the night,
leaving fleshy, cuddlesome images
in its wake,
followed by a vague feeling of Christmastime,
then the taste of cherry pie.

[Mike]

Hey Songsy,

Here's a silly little thing I wrote a few years back. I hope it gives you a smile and a tickle....

The perfect poem blooms like a rose,
then bowls 300,
all while cracking a walnut
in its gleaming white teeth.
It drinks only caffeinated beverages,
eats Applejax three meals a day
without brushing.
It never washes, yet smells of sun-dried linen.
The perfect poem finds missing persons by reading the seeds
of a pickle, while whistling the opening sequence
to Twin Peaks.
It collects Bavarian beer steins.
It is liked
by children
and animals.
The perfect poem invites you inside,
offers you its very own easy chair,
butters you up a Corn Toasty, and
asks for permission to bed your wife.
It borrows your pen, fires off a suggestion
for a tastier cream cheese,
which it presents to you
like a prescription.
When the perfect poem is done
it darts off into the night,
leaving fleshy, cuddlesome images
in its wake,
followed by a vague feeling of Christmastime,
then the taste of cherry pie.



awesome Curtis!

truthfully, when i started i was worried for you, thinking this would be a rhyming poem of some sort, one that i would have to thank and pretend to like just because i'm fond of you.

however, i was pleasantly surprised and have already read the thing 3 times and it's frickin great. no pretentious sh!t, no rhymes, no flowery-ness. thanks for sharing it Curtis!

about a yr ago i began writing poems in the style of charles bukowski, simple things that sort of read like short stories more than anything else. i forgot i had them until i checked my 'drafts' a couple weeks ago. though most of them caused me to blush and sweat in embarrassment, i was pleasantly surprised to find a few gems. i may post later if i develop the courage.

[Curt]

Hey Songsy,

Here's a silly little thing I wrote a few years back. I hope it gives you a smile and a tickle....

The perfect poem blooms like a rose,
then bowls 300,
all while cracking a walnut
in its gleaming white teeth.
It drinks only caffeinated beverages,
eats Applejax three meals a day
without brushing.
It never washes, yet smells of sun-dried linen.
The perfect poem finds missing persons by reading the seeds
of a pickle, while whistling the opening sequence
to Twin Peaks.
It collects Bavarian beer steins.
It is liked
by children
and animals.
The perfect poem invites you inside,
offers you its very own easy chair,
butters you up a Corn Toasty, and
asks for permission to bed your wife.
It borrows your pen, fires off a suggestion
for a tastier cream cheese,
which it presents to you
like a prescription.
When the perfect poem is done
it darts off into the night,
leaving fleshy, cuddlesome images
in its wake,
followed by a vague feeling of Christmastime,
then the taste of cherry pie.



awesome Curtis!

truthfully, when i started i was worried for you, thinking this would be a rhyming poem of some sort, one that i would have to thank and pretend to like just because i'm fond of you.

however, i was pleasantly surprised and have already read the thing 3 times and it's frickin great. no pretentious sh!t, no rhymes, no flowery-ness. thanks for sharing it Curtis!

about a yr ago i began writing poems in the style of charles bukowski, simple things that sort of read like short stories more than anything else. i forgot i had them until i checked my 'drafts' a couple weeks ago. though most of them caused me to blush and sweat in embarrassment, i was pleasantly surprised to find a few gems. i may post later if i develop the courage.

Thank you Chinaski,

I'm glad you liked it. And I definitely dig Bukowski in a serious way. He's one of the greats. What I love about him is he's got so much great material out there. I haven't even touched 90% of it. I figure if I pace it right, I'll be an old man before I run out of his stuff.

By the way, I'm glad to hear you're writing, man. I knew you would be, somehow, but it's just good to know you've carved out time to do it.

Have you ever read a guy called Richard Brautigan? I read one of his poems in the Outlaw Bible of American Poetry and it blew my mind. He's a lot like Buk, but totally with his own style. If you haven't read any of his stuff, google him and read a few things of his and see what you think.

When you've got some material you want to share, as and when you feel like it, I'd definitely be interested to read it, either via PM or here in the Pub.

[another bob]

falling in love, especially for a neurotic mess such as myself , is, ironically, one of the most dangerous things i can do. and the question becomes: is it worth it?


Don't rob yourself of what you're feeling, but don't hold too tightly to it either.

Abiding at the matrix of perception, the stillpoint where all suns and moons begin and end, stable in the thoughtless state of no anticipation, no regret, gently lift the Bride across the threshold of space and time -- heart steady, yielding, serene.

There's nowhere to go, nothing to do, but quietly unfasten the seven buttons as carefully as the night requires, humbly unveiling an innocence no stain of memory could taint, a presence towards which every creature's face thrusts forward from the same neck in speechless awe.

With senses drenched in the honeycomb nectar cycling as pure luminosity through the limitless space once thought of as this momentary body, it's easy to forget that everything changes.

In the western sky, a scarlet ribbon of vanishing light lingering long after sunset --

these words, and what they try to express, are all timed to the waning of that light, until even the night frogs fall silent in the fading velvet glow.

Some things need to be seen through tears, to finally come clear.

When I fell in love, I knew I was doomed.

The heartbreak of impermanence is always stalking us, testing us with what we can’t imagine living without -- gauging our reaction when it’s taken away.

Standing together in late winter light, she once held me close and whispered true,

“This sunlit moment streaming through is all that’s left of me and you."

[Mike]

falling in love, especially for a neurotic mess such as myself , is, ironically, one of the most dangerous things i can do. and the question becomes: is it worth it?


Don't rob yourself of what you're feeling, but don't hold too tightly to it either.

Abiding at the matrix of perception, the stillpoint where all suns and moons begin and end, stable in the thoughtless state of no anticipation, no regret, gently lift the Bride across the threshold of space and time -- heart steady, yielding, serene.

There's nowhere to go, nothing to do, but quietly unfasten the seven buttons as carefully as the night requires, humbly unveiling an innocence no stain of memory could taint, a presence towards which every creature's face thrusts forward from the same neck in speechless awe.

With senses drenched in the honeycomb nectar cycling as pure luminosity through the limitless space once thought of as this momentary body, it's easy to forget that everything changes.

In the western sky, a scarlet ribbon of vanishing light lingering long after sunset --

these words, and what they try to express, are all timed to the waning of that light, until even the night frogs fall silent in the fading velvet glow.

Some things need to be seen through tears, to finally come clear.

When I fell in love, I knew I was doomed.

The heartbreak of impermanence is always stalking us, testing us with what we can’t imagine living without -- gauging our reaction when it’s taken away.

Standing together in late winter light, she once held me close and whispered true,

“This sunlit moment streaming through is all that’s left of me and you."




that was beautiful Bob. thank you.

this line really stands out for me: 'the heartbreak of impermanence is always stalking us, testing us with what we imagine we can't live without -- gauging our reaction when it's taken away.'

[songsfortheotherkind]

It feels bad if I constrict, so I'm having to focus on expansion and expansion-

argh, it feels like surrender and I *always* have an issue with that one! lol.
expansion can be frightening, as can surrender. it involves a trust that i'm not sure i possess.

also, and maybe i'm talking outta my ass, but i always feel this sense of impending annihilation when it comes to trusting unknown quantities --i.e., if i accept what's on the other side of that commitment i'll become part of it and lose something of myself, something i won't be able to get back.

this applies in matters of love in particular. if you're vulnerable and highly susceptible to being wounded, as i am, you are fully aware of the consequences of letting go and perhaps getting hurt, hurt in ways that contaminate every cell in your body with an awesome grief, hurt that causes a helplessness in your solar plexus that literally causes one to buckle over in response to the discomfort; hurt that will have ramifications for years, inspiring mental and emotional pathologies that one doesn't even realize one has acquired until many many yrs later.

in other words, falling in love, especially for a neurotic mess such as myself , is, ironically, one of the most dangerous things i can do. and the question becomes: is it worth it? you know intellectually that you lose if you *don't* take that risk, and yet that is still balanced by the danger that one knows exists out there for a hypersensitive, soft-bellied and emotionally distorted individual such as myself.

what to do? what to do?

i'm not even sure where you were going with that Songs, and i'm going to stop now because i've begun to ramble...

i was in love once, many many moons ago, and it ended badly; just heard this song on the radio and it always reminded me of this wonderfully enchanting woman that crushed me so...

I'm going to answer this but I'll be moving your words around.


i'm not even sure where you were going with that Songs, and i'm going to stop now because i've begun to ramble...

where you've gone with it works absolutely for me and so I'm now going to go where I'm going to go with it. It's all getting rather Star Trek right now and I'd put in a 'boldly going' gif but I think that will spork my limit. So just mentally insert that picture about ------> here <--------- and we'll continue.


i was in love once, many many moons ago, and it ended badly; just heard this song on the radio and it always reminded me of this wonderfully enchanting woman that crushed me so...

This is going to be the starting point for me. I've been thinking about this a lot, because of something utterly unrelated to the direct experience of loving another: please bear with me while I set up the holograph signal of the ideas I'm transmitting (which is how water creatures like dolphins speak, think freshwater dolphin).

I am currently deliberately working on making my connection to my avatar more fluid: I want to astral travel and OOBE as easily as I did when I was a child and I want to start slipping through the veils at will, with as full a sentient experience-more, actually- as what I have in this one. I also want to be able to shift form as easily as I did when I was playing with the multiple personality structure- it's good for fluidity and opening lots of doorways, not so great in other ways, so I'm looking for another way. It requires a different kind of relationship with the avatar than what I currently have, a relationship which in turn seems to be largely unconscious, habitual, programmed and inherited.

So little of what is lived here is actually conscious. If I look at that, I experience a sense of panic and overwhelm, the idea of being that conscious in a world dedicated to unconsciousness and automatic responses. It's another area that I have to remap, my emotional and physical reaction to actually being here that consciously (based, of course, on things that happened as a kid)- and all of these elements are connected to the experience of 'love'.

My avatar has experienced physical death at least twice as a child: not seconds of it, but minutes of having my heart shocked back into action, machines breathing for me, people yelling in my ear kind of death. I don't have any recall of these experiences but my avatar does and the physical didn't like death at all, so it now does all kinds of unpleasant things when I experiment with the fluidity; I have unpleasant awakenings because it takes me a bit to come fully 'back in', I'm going so far out when I sleep now, and the body needs to freak out about the nebulous contact for ten minutes or so upon waking. It has a story and it's sticking to it.

This solid sticking to story seems to be the way things are done here, for obvious virus based reasons. I've waded through the molasses mentality of the deep virus programming in the past, I'm not going back there: one can't move in the multiverse with the speed and dexterity of an X-wing fighter if one's consciousness is built like a B-52. And people enter into relationships with the consciousness of a B-52, then wonder why they're so clunky, difficult to steer and in a heavy wind make everyone on board feel really ill.

Relationships are not about what matches with the partner you pick, but the woundedness you share: the universe is interested in Beings that can evolve, and Beings who are stuck in old stories can't do that, so the universe has been arranged to provide lessons in whatever is going to move the Being past the stuckness and into expansion and evolution again. That's why that thing happens when you watch someone you know pick the same partner again and again in a different body; same issues, same recycling, same attempt to try and heal the wounds that are holding back the evolution. Most get stuck there; some choose long term celibacy and no relationships, some choose casual or sex only connections that don't engage the emotional realms, some choose serial monogamy, very very few get the idea and work through it.

My first relationship was, I think, the only pure one I ever had and of course we were both so ferociously damaged that it was never going to work. I was just turned 17, he was 19, his name was Gypsy, he'd already spent years in detention first as a ward and then an an inmate for drug related crimes; he was a poet and a dreamer, had a habit of laughing silently with his shoulders shaking and he already knew his heroin addiction was going to kill him. He eventually sent me away because he didn't want me to be the one to find his body and because he'd just fallen foul of a dealer who was threatening to kill him and he didn't want to find *my* body. I was used to being sent away and accepted it.

My next partner was someone I did not love but was friends with; I'd decided I wanted a child and he was happy to oblige because I was clear I wanted to take care of the child my Self. I was working for his parents at their farm and on weekends would go motorbike riding with the local crew, of which he was a part. Things went tits up when I got pregnant- his parents started bleating about how I was just after their crappy dairy farm (there was in actual fact no way in hell I was going to dairy farm for the rest of my life) and in a fit of "I'll show YOU" he walked off the farm and into my flat. I was four months pregnant but, having had some vital part of my "I don't think so" disconnected by being molested from a young age, I had all these weird notions that it would all be ok and he was, after all, not a bad guy. Until a few weeks later when he beat me up for something I'd done he didn't like. I was so afraid he would do something to the baby inside me that I went into deer in headlights mode and stayed that way for nearly 18 months, when he hit our one year old daughter. I snapped out of it then and was gone within days, although it was a difficult process to actually get free of him. During that time he put me in hospital several times, once for a week where I floated in and out of a coma.

I have had six major relationships in my life, including three marriages. In none of them was I ever really conscious, although with Triffid I did think I had more of a clue- and that would be no. I just recently did the same thing again with someone else! And you know what? It was the best thing I could ever have done, because the bullet train evolution I got from it has brought together a whole heap of threads that I didn't think were interconnected.

I wish we had a mindmap facility on this board, it would be much easier to illustrate.

Essentially, the idea that anyone else can hurt me is a myth. The way I hurt me is that I buy into a contorted story about what being with another individual means- and when I stop and really look at that one the whole thing is absolute bollocks. There is never, ever going to be anything truly interesting or useful or wonderful created when I'm looking at someone else's compass and Being instead of my own and that's how we're trained to do relationship here. Clusterf*uck city from waaaaaaay before we've ever entertained the idea of relationships. Then, after the Hulk Smash emotional experience, we then make up a heap of Bluebeard style warning stories to tell ourselves and others about the perils of relationships and the pain that lurks within.

Well, yes, being unconscious does result in pain- if we were this obtuse back in the dinosaur days we'd have been lunch before the curtains opened on the play. There is a mythology that those Beings who were around at the time of the dinosaurs were in a perpetual state of PTSD due to the constant danger, but that's rubbish that is easily disproved by observing those tribes that still live in close contact with the natural world (and thus the natural dangers that go along with that world)- they're *alert* and *conscious* but they don't spend their whole lives jumping at shadows because they know how to put trauma down when it's finished- they don't hold onto things that don't serve them well. Contrast this with the insane meaning making that the so called advanced world creates about everything.

We got hurt because there were things we couldn't see. We see differently now. We can choose what kind of Art we turn that seeing into, with armour and defenses-

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or with willingness to stand where it could be scary if I wanted to look at it that way, or it could be wondrous and astounding and just be ok with that

http://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/archive/02131/fearless_2131506i.jpg

-believe me, I'm really afraid of heights (due to vertigo) *and* I've been afraid of intimacy more. You know what I found at the bottom of my fear of intimacy? A fear of my Self. It's not someone else that can hurt me, it's me, what I *think* about what's happening, the stories I make up about it, the way I take my eyes off my compass and start looking at someone else for my path. I'd been told that all that entanglement crap is connecting and intimacy, blibble blibble, and if I didn't like the entanglement then clearly I had an issue with relationships.

*makes rude blurting noises*

Here's how it is for me now: I'm utterly grateful for the emotional splat I went through recently because I've used it to expand my willingness to connect with my Self- and therefore others- rather than constrict. Instead of adding to my armour I've been discarding it as I'm walking along, moving the pieces around in front of me as I go, holding my shimmering compass in the air in front of me with my mind as I look at the world through its lens and here's what I see: I see relationships as the co-creation between two Artists who live their entire life as their Art.

Triffid is beginning to see that his whole Artistic focus is on his computers and his programming and while this can be a valid choice he's living into a dissonance, because he also thinks he wants me and his family while being prepared to put very very little energy into the latter. He's in the process of working out which is true, which is what the universe provides- the opportunity to evolve, to discover if these ideas we're cruising around with have any basis at all in our conscious mode or if they're just more useless noise. Remember that thing I wrote about the amount of noise individuals are emitting and I can't get a clear signal on anything? Yeah, that.

Two (or more, if you're built like me) Artists that really know how to consciously live into their signal, into the *wholeness* of their Art, know how to craft the elements of their singularity into a co-creation: everyone else is in the process of learning what exactly their signal is about. For some, this is a lifelong effort. Others are more interested in deeper expressions and discovery.

So for me, this all comes full circle: my willingness to gently ungrip the avatar's hold on me and show it that death is not the idea behind what I'm doing, my willingness to ungrip the virus based programming off my consciousness and embrace expansion, my willingness to discard my armours and fortresses based on the ideas of defending my Self against yet another idea about getting hurt and to become more Dr Manhattan about things, which is why he was portrayed naked; no defenses because he didn't need them.

My horns are not defense mechanisms- boundary tools, maybe, because sometimes that's necessary, but not defenses; if I'm in a situation where I need to defend my Self then I've already cocked up somewhere way earlier in the backstory. I haven't paid attention to my compass so I've let *something* slide, I've let something important go and told my Self some fleeting rationalisation to cover it up.

Bullsh!t, bullsh!t, bullsh!t- any violation of my signal that I do to me Self is important. So we do that do our Selves all the time-

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we create these little stories to cover over what we're really doing, and we feed our little monster drops of our own blood, our little self sacrifices, and rationalise to ourselves about how this is ok, that's what relationships take, and they're all about compromise and understanding: and then

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it's the huge flesh eating plant that is yelling at us from the corner to be fed another body part and we're initially forced to either feed it greater chunks of Self or find it fresh victims- so we begin to feed it bits of our partners because there's only so much Self we're prepared to lose. Eventually it's not prepared to be satisfied with just body parts and one way or the other we have to feed it the whole story

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and then we eventually end up having to kill the whole plant before it eats us entirely. So we go through that horrendous ordeal, with blood and screaming and gut wrenching whatever, and we crawl away to heal the wounds and repair the damage. After awhile we forget that we created the festering little bastard plant in the first place and we do it again, with variations on the first bloodcurdling/heartsquishing/mindsporking experience, until after awhile we experience relationships as

GODZILLA SIZED MAN EATING PLANTS

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and for some individuals, this really works in a kind of

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SPARRRRRRRRRTAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

sort of way, in which case no matter who wins, the relationship loses, while for others the story of relationships becomes one of

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and any discussion of such revolves around variations on a theme of



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and the entire lot is utter fiction, created by fiction that is built on fiction and fed by fiction.

