Welcome to The Pub At the End of the Universe.

[Borden]

Thank you, Calz. It's surprisingly awkward though. Also, reading it back, it just sounds like more subjective experience that makes it harder for people to do it their own way. It was precisely this problem that stymied my attempts for so long. Other people's experience. What did I say about me being an idiot?

The real 'secret' is that there is no secret. When you do astral project, if you choose to, you'll find that it's something utterly familiar in a strange kind of way. It's your thing ... no-one else's. I've found this with every experience I've ever had and continue to have involving the esoteric, the etheric, the paranormal. It's all very familiar. When it happens, there's always a sense of, "Oh ... it's that." Trying to place ourselves in arcane, alien places that someone is telling us they know and we don't is what stops us from experiencing our reality of those things. What happens then is that you're trying to access something that isn't real to you and it doesn't work. What's real to you can be limitless, but it's got to be your version.

What I really want to do is just present some of the stuff I know in a totally accessible way ... and I want others to present stuff for me the same, so I can learn from them. I really mean it about pooling our resources and blowing away the pompous, mysterious language surrounding such matters that I'm so glad we in the pub don't do. This is a pub. It's not a swanky club full of elitists who pompously hoard knowledge. We may like to be clever sometimes, and funny, and all the rest of it ... but that's part of the fun too. I love this place and the people who frequent it.

[Calz]

Thank you, Calz. It's surprisingly awkward though. Also, reading it back, it just sounds like more subjective experience that makes it harder for people to do it their own way. It was precisely this problem that stymied my attempts for so long. Other people's experience. What did I say about me being an idiot?

The real 'secret' is that there is no secret. When you do astral project, if you choose to, you'll find that it's something utterly familiar in a strange kind of way. It's your thing ... no-one else's. I've found this with every experience I've ever had and continue to have involving the esoteric, the etheric, the paranormal. It's all very familiar. When it happens, there's always a sense of, "Oh ... it's that." Trying to place ourselves in arcane, alien places that someone is telling us they know and we don't is what stops us from experiencing our reality of those things. What happens then is that you're trying to access something that isn't real to you and it doesn't work. What's real to you can be limitless, but it's got to be your version.

What I really want to do is just present some of the stuff I know in a totally accessible way ... and I want others to present stuff for me the same, so I can learn from them. I really mean it about pooling our resources and blowing away the pompous, mysterious language surrounding such matters that I'm so glad we in the pub don't do. This is a pub. It's not a swanky club full of elitists who pompously hoard knowledge. We may like to be clever sometimes, and funny, and all the rest of it ... but that's part of the fun too. I love this place and the people who frequent it.

I have read all Robert Monroe's books (twice) as well as several other authors but it is great to get to hear the experience(s) from a more personal perscpective as well as also being able to interact.

No time to expand right now but I do certainly appreciate your effort to share (as well as others of course).

:thank_you2:

[songsfortheotherkind]

Wow :clap2:

Thanks to both Songsie and Borden for giving us so much to chew on :hungry:

[what was that about the Pub being a fluff thread again??? :shocked: ]

:)



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It mystifies me, all this talk about fluff...

[songsfortheotherkind]

I also want to say something about Songsy. I know that I can touch people energetically, and that I can see people energetically. I know that I can make my presence felt to individuals energetically. I'd never known anyone who could read that so clearly in me and without confusion as to what was happening. Or, who can touch back.

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[Debra]

Thank you Songs. Thank you Borden. I am grooving on these posts.

Right now, I need a break from the machine.

But I will be back ...
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[Borden]

Really, that symbology is very disturbing.
It shows aggression, fear and an unbalanced persona - or 'sui generic' if you prefer.
I'm out of here.
hope you find peace.

Roger, that's not who or what she is. She was making a different point with those pictures, a hurt point.

If you heard her speak you'd understand. She's nothing like as scary as me. Gaze upon my avatar and tremble at that stripy jumper and those dimples.

Religion has done a hatchet job on her kind and mine since forever (two very different kinds, by the way). There's nothing evil about her. Or aggressive.

By the way, I loved your story. An interesting experience, to be sure.

[Calz]

She's nothing like as scary as me. Gaze upon my avatar and tremble at that stripy jumper and those dimples.



