Welcome to The Pub At the End of the Universe.

[songsfortheotherkind]

*muffled laughter as I snuggle back down on my comfy water bed*

I never tease, I merely go fishing to see what's possible. I'm a succubus, remember? Awesomely interesting signals and frequencies are so gorram rare and I've got them happening all around me in this place- it's the best gathering of interesting creatives, mystics, energy wielders, glee sticks bearing, intelligent, imaginative and generally uninhibited Beings I've ever come across outside the energetic realms I normally stomp around in to get any kind of feedback going. I haven't felt this much energy in decades and it's awesome. It's quite frankly the first time in my life that I haven't felt like a real 'alien'.

this is my idea of the bestest game around- evolution as it's done on the seedier side of the tracks. *laughing*

[Borden]

Thank you, jagman ... that made me physically sick.

Well played.

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*muffled laughter as I snuggle back down on my comfy water bed*

I never tease, I merely go fishing to see what's possible. I'm a succubus, remember? Awesomely interesting signals and frequencies are so gorram rare and I've got them happening all around me in this place- it's the best gathering of interesting creatives, mystics, energy wielders, glee sticks bearing, intelligent, imaginative and generally uninhibited Beings I've ever come across outside the energetic realms I normally stomp around in to get any kind of feedback going. I haven't felt this much energy in decades and it's awesome. It's quite frankly the first time in my life that I haven't felt like a real 'alien'.

this is my idea of the bestest game around- evolution as it's done on the seedier side of the tracks. *laughing*

Coward, coward, coward ...

No offense meant. But you really are a coward.

[songsfortheotherkind]

Just tell them. I want to see what they make of it.

I love you too.

(I see no thanks for my Freddie posts ... miserable bastards.)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=OcfqDPAy7zc

*falls off my chair with laughter*

I'm laughing so hard I can't actually type easily... what a brilliant sniper attack...

[songsfortheotherkind]

Thank you, jagman ... that made me physically sick.

Well played.

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*muffled laughter as I snuggle back down on my comfy water bed*

I never tease, I merely go fishing to see what's possible. I'm a succubus, remember? Awesomely interesting signals and frequencies are so gorram rare and I've got them happening all around me in this place- it's the best gathering of interesting creatives, mystics, energy wielders, glee sticks bearing, intelligent, imaginative and generally uninhibited Beings I've ever come across outside the energetic realms I normally stomp around in to get any kind of feedback going. I haven't felt this much energy in decades and it's awesome. It's quite frankly the first time in my life that I haven't felt like a real 'alien'.

this is my idea of the bestest game around- evolution as it's done on the seedier side of the tracks. *laughing*

Coward, coward, coward ...

No offense meant. But you really are a coward.

*looks over at you from the middle of the pool*

What exactly do you think I'm being a coward about? If you think I'm being dodgy with my sui generis then call me on it, straight up. Tell me what you think I'm bullsh!tting my Self about. If you're right, I'll say so and kick my own arse. If I'm not, and I say I'm not, will you accept it? This is the one place on the whole planet I can come and be truly my Self, so I've got no issues with *truly* being my Self, including smearing my process all over the place like modern art.

Bring it on.

[Calz]

Thank you, jagman ... that made me physically sick.

Well played.

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*muffled laughter as I snuggle back down on my comfy water bed*

I never tease, I merely go fishing to see what's possible. I'm a succubus, remember? Awesomely interesting signals and frequencies are so gorram rare and I've got them happening all around me in this place- it's the best gathering of interesting creatives, mystics, energy wielders, glee sticks bearing, intelligent, imaginative and generally uninhibited Beings I've ever come across outside the energetic realms I normally stomp around in to get any kind of feedback going. I haven't felt this much energy in decades and it's awesome. It's quite frankly the first time in my life that I haven't felt like a real 'alien'.

this is my idea of the bestest game around- evolution as it's done on the seedier side of the tracks. *laughing*

Coward, coward, coward ...

No offense meant. But you really are a coward.

*looks over at you from the middle of the pool*

What exactly do you think I'm being a coward about? If you think I'm being dodgy with my sui generis then call me on it, straight up. Tell me what you think I'm bullsh!tting my Self about. If you're right, I'll say so and kick my own arse. If I'm not, and I say I'm not, will you accept it? This is the one place on the whole planet I can come and be truly my Self, so I've got no issues with *truly* being my Self, including smearing my process all over the place like modern art.

Bring it on.

Hate it when I can't sleep I do ...

Hate it when friends spar ... without inviting me ... I do


Sleep? Well call me a working man (on the overnight shift)



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You two settle your asses down else take a light saber to you I will ...


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Spank you both I will ... remote spanking mouse I have ....

[songsfortheotherkind]

Hate it when I can't sleep I do ...

I was about to say, 'hey! aren't you meant to be asleep?'


Hate it when friends spar ... without inviting me ... I do

*hands you a pool noodle* you want to join in? awesome! I'm so ****ing tired right now I think you'd be able to easily defeat me with a liquorice whip. *thinks about that for a bit, splayed like a jelly fish over my flolloping bed* Mmmm, no, actually, you prolly wouldn't be able to do that, I have a wicked competitive streak at the most inopportune and ridiculous times and I'd make you really work for any ground at all. So it's just as well neither of us can be arsed.


Sleep? Well call me a working man (on the overnight shift)

I haven't been sleeping a lot lately- combination of my body doing really strange shifts- I'm also not eating much, a fraction of what I normally eat (which isn't much anyway) , I have very little inclination to eat and my sleep patterns are up the spout. I *do* need at least four hours though, and I don't like to go 24 hours without some sleep.


You two settle your asses down else take a light saber to you I will ... I'm always curious when patterns like this emerge- I'm a hacker, I can't help but be interested, because part of me wonders if another Being is seeing something I'm not seeing about my own stuff, or if I'm being the mirror for their stuff. I'm also sufficiently unsure about interacting with others that I'm aware I can look dodgy at times, which springs from me not knowing what kind of ground I'm standing on. Men definitely confuse me and I *hate* having fault lines in me that the virus can use to pry open my head and toss me about like a rag doll, so despite my internal shivering I'll put my Self in situations where I can learn things about the confusion, whichever direction it's coming from. I've moved beyond exploring certain paths- my face will never again look like that picture I posted a few pages ago- and yet being deliberately open around males still creates a certain shiveriness in me that I'd like to work through.

I *like* males, which is why I continue to be around them despite my delight in women; I'd like to get to the point where I don't experience that shiver, which means the only men I can work through that with are the ones who themselves are slidy and multifaceted. I can't work through my process with men who would be considered 'solid' because I simply don't live in a solid state, and I'm allergic to anyone trying to make me live in one. Problem is, the slidy I've generally come across in men has a large dose of virus and slitherin in it, which means trouble for a Being like me. So I'm flailing around in the dark a lot of the time with processing this energy, although learning this new info with the expansion does help with the flailing. :P

I really, really love evolution and exploration, even when it's scary. I'd rather be scared than lie to my Self or anyone else.

[songsfortheotherkind]

Borden, I have waited for a reply and it's not here yet- either you're not going to say anything, or your writing an epic post. Either way, I have to sleep and I'm leaving this message here because your gorram inbox is full. If my sleep patterns are anything to go by, I'll be up in 5 hours anyway. We can have at it then.

[PurpleLama]

Hey, we broke a thousand, here in the Pub! I bet we're in the off topic forum by the time we reach two thousand. Maybe we can get a sticky, there!

[another bob]

Oi all you edgelings, a toast to all the little ones, the old ones, the passed ones, the new ones coming in and the rest of the universal sui hood. May you evolve and make it a good one! I´ll be over here, singing

c-EiKPrAOHA




AIpkMg9sh6Q


:yo:

[Curt]

Sometimes a little rain does the trick.

Sometimes something a bit more hardcore is required.


;)


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zfP5luwzdyo

[Calz]

Sh!t ... dammit ... why cannot I sleep today???

Okay ... you want NIN???

Best song ... although it always makes me feel "creepy" and "guilty" ... perhaps too many past lives as a Catholic???



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[Mike]

did someone say 'fight'?

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[another bob]

The Place of Original Magic


She lay naked on the rug, moving gently against the softness. It stroked and warmed her back. The candle was a steady pillar of light. She lay with her legs apart, her knees drawn up, her hands and arms were on her sides with her palms facing upwards, in this open vulnerable position that she had learned to feel comfortable in.

She smiled a half smile and turned to an accomplice, remembering how she had overcome the temptation to see strength as male, hard and strained, and instead to see it as soft and vulnerable, organically flowing, like a leaf that dances with the wind.

The sweet smell of Freesias reached her with their clear fragrance, and the smell of her own skin, soft and freshly bathed. She tried always to let it be like this – the commonplace things to become sensual things, the sensual things to become spiritual. Within her sensuality lay nature flowing in her, The cycles of the moon which she charted with her body, the bands of light in the color of her hair, which marked all her bareheaded summons with the precision of rings inside a tree, and her spirit felt itself swell and grow, like a seed ready to burst into life. Her oneness with nature was at once a surrendering to and a drawing from, a flowing power, a glow which gave her peace and contentment.

Her child played nearby. It too was naked – its soft baby hair falling onto a tiny back. It moved with the grace of an animal, and the tiny girl’s eyes sparkled with playfulness and alert curiosity. The child came to its mother and lay beside her on the rug, the dark wool highlighting the soft glow of her young skin. She pressed her pink wet mouth to her mother’s nipple which had fallen towards her and sucked for milk and comfort. Her hand grasped at the breast to steady it, and their skins glided and melded. Woman and child – the two who were once one.
The woman felt a slow warm pleasure at the child’s gentle sucking. It spread across her breast and down to her vulva. It made her close her eyes languorously. This too she had accepted joyfully – that every happy emotion made her feel sensual, and that this was part of understanding her emotions with mind, body, and spirit.

The dark strong hair over her pubic bone had once frightened her, and the moist wanting powerful place she had not been allowed to acknowledge as her own, but now she accepted it – loved this place for all the pleasure and strength it gave her.
The child finished sucking and pulled up onto its mother’s belly, and eased itself down to look at the triangle of dark hair, unconsciously echoing its first journey down from her womb.

The child slid down and came to look at this place from below, knowing that it too had a similar place. The mother raised her torso and rested on her elbows to look down at the child, smiling at its awareness and wish to know. "It is my vulva,” she whispered, “the place from which you came, the place of original magic.”

The child smiled.


~Author unknown

[another bob]

*muffled laughter as I snuggle back down on my comfy water bed*

I never tease, I merely go fishing to see what's possible. I'm a succubus, remember? Awesomely interesting signals and frequencies are so gorram rare and I've got them happening all around me in this place- it's the best gathering of interesting creatives, mystics, energy wielders, glee sticks bearing, intelligent, imaginative and generally uninhibited Beings I've ever come across outside the energetic realms I normally stomp around in to get any kind of feedback going. I haven't felt this much energy in decades and it's awesome. It's quite frankly the first time in my life that I haven't felt like a real 'alien'.

this is my idea of the bestest game around- evolution as it's done on the seedier side of the tracks. *laughing*


Confucius had a dream where he was taken to visit hell. It was not at all like the stories go, and there was no sign of fires or demons. Instead, there was a succulent banquet spread out upon an immense table, and all were gathered around. The problem was, the only way the assembly was allowed to eat the food was with chopsticks 5 feet long. Try as they might, for eternity the inhabitants were unable to lift one bite to their mouths, nor could they ever resolve the problem and so they suffered endless pangs of hunger.

Then Confucius was taken to heaven, but found the same banquet spread out before the diners, yet they too had to contend with 5 foot long chopsticks, only here they lifted the food with those chopsticks into each other's mouths, and all were satisfied.


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[Debra]

Songs, The Gate to Women's Country, by Sheri S. Tepper. No I have not heard of it but I will seek it out.

I know that responding with violence - blindly - is not vibrating very highly but I also think that we still have some bumpy roads ahead, you can taste it in the air. Faced with this, in real physical time, is a matter that still needs to be dealt with.
Preparation on how to a) diffuse a situation with confidence and if all else fails b) ready with some damn good moves to put an attacker back in its box and emerge safely. For a lot of people, male and female, that takes some balls so there is a real need to help people regain their inner spirit - sadly it has been dumbed down and handed over ..

But I am talking protection here, and martial arts. Hmm, I think we need to look further. Looks good and people who train are fine physical specimens with good reflexes and confidence, give them that. But ultimately, martial arts is a sport, played out on soft mats with a referee, rules and even time out. This is not reality. The real thing requires proper preparation - to be ready for the lightening speed and ugliness of a real life attack. And it is more than knowing a few tactical moves to protect yourself as well - this is last resort - but helping people move out of a victim mentality, developing self awareness and confidence. Living more confidently with yourself goes a long way, because abusers will seek out weakness and fear first.

I like Another Bob´s reminder to keep sending out the love as well - because acts of aggression - passive or enactive - all come from a horrendous place of pain.

So, I am writing stream of consciousness here but this, I think, is where the nourishment from being utterly and only Sui Generis will - hands down - transcend the need to hold onto pain, the permission to give pain and to receive it.

Sui Generis training. What would that look like? Another Bob, I agree with you, he writes some beautiful poetics that compliment this emergent design.

Just some thoughts Songs. We need to keep our light swords handy, our senses in tune for divine knowledge downloading, to ultimately act in that blink of madness, in a way that is honest and clean.

Hugs back at you

*hits the blender button*

Hmm, raspberries, kale, bananas and coconut oil - wicked! :o
and you don´t want to mess with this mama -

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[QUOTE=Zebra;460667]There is a thread that has been running outside the pub the last few days Songs, the one that points the blame at women, again, for being ultimately responsible for a f**d up world. All I can say, is I stayed away from that one and I am so disappointed that it is given any energy at all. It is still going on.


*hugs you, grinning and wolfish eyed*

Hey, I'm just talking about this in the here and now thread- I think I'll do a rare double post thing and put up my reply here too. This is something that I'm really interested in exploring too, especially with the males that frequent the Pub, they tend to be more open and intelligent. They're also here, which means strong and articulate women don't scare them- or not enough to make them run away, at least. I'm not interested in those that can't handle my brand of strong anyway, they're not the droids I seek. *laughing, reaching up to the double swords on my back* Because, as they say, the keyboard is mightier than the sword, until you've got some d*ckhead physically in front of you and intent on real and immediate harm- then I'll take the swords, the martial arts and the psychic ability to spook the beejums out of an attacker over a keyboard, unless it's all I've got to hit them with. :P

There are naturally more complex energetic issues at play here and those are definitely worth discussing- suffice to say that, in the end, violence is only useful as a last resort in the face of a physical attacker. Have you ever read The Gate to Women's Country, by Sheri S. Tepper? I can't recommend it highly enough for some of its themes, even though the eugenics in it does spark some people's ire.

[Cerridwen]

(Oh ... just bring it ... any of you. Seriously. If you have questions I have answers, fleshies. Try me.)

Darn it. It go to work and I missed a great pool fight.

So now I'm intrigued... how much do you want to share Broden?

[Debra]

Hiya Bob!

You are not just any Bob, you are our Bob. Will you be my therapist? I so appreciate your words, and you seem to deliver with so little effort. I am sorry that I have not caught up with answering your post here earlier, I just have a wee problem with staying up with you sentient lovely bunch of beings. I slide along at the pace of a wounded slug, but I get there :)

You are right, most people are not ready when you appeal to their higher self. I mourn privately when that happens, especially with those nearest. In a funny way, I have grown to love where they are at - because it is their business, not mine, and their journey cannot be led by me or anyone. With my children, I have to admit I have struggled because I have thought at time that mother knows best. But oh my, they have emerged as glorious beings and I am so proud. My son can still send me into mother´s worst fears but then he goes and says something that truly rocks my core -- he is far far more enlightened than I ever was - at his age and now. My daughters too, they blow me away..

Bob, I am really interested to hear more about your thoughts about pre birth planning. The life review process ... in the last few months I have read a couple of books, after waking up with a call to look into pass lives but I found something far more interesting, when I started researching, which obviously you have had the blessing to visit, while in this life.

What is it like? What more have you learned?

Questions, questions :) This zebra needs feeding .. thank you Bob :happy:

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Hiya Z!

From what I've observed over time, the only way to effectively change anyone's point of view is to present an alternative that they find inherently more attractive, and then the old view will naturally become obsolete. Threats don't work, nor does anger, etc.. However, as much as you may attempt to appeal to someone's higher nature, to reach them on the soul level where one can make a difference, that appeal will usually fall on deaf ears unless the listener is open to really listening, to sincerely questioning their prior conditioning, and is able to recognize how the beliefs that they have developed based on that previous programming are not serving their best interests, but are in fact leading them into more and more suffering.

These days, despite all the talk about some mass transformation of consciousness underway, what I have noticed instead is an increasing inability within the collective to thoroughly understand that thoughts and actions have consequences, and that whatever appears within the collective consciousness does so dependent on everything else. There seems to be a growing disconnect in that regard, particularly among the younger generation, and it is troubling. I hope I am wrong, but the evidence seems to point to an uncomfortable truth.

Moreover, having come to understand how things work out after death, particularly in terms of the life review process, I have come to have great pity for the abusers, and when I hear about their crimes, I say a little prayer for them, as well as for their victims, because I know how they will suffer, and in fact they will be their own hardest accusers once they get direct knowledge of the consequences of their past thoughts and deeds. I mean, even the little inadvertant slights we may have tossed off to a co-worker, for example, sting like the dickens when we see their ripples. Try telling folks about that, however, and you will likely get blank stares, if not smirks, so I tend to keep that issue to myself, unless a legitimate opportunity presents itself, and even then, it will usually only elicit lip service.

Consequently, I try to stick to the basics. I understand that, first and foremost, everyone at heart wants to love and be loved, and so I direct my efforts in that regard, attempting to point out in various ways how negative strategies such as greed, envy, hatred, blame, divisiveness, and fear-mongering do not result in what the person wants most -- to be loved. If this can be seen directly, then the person may be motivated to change. Unfortunately, many are so gone in their self-absorbed delusions that they will have to learn the hard way, which is why this realm is both a prison and a school.


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[Alekahn]

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[another bob]

Bob, I am really interested to hear more about your thoughts about pre birth planning. The life review process ... in the last few months I have read a couple of books, after waking up with a call to look into pass lives but I found something far more interesting, when I started researching, which obviously you have had the blessing to visit, while in this life.

What is it like? What more have you learned?


My Dear Z,

Your children sound like they are true blessings for you, and this is great to hear!

Moreover, how wonderful that you are exploring these matters deeply, but remember that our perspective is dependent on our level of awareness. From our 3-D angle of vision, it is difficult if not well nigh impossible to grasp matters that will seem crystal clear once we move up a few notches in terms of awareness and the amnesia dissolves, and that includes how everything fits together in an amazing web of timeless interdependency, permeated by a love that is utterly unfathomable in its intensity and unconditionality. I have to pause here, because just the mere contemplation of this floods me with an unspeakable wave of ecstatic remembrance.


OK, to get a sense about how the process in question works -- the mechanics of both the life review and the next life selection -- I would first recommend studying the extensive research of Dr. Michael Newton into life between lives: http://www.spiritualregression.org/

I have also lately found the books of Nanci Danison to be enormously informative:
https://www.amazon.com/Nanci-L.-Danison/e/B002BMGRM0?tag=duckduckgo-d-20

Nanci also has a youtube channel, where she elaborates on her own nde journey, in which she was allowed to bring back a wealth of pertinent info: http://www.youtube.com/user/NanciDanison

The most important thing I can share -- what I have learned about all this -- is that love is all that matters. The only thing worth doing with this precious life with which we are blessed is to find our own unique way to infuse that living recognition into every single thought, word, and deed. It's the only cure for the mind virus, the only remedy for that desperate emotional contraction at the heart, which would have us live as if we are somehow divided from Source, from each other, and in need of resort to arrogance, selfishness, greed, envy, hatred, blame, and fear.

Love Always

[songsfortheotherkind]

Hey, we broke a thousand, here in the Pub! I bet we're in the off topic forum by the time we reach two thousand. Maybe we can get a sticky, there!

I challenge anyone to seriously suggest that the ripsnorting levels of intimacy, honesty, virus hacking, connecting, sui generis and Generally Serious Stuff we get into here- inbetween the Epic and Awesome Arsing About- is off topic. Challenge, I say! Pool noodles at midday! Off topic my voluptuous arse. :P

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*hits the blender button*

Hmm, raspberries, kale, bananas and coconut oil - wicked! :o

Oh yummmmmm, breakfast! Smoothie nectar... wicked combo indeed. :D

[songsfortheotherkind]

did someone say 'fight'?

pffffft, no, there were no lightsabres or swords or anyfink. Just a drunken Sith and a succubus on a lilo, you know how it goes.

Your sig is superb. I love the regularity with which your sig changes. :D

[another bob]

Hey, we broke a thousand, here in the Pub! I bet we're in the off topic forum by the time we reach two thousand. Maybe we can get a sticky, there!

I challenge anyone to seriously suggest that the ripsnorting levels of intimacy, honesty, virus hacking, connecting, sui generis and Generally Serious Stuff we get into here- inbetween the Epic and Awesome Arsing About- is off topic. Challenge, I say! Pool noodles at midday! Off topic my voluptuous arse. :P[COLOR="red"]


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[songsfortheotherkind]

Sometimes a little rain does the trick.

Sometimes something a bit more hardcore is required.

Gorgeous and perfect.

[songsfortheotherkind]

AIpkMg9sh6Q

:yo:

This was like someone had left me freesias and a circle of stones on my front door step for me to find first thing in the morning. It is a measure of Roy's writing ability that this song sounds just as haunting and magnificent no matter what language it's sung in...

[Debra]

My Dear Z,

Your children sound like they are true blessings for you, and this is great to hear!