I was so wrapped up in it all that I needed a slice of lemon around a gold brick moment and I certainly got one. Now, instead of armouring my Self, I'm opening my arms and laughing at the freedom to connect and engage and explore intimacy without fear because there's nothing in me *to* fear: if someone doesn't want me it's doesn't mean there's anything wrong with me, it just means that our Art doesn't match and this is a good thing to know, because I want to hang out with those who want to play in the same realms that I do, who want to hold our various compasses up together and be amazed and engaged with what that creates, not those who see the differences and co-creations as a threat or an attack.

I'm falling in love again with me and really it's nobody's business if they don't like my first choice of partner: for those that do, it's going to be a fun and awesome play space and for those that don't, hey, no worries, it doesn't mean their judgements about have any relevance in my life, they're talking about what's relevant to them- things only get bent when individuals start thinking that I'm supposed to take on *their* stuff, or I'm thinking they're supposed to take on mine.

Where it actually works is everyone holding up their own compass and we run around together being intrigued and excited by the new patterns and possibilities created, co-creating something together like really little kids do when they're playing.

All my defenses have resulted in nothing but worlds of goo and bleccch and OMFG my EYE!!, it seems to me. I've left the fancy armour somewhere down the road behind me and I figure as long as I'm looking at my own compass and am hanging out with others that like the cut of my jib and I like theirs and we're all happy giggling in the rigging (and other things heh heh), I'm going to have a great deal of fun with my Shine hoisted high on the mast and my heart flying fearlessly on the wind.


also, and maybe i'm talking outta my ass, but i always feel this sense of impending annihilation when it comes to trusting unknown quantities --i.e., if i accept what's on the other side of that commitment i'll become part of it and lose something of myself, something i won't be able to get back.

*points to glittering red boots, grinning* See? I carry Home with me everywhere I go, there's nowhere else to be. What is commitment anyway? To me. it's the decision to constantly consider the other when choice points come- most consider commitment to be like some of toxic superglue, but I've only found it ick when I've discovered the other individual is engaged in an entirely different hologram to what I am.

I used to get all kinds of bent about that. I don't now, because that gets me onto *their* platform, which means I'm off mine and then I don't have a clue what I'm doing- what the hell do I know about *their* compass? So if I stay with mine, which is pretty awesome and expansive because that's who I actually am, I can't a) ever get dragged into anything I don't agree to and b) I won't lose anything I don't want to lose, it's impossible: if I experience 'loss of trust' it's me I've bolloxed with and I've taken my eyes off my compass somewhere, which means getting back on track and continuing.

I don't have to trust anyone else, it's *me* I need to trust. So then no trust issues with others, ta-dah! I'm responsible for my experience, not them. *snoopy dance* Which means if I don't like how things are going, it's my own arse I get to kick! And that's excellent, because it's always within kicking distance, heh heh.

I'm not precious about my Self in terms of evolution- I won't buy something just because someone else is saying it and if I find it has merit I'll happily take it up and add it to my jaunty outfit; I'm looking for others who function the same way, who don't construe me because at some point i agreed with something they observed about me so that means *everything* they see about me is 'right' and I'm in denial if I don't immediately agree with them and all that other distorted rubbish individuals have tried to push at me under the guise of relationship.

I have a fundamentally sincere nature, I'm not interested in manipulation and mindf*uck, I'll be as honest as I can in every situation and I'm not afraid to learn and evolve- more than that, it's a moment by moment thing and I'll see what unfolds with a big cheesy grin because I actually like who I am and I know I'm generally motivated by positive desires and frequencies. If others want to freak out about that, who am I to argue with them? Arguing with others about how they're perceiving me is an unpleasant experience, so I'm not going to do it. Thus, avoiding pain is entirely dependent on the quality of Being I choose to engage with! Again, I have control over this! Ah, the simplicity- if I am being driven into the ground by the choices I make in lover or companion or friend, perhaps it would behoove me to make other choices? I can definitely choose what experience I'm having, I can choose in what way love arises in my life because I can choose to go with it or not based on the lessons it's offering, I can choose what it is that I want to experience by being conscious about what I'm doing. It's all about gifting my Self the space to stop and be conscious and to check my compass against the virus inspired insanity that will happily drive me if I don't pay attention: someone can come along and have all the old markers of what 'love' used to be and if I don't want to engage in that anymore then I won't. Love, my experience and expression of love, is created within *me* first, it doesn't arise from within a vacuum.

*hugs you, laughing* I'm so glad you gave me something to answer, because the Art I've created in me in this moment delights me no end and I'm having a real Shine moment, standing beneath a waterfall of glimmer and signal. Love is most definitely not something I fear anymore, this much I see.

[songsfortheotherkind]

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[songsfortheotherkind]

Hey Songsy,

Here's a silly little thing I wrote a few years back. I hope it gives you a smile and a tickle....

The perfect poem blooms like a rose,
then bowls 300,
all while cracking a walnut
in its gleaming white teeth.
It drinks only caffeinated beverages,
eats Applejax three meals a day
without brushing.
It never washes, yet smells of sun-dried linen.
The perfect poem finds missing persons by reading the seeds
of a pickle, while whistling the opening sequence
to Twin Peaks.
It collects Bavarian beer steins.
It is liked
by children
and animals.
The perfect poem invites you inside,
offers you its very own easy chair,
butters you up a Corn Toasty, and
asks for permission to bed your wife.
It borrows your pen, fires off a suggestion
for a tastier cream cheese,
which it presents to you
like a prescription.
When the perfect poem is done
it darts off into the night,
leaving fleshy, cuddlesome images
in its wake,
followed by a vague feeling of Christmastime,
then the taste of cherry pie.



It never washes, yet smells of sun-dried linen.

*grins at you in delight*

Your poetry is nommy and it mentions pie *and* Twin Peaks. So much good tickling. :)

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[songsfortheotherkind]

Have you ever read a guy called Richard Brautigan? I read one of his poems in the Outlaw Bible of American Poetry and it blew my mind. He's a lot like Buk, but totally with his own style. If you haven't read any of his stuff, google him and read a few things of his and see what you think.

So I went and looked and some of it was truly wonderful and some made me laugh, which was unexpected.


"The Necessity of Appearing in Your Own Face"

There are days when that is the last place
in the world where you want to be but you
have to be there, like a movie, because it
features you.

And now, because you are in Scotland, the home of the great artist William McGonnagal himself-

and because one of my nicknames is Tish and that's all about the evil within me-

and because I wanted to return the favour of poetry to a true aficionado,

here's a gem from William.

Beautiful Rothesay

Beautiful Rothesay, your scenery is most grand,
You cannot be surpassed in fair Scotland.
Tis healthy for holiday makers, to go there,
For the benefit of their health, by inhaling the pure air

And to hear the innocent birds, on a fine Summer day,
Carolling their sweet songs, so lively and gay,
Therefore, holiday makers, be advised by me,
And visit beautiful Rothesay, by the side of the Sea.

Then sweet Jessie, let us go,
To Scotland’s garden of Eden O!
And spend the lovely Summer day,
In the beautiful village of Rothesay.

There you can see the ships, passing to and fro,
Which will drive away dull care, and woe,
And, the heavens breath smells wooingly there,
Therefore, let’s away dear Jessie, to inhale the balmy air.

The mansions, there, are most beautiful to be seen,
Likewise the trees, and shrubberies, green.
Therefore, we will feel happy and gay,
Walking hand in hand, together the live long day.

Along the beautiful walks with our hearts fu’ cheerie,
My dear love! Until we grow weary.
Then, return home at night, with our spirits light and gay,
After viewing the beautiful scenery of Rothesay.


let the pillow fight ensue!!

(for those in awe of William's great talent for abysmal poetry, read on! There's 200 more where that came from! http://www.mcgonagall-online.org.uk/ )

[Mike]

Songs, i recall you saying somewhere that you wanted to *get back* to writing novels? what do you call post 2900?;) my God, i want to respond but i have no idea where to start!

first off, i just noticed that there's 62 guests on this thread. is that some sort of mistake? last night there was something like 50, and i just assumed that there was some sort of glitch in the system. though i'd like to believe that this had something to do with the miraculous unveiling of a 3yr old Chinaski, that theory is dubious at best. but seriously, i do have a question: who the f#ck are these people? and what do they want? i mean, i know how wonderfully charming and funny and gobsmackingly smart we all are, but the interest seems a little excessive and it has me scratching my chin a little.

Songs, was your first love's name really Gypsy? what i mean is, was that really his God-given name? man, that's amazing. i don't know if i believe it. if you tell us he did sideshows at carnivals with the elephant man and the bearded lady of Geneva i'm quitting the forum immediately. swear to God.

i had so many impressions and thoughts and ideas for things i'd like to say in response to many of the cool n interesting things you brought up, but i'm half in the bag at the moment and just about to hit the town (as they say) with a friend of mine who is visiting from California, and i don't feel i can assign your thoughtful post the gravity is deserves at the moment; so i will wait till tmrrw to respond with a proper effort.

sound good? till then..........;)

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ok, now there's only 14 guests. what the hell is goin on? any theories, pubbers?

[songsfortheotherkind]

Songs, i recall you saying somewhere that you wanted to *get back* to writing novels? what do you call post 2900?;) my God, i want to respond but i have no idea where to start!

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*laughing*

That's me on a mild day. I figure if I get it all down in one hit while it's all swirling around in my mind, then I'll at least have the bones of it to work with later. Plus, it looks bigger than it is because I used pictures. :P And if I have to be absent for any period of time, there's plenty of stuff there to play with.


first off, i just noticed that there's 62 guests on this thread. is that some sort of mistake? last night there was something like 50, and i just assumed that there was some sort of glitch in the system. though i'd like to believe that this had something to do with the miraculous unveiling of a 3yr old Chinaski, that theory is dubious at best. but seriously, i do have a question: who the f#ck are these people? and what do they want? i mean, i know how wonderfully charming and funny and gobsmackingly smart we all are, but the interest seems a little excessive and it has me scratching my chin a little.

When I came on here earlier there were 50 something, now there's stuff all. We're an anomoly in a sea of fear p0rn and tedium that is only occasionally lit by flashes of insight. Here, there are many flashes- I for one right now am sitting at the computer utterly naked and covered in magnesium oil, waiting for it to absorb into my skin- and then there are flashes of an Otherkind nature, so we're bound to be interesting. As Calz so eloquently put it, we're the threadfortheotherkind and it's pretty darn spiffy. They come, they observe, their brains melt, they leave! It's all working beautifully.


Songs, was your first love's name really Gypsy? what i mean is, was that really his God-given name? man, that's amazing. i don't know if i believe it. if you tell us he did sideshows at carnivals with the elephant man and the bearded lady of Geneva i'm quitting the forum immediately. swear to God.

*laughing* His birth name was not Gypsy, it was his tag name and he'd gone by it so long that he never answered to his birth name. He got his name legally changed to Gypsy the year I met him. I met him through another friend, Chico (and that *was* his real name, named after the Marx Brother) when they were living in a halfway house for juveniles just released from adolescent prison. Both of them were in there for drug related offenses and this was the halfway house I've previously written about regarding living in the wardrobe of their room and sneaking out at night. Fear not- Gypsy did not work in carnivals so you will not have to leave the forum.


i had so many impressions and thoughts and ideas for things i'd like to say in response to many of the cool n interesting things you brought up, but i'm half in the bag at the moment and just about to hit the town (as they say) with a friend of mine who is visiting from California, and i don't feel i can assign your thoughtful post the gravity is deserves at the moment; so i will wait till tmrrw to respond with a proper effort.

Splendid. Fabbo! Hurrah and hope you have an awesome night. :D


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ok, now there's only 14 guests. what the hell is goin on? any theories, pubbers?

they come, they read, their brains melt, they leave... ?

[Borden]

Why ... there's no-one else here, Mr. Torrance, sir. You are the caretaker. You've ... always been the caretaker.

[songsfortheotherkind]

Why ... there's no-one else here, Mr. Torrance, sir. You are the caretaker. You've ... always been the caretaker.

lol. so much lol.

[songsfortheotherkind]

That went so well! Tonight Triffid met the woman who is becoming one of my closest friends. The point of the meeting was to see if they clicked enough for Triffid to be happy helping her conceive a child and I'm so excited that everything is working out- he's happy, she's happy, I'm happy and with me diverting the ridiculous amount of fertility energy I carry into her we're confident that she'll be pregnant with hers and Triffid's baby before the end of the year. I'm stoked- he has amazing genes and I'm happy that they're going to be in the world more than our daughter together. At this stage it's just going to be the classic turkey baster method but I'm open to it being natural conception if that's what happens, although Triffid is more unsure of that than the former.

I think it's a gorgeous thing to be doing and I was so delighted that he was happy to get involved; my friend is a darling Being who will make a spectacular mother and at 43 her options are limited, she's financially independent and established and this little girl is going to be so loved and cared for in a huge extended family of which we shall be a part. My friend wants the baby to know her father and me, and her siblings, and for her to know that from the beginning she was being welcomed in and much loved and I get to be a co-mother again, even in a small way. It's all awesome and I love being the kind of woman who thinks this sort of thing is normal and excellent.

So we're going to move to the village so that we can be in the same community and we'll settle there: it's going to be good for the girls, they'll be absorbed into my friend's extended family and her mother is into children so they may even get a sort of nanna out of the whole deal, which they'll love. It will work for them and it will work for me, because I know I don't have the energy for the girls that they need and they'll be surrounded by a bigger family (although my friend is convinced that we're on the track with my healing and that I'll be feeling much much better soon).

I will feel freer to pursue my own work, the girls will be in a community of strong independent women who are creating their own lives on their own terms (which will also be inspiring for me) and I'll have support for following my own dreams- it's a pretty awesome development actually. I'm happy with it. And my friend makes jokes that I'll get so fit we'll be pregnant together, to which I just shake my head and decline the vision- I want to dance again, and explore my body in other ways than having another child. I'll enjoy hers- I'm a grandmother that never sees any of her grandchildren (four now) so I'll be happy with being a co-mother when that's needed. I'm hoping that my grandson's mother will come and live down here so I'll get to see my grandson, but who knows if that will happen: I know my darling Krystal's girls are lost to me at this point in time and I doubt they'll ever be a part of my life.

It's funny how it all works out, isn't it? I am so passionate about the kids and they're all scattering around the place, doing other things which is awesome and cool, and I still miss the craziness of having a house full of kids all racing around doing their crazy things. I was saying to Cerridwen that when I had my Krystal at 18 I had thought about the future; I had imagined the two of us hanging out when she was older, being close and enjoying spending time together but it didn't work out like that at all. I see women doing that with their older daughters sometimes and I watch them, wondering about what that is like; my 14 year old wants to live in a town I don't want to live in and do things I don't want to do so we're not together, she's choosing to live with her father because she gets to pretty much be an only child.

I get that my life with my older children is pretty much over in terms of being with them much: my 17 year old is moving into a house with his girlfriend and best friend, in preparation for moving to Sydney next year to start his degree in gaming programming and my 21 year old is waiting for his girlfriend of 2 years to get old enough to live with him without her mother trying to get him thrown in jail which she's threatened to do in the past because his girlfriend is five years younger than him, an age gap that at her age makes it illegal for them to be together. Her mother doesn't know that they've stayed together via text, email and the occasional snatched hours, despite being forbidden to see each other.

He hasn't laid a hand on her and has made sure they've never been in a situation where things could get out of hand. She's just turned 16 and they're working out what they want to do- he's talking about finishing an apprenticeship and their setting up house together in the same town as my 14 year old lives in. I am fascinated by their inclination towards a domesticity that I never have had, despite the number of children I've birthed.

I knew a couple years ago that had met when she was 14 and he was 16; their parents were against the match and tried to keep them apart so when she was 16 they calmly decided to get pregnant in order to shut the parents up. When I met them they had four daughters that looked exactly the same, they'd been together for 22 years and they adored each other more than they did when they were first together. Six months after their shotgun wedding, when she was 7 months pregnant with their first child, he- a national swimming champion and Olympic contender- contracted polio and for three weeks it was doubtful that he was going to live.

She refused to leave his side and told him every day that he was going to recover, and he did, although the polio left him severely crippled and destroyed his swimming career. It took him a year to learn to walk again and his legs were permanently deformed by the polio. It made not one iota of difference to her; she took it all her in not yet 17 year old stride and told him constantly that they were going to be fine- and they were.

They lived by the sea, had four mermaid daughters- all long blonde hair, blue eyes and dusky skinned, all surfers- and they loved each other passionately. I remember being fascinated by them as a young girl- I met them when I was about 12 and their eldest was 21, and their family was so strongly bonded that it puzzled and intrigued me because it seemed so vastly different to my own experience; I had no idea what that was like or how to do that, and I still don't. My second son and his girlfriend are like this couple; he considers this girl to be his One and she has had no interest in any other male than him since she met him. They will likely have babies together at some point and perhaps even do the buying the house and putting down roots thing. I love my children passionately and I'm aware that my future has something else in store than being the hub of a large family that gathers every Sunday for lunch and get togethers.