Damn straight on that one Borden.

When you had your Neo look going one I kept my lightsabre firmly in grasp and my trigger finger itchy. :neo:

The striped jumper dimples scare the bejezus out of me because I cannot defend myself any more ...

:scared:


Anyhoo ... home now with a bit of time to elaborate on the astral stuff.


What had peeked my curiousity and tripped my trigger was not the 1st hand experience or "how to" which is covered by so many in various fashions. It was the 2nd hand experience you alluded to where you suggested interaction with someone else *without* their conscious awareness.

Your mentioning of the exchange between yourself and Songsie is also quite interesting.

BTW - I was always ***quite*** relaxed and not pressing or having any expectations when trying to go astral (or even go into trance for that matter). The Monroe cd set has guided instructions whereas a competitor simply had the beats with typical relaxation sounds (rain, ocean etc). I enjoy both but never got even close enough to hear the loud sound(s) so many (yourself included) experience.

As far as lucid dreams ... I have had only one with complete lucidity (a few others marginal). Rather embarressing story on that but since I already have my sleeves rolled up and it is a story that "belongs" in the Pub I will go ahead and share it. In a moment of total clarity I knew absolutely for sure I was dreaming and got very excited and thought to myself "now I can do anything I have ever wanted to do". Something really naughty of a ... errr ... ummm ... "naugthy nature" came immediately to mind and ***WHAMMO*** I was shoved back into waking consciousness.

:bolt:

All I'll say so you can use your imaginations and have fun with that one at my expense. :haha:

[Borden]

Calz,

In my experience, sexual stuff is just not the same language as out of body stuff. I recognize that certain signals of sexuality go deeper than friction and nerve endings ... but if it was very physical orientated I can see why you slammed straight back into your body. I know you have an earthy nature, you naughty Smurf ... but you also have an etheric nature, which has nothing to do with all of that. You have a mind in your heart. I've seen it actually. It's all good. No matter what you may occasionally think about yourself.

Christ on a bidet, that sounded pompous.

Do you know that sleep deprivation feeling? Given the horrible hours you sometimes work I'm sure you do. When that happens you lose the signal of the virus. It's not the healthiest way to do it, I admit, but I'm not Dr. Strange yet. You also lose the signal of your body to an extent. I am, I think, less sexually motivated than you. My first thought in such a lucid dream scenario is to fly, to bend matter to my will, to rip away veils. I also have second thoughts ... which may include Jennifer Connelly. She's married though. To a Brit. I have my code.

I'm going to muster my coherence and write something about how to get to the space, rather than then how to engage it. Please bear with me.

And please bare with me. Which you're already doing. I like that. This is what it's all really about.

[Mike]

great stuff, Borden. keep it comin. you're not waffling at all.

i absolutely do wanna learn the astral projection techniques, but i'm just as fascinated with your personal experiences (and everyone elses!) i think it's a good build up to the actual lesson, anyhow. i know i could 'google' it or read a book, but it's like Calz said, it's much more interesting coming from someone you know and are familiar with.

i thought about this a little deeper yesterday, and i s'pose i really haven't been at this *aggressively* for 15 years. it would be more accurate to say i've been dabbling on and off for 15 years. if i'm being totally honest with myself, the commitment hasn't really been there. i've been too impatient. and not diciplined enough.

"infinite patience produces immediate results." (i'd like to attribute that quote to somebody but i can't remember who said it. damn)

i think i'm finally ready to learn. i feel completely relaxed and patient. i don't care if it takes me 6 days or 6 months. or longer. my guard is down. i'm all in guys.


p.s. Roger, come on back you daft duck. all the pics here are slightly tongue in cheek -- even the "disturbing" ones. besides, it's not the pictures that matter, it's the message. i really like your energy and humor, and i know i'm not alone. come on back.

[Curt]

With respect to dreaming/ dream-state/Lucidity while dreaming, I have an experience I'd like to share from childhood.

It is something I've shared before in Sirayah's excellent dream thread, but since it seems to relate to some of what Borden and Songsy have discussed, it may also have some relevance for Calz, or others. Not sure.

In my dreams I have certainly been attacked, and often in these cases I am able to become lucid.