Thank you Bob, kindly

Moreover, how wonderful that you are exploring these matters deeply, but remember that our perspective is dependent on our level of awareness. From our 3-D angle of vision, it is difficult if not well nigh impossible to grasp matters that will seem crystal clear once we move up a few notches in terms of awareness and the amnesia dissolves, and that includes how everything fits together in an amazing web of timeless interdependency, permeated by a love that is utterly unfathomable in its intensity and unconditionality. I have to pause here, because just the mere contemplation of this floods me with an unspeakable wave of ecstatic remembrance.

i hear you :)

OK, to get a sense about how the process in question works -- the mechanics of both the life review and the next life selection -- I would first recommend studying the extensive research of Dr. Michael Newton into life between lives: http://www.spiritualregression.org/

Yep, I have started already with M Newton, and the one also that he edits from case studies of people who have studied to be Newton Institute practitioners, well put together, the study of this is really very good

I have also lately found the books of Nanci Danison to be enormously informative:
https://www.amazon.com/Nanci-L.-Danison/e/B002BMGRM0?tag=duckduckgo-d-20

Nanci also has a youtube channel, where she elaborates on her own nde journey, in which she was allowed to bring back a wealth of pertinent info: http://www.youtube.com/user/NanciDanison

Good, I will get into this, thanks.

The most important thing I can share -- what I have learned about all this -- is that love is all that matters. The only thing worth doing with this precious life with which we are blessed is to find our own unique way to infuse that living recognition into every single thought, word, and deed. It's the only cure for the mind virus, the only remedy for that desperate emotional contraction at the heart, which would have us live as if we are somehow divided from Source, from each other, and in need of resort to arrogance, selfishness, greed, envy, hatred, blame, and fear.

Love Always

You said it-

Time to hit the sack up here.
Big thanks again Bob, you are a treasure.
/Z

[Cerridwen]

One nice thing about hanging out in this pub, besides meeting everyone and laughing while listening to great music, is that I’ve been thinking more about different topics that some of you have brought up. Today I was asking myself what is my Sui Generis? If anyone is interested, here are some of the ramblings my brain came up with this morning on the way into work.

Songs wrote about embracing her more androgynous and masculine natures. That those suit her Sui Generis best. I love that about her. I, on the other hand thrive when I truly embrace my feminine energy. When I step into that feminine power and let it surge through me I can start to understand just how amazing my Self really is.

I’m not talking about using my “feminine wiles” to seduce or otherwise manipulate, I mean standing strong in all that it means to be a woman.

So often though, I get caught up in doing what I think I have to. I forget to do things for myself. I forget who am and what I like about me. I’ve been having a lot of really nasty conversations with the virus lately. It sucks. I know you’ve all been there too.

I’m tired of hearing the virus tell me all of the things I hate about Me so, I’ve listed some things that I do like about myself both inside and out.

I need to create, to nurture, to love, to heal, to shine, to give, to feed, to feel, to be still, to be silly, to dance, to let myself be vulnerable, to listen to my intuition. When I remember to do these things is when I’m the happiest , when I like myself the most.

I like being soft and squishy and curvy.
I like wearing pretty dresses and heels that make my legs look sexy.
I like being short. I’m only 5 ft tall.
I like wearing just enough make up to enhance my looks without looking like I’m trying to hide or mask myself.
I like that my long hair is always in a messy riot of curls, wild and free. That I can change the color of it if I want to. Right now it’s a dark rich brown that shines red in the sunlight.
I like that no one can really figure out if my eyes are blue or green or a combination of both depending on my mood at the moment.
I like that when I allow someone in my personal space they comment that I “always smell so good”.
I like having a baby face and that no one can guess my real age unless I mention that I have a 21 yr old daughter.
Yes, “I Enjoy Being a Girl”. *Starts singing that song in her head again*

I love that I can enjoy all of these things about myself without being fake or helpless. If one wants to underestimate me based on my outside looks alone, then they’d be sorely mistaken. *Grins with a devilish gleam in her now greenish eyes*

I also have enough masculine energy flowing through to keep myself healthy and balanced. I’m a Capricorn with Aquarius rising which means I can be bossy and domineering as well as rebellious and eccentric. I’m usually pretty practical, but also have a wild streak that can be coaxed out of me if I’m in the mood. Don’t waste your breath trying to tell me what to do. I’ll either laugh in your face or flip you off with a look. I like to be in charge, but I’m almost always fair. I laugh when friends comment on how patient I am with others, I guess they can’t hear the screaming with frustration in my head.

This is still a work in progress. I’m not used to writing/ typing down stuff about myself like this.

Sigh... I’ve come here to post this a few times already, but keep deleting it. Damn virus. F**k it. Here it goes.

Ok, time to relax in the soapy pool. Someone pass the back scrubber, and bring me a stiff drink pretty please!

[songsfortheotherkind]

Sh!t ... dammit ... why cannot I sleep today???

Okay ... you want NIN???

Best song ... although it always makes me feel "creepy" and "guilty" ... perhaps too many past lives as a Catholic???
JUt-yBdWboA

You know what personally creeps me out? Hearing all that Bible stuff in the beginning- I feel genuinely sick. I cannot begin to fathom how anyone can honestly take that religion seriously- do they not actually read the book they're waving around? *shudders* The number of nightmares I had as a child of being tortured and burned at the stake- it took me years until I was able to discover what exactly it was that I was dreaming about...

[songsfortheotherkind]

did someone say 'fight'?

nG_Nwp0wZc0

*LOVE* Brad's gypsy fighter in this film. There's a part of me that really wants to be able to punch like that. *laughing* I don't actually want to be in a situation where I need it, I simply want to know that it's there, just in case. :D

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Such determination in the face of the virus. *grins hugely* I'll be back soon to reply, I'm catching up on everything else and making my Self some tea.


One nice thing about hanging out in this pub, besides meeting everyone and laughing while listening to great music, is that I’ve been thinking more about different topics that some of you have brought up. Today I was asking myself what is my Sui Generis? If anyone is interested, here are some of the ramblings my brain came up with this morning on the way into work.

Songs wrote about embracing her more androgynous and masculine natures. That those suit her Sui Generis best. I love that about her. I, on the other hand thrive when I truly embrace my feminine energy. When I step into that feminine power and let it surge through me I can start to understand just how amazing my Self really is.

I’m not talking about using my “feminine wiles” to seduce or otherwise manipulate, I mean standing strong in all that it means to be a woman.

So often though, I get caught up in doing what I think I have to. I forget to do things for myself. I forget who am and what I like about me. I’ve been having a lot of really nasty conversations with the virus lately. It sucks. I know you’ve all been there too.

I’m tired of hearing the virus tell me all of the things I hate about Me so, I’ve listed some things that I do like about myself both inside and out.

I need to create, to nurture, to love, to heal, to shine, to give, to feed, to feel, to be still, to be silly, to dance, to let myself be vulnerable, to listen to my intuition. When I remember to do these things is when I’m the happiest , when I like myself the most.

I like being soft and squishy and curvy.
I like wearing pretty dresses and heels that make my legs look sexy.
I like being short. I’m only 5 ft tall.
I like wearing just enough make up to enhance my looks without looking like I’m trying to hide or mask myself.
I like that my long hair is always in a messy riot of curls, wild and free. That I can change the color of it if I want to. Right now it’s a dark rich brown that shines red in the sunlight.
I like that no one can really figure out if my eyes are blue or green or a combination of both depending on my mood at the moment.
I like that when I allow someone in my personal space they comment that I “always smell so good”.
I like having a baby face and that no one can guess my real age unless I mention that I have a 21 yr old daughter.
Yes, “I Enjoy Being a Girl”. *Starts singing that song in her head again*

I love that I can enjoy all of these things about myself without being fake or helpless. If one wants to underestimate me based on my outside looks alone, then they’d be sorely mistaken. *Grins with a devilish gleam in her now greenish eyes*

I also have enough masculine energy flowing through to keep myself healthy and balanced. I’m a Capricorn with Aquarius rising which means I can be bossy and domineering as well as rebellious and eccentric. I’m usually pretty practical, but also have a wild streak that can be coaxed out of me if I’m in the mood. Don’t waste your breath trying to tell me what to do. I’ll either laugh in your face or flip you off with a look. I like to be in charge, but I’m almost always fair. I laugh when friends comment on how patient I am with others, I guess they can’t hear the screaming with frustration in my head.

This is still a work in progress. I’m not used to writing/ typing down stuff about myself like this.

Sigh... I’ve come here to post this a few times already, but keep deleting it. Damn virus. F**k it. Here it goes.

Ok, time to relax in the soapy pool. Someone pass the back scrubber, and bring me a stiff drink pretty please!

[songsfortheotherkind]

Confucius had a dream where he was taken to visit hell. It was not at all like the stories go, and there was no sign of fires or demons. Instead, there was a succulent banquet spread out upon an immense table, and all were gathered around. The problem was, the only way the assembly was allowed to eat the food was with chopsticks 5 feet long. Try as they might, for eternity the inhabitants were unable to lift one bite to their mouths, nor could they ever resolve the problem and so they suffered endless pangs of hunger.

Then Confucius was taken to heaven, but found the same banquet spread out before the diners, yet they too had to contend with 5 foot long chopsticks, only here they lifted the food with those chopsticks into each other's mouths, and all were satisfied.


:yo:

*lifts chopsticks to your mouth*


Perfect. I knew what it was going to be before I read the last paragraph...

[Mike]

did someone say 'fight'?

pffffft, no, there were no lightsabres or swords or anyfink. Just a drunken Sith and a succubus on a lilo, you know how it goes.

Your sig is superb. I love the regularity with which your sig changes. :D




glad you like it.

i'm workin the graveyard shift tonight (i feel your pain, Calz) so this'll be my only contribution till tomorrow. for you Songs...


0hogURo_DHQ

[songsfortheotherkind]

(Oh ... just bring it ... any of you. Seriously. If you have questions I have answers, fleshies. Try me.)

Darn it. It go to work and I missed a great pool fight.

Not really- nobody got wet at all, in any way whatsoever. *gleams* My idea of a good poolfight involves underwater thrashing, many bodies, folderol with pool noodles and moves either into serious and kickarse lightsabre fights around the pool or in laughter and a puppy pile of hugging while limply hanging onto the edge of the pool. Either works for me, especially when there's sex involved at some point. *huge cheesy grin*


So now I'm intrigued... how much do you want to share Broden?

*laughing* That sentence looks like you're asking *me* how much I want to share Borden. Fortunately for himself, he's his own Being and can share as much or as little of him Self as he likes. *more giggling*

[songsfortheotherkind]

glad you like it.

i'm workin the graveyard shift tonight (i feel your pain, Calz) so this'll be my only contribution till tomorrow. for you Songs...


0hogURo_DHQ

*laughing* Superb. It didn't make me throw up in my mouth a little bit at all and that's always a good sign.

It will be good when you get back- check the Blue Room if you're looking for me, I'm kind of liking this whole Posts from the Lilo thing I've got going here at the moment...

[songsfortheotherkind]

yyZU4iNRdsM

With a few rare exceptions (and some of them deliberately inflicted by yours truly), the quality of music posted on the jukebox in here is definitely noteworthy, this tune included.

[another bob]

0hogURo_DHQ



http://i41.tinypic.com/2jagvgn.gif

[Cerridwen]

(Oh ... just bring it ... any of you. Seriously. If you have questions I have answers, fleshies. Try me.)

Darn it. It go to work and I missed a great pool fight.

Not really- nobody got wet at all, in any way whatsoever. *gleams* My idea of a good poolfight involves underwater thrashing, many bodies, folderol with pool noodles and moves either into serious and kickarse lightsabre fights around the pool or in laughter and a puppy pile of hugging while limply hanging onto the edge of the pool. Either works for me, especially when there's sex involved at some point. *huge cheesy grin*


So now I'm intrigued... how much do you want to share Broden?

*laughing* That sentence looks like you're asking *me* how much I want to share Borden. Fortunately for himself, he's his own Being and can share as much or as little of him Self as he likes. *more giggling*

*Starts giggling with you* You're right, it does look like that. I'm going to blame it on being at work and attempting to use my cell phone to post with. It has absolutely nothing to do with Freud. Nope not at all! *Keeps giggling*

How about this? So Borden, now I'm intrigued. Just how much of your story do you want to share?

[modwiz]

One nice thing about hanging out in this pub, besides meeting everyone and laughing while listening to great music, is that I’ve been thinking more about different topics that some of you have brought up. Today I was asking myself what is my Sui Generis? If anyone is interested, here are some of the ramblings my brain came up with this morning on the way into work.

Songs wrote about embracing her more androgynous and masculine natures. That those suit her Sui Generis best. I love that about her. I, on the other hand thrive when I truly embrace my feminine energy. When I step into that feminine power and let it surge through me I can start to understand just how amazing my Self really is.

I’m not talking about using my “feminine wiles” to seduce or otherwise manipulate, I mean standing strong in all that it means to be a woman.

So often though, I get caught up in doing what I think I have to. I forget to do things for myself. I forget who am and what I like about me. I’ve been having a lot of really nasty conversations with the virus lately. It sucks. I know you’ve all been there too.

I’m tired of hearing the virus tell me all of the things I hate about Me so, I’ve listed some things that I do like about myself both inside and out.

I need to create, to nurture, to love, to heal, to shine, to give, to feed, to feel, to be still, to be silly, to dance, to let myself be vulnerable, to listen to my intuition. When I remember to do these things is when I’m the happiest , when I like myself the most.

I like being soft and squishy and curvy.
I like wearing pretty dresses and heels that make my legs look sexy.
I like being short. I’m only 5 ft tall.
I like wearing just enough make up to enhance my looks without looking like I’m trying to hide or mask myself.
I like that my long hair is always in a messy riot of curls, wild and free. That I can change the color of it if I want to. Right now it’s a dark rich brown that shines red in the sunlight.
I like that no one can really figure out if my eyes are blue or green or a combination of both depending on my mood at the moment.
I like that when I allow someone in my personal space they comment that I “always smell so good”.
I like having a baby face and that no one can guess my real age unless I mention that I have a 21 yr old daughter.
Yes, “I Enjoy Being a Girl”. *Starts singing that song in her head again*

I love that I can enjoy all of these things about myself without being fake or helpless. If one wants to underestimate me based on my outside looks alone, then they’d be sorely mistaken. *Grins with a devilish gleam in her now greenish eyes*

I also have enough masculine energy flowing through to keep myself healthy and balanced. I’m a Capricorn with Aquarius rising which means I can be bossy and domineering as well as rebellious and eccentric. I’m usually pretty practical, but also have a wild streak that can be coaxed out of me if I’m in the mood. Don’t waste your breath trying to tell me what to do. I’ll either laugh in your face or flip you off with a look. I like to be in charge, but I’m almost always fair. I laugh when friends comment on how patient I am with others, I guess they can’t hear the screaming with frustration in my head.

This is still a work in progress. I’m not used to writing/ typing down stuff about myself like this.

Sigh... I’ve come here to post this a few times already, but keep deleting it. Damn virus. F**k it. Here it goes.

Ok, time to relax in the soapy pool. Someone pass the back scrubber, and bring me a stiff drink pretty please!

So many nice things said here. Except high heels. Whorish turn off for me. To each their own, but as a body worker and seeing the havoc the shoes wreak on feet and backs, shortening of the Achilles tendon sometimes resulting in an 'addiction' to heels because of atrophied tendons are just a few reasons for it.

In my mind a goddess is flat footed with her full foot on the Earth standing in sober power free from the need to hang her ass in the air anymore than it naturally does so. Natural is beautiful. It is the virus that makes women want to walk around like teetering tarts, IMO.

These are just my sui generis opinions. I understand the programming that has gone into women's and men's heads around certain subjects. Of course high heels catch a man's eyes. They scream "look at my ass and then f**k me". Not too subtle. "I can't run and I'm easy to catch in these silly things".

I am ready to leave the pub if my opinions are seen as too extreme. Songs, your call.

[Borden]

Never drop a light sabre in a swimming pool, that's all I'm saying.

[Normalguy31]

Not too long ago, in a mom and pop skydiving joint in the mountains, a young man decided to take the plunge for his birthday.

The first time I decided to go skydiving was also the first time I had ever flown in an airplane. Needless to say it was the most terrifying, and liberating thing I have ever done. The feeling I had once I got to the ground was the most blissful, childlike joy I have ever experienced.I was instantly hooked. For the next week the sky was bluer, grass was greener, all the troubles of the human experience were instantly simple. I just didn't give a **** about them anymore :) Something about risking you life made me feel more alive than ever before.

Since then I have gone through the school, and am now a licensed skydiver. After a day of skydiving my mind is completely silent, something people meditate for a lifetime trying to acheive, and I can get it instantly. It's kind of my way of a loophole to the mind virus you speak of. It's not permanent, and those troubles creep back into my thought pattern after a few days, but for those few days of bliss its amazing. I almost feel like I'm cheating somehow, and I'm going to be punished for having instant gratification. Maybe I will. Maybe I won't. I know the risks.

I guess what I'm trying to say is find something you love to do, and ride it like a bull with freshly tugged testicles.

If you haven't gone into free fall at 120mph then you should. IT'S F*CKING AWESOME!!!!

[Normalguy31]

One nice thing about hanging out in this pub, besides meeting everyone and laughing while listening to great music, is that I’ve been thinking more about different topics that some of you have brought up. Today I was asking myself what is my Sui Generis? If anyone is interested, here are some of the ramblings my brain came up with this morning on the way into work.

Songs wrote about embracing her more androgynous and masculine natures. That those suit her Sui Generis best. I love that about her. I, on the other hand thrive when I truly embrace my feminine energy. When I step into that feminine power and let it surge through me I can start to understand just how amazing my Self really is.

I’m not talking about using my “feminine wiles” to seduce or otherwise manipulate, I mean standing strong in all that it means to be a woman.

So often though, I get caught up in doing what I think I have to. I forget to do things for myself. I forget who am and what I like about me. I’ve been having a lot of really nasty conversations with the virus lately. It sucks. I know you’ve all been there too.

I’m tired of hearing the virus tell me all of the things I hate about Me so, I’ve listed some things that I do like about myself both inside and out.

I need to create, to nurture, to love, to heal, to shine, to give, to feed, to feel, to be still, to be silly, to dance, to let myself be vulnerable, to listen to my intuition. When I remember to do these things is when I’m the happiest , when I like myself the most.

I like being soft and squishy and curvy.
I like wearing pretty dresses and heels that make my legs look sexy.
I like being short. I’m only 5 ft tall.
I like wearing just enough make up to enhance my looks without looking like I’m trying to hide or mask myself.
I like that my long hair is always in a messy riot of curls, wild and free. That I can change the color of it if I want to. Right now it’s a dark rich brown that shines red in the sunlight.
I like that no one can really figure out if my eyes are blue or green or a combination of both depending on my mood at the moment.
I like that when I allow someone in my personal space they comment that I “always smell so good”.
I like having a baby face and that no one can guess my real age unless I mention that I have a 21 yr old daughter.
Yes, “I Enjoy Being a Girl”. *Starts singing that song in her head again*

I love that I can enjoy all of these things about myself without being fake or helpless. If one wants to underestimate me based on my outside looks alone, then they’d be sorely mistaken. *Grins with a devilish gleam in her now greenish eyes*

I also have enough masculine energy flowing through to keep myself healthy and balanced. I’m a Capricorn with Aquarius rising which means I can be bossy and domineering as well as rebellious and eccentric. I’m usually pretty practical, but also have a wild streak that can be coaxed out of me if I’m in the mood. Don’t waste your breath trying to tell me what to do. I’ll either laugh in your face or flip you off with a look. I like to be in charge, but I’m almost always fair. I laugh when friends comment on how patient I am with others, I guess they can’t hear the screaming with frustration in my head.

This is still a work in progress. I’m not used to writing/ typing down stuff about myself like this.

Sigh... I’ve come here to post this a few times already, but keep deleting it. Damn virus. F**k it. Here it goes.

Ok, time to relax in the soapy pool. Someone pass the back scrubber, and bring me a stiff drink pretty please!

So many nice things said here. Except high heels. Whorish turn off for me. To each their own, but as a body worker and seeing the havoc the shoes wreak on feet and backs, shortening of the Achilles tendon sometimes resulting in an 'addiction' to heels because of atrophied tendons are just a few reasons for it.

In my mind a goddess is flat footed with her full foot on the Earth standing in sober power free from the need to hang her ass in the air anymore than it naturally does so. Natural is beautiful. It is the virus that makes women want to walk around like teetering tarts, IMO.

These are just my sui generis opinions. I understand the programming that has gone into women's and men's heads around certain subjects. Of course high heels catch a man's eyes. They scream "look at my ass and then f**k me". Not too subtle. "I can't run and I'm easy to catch in these silly things".

I am ready to leave the pub if my opinions are seen as too extreme. Songs, your call.


Mr. Wizard I didn't think you had it in you. Bravo for your lack of pc. Bravo.

[Cerridwen]

So many nice things said here. Except high heels. Whorish turn off for me. To each their own, but as a body worker and seeing the havoc the shoes wreak on feet and backs, shortening of the Achilles tendon sometimes resulting in an 'addiction' to heels because of atrophied tendons are just a few reasons for it.

In my mind a goddess is flat footed with her full foot on the Earth standing in sober power free from the need to hang her ass in the air anymore than it naturally does so. Natural is beautiful. It is the virus that makes women want to walk around like teetering tarts, IMO.

These are just my sui generis opinions. I understand the programming that has gone into women's and men's heads around certain subjects. Of course high heels catch a man's eyes. They scream "look at my ass and then f**k me". Not too subtle. "I can't run and I'm easy to catch in these silly things".

I am ready to leave the pub if my opinions are seen as too extreme. Songs, your call.

Not too extreme for me at all. I can probably count on one hand how many times I wear heels in a year. When I do, I choose a more sensible type with a nice wedge and they're not high.

I wrote that one down because every day I'm either in flip flops & jeans while running around doing chores, tennis shoes & scrubs while at work or just bare foot and yoga pants at home. Dressing up a bit makes me feel good about me. I just don't do it enough.

[modwiz]

So many nice things said here. Except high heels. Whorish turn off for me. To each their own, but as a body worker and seeing the havoc the shoes wreak on feet and backs, shortening of the Achilles tendon sometimes resulting in an 'addiction' to heels because of atrophied tendons are just a few reasons for it.

In my mind a goddess is flat footed with her full foot on the Earth standing in sober power free from the need to hang her ass in the air anymore than it naturally does so. Natural is beautiful. It is the virus that makes women want to walk around like teetering tarts, IMO.

These are just my sui generis opinions. I understand the programming that has gone into women's and men's heads around certain subjects. Of course high heels catch a man's eyes. They scream "look at my ass and then f**k me". Not too subtle. "I can't run and I'm easy to catch in these silly things".

I am ready to leave the pub if my opinions are seen as too extreme. Songs, your call.

Not too extreme for me at all. I can probably count on one hand how many times I wear heels in a year. When I do, I choose a more sensible type with a nice wedge and they're not high.