I just need to hold up my compass and turn the wheel a different direction now, keep my heart and Shine strong and follow the call within me, leading me into whatever I'm going to head into; the sky is full of stars, the sails are straining against the wind that blows around me as I tip my head back to watch the St Elmo's fire dance along the spars. I have no idea where my farseeing heart will take me; I have no idea of what lies ahead- I just know that I'm living into it more every day and seeing what happens.

[Mike]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JRnvalwBhy8&feature=fvwrel

frightening, but he's got nothin on your former avatar pic, mate.








Why ... there's no-one else here, Mr. Torrance, sir. You are the caretaker. You've ... always been the caretaker.

[another bob]

Otherkindpurplezebralama


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[PurpleLama]

I have had this trolling post on my mind all morning long, originally destined for Mozart's recent thread, but honestly I decided it would be rude and not supporting to the well being of our forum, so I've decided instead to share it here.http://images.wikia.com/gijoe/images/1/14/Cobra_Commander_colors.jpg

So, if Cobra is leading the Resistance, does this mean GI Joe is now a bad guy?

[Mike]

hey Songs ,

i was thinking about a few of the things you've written in post 2900, and i immediately thought about something kurt vonnegut had said in his seminal book 'slaughterhouse five'. i don't remember the quote exactly, of course, but it was something to the effect that human perception was the equivalent of strapping on glasses connected to a long and narrow tube that could not look peripherally but only straight ahead...ok, i just butchered the hell outta that but you get the point: human beings, in relation to the multiverse or whatever you wanna call it, actually see and experience very little of it. i know this isn't groundbreaking news here but i liked the metaphor, so...

i too want to experience more of it, but i tend to think the universe reveals the bits of itself that we are only ready for; to experience too much of it too soon can be dangerous(think bad acid trip here) the universe in and of itself is not malevolent, but if one is exposed to parts of it they're not ready for it can certainly seem that way.

i must admit that i laughed a little when you wrote that you "played with the multiple personality structure".;) i'm not sure if you were speaking euphemistically or literally, but i immediately envisioned a doctor explaining to a confused parent in the kindest way possible the reasons behind their son or daughters' madness..."well, it's like this Mrs.Smith, little Johnny is acting like that little girl from 'the exorcist' not because he's nuts, but because he's 'playing and experimenting with the multiple personality structure'.:)

so little of what is experienced is conscious, you're right, but i myself do not panic or feel overwhelmed by it; mainly because i've been too distracted with trying to stay alive for the past 6-7yrs;) my heart is messed up in a major way, and i've only been able to indulge my esoteric side recently; so forgive me if i'm a little behind the 8 ball here.

i guess you could say, using your metaphor, that i'm more of the b-52, unfortunately, but i'm anxious to stretch out my etheric muscles and change that asap.(*Borden, i'm ready to start the energy work when you are*) though deprogramming, in my case anyway, should probably be a slower process -- sort of like slowly rising from deep ocean depths so as to not implode kind of a thing. even at the pace i'm going now(slow!) i'm occasionally afflicted with a particular case of the bends. unpleasant.

you said that the idea that anyone else can actually hurt you is a myth, and i agree in the abstract, but applying this abstract notion in the real world has been next to impossible for me, especially when enveloped in a cocoon of pain and despair. in such a state i don't respond emotionally to what i know to be true intellectually, and i suppose the trick is not to get into that position in the first place. i don't mean shutting yourself off from the world, but strengthening yourself beforehand, through meditation or some other form of spiritual practice. (i just registered for meditation classes at the Zen center here in town. pretty excited)

i'd like to say more, but my hungover brain is simply not responding, and i can no longer take caffeine due to said heart malady, so there ya go. my night last night was absolutely insane. i rarely go out these days, and when i do i'm immediately reminded why i don't. i'll post all about it later if i have the energy...

[jorr lundstrom]

Maybe i can post a little titbit from Snordelhans here, in the pub

without being asked wot friggin planet I am from. LOL That

question isnt fair, as Im not sure which one Im on now, if any.

Well, lets try...........



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9L28-wR8iYY&feature=plcp

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9L28-wR8iYY&feature=plcp


All is well


Jorr...2.0

[Mike]

i like the Beastie Boys. and i like Adam Yauch aka 'MCA'. he died a couple weeks ago. he's the one who looks dizzy and confused while he sings. brown flannel. this is my mini tribute....

ru3gH27Fn6E

[Mike]

any of you guys listen to a particular song or songs while posting? i have a few but i prefer this one in particular. i know that a lot of people skip posted songs, and i don't blame them -- i do too. but this song is pretty damn cool. it's an instrumental, dreamy, by some guy named michael brook. it's on the soundtrack for the movie 'heat'. it's kinda meditative. i think you might like it...

ITFyP9b7ius

[Calz]

I have had this trolling post on my mind all morning long, originally destined for Mozart's recent thread, but honestly I decided it would be rude and not supporting to the well being of our forum, so I've decided instead to share it here.

http://images.wikia.com/gijoe/images/1/14/Cobra_Commander_colors.jpg

So, if Cobra is leading the Resistance, does this mean GI Joe is now a bad guy?


The top part of your post should actually be an automatic banner type disclaimer at the top of *every* new thread.

If members would even pause, take a deep breath ... and perhaps count to ten before posting that would help.

Taking "all morning long" to deliberate on whether or not your post was "rude and not supporting of the well being of the forum" ... well ...


... I guess that is the stuff Purple Wizards are made of ...


... as for GI Joe being a bad guy ...

I guess that depends ... :dirol:


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[songsfortheotherkind]

This morning, unlike every other morning in recent months, I have woken up and not had the burning desire to write. I am in a space with the compass that I sort of knew I was going to hit, yet am struggling with now I am here regardless of the preknowledge. There is a part of me that does not want me to see, the programming trying to force me back into the preordained path and throwing a lot of confusion and noise at me in the process to try and shut the signal up. It's resulted in me hitting a familiar point: the one of feeling that all is pointless and why am I even bothering?

http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd272/Noahathaway/Atreyu1-6.jpg

I have a feeling that for creatives, this is a powerful bespelling: the draining away of the initial spark, the flatline feeling of 'it's all rubbish, everything I create is rubbish, my entire life is a joke and when am I going to get with the program, give up all these stupid ideas, get a real job and shut up?', the sudden turning to ashes and dust of the visions that just the previous day were so bright and shining. I'm really familiar, boringly so, with this sudden sniper attack pattern of ennui and apathy, the insidious creeping malady of hopelessness and blahs that siphon away any idea that I had anything at all to contribute. My passion lies in millions of tiny little shards at my feet and all my word seem hollow and useless.

I'm being fed on. Knowing that isn't the key to disconnecting though; there's another process that I am looking for, there's a more effective way of turning towards the feeders and looking them in the eye. My sonar is tuned towards that this morning and it's what I'm mapping.

I am aware that there is a deep level Dark City bespelling that goes on around creatives, with the intent of crippling particular expressions and explorations of signal. I'm currently sitting here with my headphones on and some powerful binaural beat signals pulsing through my head because I'm actively rebutting the creeping drain that is trying to wrap its clammy fingers around my spirit. I know what it wants- it wants to Dark Crystal me, these gibbering and slathering energetic skeksis that have no life of their own.

http://www.eskimo.com/~noir/ftitles/darkcity2/dc08.jpg

I'm struggling to find my signal again and I know that they want me to struggle, to fight against their pull; I know this quicksand, I've drowned in it many times before, only to have my sodden and limp figure pushed back onto the shore because this isn't a feed that kills, it's a feed that wants to bleed the colors and return the husk, to slowly rebuild again and be the battery for another feed. I have learned about quicksand though- if you want to survive, you don't struggle, you float- get on your back and make tiny, gentle movements towards the solid ground, keep calm and focused on floating. If I thrash against the stories in my head I get sucked in- what you resist, persists- and so I am not resisting the damnation that is flooding through me in these moments.

http://www.howmanyfrogs.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/quicksand-350x350.jpg

I just wrote and deleted a heap of memory stuff because the darkness was where they wanted me to go so I went there; it wasn't, however, my destination. When you are a parent, there are a million things that one can beat one's Self up about: I have buried two daughters, there are plenty of things for the howlers to drag to the surface, plenty of quicksand to grip my feet with and try to drag me down. I'm floating on the surface, being swarmed and pummeled by memory that accuses and shrieks, every misstep dragged to the surface to point its clammy fingers at me- and I know this tactic really, really well. So I'm looking somewhere else.

I know that I am a restless, searching spirit; I know that I am driven by internal hungers and directions that have few acceptable paths in this paradigm. I know that I am looking for something that I cannot name, I want to experience things I cannot point to and say 'that! that's what I have to do! *now* I'm sorted'. I am sifting through the noise to find a signal that may not even exist anywhere but in me and I have to do it with these periodic attacks from the snivellers and spirit reavers. I've spared you the words created by the reaver space so that I can get
to the exploring space, otherwise this would have read twice as long and would have just been me sprawling my guilt everywhere.

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My guilt. That manufactured condition whereby the feeders can get their hooks in, so I've been breathing through guilt and releasing it, breathing through negativity and defenses and releasing my Self micron by micron back into expansion, memory by memory. I recognise how easy it is to beat my Self up endlessly in a story of how I have failed, and continue to fail, my children; I look deeper beneath that and see the endless burden of parents weighted down by the judgements and condemnations of their children, the implication that we knew how to do things differently and just didn't, the endless recriminations and anger about what did and didn't happen, what should and shouldn't have happened and it's a deep, gut wrenching stabbing that never seems to end.

Unless I end it. I take out the knives and lay them down in the quicksand, watching them sink away from me and into oblivion; the memories try to stab back into me and I lay on the quivering surface and just watch them without any connection; yes, it happened. Yes, things happened as a result. Yes, she died. Yes, it hurt. Yes, there was hurt to everyone. Yes, I did that. Yes, sometimes I was angry and out of control. Yes, I got things wrong.

And sometimes, I got things right. And sometimes, there was laughter and joy and connection. And sometimes, there were moments of breathtaking beauty and wonder, such love as can never be expressed in words. And sometimes, there were hugs that lasted lifetimes and painted treasure on my heart. That is there too and it is what it is.

I lie on my back and slowly hold my hologram up to my eyes, in the midst of all the pain and mindstorm and shrieking and I breathe from my Essence, my bright spark of Self, and look at what pathways are being used to get at me. It is a story of what I should know, what I am supposed to be doing in order to be 'ok', what I was supposed to have done and can never take back and change. What would I change? Who or what would I leave out? I have no desire to change anything, it is what it is.

As I lie there in peace, the energy begins to move me to the solid ground and yet it's ok here too, floating on the quicksand surrounded by memories of supposed failure and lack, and I accept everything from them, the love and the hate, the laughter and the broken hearted sobbing, because they are the tapestry of the path that led me to the me I am now, and the me I am living into in every moment.

I know that I need to live each tiny step in the moment and the picture will take care of itself; I can do nothing about the level of noise that is currently on the planet, I can only make the Art that I have in my hands to do. The shrieking tries to tell me that I haven't saved the world or my family or this and that yet and thus my existence is utterly futile and pointless, that no amount of Shine in the moment makes up for the colossal mistake that my existence is and the weight of all my failures. I simply hold my compass up and let the fractal nature of it prism the light in me into ten thousand beams of color and expressions of I Am, without any idea that these are, in the end, worth anything at all. They are what I have been gifted; I am grateful for the gift and so I beam it back, amplified and evolving because that's what I've got.

http://www.scifiscoop.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/dark_city_kid.jpg

I know the howlers want me to stop creating and dreaming, to give up and go passive and slack, let everything slide joylessly away from me because I can't fix anything, past present or future. I know they want me to make this mean something and create a big story out of it, for me to want nothing, do nothing, be nothing. I can clearly see that worm within me, thieving little dream eater, whispering all the reasons why I should quit: too much this, not enough that, too old, too lacking in talent, too blah, too loud, too garrulous, blibble wibble whatever. What it is really attempting to do is to get me to stop looking at my compass.

I know something they don't want to know. I know that they need me and that without me they have no life. Frightened, lifeless howlers, afraid of dying and being forgotten. I know how they feel. I reach out compassionate hands to their fear and misery even though they cannot take it from me, their natures and inclinations prevent it- and I can see the fleeting wish for something different in their eyes as they sink beneath their own stubborn refusal to let go and evolve. They are Artax, unwilling to save themselves, and I cannot go into the quicksand after them.

http://www.wearysloth.com/Gallery/ActorsS/15662-24015.jpg

So here I am, gathering the threads to me and seeing what is actually here for me, moment by moment, leaving the rest of the image to drop away; I'm bent towards my Art, feeling it out with careful fingers, knowing that in the end it may be an utterly solitary path. I am open to my own dance and craft, and the quicksand trills beneath me, pushing me faster towards the solid ground in support of my path and my signal, wanting me to find my way. I know how to do that, with this compass in my hand and I am becoming more adept at it.

I need to go take a shower now, I'm a bit slimy but otherwise intact. I want to map my signal more.

[songsfortheotherkind]

(Taken from http://barbarasclub.com/blog/ )

In one paragraph—or more, if you like—answer this question:

In what imaginary environment would your best self emerge?

Most of us have never asked ourselves that question because it’s not considered askable. What we’ve been trained to ask is, “How can I fit into some preexisting environment? How can I change myself to fit the world?” When we go to the store, we hope we’ll fit into the clothes on the racks. If the jeans are too long or too narrow, it’s we who are too short or too fat. If we happened to have three arms, we’d cut one off rather than politely but firmly insist on a jacket with three sleeves!

... I’m going to stop right here and define my terms a little bit. By “environment,” I don’t just mean your physical surroundings. Sure, it would be nice to have a house with a patio and a swimming pool and a huge fireplace, and it might be even nicer to be in the Bahamas under a palm tree. But I don’t want you to spend too much time on the color of your walls or the climate and the vegetation, unless that is vital to your best state of mind. It may be. But “environment” is also, very importantly, your human environment: the kinds of people you’d like to be surrounded by; how much privacy you need, and how much interaction; what kinds of help you’d like; what kinds of responses you’d want to your ideas.

I'm going to use this to do some mapping today. I'm thinking I might head out for awhile and have some time to my Self, take some of my favorite books and consider a few things that really need to be explored. I want to start creating what it is I want rather than continuously trying to deal with what I *don't* want.

When I strip away all the noise and clamour, if I strip away the rationalisations and blibble, what is it that I truly, deeply want to experience and explore? What would I really want to be, do, and live into if there was nothing that could get in my way? What does my life look like when it's an absolute expression of who I experience my Self to be?

When I've got that part clear, let's start masterminding. Be my mastermind group and help me craft this next part?

[Mike]

fTDME_21B_U


is this scene as funny as i think it is, or am i just drunk?

either way, it's inspired my new signature.

[Borden]

My sober opinion is that this scene is indeed as funny as you think it is. That film (Old School) sits proudly in my increasingly huge DVD collection, and when I first saw that particular scene I was in bits. Does this change of sig mean I really was Ron Burgundy all along? I knew it. You were playing with my mind, you fiend! If anyone's going to show Christina Applegate his jazz flute I want it to be me!

Are you drunk again ... or did your night out with that friend turn into drunkenness of a more epic nature?

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[Borden]

Songsy, as you know, I also know those howlers well - those dream-eating pit-bulls that don't let go. Those are sentinels whose job it is to disempower us and keep us locked in the virus world. They're as brilliant as you can imagine. They're only as brilliant as you can imagine. You know all that.

In moments of wisdom we have the ability to step outside of our harrowing struggles and calmly observe the bloody battle that's actually going on. I recognize that it isn't really me doing all that fighting, struggling and suffering. A moment of distillation, and then touching my own face ... knowing, "this is me ... not that." Unfortunately I sometimes allow myself to conflate my moments of transcendent joy with the circumstances in which I feel them. Actually I think we all do that to some extent.

But that joy is not just another illusion created by the mind-virus to bog me down in limitation. The virus would like me to think it is, but I know different. If I honestly believed the virus about that then I would have become Mr Spock or Dr. Manhattan a long time ago. I didn't come here just to escape it all. When I say 'transcendent' joy I mean the kind of joy that touches us in ways greater than the animal, social, mating, situational joy. There is virus relief ... and then there is that which transcends the virus.

Here's something from a tale heavy with savage mind-virus ... but the little boy running, the footsteps in the music ... and then the triumph of lying in the water looking at the heavens - well, the clue's in the title to the piece.

7qWbcosJdtU

http://www.neverendingstory.com/images/Image090.jpg

[songsfortheotherkind]

an awesome day spent getting things done and organising our new abode. I've decided to go for fully furnished so that we can get rid of everything, and a three month temporary house while we find our longer term home- we have a network of individuals looking for the perfect place for us, which means pet and garden friendly. I am in the process of putting out flyers for a lesbian/bi women's social group, with a teen group as support for my daughter. I've got workshop planning happening, some one day talks/seminars on sui generis in the pipeline and we're looking at getting a part time nanny for 20-25 hours per week to support the girls.

I'm up to my eyeballs in house packing, cleaning and organising, so I'm going to limit my writing to early mornings and evenings. I want to focus my writing more on the sui generis/Otherkind work, so we'll see how effective I am at that, heh heh.

Life is beautiful and full of Shine. I love my Clan here. :)

[Katyani]

There is virus relief ... and then there is that which transcends the virus.

Here's something from a tale heavy with savage mind-virus ... but the little boy running, the footsteps in the music ... and then the triumph of lying in the water looking at the heavens - well, the clue's in the title to the piece.


Thank you for posting that scene, it's been a long time since I've watched that movie. The lake turning into the sky is breathtaking. Music really is a very potent elixir, one of the transcendent joys. The right kind of music can keep me up way past bedtime. It's both the music itself and where we allow it to take us. Excellent vehicles.

edit: There is something I've been wondering about. For a while now, I've become highly charged and energized when listening to music I like. If I do it before going to bed, I can't fall asleep at all. This isn't exactly a problem, I'm more curious to know if anyone else here has the same experience.