Without these attacks, I might never have developed the skill. So, the attacks have left me with the ability, quite often, to become conscious while I should be asleep--which perhaps offers a parallel benefit in my waking life as well.

As a kid I had what I would call a recurring 'prelude to a nightmare', a sort of pre-nightmare which was itself a nightmare. I'll describe this first: I was in my grandmother's house, alone--my field of vision was a thick, murky red. I could hear my heart beating.

I was floating head-first, about three feet or so off the ground. As though I were on a track, and with no control over my direction, I was pulled slowly through the house--very slowly, almost to the rhythm of the beat of my heart.

I started out in the front entryway of the house, and was pulled through the open french doors, into the living room, then turned a corner into the dining room, floated over the dining room table, then into my grandmother's room, There my field of vision switched from murky red to cool and dark for a moment. I couldn't really see anything, but I had an even greater sense of foreboding. Then I turned a hard left, still floating, still without any power to control where I was going--and I was pushed into the bathroom which was black, and then dropped.

The Ceiling light came on and blared.

It blazed an oppressive yellow light down on top of me--which pressed me physically to the ground. It got brighter and brighter and I was aware that it was conscious.

Its light had a physical quality in that it actually pressed me down into the cold floor. I struggled against it. I became angry even through my fear. I became indignant and began to swear at it. (I was maybe 5 or 6 years old, both me the dreamer, and the me 'avatar' in the dream. I never swore in my waking life. Never. Only in this dream.)

The light would get brighter and more oppressive and as it blazed it created in my ears a horrible crescendo of yellow light and pressure and noise-- like a brass instrument being blown to the point where the note 'splats' and breaks apart. Only it was also like strings--high-pitched. It was nausea-inducing, anxiety-producing.

As the light blazed and got brighter and had ever more force, I protested and screamed and swore more. As it all reached some kind of peak of intensity, my field of vision would fade into bright yellow light and the dream would trail off and end. Then my nightmare would begin.

In the nightmare, I was dressed for school--in a shirt and tie. It was bright, warm, somewhat humid, spring-like.

I was walking, alone, down the sidewalk toward my school. Except there was nobody around. There were no kids out in front of the school. There was no noise. There were no cars or people outside.

The dreamscape was otherwise realistic--the school looked as it should. The street looked as it should, etc. As I reached the front of my school building on my right (A Catholic school which was also a church) I was forced or propelled by something--to cross the street away from my school--to the left.

I didn't want to, but my legs carried me there. I had no choice. As I got to the other side of the street, the dreamscape was no longer accurate. Instead of the house which was supposed to be there in reality, there were bushes and trees and a sort of little wilderness, just right off the sidewalk. It was dense, but there was a clearing and I walked into this area. I walked a few paces and there was a marble cave--bright, cold-looking.

As I approached it I could see that a staircase wound downward and to the right. The front of the entrance was covered in ivy, and vines.

I walked down into the thing--able in the dream to feel a kind of grit underneath my feet--like the marble was covered in something like dirt or sand. So, it felt very real. I walked down the stairs which wound down to the right and ended up in a large bright, totally marble room--it wasn't cave-like at all. It was a perfectly shaped large room.

In it were about a dozen or so pasty white mannequins, naked and genderless--all frozen in various action poses. I walked in among them and was scared. I had been curious until this point, and somewhat scared. But now, looking at these faceless, mannequins in running positions and various action poses, I was terrified.

I recall what terrified me most was that they didn't have faces. Then they sprang to life. They all rushed toward me in jerky but swift movements and grabbed me and tickled me and slapped me. I couldn't see who these 'things' were. They had no faces, no eyes-just pasty white faces and colorless bodies. This would happen for a minute and I would try to break free and run away. I couldn't. Then the dream would end.

I had this dream many many times when I was 5 or 6. It was almost always the same dream--with slight variations.

But here's the thing. After a while I got wise to how things worked. As I was walking toward school in my dream I would know what was coming. I would know that these things were waiting for me and I would struggle. I would try to stop my feet from carrying me down the steps. When I saw the school I would remember what was happening and identify that I was having a nightmare.