I wrote that one down because every day I'm either in flip flops & jeans while running around doing chores, tennis shoes & scrubs while at work or just bare foot and yoga pants at home. Dressing up a bit makes me feel good about me. I just don't do it enough.

Thank you for the reply. Please understand I love my sisters dearly. That would be all women. Anything that makes them cartoonish and takes away from their goddess stature, breaks my heart. Of course, it is only right that sovereignty is expressed by the freedom to dress or surgically modifiy oneself as one sees fit. Knowing about the virus and the lack of empowered mentors for both genders also permits me to understand the causative agents for the unpleasant effects I witness. Some resist awakening just because the early glimpses of the state of the world can be quite painful. Not so much personally, but in seeing all the broken and wounded people about the place. It is an empathetic pain.

From what you write, it is my opinion you are deserving of feeling good about yourself simply for drawing breath and gracing us with your being.

Bare foot and yoga pants? Yum.:o

You can't hide hot. You can fake it though.

[Cerridwen]

Not too long ago, in a mom and pop skydiving joint in the mountains, a young man decided to take the plunge for his birthday.

The first time I decided to go skydiving was also the first time I had ever flown in an airplane. Needless to say it was the most terrifying, and liberating thing I have ever done. The feeling I had once I got to the ground was the most blissful, childlike joy I have ever experienced.I was instantly hooked. For the next week the sky was bluer, grass was greener, all the troubles of the human experience were instantly simple. I just didn't give a **** about them anymore :) Something about risking you life made me feel more alive than ever before.

Since then I have gone through the school, and am now a licensed skydiver. After a day of skydiving my mind is completely silent, something people meditate for a lifetime trying to acheive, and I can get it instantly. It's kind of my way of a loophole to the mind virus you speak of. It's not permanent, and those troubles creep back into my thought pattern after a few days, but for those few days of bliss its amazing. I almost feel like I'm cheating somehow, and I'm going to be punished for having instant gratification. Maybe I will. Maybe I won't. I know the risks.

I guess what I'm trying to say is find something you love to do, and ride it like a bull with freshly tugged testicles.

If you haven't gone into free fall at 120mph then you should. IT'S F*CKING AWESOME!!!!

You do make it sound amazing, but I'm going to have to take your word about the skydiving thing. I'm really afraid of heights. I don't even like ladders anymore.

When I was 18 I went camping in Yosemite with three other friends. We hiked up Half Dome and spent the night up there. It was absolutely beautiful, but half way up the cables I had a panic attack for the first time in my life. It freaked me out. I'm pretty sure it trigged a past life memory about falling to my death. My friend's boyfriend was an angel and calmed me down enough to make it to the top. Before that day I use to climb up on our roof all the time as a kid to watch the sunsets or the fireworks from Disneyland with no problems at all.

I'm still glad I did it because it was a once in a life time experience for me and I understand that the park no longer lets visitors stay up there overnight.

[songsfortheotherkind]

Ok, I'm here now and I'm going to cut and paste bits of your comment all over the place. I have my headphones on and I've got one song on repeat, something that is tapping into this space that I've stumbled into over the past few days.

Theme music for this post, which is why it's taking me so bloody long to write- I keep jumping up and dancing wildly about with the headphones on..


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


One nice thing about hanging out in this pub, besides meeting everyone and laughing while listening to great music, is that I’ve been thinking more about different topics that some of you have brought up. Today I was asking myself what is my Sui Generis? If anyone is interested, here are some of the ramblings my brain came up with this morning on the way into work.

I for one am interested- for me, the true signal of another's Sui Generis is a glimpse into an unknown universe, a chance to see things from a completely new and shiny angle, to expand new things into my view of the fractal hologram.


Songs wrote about embracing her more androgynous and masculine natures. That those suit her Sui Generis best. I love that about her. I, on the other hand thrive when I truly embrace my feminine energy. When I step into that feminine power and let it surge through me I can start to understand just how amazing my Self really is.

To be perfectly honest, I use the terms masculine and feminine because this language is limited; I'm Pansexual, I'm not actually capable of doing anything at all in a solid fashion, particularly not gender. I love that you are soft and squishy, all the women I'm attracted to are feminine and curvy, it lets me play with all the spectrum because I get to be all soft and squishy my Self, and then I get to let the not soft and squishy be present too. Women tend to accept my double swords and scars better than men- or at least, the men I've come across before the Pub- and women tend to not ask me to pick my colours and stay that way, be either feminine or not, as if 'feminine' has some kind of boundary. Apparently it's ok to be

http://www.coucoucircus.org/series/images-series/crow.jpg

or

http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m19ndkDQRI1rpsqmuo1_400.jpg

or
http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/797083-bigthumbnail.jpg

but I have to pick one and stick to it. I absolutely, without a doubt, am all of these and more; I also suck at 'pick one' so these days, this is more what I'm going for..

http://psychictrader.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/ChakrasAWOMANSAURA.jpg

this way, I'm relying on zero approval or assistance from anyone at all. That way, if resonance and play shows up, it's nothing but squee.


I’m not talking about using my “feminine wiles” to seduce or otherwise manipulate, I mean standing strong in all that it means to be a woman.

*gently* for you- because my 'woman' isn't going to look anything like your woman and we're still both our wonderful selves.


So often though, I get caught up in doing what I think I have to. I forget to do things for myself. I forget who am and what I like about me. I’ve been having a lot of really nasty conversations with the virus lately. It sucks. I know you’ve all been there too.

I’m tired of hearing the virus tell me all of the things I hate about Me so, I’ve listed some things that I do like about myself both inside and out.

huh, I had a lightbulb moment this morning while talking with someone about just this thing, the feminine programming. I'll make a note to my Self to toddle off and write about that later. :) I believe that men are just as programmed *against* the same elements within themselves, which is why I find men who are prepared to be real and let their sui generis show regardless of the programming so fascinating and yummy. Do you know, they actually smell different to other males? Well, they do to me, but then I partly read a signal by the smell, so I might just be weird like that. I've trained my Self not to lean in close to an individual's skin and inhale upon meeting them, the mortals find it disconcerting. *wolfish laughter*

The virus gets louder the closer I get to what's important and what it's trying to keep me away from. I don't know if this is helpful or not *and* I love that you posted this regardless of its banshee screech.


I need to create, to nurture, to love, to heal, to shine, to give, to feed, to feel, to be still, to be silly, to dance, to let myself be vulnerable, to listen to my intuition. When I remember to do these things is when I’m the happiest , when I like myself the most.

I like being soft and squishy and curvy.
I like wearing pretty dresses and heels that make my legs look sexy.
I like being short. I’m only 5 ft tall.
I like wearing just enough make up to enhance my looks without looking like I’m trying to hide or mask myself.
I like that my long hair is always in a messy riot of curls, wild and free. That I can change the color of it if I want to. Right now it’s a dark rich brown that shines red in the sunlight.
I like that no one can really figure out if my eyes are blue or green or a combination of both depending on my mood at the moment.
I like that when I allow someone in my personal space they comment that I “always smell so good”.
I like having a baby face and that no one can guess my real age unless I mention that I have a 21 yr old daughter.
Yes, “I Enjoy Being a Girl”. *Starts singing that song in her head again*

That's a pretty fabulous list. *laughs* For once I'd be looking down on someone! I'm 5'3". 161 cm. *grins* luscious and short arse often seem to go together- it works for me.

The weird thing about me is that for some reason, people get really surprised when one day they realise how short I actually am- apparently I can run a kind of fae glamour that makes me appear taller.


I love that I can enjoy all of these things about myself without being fake or helpless. If one wants to underestimate me based on my outside looks alone, then they’d be sorely mistaken. *Grins with a devilish gleam in her now greenish eyes*

eh, that also works for me. I absolutely have an allergy to individuals who live their lives in 'I'm not responsible' and 'I'm helpless' mode when it's a manipulation rather than an actual stuckness- and even when it's an actual stuckness there's only so far I'm prepared to go with being in the space.


I also have enough masculine energy flowing through to keep myself healthy and balanced. I’m a Capricorn with Aquarius rising which means I can be bossy and domineering as well as rebellious and eccentric. I’m usually pretty practical, but also have a wild streak that can be coaxed out of me if I’m in the mood. Don’t waste your breath trying to tell me what to do. I’ll either laugh in your face or flip you off with a look. I like to be in charge, but I’m almost always fair. I laugh when friends comment on how patient I am with others, I guess they can’t hear the screaming with frustration in my head. I love these traits, I just don't personally see them as masculine per se, although I have experienced women and men putting their own unique spin on the traits. Men seem to do them in a colder way, a lot of the time, with a different purpose and intent.


This is still a work in progress. I’m not used to writing/ typing down stuff about myself like this.

*bounces in, wearing her Crow costume, double swords strapped across her back and sporting sparkly hair bling* Excellent! Me neither! I'm rather enjoying this public self exploration actually, it's the difference between burlesquing in private and burlesquing when you know someone is watching from the shadows. :D


Sigh... I’ve come here to post this a few times already, but keep deleting it. Damn virus. F**k it. Here it goes.

*dancing out on the Bridge* Hurrah! Another handwaving 'no' to the virus, another step closer to integrating it back in.


Ok, time to relax in the soapy pool. Someone pass the back scrubber, and bring me a stiff drink pretty please!

foosticks, backrubber- much better idea I have...

http://media.smashingmagazine.com/images/underwater-photography/woman.jpg

http://www.photographyabdu.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/bunderwater-photography-project.jpg

[modwiz]

Ah the scent of people. So much information. Deodorants, another blight on humanity. Eat good food, think good thoughts, stay relatively bathed and allow yourself to emerge. I say relatively bathed because the scent of a flower is not best revealed right after it has been rained on. Scents also allow for knowing compatibly as well as so much more. I can tell if a man is comfortable or scared of me by his scent. I can tell if a woman is just 'exuding' or likes what she sees by her scent. It would save a lot of time and bruised egos if we did not attempt to go where the scent did not invite us to be. Deodorants hide all of that. Even fresh out of a shower one should still possess their unique olfactory signature. Bad smells are either, serious incompatibility, bad diet/thoughts and disease. All other scents tend to then fall into; whatever, nice and "I must have some of that". Roughly speaking, that is. :hippie:

[Cerridwen]

I think it was the banshee screeching that pushed me over the edge about posting my public self exploration. I was ready to shove back and scream just a little louder than she was.

I'm always so worried about saying or doing the right thing in front of others. So just that alone was a big step for me. I know exactly where that comes from, but I'm not ready to go into that tonight.

[Borden]

I think it was the banshee screeching that pushed me over the edge about posting my public self exploration. I was ready to shove back and scream just a little louder than she was.

I'm always so worried about saying or doing the right thing in front of others. So just that alone was a big step for me. I know exactly where that comes from, but I'm not ready to go into that tonight.

If it was a big step then I hope it brings a reassuring footing. Everything you said sounded great to me.

[another bob]

In my mind a goddess is flat footed with her full foot on the Earth standing in sober power free from the need to hang her ass in the air anymore than it naturally does so.

In my world, gods and goddesses are most attractive when they're happy . . .

http://i44.tinypic.com/2i28lm0.jpg



even if they have both feet in the air . . .


http://i39.tinypic.com/2nlfq80.jpg

:yo:

[another bob]

Ah the scent of people. So much information.

I worked for 4 years in an Alzheimer's residential treatment center -- about 100 beds, many of them pretty stinky. Behind the fecal and urine smells, there were people who were suffering, and needed someone to feel past their own repugnance and serve them. These bodies we wear are crap, but within each is a precious treasure. If we are ruled by our senses, we'll never awaken to what's behind the costume.

[modwiz]

In my mind a goddess is flat footed with her full foot on the Earth standing in sober power free from the need to hang her ass in the air anymore than it naturally does so.

In my world, gods and goddesses are most attractive when they're happy . . .

http://i44.tinypic.com/2i28lm0.jpg



even if they have both feet in the air . . .


http://i39.tinypic.com/2nlfq80.jpg

:yo:

Yes, the pursuit of happiness. Corporations have shown their genius working that angle. Where does our definition of happiness source itself? Is our definition truly your own or is it a manifestation of some viral infection?

Know thyself is is always good advice here. Being truly happy and seeing others being so is a beautiful sight indeed.

[another bob]

Where does of definition of happiness source itself? I your definition truly your own or is it a manifestation of some viral infection?

You will know it when the arrow launched in pre-existence pierces all the way through. . .

:yo:

[Cerridwen]

I think it was the banshee screeching that pushed me over the edge about posting my public self exploration. I was ready to shove back and scream just a little louder than she was.

I'm always so worried about saying or doing the right thing in front of others. So just that alone was a big step for me. I know exactly where that comes from, but I'm not ready to go into that tonight.




If it was a big step then I hope it brings a reassuring footing. Everything you said sounded great to me.

Thank you.

A big thank you to Songs for your detailed response as well. :hug: I love all of the beautiful pictures you always find to add to your posts.

I'm off to bed. Good night for now!

[modwiz]

Ah the scent of people. So much information.

I worked for 4 years in an Alzheimer's residential treatment center -- about 100 beds, many of them pretty stinky. Behind the fecal and urine smells, there were people who were suffering, and needed someone to feel past their own repugnance and serve them. These bodies we wear are crap, but within each is a precious treasure. If we are ruled by our senses, we'll never awaken to what's behind the costume.

Agreed. Our senses are the gateways to our sensuality and creaturehood. I speak of being enriched by them and not ruled by them. I lived with an Alzheimers mother-in law for two and a half years. The stench of her chronically infected bowels coupled with her incontinence filled the house. Opening my front door was like being smacked in the face. On occasion I had to see to her and clean her up. Our bodies can be crap, but they do not have to be. Bad smells are always a signal of something being amiss. There is a lot nuance and many roads from the hub of my last sentence. Pursuing them would be both tedious and bear little useful fruit for any but a philosopher, perhaps.

I admire your work with such a community. It takes a special depth to do so.

[another bob]

Our senses are the gateways to our sensuality and creaturehood. I speak of being enriched by them and not ruled by them.


There ya go, Brother -- that's the spirit! It seems so simple, and yet folks spend so much time just trying to get that one straight! I am forever grateful for this amazing gift of the body -- a miracle if we simply let it reveal itself, which is the true art of living.

:yo:

[Calz]

Just tell them. I want to see what they make of it.

I love you too.

(I see no thanks for my Freddie posts ... miserable bastards.)


Note to self ... must look into writing a script that will automatically thank Borden's posts even when I am asleep :ranger:

[Borden]

Well, you could have at least astrally hit the 'thanks' button, couldn't you? Honestly ... I don't ask much!

[Calz]

Never tease a teaser, Songsy ... and pfffffft, I'm not the one going all English all over the place at the drop of a bowler hat. *laughing*

Huh???

Songs changing her mind and playing with the notion of rolling some balls???


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[Calz]

Never tease a teaser, Songsy ... and wake up and write now. Borden demands it.

clear out your inbox, monstrous dweeb!

No. Do it here. Coward. I dare you.

Not the brightest bulb on the christmas tree ... but I am sensing a challange here ...



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... and of course we all know how it usually turns out in the *end*.


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... moral of the story of course ... careful what you wish for when dealing with a *horny* woman.

:whistle::juggle::dirol:

[Calz]

Just tell them. I want to see what they make of it.

I love you too.

(I see no thanks for my Freddie posts ... miserable bastards.)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=OcfqDPAy7zc


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[songsfortheotherkind]

So many nice things said here. Except high heels. Whorish turn off for me. To each their own, but as a body worker and seeing the havoc the shoes wreak on feet and backs, shortening of the Achilles tendon sometimes resulting in an 'addiction' to heels because of atrophied tendons are just a few reasons for it.

In my mind a goddess is flat footed with her full foot on the Earth standing in sober power free from the need to hang her ass in the air anymore than it naturally does so. Natural is beautiful. It is the virus that makes women want to walk around like teetering tarts, IMO.

These are just my sui generis opinions. I understand the programming that has gone into women's and men's heads around certain subjects. Of course high heels catch a man's eyes. They scream "look at my ass and then f**k me". Not too subtle. "I can't run and I'm easy to catch in these silly things".

I am ready to leave the pub if my opinions are seen as too extreme. Songs, your call.

This place is sui generis and do no harm- here's how that works in actuality. I don't moderate this place, although people p!ssing on the bar will get a frosty reception and depending on the individual, might get their head slammed into it. I don't enjoy crass and will generally give fair warning and then respond as I feel inspired- I'm aware some individuals just don't seem to know when to stop and I don't want this sanctuary from mediocrity being invaded by the Idiocracy. I can make things uncomfortable enough if someone like that does stumble in- I've got dimensional portals set to 'f*uck off* in some useful places. :P

These don't get triggered by differences offered respectfully, or even differences offered clumsily if the individual is able to take on the resultant responses. Part of sui generis is the acceptance that an individual can take care of themselves- if Cerridwen doesn't like something another says, she's absolutely able to deal with that her Self. I appreciate the absence of bullsh!t social memes here and I'm intending to keep it that way- this is a place of evolution, no matter what that looks like sometimes- I've written before, I'm not interested in fakery and memes, if an individual goes splat that's fine, it's what they *do* with the splat that's interesting. My process is painted all over this place, it's part of my Art, and I have no problem with another taking up some spray cans and adding to the murals, as long as it's not just boring tagging or 'Elmer woz ere', because that sort of rubbish won't fly well.

This place will self select, I guess- those of us who find our way here with any degree of regularity know what we're looking for and what we're up for. Having said that, I will be fully honest and say this- if any religion thumping scripture quoter comes in here and tries that sh!t, it's going to get really ugly real quick, at least on my part: I'm a succubus, nonhuman and energetic Being, religion is virus. I can put up with most crap, but not that.

As for high heels, when in the mood to wear them I have been observed both running flat stick and dancing all night in these

http://cdn1.iofferphoto.com/img/item/157/876/882/demonia-black-punk-goth-platform-boots-ranger-size-8-e8a01.jpg

as well as these

http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/b/0/0/3f/e/AAAAC9TO9dQAAAAAAD_q0Q.jpg?v=1238686131000

I've seen women tottering along in ridiculous heels that they can't walk in because they don't know how, bums poking out and looking like wounded prey- I don't wear heels like that, if I'm wearing heels then I'll be able to run, dance, jump and kick in them without hassle. It's one of those contrary things I have- I know how the paradigm views them and what it's designed to create (the helpless prey and weak version of women), I know what the anti- paradigmers say (heels are Bad, and if one wears them one is just giving in to the virus program etc) and I know where *I* am with it- if I wear them, it's because I want to, for whatever reason- if I want to look like sex on a stick I will, in whichever way that manifests- sometimes it's in corsets and vegan leather, sometimes it's in horns and pointy ears, sometimes it's in barefooted naked and sparkly, with leaves and twigs in my hair. I'm into what *I* am wanting to express, and no matter what anyone else might think about that- if I'm head to foot gothed up, black nails and all, what grounds for prejudice and judgement would there be in a sui generis world? I'm going to wear whatever I like, and nothing I'm wearing is an invitation for sex, rape, being hassled in any way- do you know, I can go to a goth club wearing a bondage corset, garters and thigh high boots and be treated with nothing but the greatest respect and boundaries? If someone wants to hit on me it's done respectfully and openly- it's one of the beautiful things about the goth community and one of the reasons they're the only clubs I go to. The bullsh!t I've put up with from main streamers.... *shakes head* So heels etc in my world have nothing to do with anything. :)

And for what it's worth, my personal sui generis power often has nothing to do with 'sober' in any sense of the word- have you *seen* the crap I go on with in here? *laughing* I'm wildfire and starstorms and top notch cocking about, with enough chaos and evolution thrown in to keep me amused and enough high resonance sex and energetic play to keep any succubus voluptuous and grinning smugly...

[another bob]

And for what it's worth, my personal sui generis power often has nothing to do with 'sober' in any sense of the word- have you *seen* the crap I go on with in here? *laughing* I'm wildfire and starstorms and top notch cocking about, with enough chaos and evolution thrown in to keep me amused and enough high resonance sex and energetic play to keep any succubus voluptuous and grinning smugly...


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... and of course we all know how it usually turns out in the *end*.

could be worse . . .


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[songsfortheotherkind]

Just tell them. I want to see what they make of it.

I love you too.

(I see no thanks for my Freddie posts ... miserable bastards.)


Note to self ... must look into writing a script that will automatically thank Borden's posts even when I am asleep :ranger:

*falls about laughing* Oh, I did the thread backwards (and after the initial surprise, I can tell you that it really enjoyed that) and your posts have had me cracking up here on this side of the screen. Top notch work, and this post was the real kicker- I'd flirt outrageously in delight but you said you're married. *still laughing*

[Borden]

Ahem ... I'd love it if people didn't depict me as a matador. I am really not a fan of theirs.

Anyway, Songsy would never do that to me.

[another bob]

Never tease a teaser, Songsy ... and pfffffft, I'm not the one going all English all over the place at the drop of a bowler hat. *laughing*

Huh???

Songs changing her mind and playing with the notion of rolling some balls???

think she meant, a kind of hat worn in the Unemployed Kingdom . . .


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[Katyani]

*dives in, emerges a split second later in a nearby pond. glides past the sign at the entrance, smiling*

Hello everyone! Thank you for the invitation, Songsfortheotherkind, I´m honoured and thrilled to be here.
It´s quite a portal you´ve created, truly brilliant.
Ca plane pour toi, eh? :o

*brings out a gift, a shimmering blue box, for our hostess*

All this traveling has made me thirsty. May I have some freshly made Moroccan mint tea, please? Both hot and chilled, and very sweet.
Oh, that was fast. Delicious!

[songsfortheotherkind]

Ahem ... I'd love it if people didn't depict me as a matador. I am really not a fan of theirs.

Anyway, Songsy would never do that to me.

*does her levitation trick to hang upside down over you without spilling a single drop of her drink, smirking at you slightly*

Mmmmm, no, I wouldn't do that to you at all- there are so many far more interesting things to do to you...


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

Now who is who, I wonder...

Oh, and if I'd made this, his voice would be audible and it would have been way better. Still, internet ninja can only work with what's available..