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[songsfortheotherkind]

When I say 'transcendent' joy I mean the kind of joy that touches us in ways greater than the animal, social, mating, situational joy. There is virus relief ... and then there is that which transcends the virus.

I'm going for Pan and Selene level physical, and there's no virus in that space. Physical connection is not a relief from the virus for me, it is part of the transcendence. :)

http://pigtailsinpaint.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/edwin-howland-blashfield-spring-scattering-stars-1927.jpg

In whatever way we resonate with it, beyond virus is a good space to be.

The music was beautiful: I love the image of swimming in stars. :)

[songsfortheotherkind]

human beings, in relation to the multiverse or whatever you wanna call it, actually see and experience very little of it. i know this isn't groundbreaking news here but i liked the metaphor, so...

i too want to experience more of it, but i tend to think the universe reveals the bits of itself that we are only ready for; to experience too much of it too soon can be dangerous(think bad acid trip here) the universe in and of itself is not malevolent, but if one is exposed to parts of it they're not ready for it can certainly seem that way.

Hence the reason I'm working on cracking off the human aspects as much as I can and expanding into my Otherness- I'm really curious about what parts of the multiverse I can't see, and *why* that is... :)


i must admit that i laughed a little when you wrote that you "played with the multiple personality structure".;) i'm not sure if you were speaking euphemistically or literally, but i immediately envisioned a doctor explaining to a confused parent in the kindest way possible the reasons behind their son or daughters' madness..."well, it's like this Mrs.Smith, little Johnny is acting like that little girl from 'the exorcist' not because he's nuts, but because he's 'playing and experimenting with the multiple personality structure'.:)

literally. At one stage there were 26 but that got ridiculous, so we merged down to 8 main players and an unknown number of background observers. It's a very interesting space to play in and I did it for about 5 years as part of the 'abruptly shoved in' space (rather than walk in, it was far more brutal and disruptive than walking).


so little of what is experienced is conscious, you're right, but i myself do not panic or feel overwhelmed by it; mainly because i've been too distracted with trying to stay alive for the past 6-7yrs;) my heart is messed up in a major way, and i've only been able to indulge my esoteric side recently; so forgive me if i'm a little behind the 8 ball here.

compared to where I have been, even in the recent past, I am definitely behind the 8 ball, so it's all good. I resonate with the health struggle thing and I'm glad that you're at the point where you can indulge in many things- alchohol, esoterica, p0rn... :D


you said that the idea that anyone else can actually hurt you is a myth, and i agree in the abstract, but applying this abstract notion in the real world has been next to impossible for me, especially when enveloped in a cocoon of pain and despair. in such a state i don't respond emotionally to what i know to be true intellectually, and i suppose the trick is not to get into that position in the first place. i don't mean shutting yourself off from the world, but strengthening yourself beforehand, through meditation or some other form of spiritual practice. (i just registered for meditation classes at the Zen center here in town. pretty excited)

for me, the part about not getting into that space in the first place was the point about the man eating plant- it happens when I compromise my Self with all these stupid notions of self sacrifice being 'caring' etc. If I allow my Self to violate my Self, then that's where the issue is for me, not in the other individual. I want to be able to have radically honest conversations where none of the parties are coming from a space of fear, hiding, distortion, virus blah etc etc. I love radical honesty and I'm getting into it more, it's a great concept that works for me. :)

Meditation is awesome and I suck at it unless I have headphones on and am listening to something like binaural beats, etc.


i'd like to say more, but my hungover brain is simply not responding, and i can no longer take caffeine due to said heart malady, so there ya go. my night last night was absolutely insane. i rarely go out these days, and when i do i'm immediately reminded why i don't. i'll post all about it later if i have the energy...

I too don't go out much, because I can't readily find individuals that can handle my conversation topics. Can't imagine why...

:P

[Mike]

ha!!! Songsy, you will probably think i'm pulling your chain, but there was a period of time not too long ago when i *couldn't* indulge in porn, or any real life activities resembling porn...if...ahem...you know what i mean;)

you'd be surprised to know (or it may just be me) that a formerly virile man on his death bed *still*cares about such things, and was willing to take the risk to...uh...satisfy certain needs. picture a man hunched over a computer, ready for some...how shall i say this?...solo entertainment...with one hand on his (blank) and another on his heart to monitor it's level of stress, slowly proceeding with a question mark on his face (will i make it thru this?). it's a true story, and that's just the tip of the iceberg, m'lady. actually not even -- more like the tip of the tip of the tip of the....if i was even a fraction as prolific as you, you and everyone else here would have my full story, and though it does not involve aliens, other dimensions, or illuminati assassins, it would be by far the craziest motherf#ckin thing on this entire forum, hands down. (i'm working on the book as we speak; all pubbers get free autographed copies;))

i've failed at the meditation thing about 3 times over. i can't even come close to the zazen position; last time i went i was the only person in the group of 12 meditating in a chair, and i quit due to embarrassment. but i'm over that sh!t now, and ready to get started.

Songs, you can't find people to handle your conversation topics??? you *must* be kidding!;) i'd *kill* for a night out on the town with you, just to see you in action! sure, we had our little moment at the carnival, (wink wink nod nod), but that was too fleeting for me, and i feel a little cheated. sh!t, i'd love to get the whole pub out for a night on the town; can you imagine?!?

[Mike]

My sober opinion is that this scene is indeed as funny as you think it is. That film (Old School) sits proudly in my increasingly huge DVD collection, and when I first saw that particular scene I was in bits. Does this change of sig mean I really was Ron Burgundy all along? I knew it. You were playing with my mind, you fiend! If anyone's going to show Christina Applegate his jazz flute I want it to be me!

Are you drunk again ... or did your night out with that friend turn into drunkenness of a more epic nature?

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ha! this picture has me cracking up over here. hilarious!

you've just reminded me -- i have an interesting story to tell you guys (btw, when i say guys, i mean girls too;)) about this night on the town of mine. will post a little later...

[another bob]

i've failed at the meditation thing about 3 times over. i can't even come close to the zazen position; last time i went i was the only person in the group of 12 meditating in a chair, and i quit due to embarrassment. but i'm over that sh!t now, and ready to get started.

Speaking as one who has been practicing meditation for over half a century, and studied at length under several world-renowned meditation masters, I will share with you that sitting in the formal lotus or half-lotus or even on a pillow on the floor is totally unnecessary, and in fact probably inappropriate for westerners. It is actually counter-productive to achieving meditative states for many, and can lead to long-term injuries to both knees and spine.

Rather than trying to twist your body into a pretzel, find a way to be as comfortable as possible. The only real requirement is to keep your spine straight, and if you are in a chair, cross your ankles (this keeps the circuit of energy flowing).

If the people at the center you are attending tell you otherwise, find another center immediately.

If you have other questions in this regard, please feel free to ask.

:yo:

[Calz]

Are you drunk again ... or did your night out with that friend turn into drunkenness of a more epic nature?






i've failed at the meditation thing about 3 times over. i can't even come close to the zazen position; last time i went i was the only person in the group of 12 meditating in a chair, and i quit due to embarrassment. but i'm over that sh!t now, and ready to get started.

Speaking as one who has been practicing meditation for over half a century,

...

If you have other questions in this regard, please feel free to ask.

:yo:


You Pub Patrons *really* don't want to get me started on drunk people images.

Trust me on that one ...

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I will chime in from the cheap seat section on something (related) I was told many (many) years ago by a "teacher type" friend regarding meditation. She suggested *not* to attempt meditation within 24 hours of drinking alcohol.

That turned into my biggest "enemy" in that regard in that I really enjoy having a glass of red wine (or two) before sleeping (helps to sleep during the day with all the noise and fighting your body's natural cycle).

Many attempts going 2 or 3 weeks ending in frustration and impatience at not recognizing any "progress" and angst at making "sacrifices with no obvious return".


I do have one question for Bob.

You mentioned "critters" when briefly talking about channeling. In your 50 years experience with meditation can you elaborate on how "critters" would be any less likely to interfere with meditation than channeling (or any other type of trance for that matter).

Supposedly a number of methods to take you "to the door" but most suggest needing some means of "protection" once you enter.

[another bob]

I do have one question for Bob.

You mentioned "critters" when briefly talking about channeling. In your 50 years experience with meditation can you elaborate on how "critters" would be any less likely to interfere with meditation than channeling (or any other type of trance for that matter).

Supposedly a number of methods to take you "to the door" but most suggest needing some means of "protection" once you enter.

Hiya Calz!

Are you having experience with entities, or is it just a general question?

Generally speaking, if we were to have our blinders removed, we would be surprised to notice that we are swimming in a sea of critters of various kinds and qualities. To my understanding, channeling opens oneself up to intercourse with certain entities, whereas most meditative practices tend to discourage such interaction, regarding them as a distraction (or in Zen, as "makyo", ie hallucination).

I would also note that you yourself are "the door", and so do you need protection from yourself? Granted, in many traditions there are all sorts of mantras and spells etc invoked for protection, but there's another approach that is even more helpful, and that is to recognize that the source of all appearances is one's own mind. True Meditation is about inspecting that mind, to the point of recognition.

When inspecting that mind, nothing is grasped at or clung to, nor is anything that appears avoided. Thus, all preferences are recognized and seen through as obsolete errors of judgment and appreciation. The sky is not bothered by clouds. You are the free open spaciousness in which all appears and disappears. The only problem arises when you identify with and fixate on any apparent transient phenomena, self-image, or object of consciousness, taking the conditional to be who and what you are, and thereby forgetting your true and eternal sky-like nature and condition.

[Calz]

I do have one question for Bob.

You mentioned "critters" when briefly talking about channeling. In your 50 years experience with meditation can you elaborate on how "critters" would be any less likely to interfere with meditation than channeling (or any other type of trance for that matter).

Supposedly a number of methods to take you "to the door" but most suggest needing some means of "protection" once you enter.

Hiya Calz!

Are you having experience with entities, or is it just a general question?

Generally speaking, if we were to have our blinders removed, we would be surprised to notice that we are swimming in a sea of critters of various kinds and qualities. To my understanding, channeling opens oneself up to intercourse with certain entities, whereas most meditative practices tend to discourage such interaction, regarding them as a distraction (or in Zen, as "makyo", ie hallucination).

I would also note that you yourself are "the door", and so do you need protection from yourself? Granted, in many traditions there are all sorts of mantras and spells etc invoked for protection, but there's another approach that is even more helpful, and that is to recognize that the source of all appearances is one's own mind. True Meditation is about inspecting that mind, to the point of recognition.

When inspecting that mind, nothing is grasped at or clung to, nor is anything that appears avoided. Thus, all preferences are recognized and seen through as obsolete errors of judgment and appreciation. The sky is not bothered by clouds. You are the free open spaciousness in which all appears and disappears. The only problem arises when you identify with and fixate on any apparent transient phenomena, self-image, or object of consciousness, taking the conditional to be who and what you are, and thereby forgetting your true and eternal sky-like nature and condition.



General question ... at least regarding trance state.

That said I have little or no doubt *I* am, indeed, my biggest "enemy".


Actually it is something I have always wondered about (how various trance states compare). Some have attempted to answer this question before but I see contradicting information out there as well. Obviously with channeling you are "inviting" some entity in ... but many speak of communicating with all sorts of multidimensional beings while meditating so the distinction has never been clear to me (speaking as one who has never been able to meditate or go astral (I have never been interested in attempting to channel myself).

If you want to take it another step down the rabbit hole then include the information suggested by Lou and "others". Or would that fall under this condition:


The only problem arises when you identify with and fixate on any apparent transient phenomena, self-image, or object of consciousness, taking the conditional to be who and what you are, and thereby forgetting your true and eternal sky-like nature and condition.


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We touched very lightly on DMT (while you were away) in regard to clinical linkage to some of the abduction type phenomena.

[Mike]

i've failed at the meditation thing about 3 times over. i can't even come close to the zazen position; last time i went i was the only person in the group of 12 meditating in a chair, and i quit due to embarrassment. but i'm over that sh!t now, and ready to get started.

Speaking as one who has been practicing meditation for over half a century, and studied at length under several world-renowned meditation masters, I will share with you that sitting in the formal lotus or half-lotus or even on a pillow on the floor is totally unnecessary, and in fact probably inappropriate for westerners. It is actually counter-productive to achieving meditative states for many, and can lead to long-term injuries to both knees and spine.

Rather than trying to twist your body into a pretzel, find a way to be as comfortable as possible. The only real requirement is to keep your spine straight, and if you are in a chair, cross your ankles (this keeps the circuit of energy flowing).

If the people at the center you are attending tell you otherwise, find another center immediately.

If you have other questions in this regard, please feel free to ask.

:yo:



thank you Bob! i hope you mean that, because i *will* be asking you a bunch of questions, i'm sure;)

first class is this wednesday. will keep you updated.

[Mike]

Calzy, i breathe a little sigh of relief whenever you post on such things, because i'm reminded that i'm not totally alone in my struggles involving the otherworld. we are amongst heavyweights here, and it's easy -- for me, anyway -- to feel a little inadequate at times.

i don't take too much alcohol these days, just occasionally, but i used to (mainly to help with sleep, like yourself) and i had similar problems.

are you currently meditating?

[Calz]

are you currently meditating?


Never been able to. Was posting in support of you implying you were wanting to have a go :)

[Lisab]

Good luck with your meditation class "Chingy"! I was lucky to learn TM thru a charity called The Meditation Trust here in the uk on the cheap. Been practicing for two years now, just plonk down anywhere, love it! By the way thanks for the MCA tribute, loved him too. And that Old Skool clip, bloody classic!

Would post you other pub folks some great comic character images, being a fan but alas posting on phone and pants at all that techy stuff! But if I could now it would be Halo Jones.

Ps Songs you really should write a book.

Bob hope you and yours are ok

[Mike]

are you currently meditating?


Never been able to. Was posting in support of you implying you were wanting to have a go :)


gotcha;)

that graveyard shift is a killer, ain't it? not conducive to spiritual practice to say the least.

i've done graveyard too, and it's brutal, but you know what's worse? the 5am -noon shift.

i did it at a restaurant in a high-class hotel, years ago. had to be up at 4am to even have a reasonable shot at getting there on time.

i'd get there at 5am , set up the buffet, work my shift, and return home around 12:30 in the afternoon. then i'd lay in my bed and repeat to myself -don't fall asleep, don't fall asleep, dont fall aslep -- knowing, of course, that if i did i would not sleep that night. of course i *would* fall asleep, waking at 6 or 7 in the evening, mistaking it for 6or 7 in the morning, and panicking, thinking i was late for work, i would put my uniform on, throw on the tie, splash water on my face and then hustle outside to my car.

there was always a brief feeling of euphoria when i realized the mistake i'd made, and a little embarrassment, but all was soon replaced by this dread of knowing i had this sh!t job to go to at 4 o'clock in the morning. so i'd go get a 6 pack, rip open a can,drink 3 or 4, staring at the walls of my bedroom, and i'd finally fall asleep at 1 or 2am, waking just in time to toilet, bathe, eat, splash water on my face and drive back on in.

it was a horrific cycle. madness. everyone kept telling me: "don't quit (it paid really well) you'll get used it. just give it time." i never got used to it. it drove me bloody mad.

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Good luck with your meditation class "Chingy"! I was lucky to learn TM thru a charity called The Meditation Trust here in the uk on the cheap. Been practicing for two years now, just plonk down anywhere, love it! By the way thanks for the MCA tribute, loved him too. And that Old Skool clip, bloody classic!

Would post you other pub folks some great comic character images, being a fan but alas posting on phone and pants at all that techy stuff! But if I could now it would be Halo Jones.

Ps Songs you really should write a book.

Bob hope you and yours are ok


ha! thanks LIsaB! i'll need all the luck i can get. no, but seriously, i feel pretty confident this time. i think i'm ready.

i love that old-school hip hop, too. i don't care what any of these young-bucks say -- that's my period and i dig it.

[Calz]

Ps Songs you really should write a book.




Hi Lisab :wave:


... she is ... go back and read the whole thread http://www.pic4ever.com/images/reading.gif

[another bob]

If you want to take it another step down the rabbit hole then include the information suggested by Lou and "others". Or would that fall under this condition:


The only problem arises when you identify with and fixate on any apparent transient phenomena, self-image, or object of consciousness, taking the conditional to be who and what you are, and thereby forgetting your true and eternal sky-like nature and condition.

From my experience, Calz, I have found that whatever is appropriate for us in regard to various practices, techniques, experiences, and such is naturally provided and granted to us, as we become available and ready to handle them, or as causes and conditions set in motion via past seeds ripen.

If you are drawn to rabbit holes, then you will be given guidance, as long as your intention is sincere. Remember to offer all your actions, words, and deeds for the benefit of the best outcome for all beings, so as to avoid the trap of selfishness in your pursuits. If you are drawn to some avenue of exploration, then go for it.

That said, I've also seen many brave hearts end up in dead end situations, confounded and deluded, because they did not bother to train properly under the guidance of an adept who could have saved them a lot of wasted effort. True, sometimes wasted effort can be a lesson in itself, but sometimes it's just wasted effort.



We touched very lightly on DMT (while you were away) in regard to clinical linkage to some of the abduction type phenomena.

Never tried it.

[PurpleLama]

, but seriously, i feel pretty confident this time.

Just to throw in my two or three cents, to my way of thinking, this is one of the main things. Confidence and patience can not be misunderestimated.

[another bob]

thank you Bob! i hope you mean that, because i *will* be asking you a bunch of questions, i'm sure;)

first class is this wednesday. will keep you updated.

Will endeavor to support your efforts in whatever way possible -- it's why we've all been brought together.

[Calz]

We touched very lightly on DMT (while you were away) in regard to clinical linkage to some of the abduction type phenomena.

Never tried it.