I knew I was dreaming, but I didn't yet realize that I could break the dream apart and have control over it. I hadn't learned that yet. (Surely there's some analog here for waking life So, each time I had the dream, I became a little more afraid because I was aware quicker what was coming. Sometimes I could shake myself awake and cheat the nightmare. I would wake up and feel relieved it didn't happen again.

But as I became aware quicker and quicker, I began to recognize while I was in my 'prelude nightmare'--the one in my grandmother's house. It got to the point where as soon as I saw the red field of vision and heard the heartbeat and felt myself floating, I would, in my dream body, shake and squirm and thrash to try to get my physical body to wake up.

I knew very soon after the pre-nightmare had begun that it was happening again--and that I was dreaming--and that I could end it by waking up. So, these experiences became the foundation for my being able, I think, to realize I was dreaming. eventually, 7 times out of ten maybe I could cheat the nightmare by shaking myself awake.

Sometimes I couldn't. I'd have to go through the whole sequence--the house, the bathroom light, then the marble room with the mannequins-- but increasingly, I kept getting better at waking up.

Then an interesting thing happened. I went through the whole dream-cycle--the house, the marble room, etc. Except that as I was fighting against the mannequins stronger than before all of the sudden another character popped into my dream. Right next to the mannequins. It was a goofy old man in a lab coat with a bald head with tufts of wild hair sticking out the sides, glasses and a long nose. He produced a blue bulb (those things mothers used to have to suck snot out their babies' noses).

The scientists character ran around after the mannequins chuckling very good-naturedly and squeezed the blue bulb at them and out came baby-powder--some sort of powder and it caused them to disappear as they came into contact with it.

Soon they were all gone. He laughed and we looked at each other and then the dream ended. Then I was in a subway station in what (for some reason; I have no idea why) I knew to be Paris. I was by myself. Nobody else around. I was an adult. I was looking at an empty track. Then the dream ended. I never had another dream about the mannequins or the light again.

And dreams/nightmares that I had after that where I was being chased or scared, I could fly away. I could turn a wild animal chasing me into something else. I could recognize (to varying degrees) that I was dreaming--and could control the dreams.

So I'm thankful for these horrible nightmares. I think they will have played a more profound role in my life than I currently understand....

[jackovesk]

I 'Stopped' posting here for a reason...:yes4:

Come to think about it I have 'NEVER' held back so why start now...:nono:

I have always taken pride in what I had to offer both our Members & Guests alike and totally understand why this 'Forum' is, I hate to say it it, becoming 'Obselete'..!

Our diminishing guests deserve better IMHO...:yes4:

I would like nothing more for (ALL) of you to 'ATTACK' me for my observation, that would make the 'Decision'... I made on the 15th April, 2012 a hell of a lot easier...:)

I've popped in from time to time time to see what you are offering our 'Guests' by the way of 'Truth & Education' and I constantly see these type of 'Threads' are getting the most hits with our members and I ask myself only 2 Words 'WHY BOTHER'...???

Besides offering nothing to no-one except just 'Filling-In-Time' I just can't see the value in 'Threads' like these..!

Perhaps you should be better off investing your time & money in MSM Magazines & TV programs like In Touch Weekly, Life & Style Weekly, OK! People Magazine, People, Vougue, TMZ, Star, Entertainment Tonight, Us Weekly, Cosmopolitan, Women's Weekly, New Idea, or even better still starting your own BS :gossip: column ect, ect...:pound:

Please feel 'FREE' to 'Abuse' and 'Disagree' with me...:yes4:

For what its worth this is 'EXACTLY' the type of 'THREADS' that the 'PTW' would 'LOVE'..!

So again 'Feel Free' to 'Abuse & Disagree' with me, while I see this 'Forum' go down the gurgler like many before me have predicted you only have yourselves to blame for it..!

PS - Without mentioning any names, I really hope you get stuck into me for my honesty, because that will only reinforce my initial decision...:)

PSS - I will not be responding until I start seeing those of you who still believe in the real 'Truth' and 'Education' of those who may not have had as much exposure to what's really going on in this world..!

So Farewell and 'God Bless' you (ALL)...and I hope to participate again, some time soon...:)

[Mike]

I 'Stopped' posting here for a reason...:yes4:

Come to think about it I have 'NEVER' held back so why start now...:nono:

I have always taken pride in what I had to offer both our Members & Guests alike and totally understand why this 'Forum' is, I hate to say it it, becoming 'Obselete'..!