*wolfish laughter*

[songsfortheotherkind]

*dives in, emerges a split second later in a nearby pond. glides past the sign at the entrance, smiling*

Hello everyone! Thank you for the invitation, Songsfortheotherkind, I´m honoured and thrilled to be here.
It´s quite a portal you´ve created, truly brilliant.
Ca plane pour toi, eh? :o

*brings out a gift, a shimmering blue box, for our hostess*

All this traveling has made me thirsty. May I have some freshly made Moroccan mint tea, please? Both hot and chilled, and very sweet.
Oh, that was fast. Delicious!

Welcome, wander around and get familiar. We're a different breed in here, that's for certain. :D

Thanks for the lovely gift, I love mysteries...

[Katyani]

It sounds fantastic! I´ve only gone skydiving in my dreams so far.
I´d like to share a clip with you, I have a feeling you´ll appreciate it.
On my first attempt to reach the dream lounge here astrally, I got so excited that I couldn´t fall asleep at all.
There was a tremendous surge of energy.
When I got up a bit later, I found this in my inbox (small wonder I couldn´t fall asleep, eh?)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oaMTSOI1Zk4

(I meant to include the original post by normalguy about skydiving)

[songsfortheotherkind]

It sounds fantastic! I´ve only gone skydiving in my dreams so far.
I´d like to share a clip with you, I have a feeling you´ll appreciate it.
On my first attempt to reach the dream lounge here astrally, I got so excited that I couldn´t fall asleep at all.
There was a tremendous surge of energy.
When I got up a bit later, I found this in my inbox (small wonder I couldn´t fall asleep, eh?)


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oaMTSOI1Zk4

(I meant to include the original post by normalguy about skydiving)

I just wanted to fix the clip so that I could watch it. :D Normalguy's skydiving is pretty awesome to hear about.

[Borden]

Ahem ... I'd love it if people didn't depict me as a matador. I am really not a fan of theirs.

Anyway, Songsy would never do that to me.

*does her levitation trick to hang upside down over you without spilling a single drop of her drink, smirking at you slightly*

Mmmmm, no, I wouldn't do that to you at all- there are so many far more interesting things to do to you...


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

Now who is who, I wonder...

Oh, and if I'd made this, his voice would be audible and it would have been way better. Still, internet ninja can only work with what's available..

*wolfish laughter*

What are you doing up there? I'm not used to having to look up to people when I talk to them. Don't scare poor fragile Borden like that!

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[Alekahn]

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I hear early morning music coming from the direction of the pub...can it be?
Sui generis @ 4:00 a.m. Skydiving is awesome. So is floating.

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[songsfortheotherkind]

now, because I'm in the mood...

my favorite Dracul...


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tg_GW3HmKVY


http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&NR=1&v=HMaZa1rR6fI

[Borden]

It sounds fantastic! I´ve only gone skydiving in my dreams so far.
I´d like to share a clip with you, I have a feeling you´ll appreciate it.
On my first attempt to reach the dream lounge here astrally, I got so excited that I couldn´t fall asleep at all.
There was a tremendous surge of energy.
When I got up a bit later, I found this in my inbox (small wonder I couldn´t fall asleep, eh?)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oaMTSOI1Zk4

(I meant to include the original post by normalguy about skydiving)

Hello Katyani,

Well, that looks like good, clean, horrifyingly dangerous fun!

I know what you mean, by the way - I find that expectation and excitement get in the way of all things astral. I find these things tend mostly to happen by accident, and then the trick is to go with it when it happens.

[Borden]

Songsy, I actually hunted for the scene of him on the streets of London but didn't find it.

Oh, I'm in the mood too. I just have no clip finding skills this morning.

[songsfortheotherkind]

Songsy, I actually hunted for the scene of him on the streets of London but didn't find it.

Oh, I'm in the mood too. I just have no clip finding skills this morning.

Dressed in this outfit you would most definitely not look like a wand. Cosplay win for certain.

[songsfortheotherkind]

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I hear early morning music coming from the direction of the pub...can it be?
Sui generis @ 4:00 a.m. Skydiving is awesome. So is floating.

sZjhdM1QSAk

I love that picture- I've been awaiting an opportunity to use it and here you've found it, I'm a sometimes underwater dancer so this place is full of gorgeous imagery- and the music is sublime. It fits my dreamy and languidly luscious mood...

[Katyani]

More music and poetry to perhaps enhance your dreamy mood~


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pTaG1ZY96qs

[Katyani]

It sounds fantastic! I´ve only gone skydiving in my dreams so far.
I´d like to share a clip with you, I have a feeling you´ll appreciate it.
On my first attempt to reach the dream lounge here astrally, I got so excited that I couldn´t fall asleep at all.
There was a tremendous surge of energy.
When I got up a bit later, I found this in my inbox (small wonder I couldn´t fall asleep, eh?)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oaMTSOI1Zk4

(I meant to include the original post by normalguy about skydiving)

Hello Katyani,

Well, that looks like good, clean, horrifyingly dangerous fun!

I know what you mean, by the way - I find that expectation and excitement get in the way of all things astral. I find these things tend mostly to happen by accident, and then the trick is to go with it when it happens.

Hi Borden,

Yes, expectations and excitement often involve/lead to trying too hard, which just does not work.
Pure, strong intent, but in a relaxed, laid-back manner is, I guess, the key.

I have some previous experience in this area; it did just happen back then, seemingly effortless..and I ran with it. *takes a deep breath*

Thank you so much for the invitation to the astral dream lounge!

p.s. glad you enjoyed the clip, clean and horrifying! : )

[songsfortheotherkind]

*laughing*

I disappear for awhile and y'all go quiety...

[modwiz]

I love bats. They are one of my totem animals. I like how they put out sounds and then receive so much information from the echoes that return.

They are having a very rough time of it in my part of the USA and some others. Any kind thoughts and energy to help them during this hard time would assist them greatly.

(Note to self. Include the bats in more 'work.')

[Mad Hatter]

Mad Hatter dons his waxing lyrical cap... ahh yes the magical scents of dining at the Y *oops wrong thread wrong forum even* :o

quickly punches up a distraction on the jukebox!!

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[another bob]

*does her levitation trick to hang upside down over you without spilling a single drop of her drink, smirking at you slightly*

Mmmmm, no, I wouldn't do that to you at all- there are so many far more interesting things to do to you...


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

Now who is who, I wonder...


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*dives in, emerges a split second later in a nearby pond. glides past the sign at the entrance, smiling*

Hello everyone! Thank you for the invitation, Songsfortheotherkind, I´m honoured and thrilled to be here.
It´s quite a portal you´ve created, truly brilliant.
Ca plane pour toi, eh? :o

*brings out a gift, a shimmering blue box, for our hostess*

All this traveling has made me thirsty. May I have some freshly made Moroccan mint tea, please? Both hot and chilled, and very sweet.
Oh, that was fast. Delicious!

Welcome, wander around and get familiar. We're a different breed in here, that's for certain. :D


http://i43.tinypic.com/mr7hi0.jpg

[another bob]

On my first attempt to reach the dream lounge here astrally, I got so excited that I couldn´t fall asleep at all.





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[Borden]

Bob, you are so weird. Thank you.

[another bob]

Bob, you are so weird. Thank you.




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[Borden]

Dorothy handing me a fish? Pah ... pedestrian, sir!

No, I didn't mean it ... please don't hurt my mind any more! (Sith cowering in corner.)

[another bob]

Dorothy handing me a fish? Pah ... pedestrian, sir!

No, I didn't mean it ... please don't hurt my mind any more! (Sith cowering in corner.)


just always be prepared . . .


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[Mad Hatter]

So nunak...a fleshie would like to know of any truth in the rumour that your mob agreed to alter the orbit of Niburu upon request from the mob hiding the brown dwarf behind jupiter?

[another bob]

So nunak...a fleshie would like to know of any truth in the rumour that your mob agreed to alter the orbit of Niburu upon request from the mob hiding the brown dwarf behind jupiter?


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[davyj0nes]

Well now you've done it. I can't take you anywhere.

Please tell them I'm a friendly hybrid one, or there'll be pitchforks at dawn. Oh, I can take them all, you know that, but I don't play nice. You also know that.

You're going to have to explain yourself, you do realize that? Anunnaki? Are you serious? Don't be ridiculous. At least we're spelling it right. I'm a nice one. Trust me.

Never trust anyone who says 'trust me'.

(Oh ... just bring it ... any of you. Seriously. If you have questions I have answers, fleshies. Try me.)

why on earth would you think there'd be pitchforks waiting for you? the forum is still trying to figure who is queen of the 9th dimension. So, how'd it happen in a lab, the old fashion way, energeticly???

[another bob]

why on earth would you think there'd be pitchforks waiting for you?


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[Borden]

I would love it if we could move on from that. I'm not here to eat you, honestly. You're full of Aspartame, dammit. Who did that?

Ask Songsy ... she knows more about it than me.

[PurpleLama]

Borden is getting cold feet. Wear your weird proudly, my friend!

[another bob]

Borden is getting cold feet.




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[davyj0nes]

I would love it if we could move on from that. I'm not here to eat you, honestly. You're full of Aspartame, dammit. Who did that?

Ask Songsy ... she knows more about it than me.

darn Borden, kk. Songstress please spill the beans on Borden's hybridness... i has shugar cookies....
http://www.averagebetty.com/images_2010/sugar_cookies_580.jpg
4u's...

[Alekahn]

ahem...moving on...a contribution to the flow of the afternoon, a moment
of pause in the day unfolding magically. it is alchemical, this exchange
without preconception. we are honing our listening skills. c'est bon.

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i've been picturing, seeing a bath, in a grotto, suitable for a gathering of willing
patrons in need of a long, delicious bath in a hot spring to soothe these
dense and subtle forms...at this unique place in...the Universe.
baths are good.

[Mike]

I would love it if we could move on from that. I'm not here to eat you, honestly. You're full of Aspartame, dammit. Who did that?

Ask Songsy ... she knows more about it than me.



a human/alien hybrid? that's your true identity? what a let down. i seriously thought you were going to say you were really Ricky Gervais or something.

[Mike]

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since i have absolutely nothing of substance to offer the pub, or really any other thread on Avalon at the moment(i've got diarrhea of Wilcock lately-- i honestly could care less if he robs old ladies or has pints with beelzebub in his free time) i thought i'd offer up this pub-worthy tune (imho, of course). it's sorta dreamy n surreal...and sorta...er...pub-ish, i think.


feel free to tell me my taste in music sucks. it won't bother me a bit (yes it will).

[songsfortheotherkind]

lol, I have been intending to get the Otherkind history as I experience it up here since I first came on the board, *and* it's a massive mission. I have my own website and it's not on there either, because it's such a mission. When my wretched computer decides to not crash, I'll put an audio up that explains the basics as concisely as I can and go from there.

For me, the history has taken a huge back seat to the sui generis understanding, but then I've lived this history my whole life and so it's no big deal anymore to me. For others, however, it seems to be important and I'm happy to go there if that's what is wanted. It just takes time to get it written or recorded. :P

[Mike]

btw guys, the song i just posted...it, in my opinion, is "pub-ish"...*not* "pube-ish", because that would just be gross.

(i'm just preempting Calz here. note: i know how you think jedi-smurf. by your clever word tricks, fooled i am not;))

[Cerridwen]

Hi Chinaski! I always love the music you post here in the pub. The stuff in your OT thread um... well... you know. *Tries to keep from laughing*

[Cerridwen]

Songs, I'd love to hear your version of the Otherkind history when you have the time to get it done. I'm a huge nerd when it comes to history. I can never get enough of it and love hearing different points of view on the same subject matter.

[Mike]

Hi Chinaski! I always love the music you post here in the pub. The stuff in your OT thread um... well... you know. *Tries to keep from laughing*



thank you m'lady:yo: (for both your kind words *and* your horrendous contributions to that OT thread;))

[Spartacus]

Where does of definition of happiness source itself? I your definition truly your own or is it a manifestation of some viral infection?

You will know it when the arrow launched in pre-existence pierces all the way through. . .

:yo:


Dozed off for a bit thinking about that one. Wish there was a double thanks button. River's running so fast. So many little gems between the rocks.

[another bob]

a human/alien hybrid? that's your true identity? what a let down. i seriously thought you were going to say you were really Ricky Gervais or something.

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[Katyani]

First, I'd like to thank everyone for making me feel so at home here on my first visit.
It means a lot to me.

I also wanted to report some progress in the dream department. Actually, a big step.

I try to be neither too alert nor too sleepy when I go to bed. Just after 1:00 GMT, the conditions were perfect.

As I entered the hypnagogic state, one of you pub patrons appeared, very clearly.
You had something unusual, though not at all unexpected, in your hand.

I was so startled that I physically jumped up in my bed. In a way I'm glad I did, since getting up helped me to remember the experience.
Now I know that things are underway and can only improve from here.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jxKjOOR9sPU&ob=av2e

[Borden]

Well, you have to tell us who!

If it was Calz I only pray it was a light sabre in his hand.

By the way, waking with a start is definitely good for remembering. Years ago I had a sensational lucid dream set underground. Something extremely quick and shadowy and far more Sith than I ever could or would want to be attacked me. I woke just as it kicked me into a wall, and as I woke my body literally slammed into the wall by the bed. There was absolutely no break in 'consciousness'. It was as though I'd been kicked back into my body so violently that it had actually sent me physically flying.

But if we ever get visitors to the etheric pub like that I'm sure Songsy will deal with them.

[Borden]

I would love it if we could move on from that. I'm not here to eat you, honestly. You're full of Aspartame, dammit. Who did that?

Ask Songsy ... she knows more about it than me.



a human/alien hybrid? that's your true identity? what a let down. i seriously thought you were going to say you were really Ricky Gervais or something.

Sorry to disappoint. I feel badly let down too ... it was a crushing blow to learn I'm not Ricky Gervais.

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Using your sig and my powers of deduction I have also ascertained that I'm not Ron Burgundy either ... this is how I took the news.

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[Calz]

btw guys, the song i just posted...it, in my opinion, is "pub-ish"...*not* "pube-ish", because that would just be gross.

(i'm just preempting Calz here. note: i know how you think jedi-smurf. by your clever word tricks, fooled i am not;))


Ouch ... caught in that act I have been.

I just had to laugh cuz the wheels were indeed rolling when reading the first line ... then I hit the 2nd and was fortunate not to have had a full mouth of hot coffee at the time.

:spit:

[mind screaming to remember the funniest "pubie" picture]

[PurpleLama]

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Warning-Explicit Content

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This second video is somewhat disturbing in it's spocked up imagery, reminiscient of something anotherbob might've come up with.

[Curt]

Thought I'd lurk in and drop a tune, maybe take in a quick drink, say hello.

Would love to stay and get loaded up, but not today.

Songsy, you are a legend...

;)


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=66sYmc4sDEw&feature=related

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Borden,

Saw 'The Prestige' the other day for the first time.

*raises glass*

Great recommendation, sir.

[Calz]

Hi Chinaski! I always love the music you post here in the pub. The stuff in your OT thread um... well... you know. *Tries to keep from laughing*



thank you m'lady:yo: (for both your kind words *and* your horrendous contributions to that OT thread;))


Thread is a hoot ... Chinaski gets OP of the year award and top honors for shepparding the thread into disgusting mediocrity ... :hail:

I enjoy his comments more than the music :blah:

[Calz]

I just realized that in all the time hanging out in the music threads I don't remember anyone posting a song by The Cure.

Probably more a case of aging memory than anything but I found that odd. One of my favorite groups for awhile and while not billboard busters certainly had their following.

Will post my favorite here at the Pub because the group is appropriately labeled as "Gothic Rock" genre.

Enjoy.


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[PurpleLama]

I posted some Cure back in the first ten to fifteen pages or so.

Can't have too much, though. Wish I could find the album version of Love Cats. Music Industry Bastards, thank you for taking all the joy out of life. You will pay for your misdeeds, so sayeth the Lolz.

[Cerridwen]

I just realized that in all the time hanging out in the music threads I don't remember anyone posting a song by The Cure.

Probably more a case of aging memory than anything but I found that odd. One of my favorite groups for awhile and while not billboard busters certainly had their following.

Will post my favorite here at the Pub because the group is appropriately labeled as "Gothic Rock" genre.

Enjoy.


XsE8OVazSXk

I saw these guys in concert way back in high school, great stuff. Sad thing is, that the main thing I remember about that concert is was that my girlfriends and I couldn't find our car afterward. We wandered around the parking lot for at least an hour. Some drunk British guy kept trying to get us to buy his underwear. He was actually quite funny.

[Calz]

I posted some Cure back in the first ten to fifteen pages or so.

Can't have too much, though. Wish I could find the album version of Love Cats. Music Industry Bastards, thank you for taking all the joy out of life. You will pay for your misdeeds, so sayeth the Lolz.


:lol:

Good job Purple ... walked right into that one ...damn ... old age sux :help::crutch:


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[Calz]

Some drunk British guy kept trying to get us to buy his underwear. He was actually quite funny.


That's a new one :nod:

Wonder if he is wandering around the Pub somewhere???

:peep:

[Cerridwen]

Hmm...good point, but I don't recall any sunglasses or lightsabers involved.

[PurpleLama]

some drunk british guy kept trying to get us to buy his underwear. He was actually quite funny.


that's a new one :nod:

Wonder if he is wandering around the pub somewhere???

:peep:

borden?!!!

[Katyani]

Well, you have to tell us who!

If it was Calz I only pray it was a light sabre in his hand.

By the way, waking with a start is definitely good for remembering. Years ago I had a sensational lucid dream set underground. Something extremely quick and shadowy and far more Sith than I ever could or would want to be attacked me. I woke just as it kicked me into a wall, and as I woke my body literally slammed into the wall by the bed. There was absolutely no break in 'consciousness'. It was as though I'd been kicked back into my body so violently that it had actually sent me physically flying.

But if we ever get visitors to the etheric pub like that I'm sure Songsy will deal with them.

It was you. With a light saber in your hand.

That's a pretty amazing experience, being jolted out of a lucid dream into the physical.
Thank you so very much for sharing that. I'm starting to see that we have quite a bit in common.

What if you later actually found that underground place in a physical location, and got the keys to it..fell asleep there, had a frightening revelatory nightmare about the circumstances you were in, and then woke up, but this time not in your familiar 3D bedroom but back in that underground place..then where would you be?

A strange set of circumstances, for sure.

[PurpleLama]

But if we ever get visitors to the etheric pub like that I'm sure Songsy will deal with them.


There are regular patrons of this fine establishment who aren't only as you describe, but more so. As I expressed on a fateful thread long, long ago "You never know who is on the other side of the keyboard."

[Borden]

Well, you have to tell us who!

If it was Calz I only pray it was a light sabre in his hand.

By the way, waking with a start is definitely good for remembering. Years ago I had a sensational lucid dream set underground. Something extremely quick and shadowy and far more Sith than I ever could or would want to be attacked me. I woke just as it kicked me into a wall, and as I woke my body literally slammed into the wall by the bed. There was absolutely no break in 'consciousness'. It was as though I'd been kicked back into my body so violently that it had actually sent me physically flying.

But if we ever get visitors to the etheric pub like that I'm sure Songsy will deal with them.

It was you. With a light saber in your hand.

That's a pretty amazing experience, being jolted out of a lucid dream into the physical.
Thank you so very much for sharing that. I'm starting to see that we have quite a bit in common.

What if you later actually found that underground place in a physical location, and got the keys to it..fell asleep there, had a frightening revelatory nightmare about the circumstances you were in, and then woke up, but this time not in your familiar 3D bedroom but back in that underground place..then where would you be?

A strange set of circumstances, for sure.

What an unpleasant possibility! Where would I be? Well, I think there is a famous creek named after where I'd be.

I'm surprised to hear it was me. However, I hear that we can all do things energetically without necessarily being conscious of them. I do apologize for being in your bedroom uninvited.

I don't know the place I was in during that lucid dream. It was a subway station, but not one I recognized. As I walked along a train platform, dozens of people were running frantically past me, to the stairs, which were to my left. Someone shouted, "Is there a source here?" in a rather desperate way. I don't know what they meant by that. I don't know why I was going deeper into a place that people seemed very keen to get out of either.

The stairs were very long and broad, with a central banister. I noticed the people rushing past me scatter as they suddenly saw what I saw, which was a human figure - totally black like a silhoutte - appear at the top of those long stairs. It was daylight up there, but the figure was totally and completely black, and it seemed androgynous - I couldn't tell the gender. This was a split second observation though, because he/she then zoomed down the stairs, using the central banister as it went - doing somersaults or cartwheels, which were more impressive than anything I've seen anyone do even in a film. The speed and accuracy was utterly incredible. It covered the distance from the bottom of the stairs to me (maybe fifty feet) in no time - and as it came to a skidding, incredibly elegant halt right in front of me, it struck out with a foot ... and then there I was, in my bed, up against the wall - reeling at the physical impact and the experience of what had just happened.

When I say 'lucid dream' by the way, that doesn't mean a dream in which I have control over everything that happens, or the setting, etc. I'm lucid, is what I mean. I know I'm not in my physical reality, and everything has a crispness and resolution that's better than 20/20 vision. It's hyper-real, and these 'lucid' dreams happen to me often when I've been near the astral projection state - whether by intention or accident.

I also want to mention that while the imagery sounds a bit like something from a Hollywood movie, it was nothing familiar in that sense. This experience happened before 'The Matrix' came out, for instance, and there was just nothing reminiscent of studio lighting or special effects or that sort of thing. I'm pretty aware of those kinds of influences on my imagination. It was impressive - the dazzling speed and accuracy - but there was nothing film-like about it, if you see what I mean.

I've wondered what it was I encountered, and for all I know, lucid dreams may take place on inner planes, and if this is the case with this experience, I wondered if it was a representation of my 'shadow self' I encountered, as Jung described the shadow self. As I understand it, the shadow self represents those parts of yourself you don't want to see and are afraid of. Hmm ... fiercely capable .. haha, yeah - maybe that'd be right.

Thank, Katyani - if you have similar experiences I'd love to hear about them. I've described this one as accurately as I can so that you can see if anything stands out as familiar to you. I'm curious ... have you encountered anything like the strange set of circumstances you described?

[Borden]

some drunk british guy kept trying to get us to buy his underwear. He was actually quite funny.


that's a new one :nod:

Wonder if he is wandering around the pub somewhere???

:peep:

borden?!!!

No, it can't have been me ... I was out with a mate doing a tea shop crawl that day.

(Naughty language warning!)

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[Alekahn]

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[another bob]

This second video is somewhat disturbing in it's spocked up imagery, reminiscient of something anotherbob might've come up with.