Me neither ... was making reference to a fairly popular book:

http://www.amazon.com/DMT-Molecule-Revolutionary-Near-Death-Experiences/dp/0892819278/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1337623318&sr=1-1


http://www.erowid.org/library/books/images/dmt_spirit_molecule.jpg


Editorial Reviews
Review
"Fascinating and provocative. A remarkable exploration of the boundaries of science and consciousness itself."
( Rupert Sheldrake, author of The Presence of the Past )

"Rick Strassman's pioneering research work with DMT, a natural psychedelic drug used by Amazonian Indians, raises fascinating questions about the neurochemical basis of experience and the feasibility of conducting human research with mind-altering drugs in a university medical center. Truly adventurous reading!"
(Andrew Weil, M.D., author of Spontaneous Healing )


"This book is essential reading for anyone with an interest in the mind, philosophy, the nature of reality, and spirituality."


(Karl Jansen, M.D., Ph.D. )


"DMT: The Spirit Molecule points the way beyond the present impasse of the reigning 'drug abuse' paradigm."


(Jonathan Ott, author of The Age of Entheogens and Hallucinogenic Plants of North America )

"The most extensive scientific study of the mental and perceptual effects of a psychedelic drug since the 1960s."
(Ralph Metzner, Ph.D., author of Ayahuasca: Consciousness and the Spirits of Nature )


"Strassman's important research contributes to a growing awareness that we inhabit a multi-dimensional universe."


(John Mack, MD Professor of Psychiatry, Harvard Medical School, author of Abduction and Passport to the Cosmos )

"Strassman raises vital questions about the origin of spiritual experiences and the nature of consciousness."
(Larry Dossey MD, author of Reinventing Medicine, and Healing Words; Executive Editor, Alternative Therapies in Health and Medicine )

"DMT: The Spirit Molecule is a fascinating journey into the research of psychedelics. . . . The questions and possible explanations about the endogenous presence of DMT that he raises not only enlarge the discussion about psychedelics but also expand our understanding of the nature of consciousness."
(Jule Klotter, Townsend Letter for Doctors & Patients - July, 2001 )


"This book will be of profound interest to . . . anyone with a deep interest in the study of consciousness, visionary states and/or psycho-pharmacology."


(J. P. Harpignies, Lapis )

"Strassman's psychonauts regularly found themselves hurtled into alien laboratories, high-tech nurseries, and Day-Glo hieroglyphic hypercubes."
(Erik Davis, The Village Voice )

"DMT: the Spirit Molecule is an enriching journey into one scientist's courageous attempt to solve a bit more of the brain/mind/spirit mystery at the center of human existence."
(Vicki Ecker, UFO Magazine, December-January 2002 )

"What you will find is a thoughtful, well-written report about another of life's mysteries."
(James Dekorne, Fortean Times, November 2001 )

"Strassman's research was an important step, one that will potentially illuminate the path for future researchers and volunteers alike, and this book is a great contribution to the ongoing dialogue surrounding psychedelics."
(Scotto, Trip, Fall 2001 )

"This is probably the most thorough book on the psychedelic, DMT--its history, chemistry, uses (legal and illegal), and its effects. This is a very compelling, thoughtful book, written by a scrupulous scientist with the soul of a meditator."
(The Book Reader, Spring/Summer 2002 )

"The account of the project is an excellent inside view of human drug studies, especially those with psychedelics."
(Paul Von Ward, The AHP Perspective, June/July 2002 )

"This book is a highly readable, intriguing, provocative description of Rick Strassman's theories and research concerning the effects of DMT."
(Alissa Hirshfeld-Flores, M.A., LMFT, The American Journal of Psychiatry, August 2002 )

"Rick Strassman's experimentation with the psychoactive substance DMT is taking up where Leary's 1950/60's LSD experiments stopped."
(Rev. Dr. S. D'Montford, New Dawn, Jan-Feb 2006 )

"[Strassman's] account, written more for the layman than the specialist, is ground-breaking, and raises the interesting question as to what is truly a psychedelic experience." (Peter Fenwick, The Scientific and Medical Network, Summer 2007 )

"Near-death experiences. Alien abductions. Lucid dreams. Even gods and goddesses. Try DMT for an explanation and it all holds together. It's brain chemistry. It's neuropharmacology. It's quite possibly other realms. Whatever it is, it's the new frontier, a closer examination of consciousness, and it's very, very exciting!" (
betaphilings.com, Dec 2008 )

"[Strassman] is a gifted writer and makes scientific jargon easy to read. The book gives very interesting examples of what the volunteers envisioned and how they felt throughout the experiences. . . . It is important for us as a society to look at legal, controlled, and supervised experimentation with psychoactive drugs with open minds, and with eventual scientific benefit in mind." (
Levi Cox, FLC Law and Society Science & Metaphysics Blog, Feb 2009 )

"Fascinating stuff! If this kind of thing interests you then pick up this book today." (
Loretta Nall, blog by former Alabama Gubernatorial Candidate, June 2009 )

"In the end, I felt the most important element of the book was the contextualization of the questions most important in psychedelic research. Strassman keenly recognizes and extrapolates the areas that appear to be most vital in the further study and theory of psychedelics."
(The Psychedelic Press UK, Sept 2009 )

“Highly readable, intriguing, provocative. . . . [An] intellectually courageous book. . . . Will be of great use both to researchers and clinicians, as well as to laypeople.”
(American Journal of Psychiatry, 2002 )

“A dazzling journey through psychedelic drug experimentation and a tantalizing peek into a new model of how the brain and mind work. Strassman’s research points toward a physiological basis for spirit and its interaction with the human body; his data suggests that our brain chemistry allows us access to other realms of existence just when we need it most, and his story recounts both the dangers and promises of entering this brave new world.”
(Bruce Greyson, Editor, Journal of Near-Death Studies )

[another bob]

Well, Calz, though I haven't tried DMT, I've posted a few stories at Avalon about entheogenic experiences already. Here's another, from a memoir i once attempted:


Ukiah, CA 1970

It was my last day off (from the children's residential treatment center where I had been working as a child-care counselor), and this weekend had already changed my life in ways I could never have imagined. I was tired but happy, and so I spent the day napping and puttering around the place. I had placed Radha’s “gift” in the refrigerator for safe keeping, but my mind kept coming back to the possibility of giving it a try. I went back and forth on the issue, and finally decided: “What the hell?” and swallowed the tab of Windowpane acid at sunset. The night was going to be lovely – a bit cool but clear and bright. The stars were already dotting the velvet sky with their crystal shiny presence, and barely a breeze was stirring.

After about half an hour, I begin to feel things change. At first I thought there was some defect in the music tape I had been listening to – the music seemed to elongate and compress, and long silences were appearing between words and phrases. When the floor began to roll and churn like ocean waves, I realized that the drug’s effects were starting to manifest. I sat down on my meditation cushion and, no sooner had I done so when I simply disappeared.

What remained was the evening, but it was like no evening I had ever known before. I had spent my fair share of dusks enraptured by the wonder and mystery of the oncoming night, and all the magic contained within its descending blanket of beauty and delight, but this night was appearing in a different realm of cognition than that to which I had become accustomed.

The first thing that became apparent was the synchronicity of sounds. No longer experiencing myself as some kind of matrix of perception in the midst of things, what existed now was just awareness without anchor, encompassing all that arose and dissolved within it. There was a vast, orchestrated symphony of sound, and it definitely followed a pattern in which everything perfectly participated in the most naturally timed fashion. The sounds of the night creatures rose and fell in utter harmony. The stars, the trees, the window, the room, the crickets, the music, the mood: all inextricably merged in a unified choir of mysterious expression!

I was not separate from any of this, to the point where even the thought of such would never occur to me (except here in retrospect). I had become utterly lost within the vast harmonic expanse of myself, even as the totality of this magnificent universal chant-song unfurled from out of nothing and dissolved there just the same. I am this nothing! Nothing is happening, and it sounds just fine! Yes, this night would be like no other, it was becoming plain to see. Literally, I realized I could see in the dark, and it seemed as natural as can be! I could see through all eyes, the tree eye, the cat eye, the wind eye, the star eye, the ground eye, the sky eye – Huuuuu! I see! All of creation is only me, I am all of creation! I make this sound, I am that silence, singing!

About 8 hours later, in chronological time, I was nothing but a head, placed upon the ground, as a gift for the morning light. The light itself revealed that all appearances themselves are like shadows, cartoon-like shape-shifting ephemerals which slide liquidly across the white screen of perception, and just as soon swim off. There was a grand and benign humor to this which I cannot put into words, but there was also the realization that this impermanence included the perceiver too, and though it didn’t really matter, it now felt incumbent upon myself to solidify as form. This took more effort than one might imagine! In fact, it required every bit of concentration I could bring to bear to retain contact with the life force, but this turned out to be beyond my own efforts, and so I passed away . . . and No, I cannot explain how I returned, or even what returned, though it certainly wasn’t the same as that which had begun this little voyage in what now seemed a lifetime ago.




ujBTOPhGLMo

[Calz]

Going to submit another morsel to the Pub Patrons for the virus sniff test.

Think this is valid but certainly interested in what others have to offer. Not sure who first posted it but it came to my attention from Lord Sid on another forum. Ties in with the Gnostic materials and Archons etc (love Nash's book as well as Jay Weidner's material on the subject).

Anyhoo ... if we are to be talking about Lou Baldin then the information brought out in this piece is certainly worthy of throwing into the mix for consideration. It could add to the convolution of the matter ... or dramatically simplify it depending on what resonates.


http://www.sharedwisdom.com/article/encounter-jinn-genie-egypt


http://www.freakingnews.com/pictures/79000/Genie-in-a-Bottle--79180.jpg



There is something additional I wanted to elaborate on as well regarding the jinn article as related to the abduction phenomena.








HW: Who are they and why do they come here?

J: They are ‘others’ and they come here as visitors.

HW: Why do they abduct humans and perform experiments on them?

J: They don’t. That is the deceivers who do that.

ahahahahahahaa.....awesome! *delighted*



Read this book a few years back:


DMT: The Spirit Molecule: A Doctor's Revolutionary Research into the Biology of Near-Death and Mystical Experiences

A clinical psychiatrist explores the effects of DMT, one of the most powerful psychedelics known.

• A behind-the-scenes look at the cutting edge of psychedelic research.

• Provides a unique scientific explanation for the phenomenon of alien abduction experiences.

From 1990 to 1995 Dr. Rick Strassman conducted U.S. Government-approved and funded clinical research at the University of New Mexico in which he injected sixty volunteers with DMT, one of the most powerful psychedelics known. His detailed account of those sessions is an extraordinarily riveting inquiry into the nature of the human mind and the therapeutic potential of psychedelics. DMT, a plant-derived chemical found in the psychedelic Amazon brew, ayahuasca, is also manufactured by the human brain. In Strassman's volunteers, it consistently produced near-death and mystical experiences. Many reported convincing encounters with intelligent nonhuman presences, aliens, angels, and spirits. Nearly all felt that the sessions were among the most profound experiences of their lives.

Strassman's research connects DMT with the pineal gland, considered by Hindus to be the site of the seventh chakra and by Rene Descartes to be the seat of the soul. DMT: The Spirit Molecule makes the bold case that DMT, naturally released by the pineal gland, facilitates the soul's movement in and out of the body and is an integral part of the birth and death experiences, as well as the highest states of meditation and even sexual transcendence. Strassman also believes that "alien abduction experiences" are brought on by accidental releases of DMT. If used wisely, DMT could trigger a period of remarkable progress in the scientific exploration of the most mystical regions of the human mind and soul.


http://www.amazon.com/DMT-Molecule-Revolutionary-Near-Death-Experiences/dp/0892819278

Many of the subjects in the only controlled testing done with DMT experienced "abductions" or similar type situations while remaining in their beds clearly showing that at least some of the situations are not physical.

... hence ... a possible confirmation about what the jinn/jinni suggest about the "deceivers".

A related article:



The alien abduction story and non-physical reality

William C. Treurniet, July, 2007

Summary. Analysis of the alien abduction story suggests that the sequence of events is comparable to some experiences of the shamanic spirit world as revealed by DMT, a hallucinogenic drug. In the trance state, some people see beings similar to those reported by abductees. Therefore, it is possible that abductees involuntarily manufacture excessive endogenous DMT, which then opens the door to the spirit world. Further, the physical evidence associated with some abductions suggests that happenings in the spirit world can manifest in the physical world. Finally, since the alien abductors appear in the DMT visions, they are inhabitants of the spirit world and likely are not directly responsible for the UFOs seen in the physical world.


Background

Many people recognize the presence of unidentified flying objects (UFOs) in the skies around the earth. However, there is little physical evidence available to the public that would help to identify their origin with any degree of certainty. Their nature is further confused by stories about alien abductions. These have created a modern myth that puts a face to the extraterrestrials and attributes motives that may or may not be correct. This paper offers a useful distinction between the abductors and other extraterrestrials that may be visiting our world. It also expands our notion of reality to include an objective spirit world familiar to shamanic traditions.

What we know about UFOs has been gained by consistent observations over the years, and these allow us to list a number of accepted facts regarding the nature of these objects.

Much more: http://www.treurniet.ca/Ufo/AbductionReality.htm




Well, Calz, though I haven't tried DMT, I've posted a few stories at Avalon about entheogenic experiences already. Here's another, from a memoir i once attempted:





Thanks Bob. :thank_you2:

I am doing a remarkably bad job of trying to pull in several things together.

Here are a couple previous posts while you were gone regarding DMT and jinn/jinni with respect to possible "evidence" the abduction phenomena may be, at least in some (read not milab) circumstances a product of the mind.

What I was stumbling bumbling in my attempt was to bring this into the mix with regards to *all* trance states with the hopeful bottom line (which you have already addressed in part):

*how does meditation set itself apart from all these other experiences???*

... and why, if as Lou suggests, the "ETs" have such complete control to the extent that they can control virtually all aspects of humanity ... why would they not be able to "insert themselves" into the meditation process as well???

[another bob]

..if as Lou suggests, the "ETs" have such complete control to the extent that they can control virtually all aspects of humanity ... why would they not be able to "insert themselves" into the meditation process as well???

First of all, we should understand what the term ET encompasses, vis a vis Lou's context. We're not really talking so much about the low-level types, such as Greys, Reps, Annunakis, and so forth. The folks that travel around in ships and such are certainly able to enter human minds, which are open books to them, but they are not the ones really in control. There are far higher beings, beings who would seem to be gods to us on the scale of manifestation, who are on the job 24/7, though operating at a level inconceivable to us in our diminished capacity (slow vibratory frequency). In terms of meditation, for example, we may suddenly feel inspired with a solution to a vexing problem that we might never have otherwise thought of, unless it was suggested subliminally to us in a receptive meditative state. According to Lou, the ones behind that insertion are the god-like ET's he refers to, the same ones who inserted various ideas that later blossomed into the world's religions, for example, or tech breakthroughs.

Now, before we go scratching our heads at that concept, consider this, from one of the most highly regarded spiritual authorities in modern times, Ramana Maharshi:

"Siva, Ganapati and other deities like Brahma, exist from a human standpoint; that is to say, if you consider your personal self as real, then they also exist. Just as a government has its high executive officers to carry on the government, so has the creator."

[PurpleLama]

Have confidence, or at least pretend, and don't worry. Concerns over being unduly influenced, when the truth is the nasties one might be afraid of could easily be dealt with by assuming anything coming along in the mindscape are all just unrecognized portions of one's own psyche. God knows I had a lot of f*ucked up sh!t that I had to clear out, but with experience I learned that by withholding any importance from myself, they were, without exception, powerless to influence me in any way. The attitude and perspective one cultivates in these endeavors largely determines how much one may be inluenced or affected by anything one does not want. Being amused at the boogey man, rather than being afraid, goes a long way to showing him for what he really is. IMHO.

[another bob]

Have confidence, or at least pretend, and don't worry. Concerns over being unduly influenced, when the truth is the nasties one might be afraid of could easily be dealt with by assuming anything coming along in the mindscape are all just unrecognized portions of one's own psyche. God knows I had a lot of f*ucked up sh!t that I had to clear out, but with experience I learned that by withholding any importance from myself, they were, without exception, powerless to influence me in any way. The attitude and perspective one cultivates in these endeavors largely determines how much one may be inluenced or affected by anything one does not want. Being amused at the boogey man, rather than being afraid, goes a long way to showing him for what he really is. IMHO.

Excellent! Yes, and for example, in the Tibetan Book of the Great Liberation, a classic text for entering the afterlife and recognizing the various critters and such which might appear, the main realization one needs to remember is -- "all arising phenomena are nothing but projections of your own mind!"

[Calz]

..if as Lou suggests, the "ETs" have such complete control to the extent that they can control virtually all aspects of humanity ... why would they not be able to "insert themselves" into the meditation process as well???

First of all, we should understand what the term ET encompasses, vis a vis Lou's context. We're not really talking so much about the low-level types, such as Greys, Reps, Annunakis, and so forth. The folks that travel around in ships and such are certainly able to enter human minds, which are open books to them, but they are not the ones really in control. There are far higher beings, beings who would seem to be gods to us on the scale of manifestation, who are on the job 24/7, though operating at a level inconceivable to us in our diminished capacity (slow vibratory frequency). In terms of meditation, for example, we may suddenly feel inspired with a solution to a vexing problem that we might never have otherwise thought of, unless it was suggested subliminally to us in a receptive meditative state. According to Lou, the ones behind that insertion are the god-like ET's he refers to, the same ones who inserted various ideas that later blossomed into the world's religions, for example, or tech breakthroughs.




Cool.

Getting much closer.

How can you as an experienced meditator shed light on how to differentiate between the low levels and higher? James Gilliland suggests being able to do so via energy signature (paraphrasing). Since both lower and higher levels can seemingly readily enter the mind it is up to the meditator to learn the discernment abilities (not even including black op technology to allegedly beam voices into someones head).