Our dimensioning guests deserve better IMHO...:yes4:

I would like nothing more for (ALL) of you to 'ATTACK' me for my observation, that would make the 'Decision'... I made on the 15th April, 2012 a hell of a lot easier...:)

I've popped in from time to time time to see what you are offering our 'Guests' by the way of 'Truth & Education' and I constantly see these type of 'Threads' are getting the most hits with our members and I ask myself only 2 Words 'WHY BOTHER'...???

Besides offering nothing to no-one except just 'Filling-In-Time' I just can't see the value in 'Threads' like these..!

Perhaps you should be better off investing your time & money in MSM Magazines & TV programs like In Touch Weekly, Life & Style Weekly, OK! People Magazine, People, Vougue, TMZ, Star, Entertainment Tonight, Us Weekly, Cosmopolitan, Women's Weekly, New Idea, or even better still starting your own BS :gossip: column ect, ect...:pound:

Please feel 'FREE' to 'Abuse' and 'Disagree' with me...:yes4:

For what its worth this is 'EXACTLY' the type of 'THREADS' that the 'PTW' would 'LOVE'..!

So again 'Feel Free' to 'Abuse & Disagree' with me, while I see this 'Forum' go down the gurgler like many before me have predicted you only have yourselves to blame for it..!

PS - Without mentioning any names, I really hope you get stuck into me for my honesty, because that will only reinforce my initial decision...:)

PSS - I will not be responding until I start seeing those of you who still believe in the real 'Truth' and 'Education' of those who may not have had as much exposure to what's really going on in this world..!

So Farewell and 'God Bless' you (ALL)...and I hope to participate again, some time soon...:)



i remember when i had my first beer...

[Mike]

Jack, i like you. i like your style. i like that people give you sh#t and you give people sh#t and that it ends there. if you ever start an 'i'm leaving Avalon' thread i'll know that the apocalypse is indeed upon us. you're a great member here, whether we agree or disagree

but with all due respect, this thread is just getting started, imho. i'm excited to see where it's going. check in with us from time to time and see if your opinion changes.

best,
Mike

[Borden]

Jack?

I have thanked every single post that has appeared in this pub. Yours is no exception. I have a sort of joke with Songsy that if I ever fail to thank a post, it will be a killing move. It's only a joke. The thing is, I know that not many people will have noticed or cared that I do this. I do this because I want to make everyone who posts here feel welcome, and if I can help that in my own way I will.

You, my friend, have clearly missed the point. You are addicted to fear porn, and until you see that then you have nothing to offer here. I say this with no judgment. I used to like fear porn too. Then I grew up. It gets you nowhere, Jack. It gets us nowhere. Until you understand what it is you're railing against then you truly have nothing to offer.

Pick yourself up from the floor of yourself and show me what you're afraid of. Or righteous about. Or angry at. Do you really want to argue that? I very much doubt it. I am looking at your signal and it is not that. If looks could kill, Jack ... but you have to focus. When you can do that - with your mind as well as your energetic intention, I'll treat you like a grown up. Until then you are noise. I deal with a lot of noise. It isn't difficult.

Don't try to be the turd in the punch bowl. It doesn't suit you. You have better powers than that, you just haven't located them yet. You think what we talk about here is masturbation. Do you know what I make of what you post about? I know that somewhere inside of yourself you're far bigger than that. If I can't see it right now it's not because it's not there. It's simply because I can't be bothered to look. I have a lot of beings demanding my attention. Raise your game. Then you can play with the big boys. And girls.

[songsfortheotherkind]

I 'Stopped' posting here for a reason...:yes4:


i remember when i had my first beer...

this, right here, is when I began to love you big time. *laughing*

[Borden]

Curtis, you are beautiful, my friend. I'm still thinking about what you wrote. Don't know if I have anything to offer you, but I don't think you need it either. Not from an idiot like me anyway.

[Cerridwen]

I 'Stopped' posting here for a reason...:yes4:


i remember when i had my first beer...

this, right here, is when I began to love you big time. *laughing*

Me too! *giggling*

[Mike]

:)


I 'Stopped' posting here for a reason...:yes4:


i remember when i had my first beer...

this, right here, is when I began to love you big time. *laughing*


what, you didn't love me before?:)

[another bob]

see, for a moment there I forgot what we really are here.