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[another bob]

But if we ever get visitors to the etheric pub like that I'm sure Songsy will deal with them.


There are regular patrons of this fine establishment who aren't only as you describe, but more so. As I expressed on a fateful thread long, long ago "You never know who is on the other side of the keyboard."


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[Mad Hatter]

Mad Hatter shouts the bar another round of 'nangs'...and strikes up a conversation with one of the denizens who wanted to know what a 'bush doof' was all about...

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has to be the closet thing to heaven on earth I've been lucky enough to enjoy to date...

[Mike]

you've got me on the edge of my seat here, Borden. cool stuff (though not in the moment, i'm sure). would love to hear more. (were you serious about the Annunaki stuff? i thought you were kidding initially but now i'm not so sure. you're amongst fellow freaks here -- would be honored if you'd lay it on us here) oh, and great Burgundy video btw.

Katyani, would love to hear of your experiences as well.

when i have a little more time later, i might have something to add. not quite as dramatic as Borden's experience, but interesting nonetheless.

[songsfortheotherkind]

But if we ever get visitors to the etheric pub like that I'm sure Songsy will deal with them.


There are regular patrons of this fine establishment who aren't only as you describe, but more so. As I expressed on a fateful thread long, long ago "You never know who is on the other side of the keyboard."

That would be me. I think I posted before about the recurring 11 year dream of waking and finding my Self in an underground train station, swords in hand, and battling all night.

Borden, if you got kicked out of there, it was a good thing they did you, although that was pretty extreme. I have come out of there that way before, although not full body kick, more like head slammed against wall.

Curiously, I've been having minimal hours sleep lately and am waking up instantly, snapping into my body and alert, which is not my normal at all; I'm a fast waker and can generally hit the ground running upon waking but this is markedly different- there is a quality of intense alertness and focus about it that intrigues me, I have to get out of bed even when it is like now, 2am, I can't stand lying in bed anymore whereas before I'd be quite happy to let my mind wander.

I'm also not eating, which, compared to my very little eating before, is noticeable. I'm happy to go all day on a fresh juice and a handful of cashews. I simply don't want to eat. I've just realised I've been neglecting to tune the water when I drink it, so I'll do that and see what happens, see if even the cashews disappear. It's like I'm eating energy rather than food- which doesn't surprise me, I fed twice in one day for the first time in three years the other day and it filled me with so much energy I was a stoned genius in terms of thinking and a stoned sloth terms of functionality. Good times! *big cheesy grin*

[songsfortheotherkind]

Sorry to disappoint. I feel badly let down too ... it was a crushing blow to learn I'm not Ricky Gervais.

Using your sig and my powers of deduction I have also ascertained that I'm not Ron Burgundy either ... this is how I took the news.

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*laughing* Ah, young Sith, getting your internettie fu on now, you be...

[another bob]

Curiously, I've been having minimal hours sleep lately and am waking up instantly...

Interesting -- same stuff going on here. Also, been doing a lot of fun flying again, it's been decades...


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[Calz]

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[songsfortheotherkind]

I'm inspired by reading Borden's post regarding his dream to write a bit more about my own experience, because I'm in the middle of energetic hooha here my Self and apparently I'm being poked into remembering where I've come from during this incarnation.

Yesterday I got a heads up energetically and physically about something that really got my attention and sent me out into the yard, pacing up and down and doing my acupressure fu/EFT thing to work out what the hell was going on. I could not find 'me' anywhere in my body or in the physical realm around me, it was a Twilight Zone moment (not to be confused with a Twilight moment, because that requires meds and lots of bedrest)- I literally couldn't orient my Self in this physical realm, couldn't 'see' it energetically as being connected in any way with me at all.

I've had this before, almost four years ago just before my youngest was born, and it was profoundly disorienting and disturbing at the time because I suddenly lost contact with my unborn daughter in the process and I so I fought the feeling- all through my pregnancy with her it was like she was holding my hand, she was incredibly aware of her incarnation process and it was an amazing time, so losing the connection like that was too triggering for me.

Yesterday again I had been triggered by something and so I was already feeling off kilter, when boom! all familiar reference points inform me they're off for a holiday in the Bahamas and fly out the window. I'm a slidy creature as it is, with very few reference points that others consider 'normal' or necessary- and I'm not here talking about the bullsh!t virus ones, I'm talking internal 'I am' points, things that are used to orient ones Self within the world. I live with few such reference points at all and the ones that I have are pretty much hand picked in terms of getting me around multiple realms so they're usually pretty useful: to have those missing was a 'flail flail flail' moment of vertigo and shot me out of the house like a cork.

I was aware there was a major frontal lobe storm going on that I could physically feel and I did the ESR move- one hand on front lobe, one hand on back of head at base of skull, which links all the parts of the brain back in together- while I paced up and down the front yard. As I'm writing I'm also downloading, and getting messages of 'uh, oh, sorry about that, poor timing and what have you, here, let's try that again' and my frontal lobes are buzzing again, electrically tingly, and my physical world has just shifted slightly, feeling very surreal and 'not'. So far the extreme disconnect hasn't happened, my tea is still my tea and the keyboard hasn't started discoursing to me, so I figure I'll go with the tingling brain and the sudden insistent and warm pressure in my heart chakra area at my spine. Uh, typing may end up sporked. We'll see. I'm focusing on expanding into it, rather than the autocontraction that my body has learned to respond with in this realm- that's a habit that I'm working on consciously, breathing intentionally into areas of my Self, physically and energetically, to release the constriction that has been entrained in me here. It's not my natural state and oh, ok, now I'm getting really

*reboot*

*staring quietly at the keyboard for awhile*

Interesting. It appears that I'm suddenly unsure about writing this particular process out, for a number of reasons. I know I *talk* about my slidiness and it's all hah hah joke and flippant, but when I'm actually swimming in the Spice it suddenly seems that my access to freedom of expression here in this place is inhibited. I'm having to concentrate, for instance, on using the pronoun 'I'- in my physical realm I've trained my Self to use it because the droids find 'we' so disconcerting, I've gotten into the habit and when I use 'we' most individuals assume I'm saying something other than what I'm saying. I'm very much in 'we' space right now and it's that that I'm unsure about communicating through.

Mmmm. I have been endeavouring to communicate here in the Pub at my actual wyrdness and now I realise that I was staying away from all the areas I've experienced droids having issues with. I guess I've been in semi-droid mode, which I realise now looking at it is kind of insulting for all those here that I'm connecting with, and yet given the main forum astonishing amount of energetic and other colossal zombieism, I can understand why I did that.

Someone recently sent me a PM in which they mentioned the one thousand ways of Being. It seems that was rolling around in my backbrain, poking at yet another mask I've been wearing, one designed to not make others feel *too* twitchy around me. Some twitch is good. Force 10 twitch is not, it generally results in chaotic mess. Now that I'm looking at it, I've been doing a jedi mind trick on my Self about this side of me, another heart shaped box shoved in the cupboard that I've buried underground to keep my Self manageable in the face of droidism.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n6P0SitRwy8

*laughs at self* I'm such a f*ucking idiot, sometimes. Does that ever end? Probably not. Does that matter? No. I have about four 'me's' sitting in my skin at the moment either influencing the writing or sitting there watching what I'm writing and no, I don't mean psychological aspects. It's one of the things that *isn't* observed here because I can edit it out in writing, but in my physical realm- at least in the spaces I feel safe enough to drop the guards in- I'm constantly talking to Beings others can't see, and I move about the physical space going around said Beings who like to drop in now and again. I had to go to the back door the other night and let Pan in because for some reason he was standing there instead of just doing his materialising indoors thing.

(I just had a brief interlude where he pointed out that I had not in fact properly invited him in and he was still standing at the back door. I said I'd been aware of this and thought he was simply having a stare bear. He replied with 'you're avoiding the issue, get up and let me in' and we discussed how I was very comfortable where I was, how he was perfectly capable of materialising inside, how this was not the issue and one likes to be greeted at the door occasionally, and I asked if climbing in the open window beside me, with an enthusiastic invitation to 'do come in!' would suffice, this was agreed and I was treated to the spectacle of a nine foot gargoyle climbing in my window and wandering about. Now he's sitting at the end of the table grinning at me. It doesn't make typing about my weirdness any easier. I can't imagine why.)

Now I can't take anything seriously at all, so I have to ignore his cheesy grin and keep writing. *laughing* Bollocks.

[songsfortheotherkind]

Curiously, I've been having minimal hours sleep lately and am waking up instantly...

Interesting -- same stuff going on here. Also, been doing a lot of fun flying again, it's been decades...


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Yes! Although I think I'm hitting the precursors for that one, it appears I've picked up more chains than I thought I had, just tried to write about that and got completely sidebrained...

[songsfortheotherkind]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vabnZ9-ex7o&feature=relmfu

[songsfortheotherkind]

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[another bob]

Yesterday again I had been triggered by something and so I was already feeling off kilter, when boom! all familiar reference points inform me they're off for a holiday in the Bahamas and fly out the window.

Again, can totally relate, and Thanks so much for attempting to verbalize!

It's the death dance, dying deeper into life, obsolete personas dropping off like onion skins.


In each momentary sigh the wispy perfume of our million deaths exudes the fragrance of flowers, whose fragility is not abused by the inevitability of destruction at the hand of the life that caresses them to bloom and blossom.

Ah, but death has never been a matter of concern for the life that lives this garden, that patiently absorbs itself and mirrors back infinity.

Cradled by love in a garden of love, with only love as the Gardener - who could resist this last little death at the hand of the one who most loves you?

Just so, now I sit before a waterfall as Darkness, my old lover, fast approaches, streaming towards me on the wings of inevitability.

Another shift – this time drawing me with the departing light down into a depth of space with no landmarks, lights, or consolations:

brightness in the dead of night, darkness at the core of light – there is a whole and both are parts, the light and dark of our still secret hearts.

I am sober in this oncoming blackness. Peace, but more the peace of the graveyard. What more must die? I willingly lay it down, yet something echoes back:

“Go further!”

I am mute. These eyes are sad. I am so weary. I do not ask for mercy, I know what I must do. It is always such a simple thing. Really, nothing to it.

I bow my head to receive another death. I open my mouth to thank Her. She swings the sword so gracefully, yes – I have been here before.

This is what She does. This is what I do. The sound the blade makes as it slices the air – somehow familiar, even comforting in its stark expediency.

In a flash it is consummated. Blood and water sluice over waterfalls, and now the night – so still! So deep!

Was there ever such a night as this?

In my pocket, a candy mint from some forgotten restaurant . . .

Here, take it --

it’s for you.


:yo:

[PurpleLama]

God bless Ra, father, Sun in the sky

God bless Isis, mother, Luna in the night

God bless the Wind and the Horus Hawk

God bless the Earth on which we Walk

God bless the Fae

And God bless me

But God bless God, especially

[another bob]

God bless Ra, father, Sun in the sky

God bless Isis, mother, Luna in the night

God bless the Wind and the Horus Hawk

God bless the Earth on which we Walk

God bless the Fae

And God bless me

But God bless God, especially



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[Normalguy31]

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What is this clip from. I must see more.

[songsfortheotherkind]

An overview of my own personal experience with the Annunaki- prelude.

Here's the thing- my experience of the my universe is my own. another bob has recently spilled the beans on the multiple physical universes within this one, which I hadn't been talking about at all, and it gets into my experience of the slidey in ways that start becoming rather outlandish for most minds, but I've been sitting here having a gargoyle staring at me and it's making me rather abruptly disinterested in what others might interpret.

My experience is that I exist inside an infinite serious of physical worlds stacked within each other like Prussian dolls. These worlds are/are not, are physical/are energetic, and essentially very little of the crushing solidity I experience here exists there. The constant f*uckery experienced here, the so-called Darkness, the polarisations, the blah blah blah and battles between 'good' and 'evil' simply doesn't happen in the worlds I 'come from' or emerged from or created my Self from or however it is that this is framed. I am so ancient that those kinds of perspectives are meaningless, so new that I can't be arsed working it out because there are so many more interesting things to be doing than categorising, classifying and boxing in.

The multiverse is a quantum flux state more interesting than most talk about. The yammering for 'proof' here in this realm is one of the reasons one can't access the Otherrealms, which has been one of the reminders I've gotten this morning. I'm thrumming with so much energy and glee and faceplanting 'd'oh!' that it's difficult to write, and that's kind of fun too. I want tea, and a hot water bottle, and I want them now!

now I have them! ah, creative manifestation and a fast boiling kettle- with their powers combined...!

where was I? Oh yes, solid reality and all that. See, to jump effectively, or to slide, there is a requirement for having very little attachment to the experience of 'real', a willingness to be a different kind of real. There's not a lot of it about and earlier experiences of being involuntarily dragged into hell realms created by my own mind have made me a tad twitchy about the process, hence the flailing, flapping and running about outside: I am happy to slide in the etherrealms and have been doing a bit of that lately, discovering to my delight that my ability to interact with Beings in a succubus way is now activating in the physical realms. I've never actually been able to directly exchange energy like that with an incarnate Being because the energy was too low, but it seems that this is aaaaaaaaall changing with the leveling up of energy going on around the planet. *bounces in squee mode* For the succubus element this has been a revelation- I can feel my Self getting back into being able to manifest, like another bob's dreamy energy body picture, into another's realm and actually feedexchange, instead of doing it from a distance. The distance thing has been luscious as it is, mindblowingly so, and mmmmmmMMM, the gleesticks are dancing madly.

Ahem. Other realms. Yes. *shakes slightly dazed head and getting the glazed look out of eyes* mmm, seems some connections are permanently 'on'...

This experience of physical universes stacked within each other for me is experienced as one thing- which means they are/are not within each other, they overlap and merge and blur and move in and out of each other. Here is where the solid state Epic Language Fail kicks in, but essentially it works like this for me- I create it, and it is So; I experience it a particular way and that's how it is in that space. It's the mirror and the cauldron all the time, all present simultaneously, and sometimes I get to choose the bits that rise up and sometimes a greater knowing, based on my intention to evolve, chooses for me. Either way is awesome. Sometimes I forget that.

These days I see the deep virus intention, the one that wants to keep me in a solid state, squeezing me around the middle and trying to keep me 'here', trying to cut me off from my slidey, stopping my blur, mirroring what I've picked up here, my fear, my inhibition, my experience of what happens to those who walk between worlds.

http://www.worldpulse.com/files/upload/6935/woman_in_chains.jpg

At this point I went to find a picture of a witch being tortured but I was so triggered by the images that I can neither post one or go there. I don't want to hold that memory and energy in my space. That's what the virus wants- for me to remember all those things, to constrict back down, to go into trauma mode and forget what I can be. Huh. That's how I forget the awesome.

I don't think that all men would stand back and let me die like that again. I sure as f*uck have more up my sleeve than I had back then- if the religionists ever came for me again like that I'd have no hesitation in destroying the lot of them without blinking. But I need to get out of this space and back to where I was writing from- expansion, expansion, not constriction, creative magic dancing in my hands, not lightsabres and the jet eyed left hand of destruction... I can be that, I just don't want to anymore.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MH0tmd-43x8&feature=related

Breathe, breathe...


Mmm. So slidey universes that exist to express the co-creation and to act as cauldrons and vessels for the expression of the evolution that links everything together. The All as a Being is constantly moving towards its own evolution and greater complexity, which we see in the microcosm of this planet. To achieve this, energies are matched together, the frequencies seek whatever it is that is necessary, whatever bits are required, to manifest the level up and evolution that runs as a constant signal throughout the All, the underpinning impulse. It's why individuals are drawn to each other, it's as much about the mirror of the wounding as anything else- what point is there in being with someone that you can't learn anything from? can't evolve with? It's energetic cul-de-sac that way, which is why I fully recognise that any Being I am attracted to, or want to connect with, is going to have some kick arse triggers in there for me. I'm not deceived by the myths about love and desire that are pimped by the virus, I'm not phased by the grinning Trickster face of evolution lurking within another Being, I just pick more interesting, intelligent and conscious Tricksters these days.

So I live in a multiverse where things make sense when viewed through the lens of constant evolution. More tea is required.

[songsfortheotherkind]

QtTpszuKXqA

My succubus Self is astonished, mesmerised and falling through water from this imagery.

[songsfortheotherkind]

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

[PurpleLama]

Ah yes, the Trickster.

:wizard:

[another bob]

Mmm. So slidey universes that exist to express the co-creation and to act as cauldrons and vessels for the expression of the evolution that links everything together. The All as a Being is constantly moving towards its own evolution and greater complexity, which we see in the microcosm of this planet. To achieve this, energies are matched together, the frequencies seek whatever it is that is necessary, whatever bits are required, to manifest the level up and evolution that runs as a constant signal throughout the All, the underpinning impulse. It's why individuals are drawn to each other, it's as much about the mirror of the wounding as anything else- what point is there in being with someone that you can't learn anything from? can't evolve with? It's energetic cul-de-sac that way, which is why I fully recognise that any Being I am attracted to, or want to connect with, is going to have some kick arse triggers in there for me. I'm not deceived by the myths about love and desire that are pimped by the virus, I'm not phased by the grinning Trickster face of evolution lurking within another Being, I just pick more interesting, intelligent and conscious Tricksters these days.


Pierre Teilhard de Chardin spent his life trying to explain what you've been able to illuminate in one post.

:rockon:

[another bob]

DOLEUHnd0vM

[davyj0nes]

(I just had a brief interlude where he pointed out that I had not in fact properly invited him in and he was still standing at the back door. I said I'd been aware of this and thought he was simply having a stare bear. He replied with 'you're avoiding the issue, get up and let me in' and we discussed how I was very comfortable where I was, how he was perfectly capable of materialising inside, how this was not the issue and one likes to be greeted at the door occasionally, and I asked if climbing in the open window beside me, with an enthusiastic invitation to 'do come in!' would suffice, this was agreed and I was treated to the spectacle of a nine foot gargoyle climbing in my window and wandering about. Now he's sitting at the end of the table grinning at me. It doesn't make typing about my weirdness any easier. I can't imagine why.)

Now I can't take anything seriously at all, so I have to ignore his cheesy grin and keep writing. *laughing* Bollocks.

don't stop writing song, you are awesome. please let Pan know i said hi :)

[davyj0nes]

The stairs were very long and broad, with a central banister. I noticed the people rushing past me scatter as they suddenly saw what I saw, which was a human figure - totally black like a silhoutte - appear at the top of those long stairs. It was daylight up there, but the figure was totally and completely black, and it seemed androgynous - I couldn't tell the gender. This was a split second observation though, because he/she then zoomed down the stairs, using the central banister as it went - doing somersaults or cartwheels, which were more impressive than anything I've seen anyone do even in a film. The speed and accuracy was utterly incredible. It covered the distance from the bottom of the stairs to me (maybe fifty feet) in no time - and as it came to a skidding, incredibly elegant halt right in front of me, it struck out with a foot ... and then there I was, in my bed, up against the wall - reeling at the physical impact and the experience of what had just happened.

have you had any other dreams like that since? i have dreams like these all the time. I think there is a place in dreamland where all this is taking place. Its like a dark city. that's what i call it anyway. do you think there might place all of this taking place at???

[davyj0nes]

http://behance.vo.llnwd.net/profiles7/598175/projects/1998497/3215260aa19a2d61cd41e569f6c7e9ca.jpg
The mask of god?
http://www.crystalinks.com/brahmagold.jpg?w=300&h=300

[another bob]

I think there is a place in dreamland where all this is taking place. Its like a dark city. that's what i call it anyway.



jSpowoKqSzc

[songsfortheotherkind]

Annunaki musings, part le deux.

*munches on energy that tastes almost but not entirely unlike a chocolate coated carrot*

Viewing things that happen from a platform of constant evolution makes the worlds behave differently, even physically, than how this virus driven illusion behaves. I have, in the past year, been reclaiming my own Trickster and renewing the relationship- it's been a bumpy ride, I am a master at Splatting, Falling Down Metaphorical Stairs, Making A Complete ArseHat Of My Self and have learned a few valuable lessons along the way-

http://www.demotivationalposters.org/image/demotivational-poster/0805/head-protection-helmet-ouch-faceplant-demotivational-poster-1211523037.jpg

http://www.livelaugheat.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/633860112745509710-FACEPLANT.jpg


The good thing about this is that I am a poster child for If She Can Do It, Then Anyone Can, because frankly, I'm fantastically talented and wickedly intelligent when it comes to being an idiot. Hurrah! The Trickster is often responsible for this situation and I have now developed a more positive approach to her antics:

http://verydemotivational.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/demotivational-posters-face-plant.jpg

http://freakyfail.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/freaky-epic-fail-photos-collection-fail.jpg


When I turn the virus on its own story interesting things happen. This is what happened regarding my experience of my history with the Annunaki.


I'm going to post this and continue, otherwise nothing will get posted for the rest of the day...

[songsfortheotherkind]

Mmm. So slidey universes that exist to express the co-creation and to act as cauldrons and vessels for the expression of the evolution that links everything together. The All as a Being is constantly moving towards its own evolution and greater complexity, which we see in the microcosm of this planet. To achieve this, energies are matched together, the frequencies seek whatever it is that is necessary, whatever bits are required, to manifest the level up and evolution that runs as a constant signal throughout the All, the underpinning impulse. It's why individuals are drawn to each other, it's as much about the mirror of the wounding as anything else- what point is there in being with someone that you can't learn anything from? can't evolve with? It's energetic cul-de-sac that way, which is why I fully recognise that any Being I am attracted to, or want to connect with, is going to have some kick arse triggers in there for me. I'm not deceived by the myths about love and desire that are pimped by the virus, I'm not phased by the grinning Trickster face of evolution lurking within another Being, I just pick more interesting, intelligent and conscious Tricksters these days.


Pierre Teilhard de Chardin spent his life trying to explain what you've been able to illuminate in one post.

:rockon:

That is an amazingly huge thing for you to say and I thank you.

[another bob]

Mmm. So slidey universes that exist to express the co-creation and to act as cauldrons and vessels for the expression of the evolution that links everything together. The All as a Being is constantly moving towards its own evolution and greater complexity, which we see in the microcosm of this planet. To achieve this, energies are matched together, the frequencies seek whatever it is that is necessary, whatever bits are required, to manifest the level up and evolution that runs as a constant signal throughout the All, the underpinning impulse. It's why individuals are drawn to each other, it's as much about the mirror of the wounding as anything else- what point is there in being with someone that you can't learn anything from? can't evolve with? It's energetic cul-de-sac that way, which is why I fully recognise that any Being I am attracted to, or want to connect with, is going to have some kick arse triggers in there for me. I'm not deceived by the myths about love and desire that are pimped by the virus, I'm not phased by the grinning Trickster face of evolution lurking within another Being, I just pick more interesting, intelligent and conscious Tricksters these days.