Phew ...

After all that I am simply suggesting if there is anything you can pass along to Mike (or anyone) to help in that regard or is it something that can only be gleaned from experience???

[WHOMADEGOD]

We touched very lightly on DMT (while you were away) in regard to clinical linkage to some of the abduction type phenomena.

Never tried it.



Me neither ... was making reference to a fairly popular book:

http://www.amazon.com/DMT-Molecule-Revolutionary-Near-Death-Experiences/dp/0892819278/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1337623318&sr=1-1


http://www.erowid.org/library/books/images/dmt_spirit_molecule.jpg


Editorial Reviews
Review
"Fascinating and provocative. A remarkable exploration of the boundaries of science and consciousness itself."
( Rupert Sheldrake, author of The Presence of the Past )

"Rick Strassman's pioneering research work with DMT, a natural psychedelic drug used by Amazonian Indians, raises fascinating questions about the neurochemical basis of experience and the feasibility of conducting human research with mind-altering drugs in a university medical center. Truly adventurous reading!"
(Andrew Weil, M.D., author of Spontaneous Healing )


"This book is essential reading for anyone with an interest in the mind, philosophy, the nature of reality, and spirituality."


(Karl Jansen, M.D., Ph.D. )


"DMT: The Spirit Molecule points the way beyond the present impasse of the reigning 'drug abuse' paradigm."


(Jonathan Ott, author of The Age of Entheogens and Hallucinogenic Plants of North America )

"The most extensive scientific study of the mental and perceptual effects of a psychedelic drug since the 1960s."
(Ralph Metzner, Ph.D., author of Ayahuasca: Consciousness and the Spirits of Nature )


"Strassman's important research contributes to a growing awareness that we inhabit a multi-dimensional universe."


(John Mack, MD Professor of Psychiatry, Harvard Medical School, author of Abduction and Passport to the Cosmos )

"Strassman raises vital questions about the origin of spiritual experiences and the nature of consciousness."
(Larry Dossey MD, author of Reinventing Medicine, and Healing Words; Executive Editor, Alternative Therapies in Health and Medicine )

"DMT: The Spirit Molecule is a fascinating journey into the research of psychedelics. . . . The questions and possible explanations about the endogenous presence of DMT that he raises not only enlarge the discussion about psychedelics but also expand our understanding of the nature of consciousness."
(Jule Klotter, Townsend Letter for Doctors & Patients - July, 2001 )


"This book will be of profound interest to . . . anyone with a deep interest in the study of consciousness, visionary states and/or psycho-pharmacology."


(J. P. Harpignies, Lapis )

"Strassman's psychonauts regularly found themselves hurtled into alien laboratories, high-tech nurseries, and Day-Glo hieroglyphic hypercubes."
(Erik Davis, The Village Voice )

"DMT: the Spirit Molecule is an enriching journey into one scientist's courageous attempt to solve a bit more of the brain/mind/spirit mystery at the center of human existence."
(Vicki Ecker, UFO Magazine, December-January 2002 )

"What you will find is a thoughtful, well-written report about another of life's mysteries."
(James Dekorne, Fortean Times, November 2001 )

"Strassman's research was an important step, one that will potentially illuminate the path for future researchers and volunteers alike, and this book is a great contribution to the ongoing dialogue surrounding psychedelics."
(Scotto, Trip, Fall 2001 )

"This is probably the most thorough book on the psychedelic, DMT--its history, chemistry, uses (legal and illegal), and its effects. This is a very compelling, thoughtful book, written by a scrupulous scientist with the soul of a meditator."
(The Book Reader, Spring/Summer 2002 )

"The account of the project is an excellent inside view of human drug studies, especially those with psychedelics."
(Paul Von Ward, The AHP Perspective, June/July 2002 )

"This book is a highly readable, intriguing, provocative description of Rick Strassman's theories and research concerning the effects of DMT."
(Alissa Hirshfeld-Flores, M.A., LMFT, The American Journal of Psychiatry, August 2002 )

"Rick Strassman's experimentation with the psychoactive substance DMT is taking up where Leary's 1950/60's LSD experiments stopped."
(Rev. Dr. S. D'Montford, New Dawn, Jan-Feb 2006 )

"[Strassman's] account, written more for the layman than the specialist, is ground-breaking, and raises the interesting question as to what is truly a psychedelic experience." (Peter Fenwick, The Scientific and Medical Network, Summer 2007 )

"Near-death experiences. Alien abductions. Lucid dreams. Even gods and goddesses. Try DMT for an explanation and it all holds together. It's brain chemistry. It's neuropharmacology. It's quite possibly other realms. Whatever it is, it's the new frontier, a closer examination of consciousness, and it's very, very exciting!" (
betaphilings.com, Dec 2008 )

"[Strassman] is a gifted writer and makes scientific jargon easy to read. The book gives very interesting examples of what the volunteers envisioned and how they felt throughout the experiences. . . . It is important for us as a society to look at legal, controlled, and supervised experimentation with psychoactive drugs with open minds, and with eventual scientific benefit in mind." (
Levi Cox, FLC Law and Society Science & Metaphysics Blog, Feb 2009 )

"Fascinating stuff! If this kind of thing interests you then pick up this book today." (
Loretta Nall, blog by former Alabama Gubernatorial Candidate, June 2009 )

"In the end, I felt the most important element of the book was the contextualization of the questions most important in psychedelic research. Strassman keenly recognizes and extrapolates the areas that appear to be most vital in the further study and theory of psychedelics."
(The Psychedelic Press UK, Sept 2009 )

“Highly readable, intriguing, provocative. . . . [An] intellectually courageous book. . . . Will be of great use both to researchers and clinicians, as well as to laypeople.”
(American Journal of Psychiatry, 2002 )

“A dazzling journey through psychedelic drug experimentation and a tantalizing peek into a new model of how the brain and mind work. Strassman’s research points toward a physiological basis for spirit and its interaction with the human body; his data suggests that our brain chemistry allows us access to other realms of existence just when we need it most, and his story recounts both the dangers and promises of entering this brave new world.”
(Bruce Greyson, Editor, Journal of Near-Death Studies )


I have studied his work and a question that immediately sprang to my mind was the fact that this was the only legally allowed study of it kind and it was funded by the Freemasons!

Prof Rick Strassman is brilliant for answering any questions you have and when presented with "why the Freemasons?", he said "We thought it strange as well but it was the only way we could get the study done by accepting their offer". It goes to show you their influence in that it was granted.

Rick went on further to explain that they the freemasons were intrested in the relationship between DMT and Schitzophrenia? (voices in heads, thats sounds familiar).

There is also a film called the spirit molecule, worth a look.

[another bob]

How can you as an experienced meditator shed light on how to differentiate between the low levels and higher? James Gilliland suggests being able to do so va energy signature (paraphrasing). Since both lower and higher levels can seemingly readily enter the mind it is up to the meditator to learn the discernment abilities (not even including black op technology to allegedly beam voices into someones head).

An experienced meditator will recognize all of it as delusion and attach to none of it.

:yo:

[PurpleLama]

How can you as an experienced meditator shed light on how to differentiate between the low levels and higher? James Gilliland suggests being able to do so va energy signature (paraphrasing). Since both lower and higher levels can seemingly readily enter the mind it is up to the meditator to learn the discernment abilities (not even including black op technology to allegedly beam voices into someones head).

An experienced meditator will recognize all of it as delusion and attach to none of it.

:yo:

I would say, by way of analogy, that it doesn't matter which room one begins cleaning, be it living room, bedroom, or kitchen, for the work is largely the same from room to room, but if one never starts, the floors remain dirty. I would not even distinguish between this and that and the other, as one makes progress, the room is cleaned, and one moves on to the next.

"There is nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop,
and an illustrated book about birds.
You see a lot up there, but don't be scared.
Who needs action when you got words?"

[modwiz]

..if as Lou suggests, the "ETs" have such complete control to the extent that they can control virtually all aspects of humanity ... why would they not be able to "insert themselves" into the meditation process as well???

First of all, we should understand what the term ET encompasses, vis a vis Lou's context. We're not really talking so much about the low-level types, such as Greys, Reps, Annunakis, and so forth. The folks that travel around in ships and such are certainly able to enter human minds, which are open books to them, but they are not the ones really in control. There are far higher beings, beings who would seem to be gods to us on the scale of manifestation, who are on the job 24/7, though operating at a level inconceivable to us in our diminished capacity (slow vibratory frequency). In terms of meditation, for example, we may suddenly feel inspired with a solution to a vexing problem that we might never have otherwise thought of, unless it was suggested subliminally to us in a receptive meditative state. According to Lou, the ones behind that insertion are the god-like ET's he refers to, the same ones who inserted various ideas that later blossomed into the world's religions, for example, or tech breakthroughs.




Cool.

Getting much closer.

How can you as an experienced meditator shed light on how to differentiate between the low levels and higher? James Gilliland suggests being able to do so via energy signature (paraphrasing). Since both lower and higher levels can seemingly readily enter the mind it is up to the meditator to learn the discernment abilities (not even including black op technology to allegedly beam voices into someones head).

Phew ...

After all that I am simply suggesting if there is anything you can pass along to Mike (or anyone) to help in that regard or is it something that can only be gleaned from experience???

It's kinda like the difference between farts and flowers. LOL They do different things to your nervous system and the difference is marked, IMO. Trust yourself. Or, call on the Christ energy, the Jesus name works wonders for cavalry in tricky situations where ones confidence fails. This energy is at our service with no candles, Hail Mary's or Our Father's required. This energy is so effective that many people become born agains because of it. Completely unneccesary , but people still do not understand the unconditional love and service that is available to us. Just for the asking. Knowing this back up is available, at a thought or mental word, allows one the confidence to go solo and find their own strength. As PL says, laugh at the bogey man.

[PurpleLama]

We touched very lightly on DMT (while you were away) in regard to clinical linkage to some of the abduction type phenomena.

Never tried it.



Me neither ... was making reference to a fairly popular book:

http://www.amazon.com/DMT-Molecule-Revolutionary-Near-Death-Experiences/dp/0892819278/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1337623318&sr=1-1


http://www.erowid.org/library/books/images/dmt_spirit_molecule.jpg


Editorial Reviews
Review
"Fascinating and provocative. A remarkable exploration of the boundaries of science and consciousness itself."
( Rupert Sheldrake, author of The Presence of the Past )

"Rick Strassman's pioneering research work with DMT, a natural psychedelic drug used by Amazonian Indians, raises fascinating questions about the neurochemical basis of experience and the feasibility of conducting human research with mind-altering drugs in a university medical center. Truly adventurous reading!"
(Andrew Weil, M.D., author of Spontaneous Healing )


"This book is essential reading for anyone with an interest in the mind, philosophy, the nature of reality, and spirituality."


(Karl Jansen, M.D., Ph.D. )


"DMT: The Spirit Molecule points the way beyond the present impasse of the reigning 'drug abuse' paradigm."


(Jonathan Ott, author of The Age of Entheogens and Hallucinogenic Plants of North America )

"The most extensive scientific study of the mental and perceptual effects of a psychedelic drug since the 1960s."
(Ralph Metzner, Ph.D., author of Ayahuasca: Consciousness and the Spirits of Nature )


"Strassman's important research contributes to a growing awareness that we inhabit a multi-dimensional universe."


(John Mack, MD Professor of Psychiatry, Harvard Medical School, author of Abduction and Passport to the Cosmos )

"Strassman raises vital questions about the origin of spiritual experiences and the nature of consciousness."
(Larry Dossey MD, author of Reinventing Medicine, and Healing Words; Executive Editor, Alternative Therapies in Health and Medicine )

"DMT: The Spirit Molecule is a fascinating journey into the research of psychedelics. . . . The questions and possible explanations about the endogenous presence of DMT that he raises not only enlarge the discussion about psychedelics but also expand our understanding of the nature of consciousness."
(Jule Klotter, Townsend Letter for Doctors & Patients - July, 2001 )


"This book will be of profound interest to . . . anyone with a deep interest in the study of consciousness, visionary states and/or psycho-pharmacology."


(J. P. Harpignies, Lapis )

"Strassman's psychonauts regularly found themselves hurtled into alien laboratories, high-tech nurseries, and Day-Glo hieroglyphic hypercubes."
(Erik Davis, The Village Voice )

"DMT: the Spirit Molecule is an enriching journey into one scientist's courageous attempt to solve a bit more of the brain/mind/spirit mystery at the center of human existence."
(Vicki Ecker, UFO Magazine, December-January 2002 )

"What you will find is a thoughtful, well-written report about another of life's mysteries."
(James Dekorne, Fortean Times, November 2001 )

"Strassman's research was an important step, one that will potentially illuminate the path for future researchers and volunteers alike, and this book is a great contribution to the ongoing dialogue surrounding psychedelics."
(Scotto, Trip, Fall 2001 )

"This is probably the most thorough book on the psychedelic, DMT--its history, chemistry, uses (legal and illegal), and its effects. This is a very compelling, thoughtful book, written by a scrupulous scientist with the soul of a meditator."
(The Book Reader, Spring/Summer 2002 )

"The account of the project is an excellent inside view of human drug studies, especially those with psychedelics."
(Paul Von Ward, The AHP Perspective, June/July 2002 )

"This book is a highly readable, intriguing, provocative description of Rick Strassman's theories and research concerning the effects of DMT."
(Alissa Hirshfeld-Flores, M.A., LMFT, The American Journal of Psychiatry, August 2002 )

"Rick Strassman's experimentation with the psychoactive substance DMT is taking up where Leary's 1950/60's LSD experiments stopped."
(Rev. Dr. S. D'Montford, New Dawn, Jan-Feb 2006 )

"[Strassman's] account, written more for the layman than the specialist, is ground-breaking, and raises the interesting question as to what is truly a psychedelic experience." (Peter Fenwick, The Scientific and Medical Network, Summer 2007 )

"Near-death experiences. Alien abductions. Lucid dreams. Even gods and goddesses. Try DMT for an explanation and it all holds together. It's brain chemistry. It's neuropharmacology. It's quite possibly other realms. Whatever it is, it's the new frontier, a closer examination of consciousness, and it's very, very exciting!" (
betaphilings.com, Dec 2008 )

"[Strassman] is a gifted writer and makes scientific jargon easy to read. The book gives very interesting examples of what the volunteers envisioned and how they felt throughout the experiences. . . . It is important for us as a society to look at legal, controlled, and supervised experimentation with psychoactive drugs with open minds, and with eventual scientific benefit in mind." (
Levi Cox, FLC Law and Society Science & Metaphysics Blog, Feb 2009 )

"Fascinating stuff! If this kind of thing interests you then pick up this book today." (
Loretta Nall, blog by former Alabama Gubernatorial Candidate, June 2009 )

"In the end, I felt the most important element of the book was the contextualization of the questions most important in psychedelic research. Strassman keenly recognizes and extrapolates the areas that appear to be most vital in the further study and theory of psychedelics."
(The Psychedelic Press UK, Sept 2009 )

“Highly readable, intriguing, provocative. . . . [An] intellectually courageous book. . . . Will be of great use both to researchers and clinicians, as well as to laypeople.”
(American Journal of Psychiatry, 2002 )

“A dazzling journey through psychedelic drug experimentation and a tantalizing peek into a new model of how the brain and mind work. Strassman’s research points toward a physiological basis for spirit and its interaction with the human body; his data suggests that our brain chemistry allows us access to other realms of existence just when we need it most, and his story recounts both the dangers and promises of entering this brave new world.”
(Bruce Greyson, Editor, Journal of Near-Death Studies )


I have studied his work and a question that immediately sprang to my mind was the fact that this was the only legally allowed study of it kind and it was funded by the Freemasons!

Prof Rick Strassman is brilliant for answering any questions you have and when presented with "why the Freemasons?", he said "We thought it strange as well but it was the only way we could get the study done by accepting their offer". It goes to show you their influence in that it was granted.

Rick went on further to explain that they the freemasons were intrested in the relationship between DMT and Schitzophrenia? (voices in heads, thats sounds familiar).

There is also a film called the spirit molecule, worth a look.


I recently purchased a beer huggie that says "I do what the voices in my wife's head tell me to"

[bearcow]

..if as Lou suggests, the "ETs" have such complete control to the extent that they can control virtually all aspects of humanity ... why would they not be able to "insert themselves" into the meditation process as well???

First of all, we should understand what the term ET encompasses, vis a vis Lou's context. We're not really talking so much about the low-level types, such as Greys, Reps, Annunakis, and so forth. The folks that travel around in ships and such are certainly able to enter human minds, which are open books to them, but they are not the ones really in control. There are far higher beings, beings who would seem to be gods to us on the scale of manifestation, who are on the job 24/7, though operating at a level inconceivable to us in our diminished capacity (slow vibratory frequency). In terms of meditation, for example, we may suddenly feel inspired with a solution to a vexing problem that we might never have otherwise thought of, unless it was suggested subliminally to us in a receptive meditative state. According to Lou, the ones behind that insertion are the god-like ET's he refers to, the same ones who inserted various ideas that later blossomed into the world's religions, for example, or tech breakthroughs.

Now, before we go scratching our heads at that concept, consider this, from one of the most highly regarded spiritual authorities in modern times, Ramana Maharshi:

"Siva, Ganapati and other deities like Brahma, exist from a human standpoint; that is to say, if you consider your personal self as real, then they also exist. Just as a government has its high executive officers to carry on the government, so has the creator."

good stuff bob

[Mike]

that would make for a class signature, your Purpleness;)

[PurpleLama]

that would make for a class signature, your Purpleness;)

I agree, but I will stick with my plausible deniability, at least for now. The other huggie I found says "When life gives you lemons, KEEP THEM, because, hey, free lemons"

[another bob]

"You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who'll decide where to go..."
— Dr. Seuss


http://www.pbase.com/1heart/youll_decide

[Cerridwen]

"You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who'll decide where to go..."
— Dr. Seuss

http://www.pbase.com/1heart/youll_decide

What a little cutie pie! :angel:

[songsfortheotherkind]

If anything comes to me with the philosophies and intentions of heteronomy and homogeny, I know it's nothing to do with high vibration energies and it's part of the virus projection, which doesn't actually extend out into the rest of the multiverse. The multiverse isn't infected with the virus nor does the multiverse support the judeo-christian/islamic/other (and previous religious ideas) view that suffering is the path to 'enlightenment'. If this were so, then the best thing that we can do for our children is to beat the beejums out of them and treat them like crap, because anything else is just hampering their path to enlightenment. We'd be educating them to accept and be peaceful with the treatment because this is the path to understanding. It's strange how, when one takes that worldview to its logical conclusion, there is general revulsion and 'oh no, it doesn't work like that', but then in the next breath insisting that for the 'gods' and 'enlightened beings' who are apparently directing things from afar it is precisely like that and they allow the same brutal learning process to happen. Sometimes they even arrange it, while saying that it's enlightenment to be peaceful with such things because suffering is the path to understanding.

0-o

Bizarre notions based upon immersion in a world wide viral miasm. I have personal experience of realities that absolutely, utterly do not contain any of these ideas whatsoever; the *only* place I've come into contact with it is here on this planet. I've seen the quarantine energy and how many are involved in keeping it there. I have had long conversations with Beings in other places that have spoken with me at length about the insidious nature of accepting that view, and how the acceptance of it- if allowed out into the rest of the multiverse- would be the ultimate vehicle for the spread of the virus- because not allowing the manifestations of the virus by not accepting suffering would be considered 'unenlightened', just like the constant suggestion that non-corporeal is superior to corporeal and that those who like and even embrace the physical manifestation are in some way unenlightened, because if they were enlightened, they'd be wanting to disembody like they should while proclaiming physical manifestation as being a lower, base expression. I've been running into that more and more lately. I'm going silent again a lot when I'm out.

I'm spending a lot more time and effort in hanging out in the Otherrealms these days for precisely these reasons. It's reviving hanging out with Others who get the whole virus expression and who don't support or give space to the 'suffering as good for you' meme. What I'm watching now is the 'choose your own adventure' process going on here, which has been the way it's been decided to deal with the issue: essentially, the individual's preferences, biases, 'world as universe' view and mindset is channeling the individual towards a particular expression of 'reality' and that's where they're going to be able to continue their exploration. My 'Verse is as real/unreal as the others, it just happens to be where I prefer to be- who knows if that will be here or somewhere else? I used to think that staying 'here' was the idea, but I don't think that now.

There are so many curious and subtle expressions of virus dissemination going on now that I feel like a heretic in trying to point them out, because the virus is embedded in so much of what is considered 'spiritual wisdom'. Who am I to point to the words of this or that guru, or the Buddha, or whatever other spiritual/religious icon there is and say 'see there? that thing there? that's a virus spreading mechanism'.

For those who may be tuned into such things: have you felt the shadow being forming around this planet, the one that the virus and general population wishes to replace Gaia with? The manifestation of all that distorted energy that is being so solidly contained within the quarantine and the will of those who wish to be governed and controlled- 'save us! who will save us! we want a messiah!'. I have been feeling this strange shift in Gaia's signal and have been asking a great deal of questions deep in the Otherrealms about it, because Gaia's not exactly the kind of Being who answers her phone much. It seems that there is the increasing possibility the physical avatar of Gaia may be abandoned to the shadow being, given that the general population is worshipping it so determinedly because they want to be saved, they want something to worship and they don't care to think about the logical conclusion of that desire and intention, nor do they care much about the implication of slavery as long as the slavery is comfortable.

Logistically, the idea of diverting nearly 7 billion beings somewhere else- does this make sense, compared to simply shifting the far smaller number of those who have the 'splinter in their minds', those who carry the cosmic signal, somewhere else? I've personally played with multiplicity and inhabiting other bodies while being in this one- I've done it several times in the past few years, there's so much plasticity 'out there' in terms of what's possible with avatars and 'another slice of the same loaf' expressions of Self- I've been shown that the same thing can happen with planetary avatars. I have been feeling the separating occurring here beneath my feet- has anyone else been feeling that, I wonder? I haven't been talking about this stuff for awhile but I'm going back to it because it's what I'm truly interested in.

I am very aware now that Gaia may leave, given the continuous and increasing assault on her core. I've previously spoken about the constant assault and that it is her great beating heart that they are after, and that they were never going to get it, but I've never said why I know they're never going to get it.

I'm aware that the vast majority of beings here on this planet are so homo sapien as to be unable to evolve as much as a planetary shift requires. Perhaps this is the new level of Annunaki universe after all and that it is here the virus shall be contained, sealed off utterly as the previous one was, at least until the next evolution expresses itself somewhere in the millions of years ahead. I know that when I tune the water now I go to another planet, and no matter how hard I try I can't make the tuning connect to the mother of waters here that was happening previously. I've been curious about that, but the picture is becoming clearer.

I have no interest whatsoever in a universe that's being continually seeded for the spread of the virus. I'm working with that in me and getting more and more comfortable with however that plays out- I've been sensing a planetary wide shift in that signal as well, amongst the Otherkind that showed up here for Gaia; there is a growing sense of acceptance and withdrawal. I wonder if anyone else is feeling it. I feel it every time I go out into the main forum and read what's being spoken about there, observe the interactions and words; I feel it when I look out at the world's population and traverse the internet- and I just have no energy whatsoever for any of it. It's not hopelessness, or apathy, it's a growing sense of shimmering acceptance of the strong possibility this planet is going to be abandoned to the virus. How many hostile 'ET's GO HOME' messages are necessary? How many 'leave us to our own path!' and 'f*uck off, manipulators!' do we need, really? Sui generis is our determining signal and who are we to argue with the clearly emerging pattern of determination?

See, that's the thing with sui generis: those who practice it recognise the right of those who don't know anything about it to have their way. It's always been the question of balance, and the right of the many to have things the way that they want it is always there. The many are clamouring for a virus laden vision- who are we to deny them that right? The previous Annunaki dimension was ruptured by a one way rift that closed up some time after their initial mass incursion into this plane, and to open up the gateway again would require a massive effort to unknown effect- what happens if it's descended into what some would describe as a hell dimension? Or is in the process of collapse because all possibility for evolution has ended? Does it not make more sense to accept that the presence of the virus and its carriers here is an indication that this is the way things are and that this is now the new virus dimension?

Gaia's expression of avatar has clearly demonstrated zhur fundamental ability to adapt to changing circumstances. Perhaps this development is also a bigger expression of Gaia's own evolution. It is not unimaginable to us that what happens in the micro also happens in the macro, even on a planetary scale. I have been looking at the profound levels of noise everywhere- 'march against this! revolt against that! uprise, war, rebel, protest!' and I have no energy or inclination for the discussions that could be had but won't be, so caught up in the stories are the individuals. I'm not sure yet if I'm still being inspired to keep expressing the concepts of sui generis- I know my own passion and fire for it is waning in the face of such monumental addiction to story, but that may also be a temporary waning while the perspective and energy continues to shift. Perhaps I'll keep expressing the idea of sui generis while I'm still here just to keep my links with the Otherrealms that I truly love to be a part of, and the Beings I truly love to be connected with, strong.

I wonder if the glowing blue water planet I keep tuning to is where Gaia is planning to shift permanently to- her energetic signature is already there, in a different way, but I get that with the whole 'different slice' concept. When I spread my awareness beyond that one small bay that I keep landing next to there are so many familiar energies and signals that it takes my breath away in joy. That will be so amazing, because it's a stunning place. I'm always happy to follow the signal. I have no intention of staying here if the shadow being is going to be installed in the avatar's core: perhaps that's why the Otherkind are really here, not to re-open the portals and gates back up to the multiverse, but to finally destroy them forever. I had never considered that possibility but I'm considering it these days. It seems the most likely of the scenarios.

It *could* be possible to shift the virus into a different dimension, and that would take a mighty expression of energy. There is still debate going on about the merits and demerits of such an action. I'm ok with either way, although I can see the 'wizardly' concern regarding messing with things in such a big way. None of us are so arrogant to think that there won't be possibly worse ramifications than what happened when we first opened the gates here, which is why the abandonment option is getting so much support.

So, exodus? or godlike actions? This seems to be the consideration, because 'co-existence' has been demonstrated as impossible. That one has been settled, at least.

[Mike]

My sober opinion is that this scene is indeed as funny as you think it is. That film (Old School) sits proudly in my increasingly huge DVD collection, and when I first saw that particular scene I was in bits. Does this change of sig mean I really was Ron Burgundy all along? I knew it. You were playing with my mind, you fiend! If anyone's going to show Christina Applegate his jazz flute I want it to be me!

Are you drunk again ... or did your night out with that friend turn into drunkenness of a more epic nature?

http://cdn2.holytaco.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/20th.jpg




that night on the town went like this...(the condensed version)

yrs ago i met a man named john, from liverpool, england. a self described football hooligan. there's a pub here in town that shows exclusively english football, and we became friends when i sort of helped him out of a jam at said pub.

he came here to the states to care for an ailing uncle, which is sort of ironic given his violent nature. he's wildly charismatic and very funny, but also very very violent. i've never seen someone so maniacally fueled by violence. where i'm from, the fight is over when the other guy doesn't fight back; where he's from the fight is over when the other guy is unconscious.

he sort of looked the part too. shaved head. scars all over his skull. knife wounds on arm, leg, and abdomen. you name it. to top it all off he wore these shiny black ass-kicker lace-up boots -- something you might see on a hitler youth or something. note: when i saw the "Charles" interview i thought 'holy hell, it's john!' it wasn't, of course, but the similarities were uncanny.

so he phones me a couple nights ago (he's since moved to California, and was in town visiting) and i almost didn't pick it up, but the last time i did this he came to my house, went into my garage and placed a ladder next to my 2nd story bedroom window and climbed up n in and more or less dragged me outta bed and made me go out. so i pick him up and we go to a local bar for a little pre-game, warming up before we hit the city...

after a couple beers we begin doing what we always used to do after a few beers, which was make fun of each other relentlessly. but after a while he was crossing lines, was really out of order, so i started crossing lines too and the tension levels shot thru the roof. though by the time we left the pub i thought we had settled down. i was wrong.

he approaches me as i'm unlocking my car door and says "don't ever fookin embarrass me like that again!" and drives him palm up thru my chin. before i realize what has happened, he's already butted and punched me, at least twice, i think; i'm not entirely sure, i was seeing stars and i think i was out on my feet for a second or two. i just remember him screaming "don't ever fookin this...don't ever fookin that.." i don't know if everyone in england says "fookin" instead of fu#ckin, but self-described hooligans from liverpool do.

we tussled briefly on the ground, a few mins maybe. he had a taste for blood and he was just pummeling my ass. he fought wildly though, thank heavens, and by the good grace of god i secured an armbar, which left him in sort of a helpless position. i just sort of held it there, still in shock, still trying to get my bearings straight. but i had a dilemma. i could have probably broke his arm or messed up his shoulder really bad, but he knows where i live and the war would have continued forever. but if i let him go i was going to get smashed. i knew this because he kept saying : "you are fookin dead, mate! fookin dead!" then he did a little parody on my last name, which i won't reveal here (call it Smith) and he drew out one of the letters and kept saying "Smiiiiith, you're fookin last, mate! smiiiiith, you're fookin soooooft, mate!" again, i don't know what being "last" means, i've never been insulted that way -- perhaps Borden can help.

so i let the guy go and sure enough he starts pummelling me again. but again he was sloppy and i got the arm bar, and i was fully prepared to hold it there for the next 10 yrs if that's what it took. the police arrived about 2-3mins later. (i found out later they were called almost the second we left the bar) and though i'd just spent the previous 10 mins getting my ass kicked, they pulled me off of him and gave *me* the treatment because all that they saw was that i had the dominant position at that time. amazing.

the funniest thing about the whole night was the part when i turned to the cop and said, thru a bloody mouth and traumitized tongue inspired lisp: "he thstarted it." i have no idea where that came from, but suddenly i was 10yrs old again, on the playground.

john was arrested. i was allowed to leave; witnesses spoke to my defense. funny thing: he called me today as if nothing even happened, and asked for a ride to the airport on thursday;). an even funnier thing: i plan on taking him.

[songsfortheotherkind]

that night on the town went like this...(the condensed version)

john was arrested. i was allowed to leave; witnesses spoke to my defense. funny thing: he called me today as if nothing even happened, and asked for a ride to the airport on thursday;). an even funnier thing: i plan on taking him.

I do not find it accidental that your post here followed directly on the post I just made. Perfection indeed. :)

[Mike]

that night on the town went like this...(the condensed version)

john was arrested. i was allowed to leave; witnesses spoke to my defense. funny thing: he called me today as if nothing even happened, and asked for a ride to the airport on thursday;). an even funnier thing: i plan on taking him.

I do not find it accidental that your post here followed directly on the post I just made. Perfection indeed. :)




we're synched up baby!;)

thoufgh if i had to verbalize that right now, i would have said "we're thinked up baby!" i'm lisping horribly. my tongue now has two lovely indentations, perfect molds of my front teeth. i sound like bloody mike tyson. ha!

[songsfortheotherkind]

Since I wrote the post regarding exodus, I have been stumbling about the house with a massive download of information streaming through my head.

One of the snatches of information goes thusly:

The bible is an Anun text for Anunnaki. I haven't gone into the difference between Anun and Anunnaki in any degree of depth, I'll remedy that soon. Jesus was an offworld Anun. I'm very familiar with the bible, for boring reasons that I won't go into now, and this passage keeps playing in my head.

"O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, but you were not willing. 38 Look, your house is left to you desolate.
Matt. 23:37, 38, NIV. Other translations say 'look, your house is abandoned to you'.

I have had bible references coming at me a lot in the last year, from both Anun and Otherkind sources. It seems that the exodus may have been foreseen all along and we were just delaying the inevitable out of consideration for those that *did* want to evolve. That's a possibility, knowing the kinds of Beings involved, those ones that are now being construed as evil manipulators and are being told to 'f*uck off!'. Given my experience last year with the Anun that turned up in my space, I am utterly at peace with the outcome, and I'm over the blood sacrifices it took to achieve that, this much is certain.

[songsfortheotherkind]

I do not find it accidental that your post here followed directly on the post I just made. Perfection indeed. :)
we're synched up baby!;)

thoufgh if i had to verbalize that right now, i would have said "we're thinked up baby!" i'm lisping horribly. my tongue now has two lovely indentations, perfect molds of my front teeth. i sound like bloody mike tyson. ha!

*grinning at you, sideways eyed*

I'm kind of getting excited at the idea of the exodus. To quote the Joker, and using 'town' for 'paradigm'-


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tYaki2ZvhSE

[modwiz]

http://cdn2.holytaco.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/20th.jpg

Is it just me or does anyone else want to put a flower in that guys ass for him to wake up to? :jester:

[songsfortheotherkind]

ROFL

and it just keeps coming this morning- the very next thread that came up to mock me grinningly has this title-


Possible New Evidence That Earth Is A Giant Living Organism.

the entire remnant of the native population of the planet would bust a gut laughing, if they weren't observing the rabid destruction of said sentient planet with knowing eyes.

lol, SO much ironic lol coming at me here this morning. I wonder if all this has anything to do with the shifting I've been doing this past 48 hours? Does *anything* happen in isolation? Of course not.

[songsfortheotherkind]

Is it just me or does anyone else want to put a flower in that guys ass for him to wake up to? :jester:

what sort of flower? a jaunty sunflower?

this 'post update' annoyance is annoying. I am annoyed with the annoyance factor of this annoying function.

[Mike]

http://cdn2.holytaco.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/20th.jpg

Is it just me or does anyone else want to put a flower in that guys ass for him to wake up to? :jester:


it may just be you, Modwiz:p....though i can't speak for the rest of the crew, of course.

[songsfortheotherkind]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&NR=1&v=u8PxG5zvgOM

there is so much that the Joker says that is accurate: that's the beauty of characters like him, they're the only ones that say what they really see.

[Calz]

http://cdn2.holytaco.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/20th.jpg

Is it just me or does anyone else want to put a flower in that guys ass for him to wake up to? :jester:

What if it started growing??? :shocked:


http://bensgarden.files.wordpress.com/2012/02/man-eating-plant.jpg?w=500&h=766

[songsfortheotherkind]

ha!!! Songsy, you will probably think i'm pulling your chain, but there was a period of time not too long ago when i *couldn't* indulge in porn, or any real life activities resembling porn...if...ahem...you know what i mean;)

you'd be surprised to know (or it may just be me) that a formerly virile man on his death bed *still*cares about such things, and was willing to take the risk to...uh...satisfy certain needs. picture a man hunched over a computer, ready for some...how shall i say this?...solo entertainment...with one hand on his (blank) and another on his heart to monitor it's level of stress, slowly proceeding with a question mark on his face (will i make it thru this?). it's a true story, and that's just the tip of the iceberg, m'lady. actually not even -- more like the tip of the tip of the tip of the....if i was even a fraction as prolific as you, you and everyone else here would have my full story, and though it does not involve aliens, other dimensions, or illuminati assassins, it would be by far the craziest motherf#ckin thing on this entire forum, hands down. (i'm working on the book as we speak; all pubbers get free autographed copies;))

I've done that, recently, with the orgasmic energy thing, approaching the whole endeavour with 'hmm, ok, how do I do this without exploding my own heart?'. I'm still here, so obviously learning is being had- hmm, sudden thought, perhaps it might be useful to send one of my fellow succubus your way... and now that I've suggested it, the thought has already been taken up by some friendly energies, so don't be surprised what shows up. None of it will be life or health threatening, they're fellow explorers, not killers. :)


i've failed at the meditation thing about 3 times over. i can't even come close to the zazen position; last time i went i was the only person in the group of 12 meditating in a chair, and i quit due to embarrassment. but i'm over that sh!t now, and ready to get started.

like I said, I started out with headphones and visuals, I've progressed to being able to trigger the state without either now. The Silva method stuff has proven really helpful for some things, also. :)


Songs, you can't find people to handle your conversation topics??? you *must* be kidding!;) i'd *kill* for a night out on the town with you, just to see you in action! sure, we had our little moment at the carnival, (wink wink nod nod), but that was too fleeting for me, and i feel a little cheated. sh!t, i'd love to get the whole pub out for a night on the town; can you imagine?!?