Pierre Teilhard de Chardin spent his life trying to explain what you've been able to illuminate in one post.

:rockon:

That is an amazingly huge thing for you to say and I thank you.


Driven by the forces of love, the fragments of the world seek each other so that the world may come to being.

Love alone is capable of uniting living beings in such a way as to complete and fulfill them, for it alone takes them and joins them by what is deepest in themselves.

The universe as we know it is a joint product of the observer and the observed.

Our duty, as men and women, is to proceed as if limits to our ability did not exist. We are collaborators in creation.

~Pierre Teilhard de Chardin


:yo:

[Cerridwen]

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

Thank you. That was truly beautiful. *Wiping away silent tears*

[Cerridwen]

DOLEUHnd0vM

Even more silent tears. Thank you Bob for that hug.

[Alekahn]

15307

"Driven by the forces of love, the fragments of the world seek each other so that the world may come to being.

Love alone is capable of uniting living beings in such a way as to complete and fulfill them, for it alone takes them and joins them by what is deepest in themselves.

The universe as we know it is a joint product of the observer and the observed.

Our duty, as men and women, is to proceed as if limits to our ability did not exist. We are collaborators in creation.

~Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
:yo:[/QUOTE]

another bob


In rare moments, words, the truth
can become as an aphrodisiac to the soul.
This is one such instance.
As was your post Songs.
The reminders are flowing this day.
Thank you all.

[Alekahn]

rMkspGYLP24

[songsfortheotherkind]

But if we ever get visitors to the etheric pub like that I'm sure Songsy will deal with them.


There are regular patrons of this fine establishment who aren't only as you describe, but more so. As I expressed on a fateful thread long, long ago "You never know who is on the other side of the keyboard."

This I am aware of- have you not felt the powerful 'Arseholes Begone!' wards that I've placed on the Pub? Those who would disturb the Force come and go quite quickly...

*flashes jet colored eyes and smiles slightly*

I may wear my Idiot badge proudly *and* I'm all kinds of cunning and aware in other ways- that's the beauty of the Trickster.

I may not look like it- that's part of the trick...

[songsfortheotherkind]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQ5Grncdjlc

[another bob]

In rare moments, words, the truth
can become as an aphrodisiac to the soul.
This is one such instance.
As was your post Songs.
The reminders are flowing this day.
Thank you all.



“The love of God, unutterable & perfect,
flows into a pure soul the way that light
rushes into a transparent object.
The more love it finds, the more it gives itself;
so that, as we grow clear & open,
the more complete the joy of heaven is.
And the more souls who resonate together,
the greater the intensity of their love,
and, mirror like, each soul reflects the other."

~Dante

[songsfortheotherkind]

In rare moments, words, the truth
can become as an aphrodisiac to the soul.


Aphrodisiac to the soul- that's always the signal that I'm after, that I'm called to explore and immerse my Self in...

[another bob]

In rare moments, words, the truth
can become as an aphrodisiac to the soul.


Aphrodisiac to the soul- that's always the signal that I'm after, that I'm called to explore and immerse my Self in...


Here is how we are:

Spooned together we lay blended, suspended, floating horizontal in an infinite room filled with signs of our own design -- vast spaciousness, no boundary -- we drift slowly out from the density of our two bodies and into our etheric third, the one living us now as how we are, the one without center or circumference, the one before even, before odd, before God.

Now we are ready, because nowhere now is how we are, tuned together, sifted into this blend without end, when softly the wind chime chimes, so suddenly that everything we are, were, or will be falls perfectly into itself, fitted precisely into place in space.

Sleepily, we catch rumors of that falling. Our invisible body begins to move, liquefy, utterly bereft of any two-ness now, loving itself increasingly sweetly, each sigh in our room a sutra for souls that pause and breathe.

We make the sign of how we are, the sign of love that can’t be known, for this is how we are, just as we have always been, and what may have seemed some space in time that dreamed itself between us, some illusionary distance, of which now there is no trace, beyond all that –

here we are, as we are, face to face.

[Cerridwen]

I’ll start out by saying I very, very rarely ever remember my dreams. Once in a blue moon I’ll be woken up by something and have a vague memory of part of one that quickly slips away, but it doesn’t happen often. Maybe once a decade I’ll have a very powerful dream that I’ll remember in vivid detail, but that’s even more rare. I can still remember three of those. I know I must dream at night because everyone dreams at night, right? But when I wake up every morning, I have absolutely no memory of anything.

I know I’ve had four times when I’ve been slammed back into my body where I woke up with quite a start. It’s a bizarre feeling.

The first time it happened was about 7 years ago and I still remember the end very vividly because the exact same thing happened on three different nights in about a week. I can’t remember what was going on in the first part other than everything felt nice and normal (whatever that means). Then all of a sudden everything went pitch black and a *dark* feeling came over me. Then wham! a huge pane of glass shattered right in front of my face and I woke, sat straight up and was gasping for air and completely freaked out. I scared the crap out of my poor husband each time too because he said I screamed as well.

The only other time was about a year ago now, and it had a much nicer feeling to it. Again, I don’t remember what was going on earlier in the dream, but all of a sudden everything went black again. At first I was scared because of the other times, but then I quickly realized it was different. A glowing emerald green and gold symbol/ sign popped up right in front of my face and I woke with a start and sat straight up again. It had a warning feeling to it and my Self knew what it ment, but I wasn’t frightened. I knew the symbol represented something that could be dangerous and needed to be respected, but I wasn’t scared of it. It was very intricate and looked almost like a type of Celtic knot. I still have no clue what it ment, but the feeling I got from it was that it was a type of reminder. Maybe from a past life or something.

Anyone else have anything like those happen to them?

[another bob]

Anyone else have anything like those happen to them?

You may find some good stuff at this current thread, especially Nancy's and RealEyes' comments:

http://projectavalon.net/forum4/showthread.php?43367-Sleep-paralysis

I know it's often hard to bring stuff back from the upper rooms, since the 3-D equipment is not that tuned to the task, due to lack of training usually, but with a little dream yoga one can avoid the typical instant amnesia.

My mate was telling me about a tour she took, where she found herself taken to the Hall, where all the wisdom and such is stored, and she had a great time finding out about anything and everything, but when she had to return, she fought desperately to try and retain some of what she had learned. Upon awakening, she went to write down all she could, but only came up with one word:


SILENCE

[davyj0nes]

*waits patiently for the next anunnaki installment from songs* :dance:
--edit--
*puts on earphones; hits play*

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1amH6I68m4w

[Alekahn]

Waiting...can be interesting once in a great while.
While...waiting...for the unexpected (one hopes),
one can listen and marvel.

Music is by Saint-Saens...
and a delicious title...!

kBfExA5vYSM

[Katyani]

Borden, there is no need to apologize, but the light from the saber was kind of intense..if at all possible, could you adjust it a bit next time? : )

You describe your experience so vividly, I'm impressed by all the details. I will share more details from my experience with you later.
The elements I recognize from my own excursion are the underground setting, and people in great despair and agitation. It was explained to me that my presence there was crucial and that I could really help those people. I was, however, graciously escorted, both there and back!

I'm completely with you in your distinction between a regular lucid dream and this experience of a heightened reality.
Yes, the crispness, the 20/20 vision. I have lucid dreams regularly, but have only experienced a handful of these, what to call them? Astral awakenings?

Each time, I have been resting on my back (position may not have anything to do with it, just thought I'd mention it).
I close my eyes, and, very shortly, I'd say minutes, probably less than one, I hear a soft clicking sound, as if a lock has opened.
Then I open my eyes - my other eyes - and am in this heightened reality, so much more real than 3D.

Whereas, prior to a lucid dream, you are asleep, you have gone through various stages of sleep beforehand. Then you gradually, or all of a sudden, realize you are in a dream.
The realization can come from something incongruous, something does not quite make sense.
For instance, a concrete example: I am in, say, Japan. At night, I dream that I am in my hometown, a place on the other side of the world.
The time and location factors are the give aways. I realize that I couldn't have moved so fast, in just a few hours, between Japan and Sweden - not in 3D. Besides, I am walking around naked on a busy city street.
And at that point, the delicious freedom of movement and activities begin. You can, for instance, raid a candy store stark naked. (Embarrassingly childish, I know.)

Yes, dreams can be analyzed as the private midnight dramas we create in order to understand, perchance merge, various aspects of our selves.
But when different dimensions start to bleed and blend into each other, the picture becomes so much bigger.

This place, this pub, and all its patrons, are becoming very dear to me. I think I have been looking for you a long time. Songs, you are indeed a legend.

Parts of my 3D life are more and more beginning to feel like an elaborate cover. And I am determined to find out for what.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2BSMcVRgloY

[PurpleLama]

But if we ever get visitors to the etheric pub like that I'm sure Songsy will deal with them.


There are regular patrons of this fine establishment who aren't only as you describe, but more so. As I expressed on a fateful thread long, long ago "You never know who is on the other side of the keyboard."

This I am aware of- have you not felt the powerful 'Arseholes Begone!' wards that I've placed on the Pub? Those who would disturb the Force come and go quite quickly...

*flashes jet colored eyes and smiles slightly*

I may wear my Idiot badge proudly *and* I'm all kinds of cunning and aware in other ways- that's the beauty of the Trickster.

I may not look like it- that's part of the trick...


My quote was less than clear, I was likening some patrons to the astral entity who kicked borden back into his body. I, myself, have been on both ends of that one, and there are a few others I would suspect the same of.

[PurpleLama]

All I can say at the moment is that this 3d business is indeed a cover for something so wild and unimaginable that the majority of people will not accept it, instead they will be steadily reaching back for somithing familiar for comfort. Having found comfort solely within ourselves, some of us will carry on into this unexpected brightness.

nP0VBB7BO64

[Debra]

Catching up with all your words, images, sounds and energies are slicing through me right now with wild abandon. Holy holy holy. The breaking up of my self into different dimensions is an occurrence that I am experiencing on some days as well. The feeling is one of both release and steady on there as she blows. Hang on, I am, I am going with you. Conversations with others that cannot be seen is about 60 percent of my daily interaction. Is it me I am conversing with sometimes too? Yes, that is probably correct and I am aware of others, others too. Are they my loved ones that have passed? I am trying to sort out the energies from energies, feeling out the signatures, the essence. Is that you? It is you! *BIG SMILE* advice is meted out, questions are taken and sometimes others join in to the conversation to help me sort out a few things :)

Dreams, lucid, hyper reality. Yes Katyani. The hyper reality is the place I find myself. My physical vessel seems to dissolve around me and then it re-constitutes and then I am finding myself going through ceilings and walls, yet still breathing but it is a hyper breath, more real than the breath I am typing with right now. Awake, so awake it´s like a resurfacing through a delicate sheet of ice, popping out into a clean, clear place. At the same time, aware that this other me captured still in mediation, is lying down not too far away. Nice arrangement, I think. I can be two? Is there more?

Confession, when the astral pub was floated, I was surprised by having an experience about a day later. That is all I will call it right now. I had actually told myself, I will think about this, build up to it, not ready yet, this is territory that I am not experienced in. In the past, my dad has also told me to be careful and to make sure that I am guided properly, when I am ready. He has been an astral traveller for many years. But I have stayed away. So the experience I had, came out of a dream. Was it lucid? I think it had the beginning of becoming lucid because someone from here came to me. Which totally took me by surprise. As I said, I had not set any intention to start in with this experiment. I thought, oh my, this person is actually doing it, and he´s telling me, you´re here. I am not going reveal who, because I am not sure this really did take place, and if it was the real deal, whether this person is also conscious this took place. It was hand of friendship, which I thought was so lovely as well. I could not see this person in great detail, but their energy signature was I thought quite defined. I believe we were on a stairwell, and there was not much light. All I knew is that I made contact and the *dream* stayed on my mind for quite a few days afterwards.

[another bob]

All I can say at the moment is that this 3d business is indeed a cover for something so wild and unimaginable that the majority of people will not accept it, instead they will be steadily reaching back for somithing familiar for comfort. Having found comfort solely within ourselves, some of us will carry on into this unexpected brightness.


http://i42.tinypic.com/r8bf9t.jpg

[another bob]

Catching up with all your words, images, sounds and energies are slicing through me right now with wild abandon. Holy holy holy. The breaking up of my self into different dimensions is an occurrence that I am experiencing on some days as well. The feeling is one of both release and steady on there as she blows. Hang on, I am, I am going with you. Conversations with others that cannot be seen is about 60 percent of my daily interaction. Is it me I am conversing with sometimes too? Yes, that is probably correct and I am aware of others, others too. Are they my loved ones that have passed? I am trying to sort out the energies from energies, feeling out the signatures, the essence. Is that you? It is you! *BIG SMILE* advice is meted out, questions are taken and sometimes others join in to the conversation to help me sort out a few things :)



http://i42.tinypic.com/33nagj4.jpg

[jackovesk]

Welcome to The Pub At the End of the Universe

If this pub doesn't serve 'Scotch & Coke' that's the last you'll hear from me...:pound:

Hang-On let me 'Remote View' some replies to your post jackovesk...

Oh-Sh#t - They are telling you that's a good thing...:yes4:

Well at least you contributed something to the 1,171 posts & 25,056 views so far...:wave:

[another bob]

Welcome to The Pub At the End of the Universe

If this pub doesn't serve 'Scotch & Coke' that's the last you'll hear from me...:pound:



http://i42.tinypic.com/2qns4f8.jpg





Hang-On let me 'Remote View' some replies to your post jackovesk...


http://i42.tinypic.com/104kayx.jpg




Oh-Sh#t - They are telling you that's a good thing...:yes4:

Well at least you contributed something to the 1,171 posts & 25,056 views so far...:wave:



http://i41.tinypic.com/ynzwk.jpg

[PurpleLama]

All I can say at the moment is that this 3d business is indeed a cover for something so wild and unimaginable that the majority of people will not accept it, instead they will be steadily reaching back for somithing familiar for comfort. Having found comfort solely within ourselves, some of us will carry on into this unexpected brightness.


http://i42.tinypic.com/r8bf9t.jpg

I'm just an ass
In the crack of humanity
I'm just a huge manatee

tx9Ro0V5ydg

[Alekahn]

Scotch is accepted here it is safe to say.
Coke?...may a cosmic alternative be found!
Then again...whatever it takes, to "carry on into
this unexpected brightness." (beautiful!)


XpG_wvdhkRM

[PurpleLama]

Welcome to The Pub At the End of the Universe

If this pub doesn't serve 'Scotch & Coke' that's the last you'll hear from me...:pound:

Hang-On let me 'Remote View' some replies to your post jackovesk...

Oh-Sh#t - They are telling you that's a good thing...:yes4:

Well at least you contributed something to the 1,171 posts & 25,056 views so far...:wave:

Pull up a seat, jacko. I'd offer to buy you a drink, but in the PATEOTU, the drinks are all free.

While you're here, do I recall you being an edgar cayce fan? You might be interested in this company, here, as it was founded by a friend of cayce's and is devoted to producing cayce's cures according to the methods prescribed in the readings themselves.

http://caycecures.com/

[Calz]

Welcome to The Pub At the End of the Universe

If this pub doesn't serve 'Scotch & Coke' that's the last you'll hear from me...:pound:




On the rocks ... :dirol:

[no more excuses for not stopping by again then ...]


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[another bob]

I'm just an ass
In the crack of humanity
I'm just a huge manatee


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[another bob]

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[Calz]

How to Explain Government to an Alien (from Outer Space, not Mexico)

Stucky
The Burning Platform
Tue, 03 Apr 2012 17:39 CDT


Alien (A): "I've traveled across space to check on the progress of your species."

Human (H): "Cool. Shall I take you to our leader?"

A: "Your what?"

H: "Our leader. The guy in charge."

A: "The guy in charge of what?"

H: "Well, in charge of everything."

A: "You have one guy in charge of everything?"

H: "No, no. He's in charge of Government."

A: "What is 'Government'?"

H: "Well, Government makes the rules for us. It tells us what we can do, and what we can't do."

A: "So, Government is really smart? They come up with wise rules for you to follow?"

H" "Well, mostly. But some of its rules really are stupid."

A: "Do you disregard those rules?"

H: "No we have to follow the rules, even if they are stupid or we disagree with them. Government punishes anyone who disobeys the rules."

A: "So, you are a slave to government?"

H: "No, no. It's not like that at all. Government works for us, the people. It serves us. We are the boss."

A: "It tells YOU what to do. And it punishes YOU with violence if you disobey it. And, yet, you're it's boss?"

H: "Yeah."

A: "But there are some things government does that you don't like?"

H: "Well, yeah. Not everything government does is popular. Like, spending on wars, for example."

A: "What is a 'war'"?

H: "It's when the Government spends the people's money on weapons and soldiers and sends them over to the other side of the world to kill a bunch of people over there and destroy their country. I don't like that the Government does this."

A: "Well. I can see why you might not like that. Have you humans reached the stage where you generally consider stealing, enslaving, and killing each other to be ... bad things?"

H: "Oh, yeah! We know that! Don't steal. Don't attack. Don't assault."

A: "But you give money to Government and they use it to kill people."

H: "Umm, yeah. But the Government does good things with tax money as well."

A: "Why don't you stop paying for the things you don't like, and only pay for the good things it does?"

H: "No, we can't do that. You can't just decide to stop paying taxes because the rules say that everyone has to pay taxes."

A: "But the rules come from Government, don't they?

H: "Yes."

A: "So Government made the rule which said everyone has to pay the money?"

H: "Yes"

A: "So, everyone pays taxes because if they didn't Government would punish them using violence?"

H: "Yes, but most people don't mind paying taxes. Most people feel obligated to pay taxes and obey Government laws because it's for the good of society. Society needs Government so that means we all must pay taxes "

A: "So, just to make sure I've got this straight. Government makes the rules and you feel obligated to follow the rules, even the ones you don't like. And it tells you what to do and threatens to punish you if you don't do what it says, and it uses some of the money it takes from you using threats of violence to pay for things you don't like, and actually think are immoral like, mass murder."

H: "Yes, but we can ask it to please tell us to do smart things like, please don't use our money to kill people. We're allowed to ask them to tell us to do what we want them to tell us to do."

A: "Are you guys just scared of this thing? Is Government some huge monster which can just squish you at any moment if you disobey?"

H: "No, Government isn't a monster."

A: "Well, what is it then? Can you draw me a picture of it?"

H: "Government isn't really the sort of thing you can draw a picture of."

A: "Maybe you can take me to it. Where is Government?"

H: "You mean the buildings?"

A: "Government is a building?"

H: "No, but the politicians who make up the Government have buildings they work from."

A: "So, Government is a group of these politicians?"

H: "Yes"

A: "OK. Then what species are these politicians?"

H: "They're human."

A: "Like you??"

H: "Yeah"

A: "So, politicians are human and they're Government. You're human, but you're not Government."

H: "No"

A: "So it's the politicians they're the ones that boss the rest of you around and make you do things you don't want to do and take your money using threats of violence. But, even though you're all humans you're not allowed to boss them around and take their money?"

H: "No, they'd put us in a cage if we did that. But, look, it's not like the politicians can just do whatever they want. Like, a politician can't just come up to me on the street and make me give him money. They can't do that. Politicians can only do things like that in their job when they are working for Government."

A: "Oh, so politicians aren't Government. They just work for Government."

H: "Yeah"

A: "OK. So, Government isn't a monster, and it isn't a building, and it's not politicians. It's something else. But it employs politicians, who are just regular humans who get to boss everyone else around and take their money. How does a regular human become a politician?"

H: "Well, that's the great thing about our Government. It's a Democracy. And that means that the people actually have the power because we get to decide who among us get to be politicians. We get to vote! If a politician starts doing things we don't like we can just replace them with someone else in the next election."

A: "So the people that get chosen to be politicians only get to boss people around and take their money for a short time, and then they go back to being regular humans?"

H: "Exactly"

A: "Sounds like a powerful position to be in. But if you get to choose who does that I assume that politicians are always the wisest, most honest, caring and perspective people among you."

H: "Well, no, not really. I wouldn't say politicians are known for being honest or wise or caring. And they're certainly not the most respected people among us. Come to think of it, most politicians are lying power hungry crooks."

A: "The ones YOU chose?"

H: "Yeah, they're always doing things we don't like. They use taxpayers money to enrich themselves and their friends. And they never keep their promises to voters. They've been caught stealing and lying and taking bribes. And they mostly do what the big corporations want. Yeah, they're always doing stuff like that. They're completely corrupt. They're a bunch of lying crooks."

A: "But, ... you said that most humans know that stealing and beating each other up and killing are wrong. And you said you have the power because you can change who's in charge. So why don't you just replace the lying, thieving, murderous, crooked politicians with some regular people."

H: "Well, we don't try to elect lying crooks. It just turns out that way. But we have to have a Government because some humans are nasty and they might kill or enslave or steal. Civilization just couldn't survive without Government.

A: "Let me get this straight. Because you are worried about the small number of nasty people who are willing to kill and enslave and steal, you think it is necessary for your survival to have a system where some humans among you for a short while get to call themselves the Government and they get to order everyone else around like slaves, and if they want commit mass murder overseas, using money they stole using threats of violence. Politicians get to enslave and kill and steal because if they didn't ... someone else might? And you try to elect good honest people to be politicians but what happens every time is that the people you elect turn out to be corrupt evil lying crooks. That's your system?

H: "Yup. That's pretty much Government."


http://www.sott.net/articles/show/243711-How-to-Explain-Government-to-an-Alien-from-Outer-Space-not-Mexico-

[Guest]

On the rocks ... :dirol:

Hey Calzee,

While your are serving it up in the Pub, single malt.... straight.

Love

Nora

[another bob]

A: "Let me get this straight. Because you are worried about the small number of nasty people who are willing to kill and enslave and steal, you think it is necessary for your survival to have a system where some humans among you for a short while get to call themselves the Government and they get to order everyone else around like slaves, and if they want commit mass murder overseas, using money they stole using threats of violence. Politicians get to enslave and kill and steal because if they didn't ... someone else might? And you try to elect good honest people to be politicians but what happens every time is that the people you elect turn out to be corrupt evil lying crooks. That's your system?