*grinning* Cerridwen and I have spoken about how we'd love to have the Pub *for real*, and have everyone living and experimenting together in the same space. :P That's *my* idea of fun, because really- you think we'd be able to explore anywhere near enough in just one night? Borden and mine's first skype conversation lasted 22 hours and that was just one of many. lol.

I love creative spaces and individuals- t'would be the kind of glorious madness, glee, and contemplative moments of floating in the Blue Room that I resonate to.

[modwiz]

Is it just me or does anyone else want to put a flower in that guys ass for him to wake up to? :jester:

what sort of flower? a jaunty sunflower?

this 'post update' annoyance is annoying. I am annoyed with the annoyance factor of this annoying function.

Clearly, it would have to be some kind of annual. Unless it was a butt-er-cup.

[songsfortheotherkind]

What if it started growing??? :shocked:


He's talking about a brief encounter, not a relationship- the likelihood of man eating plants is slim.

[PurpleLama]

"How do you know I'm not a god?"

"Because it's not possible!"

-from the movie Groundhog Day

[Borden]

http://2.media.collegehumor.cvcdn.com/f/9/collegehumor.add4a1ff087d32bbbd9ba35979ed12b9.jpg

[another bob]

If anything comes to me with the philosophies and intentions of heteronomy and homogeny, I know it's nothing to do with high vibration energies and it's part of the virus projection, which doesn't actually extend out into the rest of the multiverse. The multiverse isn't infected with the virus nor does the multiverse support the judeo-christian/islamic/other (and previous religious ideas) view that suffering is the path to 'enlightenment'. If this were so, then the best thing that we can do for our children is to beat the beejums out of them and treat them like crap, because anything else is just hampering their path to enlightenment. We'd be educating them to accept and be peaceful with the treatment because this is the path to understanding. It's strange how, when one takes that worldview to its logical conclusion, there is general revulsion and 'oh no, it doesn't work like that', but then in the next breath insisting that for the 'gods' and 'enlightened beings' who are apparently directing things from afar it is precisely like that and they allow the same brutal learning process to happen. Sometimes they even arrange it, while saying that it's enlightenment to be peaceful with such things because suffering is the path to understanding.

Speaking in general terms, this is not the planet where people come to get enlightened. It's the planet where people come to learn how to behave -- don't be greedy, don't do harm, don't envy others or project malicious thoughts, play nice and love one another, etc -- in other words, the basics.

If there is suffering involved in that process, it's not something being imposed by folks in the clouds. It's simply the result of causes which we have ourselves set in motion through our own selfishness and ignorance. We made the mess and so here we are to clean up after ourselves before we can move on and play with the adults (most of the rest of the galaxy). If that seems unfair or uncool, such sentiment simply reflects a short-sightedness of perspective, a limitation in appreciation for how things work.

Liberation is simply the end of afflictive states, the end of suffering. Suffering is not the cause of liberation, but simply what comes to an end when we stop pinching ourselves, pulling out our own hair, stepping on our own feet, and sh*tting on our neighbor's plate. Nobody can make us stop harming ourselves, we have to figure that out on our own -- hence the virtual reality game we call "this life", which provides us with plenty of props to play with so that we can get the game right and be done with Groundhog Day.

[Borden]

Excellent. Several pages full of stuff I largely disagree about but thanked anyway. It's called sui generis ... you got a problem with that? Thank Spider-man above that Songsy came along with post 2958. Well sung.

Chinaski, your friend sounds truly horrible. I don't know what he meant by you being 'last', but I expect in his little world it's an idiomatic gem. I'd drive him to the airport too, just to make sure he leaves. Oh well, at least you weren't drinking alone ...

http://www.holytaco.com/wp-content/uploads/gallery/25-people-passed-out-in-public/2.jpg

http://www.holytaco.com/wp-content/uploads/gallery/25-people-passed-out-in-public/25.jpg

Anyway.

http://cdn2.holytaco.com/wp-content/uploads/get_help_lassie.jpg

[PurpleLama]

http://c.cslacker.com/184l.jpg

[PurpleLama]

http://uccslo.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/dali-last-supper.jpg

[Borden]

Blimey, how did this happen? Me and PurpleLama are having a Jesus-off! May the best Messiah win!

http://cdn2.holytaco.com/wp-content/uploads/ghostbuster_jesus_holy_taco.jpg

http://cdn2.holytaco.com/wp-content/uploads/ifyourejesusandyouknowit.jpg

[Calz]

Blimey, how did this happen? Me and PurpleLama are having a Jesus-off! May the best Messiah win!




http://www.motifake.com/image/demotivational-poster/small/0912/jesus-jesus-frootloops-miracletaost-demotivational-poster-1260352958.jpg


Well whilst yous guys are doing that ... we have a Bob spotting not too far from his home in California ...

___________________________



Frogs leap for victory at the Calaveras County Fair

16435


Brent Bloom urges on his frog "Jumping Bob" at the Jumping Frog Jubilee on May 20, 2012 in Calaveras County, Calif.

[songsfortheotherkind]

Blimey, how did this happen? Me and PurpleLama are having a Jesus-off! May the best Messiah win!

*bent over the keyboard, laughing*

a jesus-off! Oh, the best lol in ages, Odin's socks, I miss laughing with you!

awesome stuff.

[PurpleLama]

http://www.mariacristina.net/Aliens/Alien Supper.jpg

[PurpleLama]

http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rtOXMZlMTkg/S76LB_i8c7I/AAAAAAAAC9k/XYudSud4jWk/s1600/JesusSpinnin.jpg

[PurpleLama]

http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-axggqa7lm1o/TdXBIfaO0qI/AAAAAAAAFj4/1NKecNXexnA/s400/demot+jesus+facepalm.jpg

[Calz]

http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-axggqa7lm1o/TdXBIfaO0qI/AAAAAAAAFj4/1NKecNXexnA/s400/demot+jesus+facepalm.jpg

:lol:

I almost used that one earlier ... and settled for "jesus toast" instead.

http://ginoraidy.files.wordpress.com/2011/02/482.jpg?w=610

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v449/Ace_Venom/Funny_Pictures_3963.jpg

[Borden]

Ding ding! "Hell ... level eleven" ... (the elevator doors open) ... "Hello, PurpleLama and Borden ... ooh, we've been looking forward to seeing you lads for a long time!"

Oh well ... in for a penny in for a pound ... may as well be hung for a sheep as a ... oh, never mind.

http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k245/GhostofMakkinen/Humor/funny-jesus.jpg

http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g257/stretch14/Jesushasasenseofhumor.jpg

http://cdn2.holytaco.com/wp-content/uploads/jesus_died_for_your_sins_your_turn.jpg

http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s10/jlcolwell1979/jesusglow.jpg

Lastly ... another incredible sighting. We do indeed live in an age of miracles.

http://i720.photobucket.com/albums/ww209/jiiiproductions/Humor/itsjesus.jpg


(Sorry, Jesus ... I didn't mean it ... PurpleLama made me do it!)

(Bloody hell! Right after I posted this I refreshed the front page and saw that the pub thread is flanked by two threads about Jesus! It's a sign! It must mean he's on our side, right? Yeah ... that's what it means. Yeah. Good. So we've got that going for us. Excellent.)

[songsfortheotherkind]

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Things may be moving very quickly now that I have gotten clear on what it is that I want to do: we are looking at a house tomorrow that is available until the first of October, fully furnished, smaller than this place so less work, with a lovely garden, and $70 a week less than this one. If we get it the owners are leaving on Friday, so we'll be able to start moving in on Saturday. :D I will be in deep throw away mode, because I want things very simple and we'll only be taking what we really, really want from here- everything else will be given away. I want a reboot. I've got my friend T here at the moment and I've been downloading big time, so she's been sitting here listening to me map what started today with the 'exodus' post. It's getting clearer and clearer, I am so energised and delighted, because it feels like I've been set free of the misery of thinking that the rest of the globe has to level up before anything interesting is going to happen, or that some Being/s are going to have to take on the responsibility of exterminating over nearly 7 billion individuals- and that just doesn't sit well with sui generis, so that's not an option either. No, what seems to be the thing to get peaceful about is leaving the planet when Gaia leaves, which is fine by me- I'll be in awesome company and have amazing adventures in new environments to look forward to: I've never assisted a *planetary* sized Being 'walk in' before, heh heh heh...

I am so excited with this path- a larger Noah's ark deal, lol, or so it would seem: if *you* were Gaia would you leave your Art behind? We're in a situation where there are some fundamentally incompatible frequencies and either we go or they go, so it will be interesting to see what will happen: either there's a shift, or the howlers will eat everything, we die, then they die because there's nothing left to eat. The planet may or may not be inhabitable at that point. It seems pretty simple to me. I'm going to hold out for the shift, because death by howler and stupidity would be really annoying.

As for the idea that this dimension is a lower level kindergarten, I will pass by that one, so profoundly insulting it is to Gaia that I have no interest in engaging it. Suffice to say that tis interesting to discover the many different perspectives and frequencies, and to joyously hat tip the right of all Beings to their preferences, perspectives and the creative ability to craft whatever reality and experience suits them as Beings: seeing and experiencing things differently, even profoundly differently, is not a problem in my world. I just see it as the canvas of new possibilities: some possibilities I resonate hugely with, others I do not. This is all good and wonderful. :)

*dances off*

[songsfortheotherkind]

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[PurpleLama]

(Sorry, Jesus ... I didn't mean it ... PurpleLama made me do it!)



This actually works pretty well as a "Get Out of Hell Free" card. You'd be surprised.

[PurpleLama]

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[Cerridwen]

One of my favorite episodes

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[Calz]

(Sorry, Jesus ... I didn't mean it ... PurpleLama made me do it!)



This actually works pretty well as a "Get Out of Hell Free" card. You'd be surprised.


... well then ... in that case ... *rolls up sleeves*

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[PurpleLama]

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[PurpleLama]

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Calz, the "Tah-Dah!" was especially awesome. FTW.

[Borden]

I agree Calz ... the 'Ta Dah' one just made me laugh like an idiot.

Okay then, I'll leave J.C. alone now. There's no fun in a fight with someone who just turns the other cheek.

I think these are nice.

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[PurpleLama]

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[PurpleLama]

I do wonder, could not a thought of the mind virus not be seen as the virus, itself?

Would one of it's primary modes of operation not consist in the corruption of the very things that could be most helpful it the exposure and removal of the virus, itself?

[another bob]

I do wonder, could not a thought of the mind virus not be seen as the virus, itself?

Would one of it's modus operandi not primarily consist in the corruption of the very things that could be most helpful it the exposure and removal of the virus, itself?

You're getting warm, Brother!

Ego-mind will congratulate itself on how well it's doing transcending ego-mind. It will be right there in the front ranks, battling itself for the glory and honor of . . . yep -- ego-mind!Ego-mind (aka "the virus") can co-opt even your most profound realizations, taking the credit for how well it's seeing through and "hacking" itself. In fact, the very movement and impulse to fight the virus is prompted by the virus itself -- that's how it survives so well, by ensuring that a perpetual state of war exists (not unlike certain governments). The last thing it wants is to become obsolete through lack of attention. The last sound it ever wants to hear is silence.The mind which falls into its inherent and prior silence is not interesting to the ego-mind, which thrives on conflict. Consequently, sages and shamans recommend cultivating the discipline of inner silence.

"The grand trick of those sorcerers of ancient times was to burden the flyers' mind with discipline. Sorcerers found out that if they taxed the flyers' mind with inner silence, the foreign installation would flee, and give any one of the practitioners involved in this maneuver the total certainty of the mind's foreign origin." ~Don Juan Matus

"Whatever happens in consciousness is purely imaginary, a hallucination. Therefore keep in mind the knowledge that it is consciousness in which everything is happening. With that knowledge, be still, do not pursue any other thoughts which arise in consciousness."
~Sri Nisargadatta


The two quotes above coincide in describing the method of liberation, but it is not a path most will undertake, because of the tremendous discipline involved. In the Bhagavad Gita, Krishna told Arjuna that, out of millions, only a few will seek for the truth, and out of those who do, only a few will realize. Even given these slim odds, however, what is the alternative? To be a slave? If one is earnest enough in their desire for freedom, they will do what it takes, even unto death. In fact, it's precisely that death that the mystics and realizers throughout the centuries have spoken of as the price of admission -- to die to the mind.


Question: "It is said that the Self is beyond the mind and yet the realisation is with the mind. The mind cannot think it. It cannot be thought of by the mind and the mind alone can realise it. How are these contradictions to be reconciled?"

Ramana Maharshi: "Self is realised with mrita manas (dead mind), that is, mind devoid of thoughts and turned inward. Then the mind sees its own source and becomes that."

[Carmody]

I do wonder, could not a thought of the mind virus not be seen as the virus, itself?

Would one of it's modus operandi not primarily consist in the corruption of the very things that could be most helpful it the exposure and removal of the virus, itself?

You're getting warm, Brother!

Ego-mind will congratulate itself on how well it's doing transcending ego-mind. It will be right there in the front ranks, battling itself for the glory and honor of . . . yep -- ego-mind!Ego-mind (aka "the virus") can co-opt even your most profound realizations, taking the credit for how well it's seeing through and "hacking" itself. In fact, the very movement and impulse to fight the virus is prompted by the virus itself -- that's how it survives so well, by ensuring that a perpetual state of war exists (not unlike certain governments). The last thing it wants is to become obsolete through lack of attention. The last sound it ever wants to hear is silence.The mind which falls into its inherent and prior silence is not interesting to the ego-mind, which thrives on conflict. Consequently, sages and shamans recommend cultivating the discipline of inner silence.

"The grand trick of those sorcerers of ancient times was to burden the flyers' mind with discipline. Sorcerers found out that if they taxed the flyers' mind with inner silence, the foreign installation would flee, and give any one of the practitioners involved in this maneuver the total certainty of the mind's foreign origin." ~Don Juan Matus

"Whatever happens in consciousness is purely imaginary, a hallucination. Therefore keep in mind the knowledge that it is consciousness in which everything is happening. With that knowledge, be still, do not pursue any other thoughts which arise in consciousness."
~Sri Nisargadatta


The two quotes above coincide in describing the method of liberation, but it is not a path most will undertake, because of the tremendous discipline involved. In the Bhagavad Gita, Krishna told Arjuna that, out of millions, only a few will seek for the truth, and out of those who do, only a few will realize. Even given these slim odds, however, what is the alternative? To be a slave? If one is earnest enough in their desire for freedom, they will do what it takes, even unto death. In fact, it's precisely that death that the mystics and realizers throughout the centuries have spoken of as the price of admission -- to die to the mind.


Question: "It is said that the Self is beyond the mind and yet the realisation is with the mind. The mind cannot think it. It cannot be thought of by the mind and the mind alone can realise it. How are these contradictions to be reconciled?"

Ramana Maharshi: "Self is realised with mrita manas (dead mind), that is, mind devoid of thoughts and turned inward. Then the mind sees its own source and becomes that."

I JUST put the prequel to that, in another thread.

Here it is:



It is a simple fact of human psychology that the less the reach of a given person's intellect... the greater the desire (and projected fears) within... and thus the 'need' to label things, to define items and concepts into a form of certainty that is held to be inviolate. To create within the psychology a outline of projected certainty that reflects back a feeling of knowing and thus a form of safety.

This helps explain the media bias as a form of manipulation of the general populace, and the manipulation of the general populace via science and religion. Manipulate in the backdrop of the given situation, while dripping a reality into existence by responding to their 'needs'. needs Which are real, imagined, or created into existence.

Essentially, you help a confounded and upset child to suckle, by presenting it with a form and feel of a teat.

It really is that simple, as our logic and thoughts form from a source which is the hindbrain, which is the baseline function of the animal/body... and that is autonomous and outside of conscious thought.

Thus the very vast majority of people don't even know what the hell they are and how their brain works. And thus, their circle of logic is smaller than those who are aware of this..and thus they can be and ARE corralled and led to slaughter via this very simple aspect of human design.

If the general population where to confront this aspect of their mind and what it is, this would remove the certainties they have created in their minds, about what is real and what is not.....all would be in turmoil.

Thus, this must be avoided at all costs, via these thoughts not being allowed to take place in the mind. Up to and including killing anything that brings this idea and thinking, to them. Fear. Pain. confusion. Animal response.

A situation created by the feelings and emotions of the hindbrain, the place where the impetus and shaping of conscious thought ---erupts from.

Once again, it really is that simple and it has everything to do with this thread and the entire reason that this forum... exists.

How to be free?

Be conscious of this, in every waking and thinking moment.

For the rest of your life.

Wear it as a point and addition in every thought, 24/7. Even when you are sleeping.

And freedom..... WILL come.

Escape/surpass.... your hindbrain's enforced limit. Take the training wheels off your avatar.

I'm always reminded of the scene in the blues brothers where they go to see the penguin....

http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x6hlm6_blues-brothers-penguin_fun

(Yootoob has removed all Blues brothers videos. period.)

[PurpleLama]

I had read bob's reply and immediately popped over to read your posts, Carmody. Fun.