H: "Yup. That's pretty much Government."


http://www.sott.net/articles/show/243711-How-to-Explain-Government-to-an-Alien-from-Outer-Space-not-Mexico-



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[Calz]

On the rocks ... :dirol:

Hey Calzee,

While your are serving it up in the Pub, single malt.... straight.

Love

Nora


Well hi there Nora :wave:

Chocolate, vanilla or would you like to try our special for the day Strawberry???


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[Alekahn]

A musical interlude feels in order...
a song of heart's desire. The day
brimming with potential, as always.

VfN58h4zZ7o

[another bob]

A musical interlude feels in order...
a song of heart's desire. The day
brimming with potential, as always.

VfN58h4zZ7o

mNfSKMlNquE

[songsfortheotherkind]

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[Alekahn]

"I entered the amethyst grotto:
I left my blood among purple thorns:
I changed skin, wine, outlook:
ever since, violets hurt me."

Pablo Neruda

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[another bob]

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[another bob]

"I entered the amethyst grotto:
I left my blood among purple thorns:
I changed skin, wine, outlook:
ever since, violets hurt me."

Pablo Neruda

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And it was at that age. . . poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, not silence,
but from a street it called me,
from the branches of the night,
abruptly from the others,
among raging fires
or returning alone,
there it was, without a face,
and it touched me.
I didn't know what to say, my mouth
had no way with names,
my eyes were blind.
Something knocked in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire,
and I wrote the first, faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing;
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating plantations,
the darkness perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the overpowering night, the universe.

And I, tiny being
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss.
I wheeled with the stars.
My heart broke loose with the wind.


~Pablo Neruda



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[Debra]

Mr Jacovesk,
we are prepared to serve you only the best, in return for quality equivalent in some interesting posts from the being that lies behind the keyboard, behind the being, whom thou callest Jacovesk! Bring it on!;)

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If this pub doesn't serve 'Scotch & Coke' that's the last you'll hear from me...:pound:

[Debra]

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Big smile. -thanaks Another Bob- an image I downloaded into my heart :rapture:

[Debra]

A musical interlude feels in order...
a song of heart's desire. The day
brimming with potential, as always.

VfN58h4zZ7o

Beautiful Alekahn. x

[songsfortheotherkind]

29 hours without sleep. INteresting...

Fallen angels- do you know why they're called the Fallen? It's a bunch of manipulated crap, really, because they fall upwards through Choice and there's no sin involved at all, because there's no sin. Light Beings aren't more enlightened, they just live in the frequency of Light, in the information streams that Light actually is: the messages are in the Light, the storage vessel is the Water. Angels aren't the messengers, the Light is, they are Beings that emerge from that frequency, the pure note distilled into expression of Self in new and mysterious ways. There are those who live on the extreme end of the frequency, Beings of absolute light frequency, immersed in traveling with the signal, the coiling dance of a different kundalini that writhes its way through the multiverse, infinite flavours and streaming information.

Others choose a different path, seeing the possibility in the distilled physical realms, choosing to fall upwards and inwards towards coalescence of their unique signal into physical expression, bringing with them fragments of the great information streams contained in the Light frequency.

http://www.meinengel.eu/assets/images/Guardian-Angel.jpg

They are bringers of their own Self, their own Song, and know nothing of gods or demons, evil or good, for in the Light stream there is simply Is and All, no judgement because there is no judge. They bring no revelation except their own Self, no divine message except their Being, no guidance except their own perspective.

We are each distilling our own Self into physical expression; every history, every story, every expression is an intertwining Song created to distill the co-creation and creator, evolution and that which is evolving, within the framework of an ever present and constant Now, where we get to make Self again and again, distilling into ever more complex expression the sui generis signal that each Being carries, their own element and frequency of the evolution and creation. It is all art made in water, momentary suspension before the next moment shifts the kaleidoscope and a whole new pattern is revealed.

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I keep reminding my Self to stop thinking so small; it's all so much more interesting and complex than the simplistic cause and effect version of things that the virus Mirror reflects back to those who live in fear of what they truly are and might become. Every manifestation, every distillation, every moment of connection and co-creation is in service to the evolution, always the frequency calling to its own Self, inviting the simultaneous inhalation and exhalation of mouths hovering softly above one another, the exchange of breath of life between the All and its infinite expression. This Art that is made on the canvas of the ever present spirit, colours and textures swirling with the touch of each new Being, micro to macro, Art made in the moment of expansion and connection, the flash of yes and willingness to be sui generis cohesion.

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I'm not interested in what I was yesterday, or a billion years ago, except for how it informs my evolution now: now is what there is for me, with the yesterdays and eons all present here in this moment to reveal to me another facet of the Self that I am creating now. That is what is happening here, in this particular present: Choice, the expression of the Art that I am prepared to create, embracing and naked in willingness to express and co-create, blind and deaf to the chorus of billions who insist that I have no power, that this limited disease is the best there is. I release my Self into the storm and let go, let their voices and patterns wash around me as I anchor into the core of I Am and concentrate on the expansion within me, willing only to let my eyes rest on the vision I have within me of what is possible, the infinitely possible.

I am a thousand Beings, infinite Beings, in this one skin. I slide away from the rules, the constrictions and the paradigms that seek to define me into a neat box. I turn away from the restrictions that are nothing but a reflection of the limitations of others. I embrace the unlimited creation and possibility.

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Given this perspective- that all history is simply another breadcrumb trail of evolution- I can talk about the history of the Otherkind as I have it.

[Debra]

Time to book a room, it has been a long day. Sweet dreams all x

zqlKpc4wCDU

[davyj0nes]

have you tried whisper videos to help you sleep??? I like'em they make me tingly and sleepy... zzzz...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=329NxhP-RGY&feature=plcp&context=C4d8f16eVDvjVQa1PpcFNNCaIJCetxWrC9pv3cDf0g 8C91d09wmpA=

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[songsfortheotherkind]

have you tried whisper videos to help you sleep??? I like'em they make me tingly and sleepy... zzzz...


I"m processing huge amounts of information at the moment, as well as going through some major upheavals energetically- of the good sort, still running on full throttle internally trying to keep up. Have also had a switch in eating patterns, my thought processes are altering greatly, I'm wanting to move faster through the spaces and I'm confused because my external world and internal worlds are majorly out of alignment; my constant calling, as part of my evolution, is in exploring congruence and cohesion, holding my sui generis in my Self as my compass- I find it very confusing to orient this solidly given the other demands on my life, many of which I have no energy for any longer. I was pacing up and down my drive way yesterday and at dawn this morning, looking to clarify the signal so I could have a better idea of what I need to be doing for my Self right now: I have no answers within me and need wait for the coalescence and clarity to emerge from the effects of the path I'm on.

:)

[another bob]

Fallen angels- do you know why they're called the Fallen? It's a bunch of manipulated crap, really, because they fall upwards through Choice and there's no sin involved at all, because there's no sin. Light Beings aren't more enlightened, they just live in the frequency of Light, in the information streams that Light actually is: the messages are in the Light, the storage vessel is the Water. Angels aren't the messengers, the Light is, they are Beings that emerge from that frequency, the pure note distilled into expression of Self in new and mysterious ways. There are those who live on the extreme end of the frequency, Beings of absolute light frequency, immersed in traveling with the signal, the coiling dance of a different kundalini that writhes its way through the multiverse, infinite flavours and streaming information.

Others choose a different path, seeing the possibility in the distilled physical realms, choosing to fall upwards and inwards towards coalescence of their unique signal into physical expression, bringing with them fragments of the great information streams contained in the Light frequency.

They are bringers of their own Self, their own Song, and know nothing of gods or demons, evil or good, for in the Light stream there is simply Is and All, no judgement because there is no judge. They bring no revelation except their own Self, no divine message except their Being, no guidance except their own perspective.

We are each distilling our own Self into physical expression; every history, every story, every expression is an intertwining Song created to distill the co-creation and creator, evolution and that which is evolving, within the framework of an ever present and constant Now, where we get to make Self again and again, distilling into ever more complex expression the sui generis signal that each Being carries, their own element and frequency of the evolution and creation. It is all art made in water, momentary suspension before the next moment shifts the kaleidoscope and a whole new pattern is revealed.

I keep reminding my Self to stop thinking so small; it's all so much more interesting and complex than the simplistic cause and effect version of things that the virus Mirror reflects back to those who live in fear of what they truly are and might become. Every manifestation, every distillation, every moment of connection and co-creation is in service to the evolution, always the frequency calling to its own Self, inviting the simultaneous inhalation and exhalation of mouths hovering softly above one another, the exchange of breath of life between the All and its infinite expression. This Art that is made on the canvas of the ever present spirit, colours and textures swirling with the touch of each new Being, micro to macro, Art made in the moment of expansion and connection, the flash of yes and willingness to be sui generis cohesion.

I'm not interested in what I was yesterday, or a billion years ago, except for how it informs my evolution now: now is what there is for me, with the yesterdays and eons all present here in this moment to reveal to me another facet of the Self that I am creating now. That is what is happening here, in this particular present: Choice, the expression of the Art that I am prepared to create, embracing and naked in willingness to express and co-create, blind and deaf to the chorus of billions who insist that I have no power, that this limited disease is the best there is. I release my Self into the storm and let go, let their voices and patterns wash around me as I anchor into the core of I Am and concentrate on the expansion within me, willing only to let my eyes rest on the vision I have within me of what is possible, the infinitely possible.

I am a thousand Beings, infinite Beings, in this one skin. I slide away from the rules, the constrictions and the paradigms that seek to define me into a neat box. I turn away from the restrictions that are nothing but a reflection of the limitations of others. I embrace the unlimited creation and possibility.

Given this perspective- that all history is simply another breadcrumb trail of evolution- I can talk about the history of the Otherkind as I have it.


Fabulous writing . . . really exceptional material . . . leaves me breathless!

Deep Bows of Appreciation!


:yo:

[another bob]

Even within this small planetary realm there are infinite worlds of increasingly incomprehensible complexity. This planet itself sails around a small star in an immense galaxy of stars, and this galaxy floats in an infinite space embracing uncountable galaxies. All of these galaxies appear within the physical universe, which is but a drop in the totality of visible and invisible manifestation.

Even so, no one has ever gone anywhere, nothing has ever happened. No struggle has taken place, nor war ever fought. Not one soul has been liberated, no daunting demon cast down. No lovers have ever been joined, nor enemies divided. No light shines on in some mirror bright, no darkness shadows the land. Not even one drop of the rain of Bliss – what the poets refer to as Grace or This -- has fallen from the Sky of Heart, nor any arrow pierced it.

At any given or taken time, there is nothing to see, to feel, to acquire or know. Seeing, feeling, grasping, knowing are figments of time, but our time ran out before it began, while we persisted in dreaming. There are no lessons to learn, no paths to tread, no journey ending in happiness. This is how deeply I love you. Can you bear it? Can you let it go, let me go, so I can finally come home to you, myself, the one you see in the mirror of change, your own Beloved, yourself?

There is no hope, nor any reason for it. Nothing bound, nothing loosed, nothing lost, nothing found. This is so, and yet it cannot be accounted for, yielded to in ordinary or exotic sacrificial ritual, cajoled to disrobe by the charming bundle of passing pulchritude we pretend ourselves to be.
Nor can it be affirmed, denied, nor even pointed at -- it being nothing other than the pointing, pointing at itself in the exact direction of nowhere in particular, yet specific in each case, whatever that case may be, even as it changes into nothing special, really –

just a little something to enhance the romance, the dance of dreamers awake in the dream, asleep in the deep, the immensity of what bears us, bears our failing, our failing to love beyond the dream.

Meanwhile, under an influence of that filmy facsimile we imagine embodiment to be, clinging to a bare high branch on the African plain, we’re dream-gazing out towards a Neolithic sky, entranced by the shaman's skin drum echoing rhythmically in the far distance, the steady sound outside our bedroom window growing richer, clearer, as full moon tilts across our forehead, gradually revealing the secret in the drumbeat, the bom bom bom breaking our ancient mind into fragments of moonlight, of sheer grace, pulsing inside the heart’s drumbeat, inside this bedroom, perched atop a bare tree in a lunar desolation only shamans dare to enter.

And this is the way you found me, a child of a barren woman, a truly imaginary creature, floating outside your bedroom window, engulfed in a vaporous sort of breathing sound, not out of Africa, not anywhere we could name, a piece of vocal moonlight neither black nor white, the sudden end of drumming now a welcome window home, home without an answer, without a secret.

I come from sky, I go to sky, I go to you, because, even as this song world turns, there are galaxies beyond our ken evolving life forms whose singular destiny is coincident with one beam of clear white light, our light, spiraling on through fathomless time, reflecting neither presence nor absence, nor evidence that anything ever really happened, miraculous or mundane –

a smear of sudden brightness against a black background, painting itself with the stinging poetry of evanescence, our beginning and end in one flash, one seamless streak –

a wisp of a still-breathing something, gently exhaling . . .

no halo, no fear, only once

[PurpleLama]

Mwahaha Purple Lama is now drunk in the Pub. Here is the time of all times wher he might just let er rip.

Arms. The arms. In your picture, Songs. They should say on one, "God is Fun", and upon the other, "WE are God's Prime Time."

To those who have ears, let them hear.

I just love that one, about the ears. It's always tickled me, almost like it was my own idea.

Nope, too drunk. No reveal-ations tonight. Me and John, the Baptist, had a great time tonight. Ears. Anyway. We had Fun, and we had a good Talk.

So, Heads Up:






Don't Worry.

Ok, so maybe that was a leetle reveal-ation.

[PurpleLama]

Life is but the exhalation, death but the inhalation.

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Everything that is, is moving.

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we are so very, completely still.

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therefore, we, what we are, is not.


and it's ok!

[another bob]

Mwahaha Purple Lama is now drunk in the Pub. Here is the time of all times wher he might just let er rip.


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To those who have ears, let them hear.

I just love that one, about the ears. It's always tickled me, almost like it was my own idea.


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Life is but the exhalation, death but the inhalation.


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Everything that is, is moving.


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we are so very, completely still.



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therefore, we, what we are, is not.



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and it's ok!


Once you met the Lord Creator, you will never love any human or anything else again..


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[Guest]

On the rocks ... :dirol:

Hey Calzee,

While your are serving it up in the Pub, single malt.... straight.

Love

Nora


Well hi there Nora :wave:

Chocolate, vanilla or would you like to try our special for the day Strawberry???


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Hi Calz,


Love and good scotch only get better with time.

I'll have a double of your special.


Love

Nora

[Calz]

On the rocks ... :dirol:

Hey Calzee,

While your are serving it up in the Pub, single malt.... straight.

Love

Nora


Well hi there Nora :wave:

Chocolate, vanilla or would you like to try our special for the day Strawberry???

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Hi Calz,


Love and good scotch only get better with time.

I'll have a double of your special.


Love

Nora


Special it is ... very wise choice.

Me on the other hand (not prone to wisdom) would like to request a round (or two) of whatever another bob is drinking.


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[songsfortheotherkind]

Jeep- the musical!


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LFybwg4wadI

[songsfortheotherkind]

It's not easy being an Orstraylian, ya know.

from a brilliant Australian film called Gettin' Square- David Wenham (Faramir from LOTR) as you might not have seen him before...


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W4anxZR1Sgs


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s_u5ihEx70A&feature=relmfu


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wb-sJnA0y0w

and He Died With a Felafel In His Hand


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=72FGeMD7VtQ

http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&feature=endscreen&v=HO7CoVLOYPA This is a link to the complete film.

Welcome to the weird side of Australia, land of spiders that will run off with your sandwich.

The deal with this is that the film is based on the book of the same name, written by a guy who lived in some of the most legendary and insane sharehouses in Melbourne in the 80's. I also lived in a couple of them, one of them in the 80's and the rest much later- things were still insane and surreal, only the clothing was different. The incident written about, a guy dying with a felafel in his hand, really happened, as did most of the more insane things in this film. The place I lived in was in Kew, a suburb of Melbourne that during the 80's had fallen into disfavour and was full of massive, run down mansions with ridiculous sized tennis courts that were perfect for shopping trolley derby racing. I lived in one of these mansions with a bunch of punks, musicians, stoners, intellectual misfits and philosophising uni dropouts for an insane couple of months, during which I can categorically state I was at no time either straight or sober. I loved living in a madhouse, although naturally there are downsides, such as having your food constantly nicked: I learned to stash my food supplies in innovative and bizarre places, such as other individual's wardrobes because I knew they never opened them.

I lived in a wardrobe for two weeks when I was 16 because I was going out with a young guy who had just gotten out of jail on dope related charges and he was in a halfway house on night lockdown. He and his best mate snuck me in- it was great fun sneaking about the place after the workers went to bed, raiding the kitchen, letting ourselves out and roaming the streets of Melbourne at night, finding punk and alternative music places to go to before sneaking back in at dawn. Yes, I had safety pins in my ears in those days, and a hairstyle that took serious amounts of sticky crap to keep the spikes in place.

I am thinking about those days because I'm thinking about the way Being seemed to be so fluid back then, and discovering that this fluidity seems to be flooding back into me. I have days where my body is swimming in a feeling of heady opiate drugging due to some major kundalini levels ups and this has been cracking open a lot of viral programming; I've been looking at the constriction that has crept up on me like the Red Weed, sapping my life and my creativity while convincing me that this is How Things Are.

The process I'm going though is currently clunky, clumsy and with many opportunities for rock gathering faceplanting. I'm feeling amazed and impressed at my ability to have no elegance whatsoever about this- the *really* cool bit is, this time, I don't really care that I have no clue what I'm becoming and I'm having so much fun with it all that it feels like I'm 16 again, wandering around the streets of Melbourne in my ankle length coat, tartan mini skirt and black t-shirt, slipping beneath the mainstream and finding all the wonderful and weird places to be, to wander through- I used to walk at night, just watching the pageant playing out around me, invisible and observant while the world swirled and staggered around me.

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I found a chain smoking fallen angel with a mind like diamonds while I was rediscovering my own wings. He walks through the hallways of my spirit and brings me laughter and evolution, two of my favorite gifts, while his fingers trail through my essence like water. I am undone repeatedly by the presence of sublime beauty, found in wry self deprecation and a refusal to disappear beneath the darkness.

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I am slipping my skins again, holding the fabric of my life in my hands and wondering what it is that I want to create now, dreaming without the boundaries and smallness of mind that choke this paradigm like weeds beneath the surface that reach out to entangle the boots of the unwary. I've seen the face of that sneaky little strangler and I'm neither impressed or fooled.

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I can either play it safe, which means playing the way the virus wants me to play, or I can be the Neo of my own universe and see how many of these rules are really rules at all...

[Katyani]

What if you later actually found that underground place in a physical location, and got the keys to it..fell asleep there, had a frightening revelatory nightmare about the circumstances you were in, and then woke up, but this time not in your familiar 3D bedroom but back in that underground place..then where would you be?


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qV5x319Zo7o

[songsfortheotherkind]

What if you later actually found that underground place in a physical location, and got the keys to it..fell asleep there, had a frightening revelatory nightmare about the circumstances you were in, and then woke up, but this time not in your familiar 3D bedroom but back in that underground place..then where would you be?


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qV5x319Zo7o

Pretty much where I am now- once upon a time there was a shinier world and then I fell through a crack and found my Self here. It's taken me a bit of time and I think I've found the sidedoors that lead to more interesting places.

I've lived in the underground. It's a training ground for hackers.

[Debra]

I’ll start out by saying I very, very rarely ever remember my dreams. Once in a blue moon I’ll be woken up by something and have a vague memory of part of one that quickly slips away, but it doesn’t happen often. Maybe once a decade I’ll have a very powerful dream that I’ll remember in vivid detail, but that’s even more rare. I can still remember three of those. I know I must dream at night because everyone dreams at night, right? But when I wake up every morning, I have absolutely no memory of anything.

I know I’ve had four times when I’ve been slammed back into my body where I woke up with quite a start. It’s a bizarre feeling.

The first time it happened was about 7 years ago and I still remember the end very vividly because the exact same thing happened on three different nights in about a week. I can’t remember what was going on in the first part other than everything felt nice and normal (whatever that means). Then all of a sudden everything went pitch black and a *dark* feeling came over me. Then wham! a huge pane of glass shattered right in front of my face and I woke, sat straight up and was gasping for air and completely freaked out. I scared the crap out of my poor husband each time too because he said I screamed as well.

The only other time was about a year ago now, and it had a much nicer feeling to it. Again, I don’t remember what was going on earlier in the dream, but all of a sudden everything went black again. At first I was scared because of the other times, but then I quickly realized it was different. A glowing emerald green and gold symbol/ sign popped up right in front of my face and I woke with a start and sat straight up again. It had a warning feeling to it and my Self knew what it ment, but I wasn’t frightened. I knew the symbol represented something that could be dangerous and needed to be respected, but I wasn’t scared of it. It was very intricate and looked almost like a type of Celtic knot. I still have no clue what it ment, but the feeling I got from it was that it was a type of reminder. Maybe from a past life or something.

Anyone else have anything like those happen to them?


Hey Cerridwen,

The pathway you have gone down, I have had a similar history of hardly any dreams, just a few like yourself, and one of them would repeat itself - I remember having this same dream from before I was 10 years old and until my early 30s. I was a bird, taking off from London and flying over what I thought was the channel, past Holland and then upwards to this place called Scandinavia. At the time, I had no concept of Scandinavia, but here I was as this bird, flying around a coast line and criss-crossing over the inland, looking for something but not knowing what to look for. It surprises me still to this day that I have ended up living in Sweden. Somehow, life led me here and it was never an intended part of my perceived future. My relationship with birds suddenly deepened after my first visit here as well, I had the most extraordinary experience with a pigeon, and that old recurring dream just came flooding back.

The reference to you falling back into the body with a jolt, that is good one, eh? Those have slowed for me lately but the experience of my body going into a paralyzed state have not. Do you experience this? Usually happens before going to sleep, I am still awake and my body is taken over, combined with a feeling of being pulled away. For a long time I was very scared of this, and especially when a man´s voice, many years ago now, first sounded in my ear one morning, and said my name. I woke with a massive intake of breath, and it jolted me out of this paralyzed state. Another time, in London in the early 1980s, I heard what sounded like a mass being held, but it was a dark mass, it did not feel good, it felt evil. I tried to make a sound out of my mouth (a scream) but because of the paralysis, nothing was coming out. In that experience, I was aware also of hundreds of candles burning. As the experience faded, my flatmate at the time, knocked on my door, because she thought I should know that John Lennon had just died.

I packed these experiences away for quite a few years, I never told anyone, except my father but he would often close down himself over the years when I wanted to talk more. He had told me of his own conscious experiments with astral travel, when I first reported my paralysis experiences. But a very disconcerting thing happened in our family home one night, and it spooked us, him more than me. It was like a wall went up overnight, all talk about such things became embargoed. So any subsequent experiences, I told no one, I tried to dismiss them. Actually, it was not until I started having children, that I started pushing the envelope again.

And what a trip it still is :)

[songsfortheotherkind]

This is an excerpt of something that I wrote to another in a PM this morning.

It's interesting that you mention anger- I've been SO angry that it's taking all of my energy not to just spill it everywhere. Every minor irritation seems like a tsunami of stupidity and affront, I'm constantly battling what seems to be- huh, sudden thought about weird connection: I woke up with a start this morning out of a nightmare involving a battle between a lot of characters from various comic and film hero concepts- John McAvoy's Charles Xavier was there, as was Michael Gambon but not as Dumbledore- and a whole heap of others, battling aliens on a oil rig. They were getting their arses handed to them, Xavier's mind was utterly destroyed and Gambon was disintegrated, and the rest were scattered or died trying to escape by jumping off the side into a huge sea. The aliens were impassive, utterly remote and completely disinterested, focused on their own agenda and purpose and acting decisively and without second thought- or even a first thought- towards those who were bringing a fight to their door.

There are so many layers in this for me to explore- one of the things that is coming up for me is that there was no extension of sui generis on the part of the aliens- and you know I don't normally use that word, these were powerful low vibration Beings, in terms of those that were fighting against them, and there was definitely something of the cold 'alien' idea that humans manufacture towards the idea of anything Other. The lack of sui generis, now that I look at it, was really telling and I know that my own rage lacks this as well, while being very true of how my insides rail against monstrous stupidity and ignorance.

Monsters- that's what those aliens were. Monsters, true monsters.

There's something monstrous stirring, and something monstrous in me wishes to respond, and my sui generis knows there's no power in that way, that my path is taking a different direction from the monsters and the monstrous. I remember now that for me the rage is a tool of dramatic transformation, the fuel that I use to craft major life hacks and shifts: the trick has been in learning to hold my Self in integrity in that space of chaotic and enormous energy that in its own Self is neutral; the shift into monstrosity comes from my own energy and what I feed into the force, exactly like Obi-Wan said. The force its Self is neutral, it simply reveals what is inside us because sometimes what we have contained is so powerful, of such true Creator energy, that only a force equally powerful can be a sufficient mirror. Sometimes our baptisms into our true Self and power come in the form of perfect storms within... and I'm writing this for my Self, not to suggest that I have any insight into the nature of your own perfect storm, because you are a unique Being and I haven't learned that language in you, what these things are to you.

That is so relevant to me, so right, that I'm going to repost some of this in the Pub.

I am so glad this came up, it's cascading so much awareness for me now.

[songsfortheotherkind]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qS-7EPDR-PY&feature=related

Heh, a heads up to a major aspect of my true nature... *wicked gleam*


.... and to remind my Self what a willing sucker I am for other Pied Pipers...

*laughing huskily*

[songsfortheotherkind]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ejRal5xFWA4

It's something that so many forget, yet I know it absolutely and anger doesn't bother me at all when it's in the hands of one who knows how to wield and use it. It's a force for change and I love it when it comes up to assist me- anger wielded well transforms, anger used in ignorance is just splat factor. I love being around those who absolutely know the difference, who aren't afraid of their own or anyone else's anger, because I can drop the constraints and be my Self in every moment...

[another bob]

It's something that so many forget, yet I know it absolutely and anger doesn't bother me at all when it's in the hands of one who knows how to wield and use it. It's a force for change and I love it when it comes up to assist me- anger wielded well transforms, anger used in ignorance is just splat factor. I love being around those who absolutely know the difference, who aren't afraid of their own or anyone else's anger, because I can drop the constraints and be my Self in every moment...


Self-arising wisdom is the base.
The five negative emotions are manifested energy.
Seeing emotions as mistaken is an error.
Letting them be in their nature is the method
To find the non-dual state of Liberation.
Overcoming hope and fear is the result.

From Wonders of the Natural Mind by Tenzin Wangyal Rinpoche

[songsfortheotherkind]

I've been getting an increase in an phenomenon I've been experiencing for quite a number of years now. It used to happen every now and again, but now it's happening with increasing regularity, to the point where its so strong that I'm experiencing it as being electrocuted.

What happens is a faint buzzing in my body that also is audible in my head that sounds like it's coming from a far distance. It rapidly approaches, with an increase in pressure and sensation in the centre of my brain and ends with a loud electrical sound exploding in my brain and sending a jolt through my brain and down my spine that lately is making me spasm and leaving me momentarily shaken and dazed. I get other things at times but this one is the one that has really gotten my attention, apart from the f*cking annoying ringing in my ears. I just don't want to eat anything but chia seed smoothies. I don't want to sleep much. I am restless, so restless, I feel like I'm coalescing around my Self more all the time, making my Self clearer, even if it feels a little

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at times. I'm really unsure what this being electrocuted is about, however: I've failed to notice my X-men powers coming on line, but perhaps I'm looking in the wrong direction.

[songsfortheotherkind]

It's something that so many forget, yet I know it absolutely and anger doesn't bother me at all when it's in the hands of one who knows how to wield and use it. It's a force for change and I love it when it comes up to assist me- anger wielded well transforms, anger used in ignorance is just splat factor. I love being around those who absolutely know the difference, who aren't afraid of their own or anyone else's anger, because I can drop the constraints and be my Self in every moment...


Self-arising wisdom is the base.
The five negative emotions are manifested energy.
Seeing emotions as mistaken is an error.
Letting them be in their nature is the method
To find the non-dual state of Liberation.
Overcoming hope and fear is the result.

From Wonders of the Natural Mind by Tenzin Wangyal Rinpoche

*arms wide, head tilted back dance of delight*

Yes, yes, this is what I am dancing to- I cannot ever be that thing others describe as a 'light worker' because I don't just love the 'light'- the Light that I carry and love contains all the spectrum with no judgement and load; just because something is there does not mean it has to be expressed, yet it can be held in the space. I am lust and love and lascivious decadence, virginal maiden and spreadeagled abandon, chastity and hesitancy, ferocious independence and intertwining energy, and all the nuances in between, all in the one moment and this is the way I like it, exactly the multiverse that I open my Self to and carry within me. I have come to see that there is nothing that cannot be embraced if it is done with no load, no agenda, no thought that it must be acted upon, just simply held and understood to be one of the options of infinite option- without judgement anything can be held in the space, it's when things are loaded that the Kali moves into the space, bringing the lesson of the futility and outcome of constriction.

I am Kali and I am Kuan Yin and I am the borderlands between the two poles, all together, in love with one another and everything else...

[songsfortheotherkind]

it all gets a little like this sometimes...


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[another bob]

I've been getting an increase in an phenomenon I've been experiencing for quite a number of years now. It used to happen every now and again, but now it's happening with increasing regularity, to the point where its so strong that I'm experiencing it as being electrocuted.

Sounds like one of the classic kundalini symptoms. It can be tricky, so if you are near anyone who is an experienced guide in such matters, it might be helpful to check in with them. There is a lot of info online, but much of it is distorted. If you are not too familiar, see

http://gopikrishna.us/

:yo:

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Yes, yes, this is what I am dancing to- I cannot ever be that thing others describe as a 'light worker' because I don't just love the 'light'- the Light that I carry and love contains all the spectrum with no judgement and load; just because something is there does not mean it has to be expressed, yet it can be held in the space. I am lust and love and lascivious decadence, virginal maiden and spreadeagled abandon, chastity and hesitancy, ferocious independence and intertwining energy, and all the nuances in between, all in the one moment and this is the way I like it, exactly the multiverse that I open my Self to and carry within me. I have come to see that there is nothing that cannot be embraced if it is done with no load, no agenda, no thought that it must be acted upon, just simply held and understood to be one of the options of infinite option- without judgement anything can be held in the space, it's when things are loaded that the Kali moves into the space, bringing the lesson of the futility and outcome of constriction.

I am Kali and I am Kuan Yin and I am the borderlands between the two poles, all together, in love with one another and everything else...

Wonderful!

You never cease to amaze with your comments!

:yo:

[Alekahn]

Serious? This...is serious.

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[songsfortheotherkind]

Serious? This...is serious.

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*hears the ghosts of distant drums*

yes, but they had a reason to look like that... and all I can see is pain and loss...

[Alekahn]

I do have to echo what another bob just said Songs. Your authentic
posts/threads, your brutal honesty...it is an honor to read and feel your story.
Much respect to you sister warrior.

Perhaps we all here are in a state of becoming
a pied piper for no one else but our higher self.
I hear a call in the wind.

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[songsfortheotherkind]

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Wonderful!

You never cease to amaze with your comments!

:yo:

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[davyj0nes]

woa, huge tatas alert!
:p

[Borden]

I leave for five minutes and what's the last thing in the thread when I come back? Big breasts. Excellent. Well, there are worse subjects, I will concede that point.

[Endity]

They give life to my children!!! HIP HIP HOOOOOORAY FOR BEWBIES!!!!

[Alekahn]

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[songsfortheotherkind]

woa, huge tatas alert!
:p

pfffffffft, not huge- luscious....

[Borden]

How's my little Otherkind? I had a dream you dreamed of me.

[songsfortheotherkind]

woa! :p

I'm curious, you seem to be very keen on Pan. Can I ask why? He watches everyone I come into contact with and I'm wondering, are you wanting something? The Cubus kind have particular interest in certain energies and we're a lot more discriminating and forthright than is generally considered.

Are you wanting an introduction?

[songsfortheotherkind]

How's my little Otherkind? I had a dream you dreamed of me.

Now we just need to synchronise the dreamspaces...

[Cerridwen]

woa, huge tatas alert!
:p

I just got back from the renaissance faire. Nothing but breasts spilling out everywhere. It was lots of fun.;)

[songsfortheotherkind]

They give life to my children!!! HIP HIP HOOOOOORAY FOR BEWBIES!!!!

While in the past I have appreciated this function with them, I really prefer when they belong just to me and I can share them when and with whom I like- or not.

*grinning*

[Endity]

Bestow my heart song.

[songsfortheotherkind]

woa, huge tatas alert!
:p

I just got back from the renaissance faire. Nothing but breasts spilling out everywhere. It was lots of fun.;)

If ever I needed motivation to get me to a faire, that's it right there. Consider me extremely motivated although I think my costumes might not be so breast oriented...

http://img.ibtimes.com/www/data/images/full/2012/02/15/232907-irans-female-ninjutsu-warriors-women-throw-hijab-to-become-ninja-assas.jpg

(and here, for those that are interested, is an article on the existence of Iran's approximately 3000 female ninjitsu warriors- http://www.ibtimes.com/articles/298871/20120215/iran-female-ninjutsu-warriors-women-ninja-hijab.htm )

http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C94qxNbXgTY/T0AWAvV7GeI/AAAAAAAAAW0/7FAom5BHEZg/s1600/OlgaKurylenko.jpg

so in future if you see a short little pointy eared creature with horns and two swords strapped to her back hitting on buxom wenches, you'll know who it is. :D Hurrah!

[Endity]

Lol call me naieve but is that top picture of you really you? If so DAYUUUUUMMMMMMMMMM beware the fury of this one :>

I am already facepalming my comment here.

[Calz]

http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C94qxNbXgTY/T0AWAvV7GeI/AAAAAAAAAW0/7FAom5BHEZg/s1600/OlgaKurylenko.jpg

so in future if you see a short little pointy eared creature with horns and two swords strapped to her back hitting on buxom wenches, you'll know who it is. :D Hurrah!


as if there was ever any doubt :fencing:


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[songsfortheotherkind]

and now, something to set the mood...


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YOlI5Qiq-9g

[Calz]

Finally got caught up on reading the last few days of posting ... whew.

Songsie has been on a roll.

Must have dumped all her sleep on me cuz that was all I felt like doing on my days off (which, when trying to switch to opposite sleep hours is painfully frequent).

Interesting sharing about the Nanoo Nyukee


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[Borden]

I know it's a spoof ... I know I love you ... but ... that ... that ... is James Blunt's face.

Please ... never ... EVER post his voice. Please.

Rudeness alert

HxWCAJS7Co8

[songsfortheotherkind]

I know it's a spoof ... I know I love you ... but ... that ... that ... is James Blunt's face.

Please ... never ... EVER post his voice. Please.

Rudeness alert

HxWCAJS7Co8


"can I take the frickin' hat off now?"
eh heheheheheheheheh

[songsfortheotherkind]

as if there was ever any doubt :fencing:


You know, I went to a lot of trouble finding non-titsnarse male wank fantasy pictures for *my* post. Of course, you, unafraid to boldly go where all heterosexual men have gone before- or would like to go if they could-took the bull by the horns- or took *something* by the horn, and charged ahead proudly.

And you did this knowing I'm sitting here with a lightsabre strapped to my thigh. And yes, Calz, it *is* a lightsabre, NOT what you've been thinking it is.

You're so lucky that I love your grinning chutzpah. *laughing* I'm going to take another nice photo of my cleavage and post it, just for you. :P

[another bob]

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[songsfortheotherkind]

Lol call me naieve but is that top picture of you really you? If so DAYUUUUUMMMMMMMMMM beware the fury of this one :>

I am already facepalming my comment here.

I can assure you that I am not Iranian. :D

[Calz]

as if there was ever any doubt :fencing:


You know, I went to a lot of trouble finding non-titsnarse male wank fantasy pictures for *my* post. Of course, you, unafraid to boldly go where all heterosexual men have gone before- or would like to go if they could-took the bull by the horns- or took *something* by the horn, and charged ahead proudly.

Had to make up for lost time ... don't wancha to forget about me.


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Better???




And you did this knowing I'm sitting here with a lightsabre strapped to my thigh. And yes, Calz, it *is* a lightsabre, NOT what you've been thinking it is.

You're so lucky that I love your grinning chutzpah. *laughing* I'm going to take another nice photo of my cleavage and post it, just for you. :P

Yummy ... bring it. :hungry:


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[Rogerc]

Hot damn - I've found a thread I can relate to.

But .....I've got around 156 more single malts to savour before either I or my liver attain enlightenment.

The hell with Guiness my soul craves a spirit. (Arrrgh)

Good patron where resides thy drink list

[Calz]

Hot damn - I've found a thread I can relate to.

But .....I've got around 156 more single malts to savour before either I or my liver attain enlightenment.

The hell with Guiness my soul craves a spirit. (Arrrgh)

Good patron where resides thy drink list


Welcome to the Pub and :welcome: to Avalon :wave:

Belly [dance] up to the bar and have one on me [you'll understand if truly possessed enough to go back through the whole thread :shocked: ]


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Only 155 to go ... and we won't break into song (that would just piss her off) about how many are left on the wall ... :smokin:


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[Debra]

I've been getting an increase in an phenomenon I've been experiencing for quite a number of years now ...

What happens is a faint buzzing in my body that also is audible in my head that sounds like it's coming from a far distance. It rapidly approaches, with an increase in pressure and sensation in the centre of my brain and ends with a loud electrical sound exploding in my brain and sending a jolt through my brain and down my spine that lately is making me spasm and leaving me momentarily shaken and dazed. I get other things at times but this one is the one that has really gotten my attention, apart from the f*cking annoying ringing in my ears. I just don't want to eat anything but chia seed smoothies. I don't want to sleep much. I am restless, so restless, I feel like I'm coalescing around my Self more all the time, making my Self clearer, even if it feels a little

at times. I'm really unsure what this being electrocuted is about, however: I've failed to notice my X-men powers coming on line, but perhaps I'm looking in the wrong direction.


What an amazing description.

I don´t look forward to this spell of waking up LOL The one giant jolt I experienced similar to this - was like a brick being dragged inside my head and slammed from one ear to the other. That was the one that woke me up ;)

And you talk of multiple episodes!??

Hells bells Songs, you are warrior. Tho I´m glad to hear that you are taking some good smoothies there to take the edge off these experiences.

I hope you are taking some gentle time out as well, where you can find it *blowing you dreamy fairy dust from the patrol of the care bears*

[songsfortheotherkind]

Yummy ... bring it. :hungry:



lol, the amount of pics of your Self that you post as a demanding baby...

[Calz]

Yummy ... bring it. :hungry:




lol, the amount of pics of your Self that you post as a demanding baby ...



Truly troubled I am ...


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[songsfortheotherkind]

What an amazing description.

I don´t look forward to this spell of waking up LOL The one giant jolt I experienced similar to this - was like a brick being dragged inside my head and slammed from one ear to the other. That was the one that woke me up ;)

And you talk of multiple episodes!??

Hells bells Songs, you are warrior. Tho I´m glad to hear that you are taking some good smoothies there to take the edge off these experiences.

I hope you are taking some gentle time out as well, where you can find it *blowing you dreamy fairy dust from the patrol of the care bears*

I don't think it's like this for everyone- I have no idea what expression I'm being trained up for, I just know I've been hitting new expressions all my life. Currently they're happening more and more frequently, these intensities of expression, on every level imaginable, *and* I'm still asking for more- different stuff, not these shock ones- because I don't think I'm near my physical threshold and I want to see what's on the other side.

Does that make me a warrior? *laughs* In the minds of some, it makes me certifiable, or at least a wild enough card as to be untrustworthy. *dark eyes glinting momentarily* That song by Kerli kind of describes me in part, that's for sure. I don't know about me being a warrior though, truly- I know I'm bloody minded about pain and my own evolution, I have been in fights where the individual hitting me has been pleading for me to stay down and I just would not do it- in the end that scared them more than anything else I was doing and they backed off. I know what I want- I want to EVOLVE and I'm determined to expand into whatever I need to in order to do that, whether it be in relationship with an Anun fallen, or in being pushed to the edge physically- which has been the big one of this past year, the relentless panic attacks and adrenaline overloads pushing me to lose my Self in physical fear- or simply having Worlds of Strange happening around me. I have a grinning gargoyle entering open windows and watching my kundalini rising with great interest (because I actually *taste* like a succubus these days, after being near comatose for so long), but part of me keeps saying 'it's not enough, it's not enough, give me something *really* fun and joyous and tangible, help me make the jump, you know I'm up for it'. I'm so there, so there, it's like being on the brink of orgasm without being able to tip over the edge, which is fine for a while but unfun if it goes on for decades.

See, here in my left hand is my superfood chia and raspberry smoothie, full of amazingly good and awesome things that are wonderful for my body. *slurp* And here in my right hand is a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, for smashing my brain out with slice of lemon wrapped around a large gold brick. *slurp*

*continues conversation from a crumpled heap on the floor, still holding a drink in each hand*

Bugger, looks like I'm going to need two straws.

I'm not brave, I just don't know how to quit. I feel terror and fear all the time, I feel inadequate and stupid, I feel clumsy and ugly and irrelevant and all the other things that the virus tries to use to make me stay down, I just have learned to keep getting back on my feet no matter what it's doing to me; I've learned to open my arms and embrace all the things it says I am because I know somewhere in me I believe they're true so I don't argue with it- I just don't need to do anything with those things, you see? It says 'you are nothing' and I just laugh and say 'yeah, I know, so?'

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and it tells me I should just quit and I laugh and point out why would I do anything that it wants me to do? It slides and morphs and hisses at me and I open my Self wider, embrace it all, admit there's a part of me that hates me, that loathes me so much I have dysmorphia to the extent that I don't actually know what I look like, that says I'm evil and deluded and everything else, and I laugh now and shrug my shoulders- "and? I've heard all this before, we both know it's true, and-? Nothing more? Oh, ok, I'll go back to doing the thing I was doing before".

Having dysmorphia means I can forgo the hassle of posting actual pics of my Self and just describe the inner me through a montage of other images- which is frustrating sometimes because I keep looking for images of women that look real, that you know can bleed and get grotty and disgusting, can break and be hell on a stick, be heaven and divine and stay in integrity in every moment. I don't want to depict my Self as some f*ucking wet dream with boobs that eternally defy gravity and hips that always stay boyishly thin no matter how many kids I have- I've carried nine children, and birthed seven, my body is incredibly strong *and* I definitely have hips. I want images of women with scars and who are grinning regardless.

Do these things genuinely make me a warrior? I really don't know. I know that I've always been the one to go ahead and make the trail, striking out into the unknown territory and find the best way through: up until the Pub I've always been alone. It's different having a sense of being a part of something.

*grins up at you from the floor*

Thank you for the care bear dust, it feels rather tickly, and what would be really awesome is if you would be so kind as to get me another one of each of these drinks? I could get up and do it, but it would seem I can't be arsed. :D

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I don't think I'm near my physical threshold and I want to see what's on the other side ...

*continues conversation from a crumpled heap on the floor, still holding a drink in each hand*

Bugger, looks like I'm going to need two straws ..

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*grins up at you from the floor*

I could get up and do it, but it would seem I can't be arsed. :D


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[Calz]

I don't think it's like this for everyone- I have no idea what expression I'm being trained up for, I just know I've been hitting new expressions all my life. Currently they're happening more and more frequently, these intensities of expression, on every level imaginable, *and* I'm still asking for more- different stuff, not these shock ones- because I don't think I'm near my physical threshold and I want to see what's on the other side.




Here we have yet another in a recent series of outstanding posts from Songs. Meaningful, thought provoking, from the heart, intense ... the kind of a post that could actually be a life changer for someone. Something that kings and queens have paid their ransoms for.

So what's it all about???

There have been some hushed whispers among the Patrons :gossip:

Could our beloved hostess be falling victim to the virus??? :fear:

Some sort of madness setting in??? :wacko:

Patrons have parted with too much gold-plated latinum to travel across the Universe only to come face to face with a thread going dramatically ...


*** OFF TOPIC ***


:scared::offtopic::scared:


What to do ... what to do???

I must hold council immediately with Chinaski ... the Master of Mastering Thread Mastery. Surely he will know what to do.

Perhaps a few of his quotable quips will snap poor Songsie out of it.

We have lost our way ... fallen from our path.

We must find a way to get back to our roots or we will have a riot at the Pub.


:fans: *** DRUNKEN DEBAUCHERY *** :fans:



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