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[another bob]

It mystifies me, all this talk about fluff...


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[another bob]

I 'Stopped' posting here for a reason



i remember when i had my first beer...


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[songsfortheotherkind]

:)


I 'Stopped' posting here for a reason...:yes4:


i remember when i had my first beer...

this, right here, is when I began to love you big time. *laughing*


what, you didn't love me before?:)

yes, but this is biggerer and has fun shiny bits on it.

[songsfortheotherkind]

I 'Stopped' posting here for a reason...:yes4:

Thanks so much for dropping by! That really did it for me, as I'm sure it did it for many other members of our fine establishment. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an urgent matter to attend to.

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[Mike]

Curtis reminded me of an experience i had...

i was living in a cockroach infested room in Florida, right above a bar. the room was no bigger than the average family room. and i was sharing it with a roomate, a friend.

i have to preempt the story with this...
3 doors down lived a Bulgarian man named Richard, who believed he was having paranormal experiences in his room. he would awake at night in a semi-conscious state, eyes open, with a sort of ringing going on not so much in his ears, but his head. he explained to me that he felt he was partially 'possessed' in this state.

one morning i found him leaning over our shared balcony, sweaty, blood-shot eyes. pale. he was already very thin but on this particular day he looked a bit more sunk in. it was a death look.

he explained that he had had an especially tough night, that the possession was more involved and detailed. that he had 'spoken' to the 'possessor', who was (allegedly) a man who had been murdered in that very room and was back for revenge.

it all sounded very hollywood to me. generic. i didn't know what to think. this guy was very eccentric.

then his girlfriend arrived, like she always did at that time to take him to work. Richard explained that he had been possessed again, but didn't give the girl any details; the girl nodded enigmatically and went into his room, shutting the door behind her. she asked for 15 mins of solitude. we were not to interrupt her. i furrowed my brow and looked at Richard. i was confused. he wasn't. he seemed totally comfortable with this. he smoked his cigarette and stared blankly at nothing.

the girl exited the room a half hour later or so, claiming she had talked to this spirit, and DESCRIBED THE EXACT SCENARIO RICHARD HAD EXPLAINED TO ME. i was shocked. Richard did not own a phone, so he had no way of communicating the story to the girl. i was the first person he had talked to that morning.

the girl explained that she had meditated (deeply) and spoken to this spirit. i was intrigued and kept pestering her for more info. she gave me an old beat up book on chakras. i still have it.

about 3 days later i awoke from a terrible nightmare, one in which i felt i was literally being dragged back to sleep. it took me 10-15 mins to fully emerge into consciousness. (the dream involved creatures that looked like the ones in 'Beastmaster'--the 8 foot tall ones with the capes that engulf humans and digest them in seconds, leaving nothing but a pile of bones) it was a helluva battle, with me fighting for consciousness while these hellish creatures kept dragging me back. there was a moment when i didn't think i'd make it out.

when i eventually awoke completely, i sat in the shower and let the water hit me for a good half hour; and there were instances even then --when i was awake and aware--that i felt this energy trying to draw me back. that entire day i sat on my door step, staring at the ocean, reminding myself it was just a dream but never quite believing it. i always wondered (and still do) if there was any connection between Richard's experience and mine.

[jackovesk]

I 'Stopped' posting here for a reason...

Come to think about it I have 'NEVER' held back so why start now...

I have always taken pride in what I had to offer both our Members & Guests alike and totally understand why this 'Forum' is, I hate to say it it, becoming 'Obselete'..!

Our diminishing guests deserve better IMHO...

I would like nothing more for (ALL) of you to 'ATTACK' me for my observation, that would make the 'Decision'... I made on the 15th April, 2012 a hell of a lot easier...

I've popped in from time to time time to see what you are offering our 'Guests' by the way of 'Truth & Education' and I constantly see these type of 'Threads' are getting the most hits with our members and I ask myself only 2 Words 'WHY BOTHER'...???

Besides offering nothing to no-one except just 'Filling-In-Time' I just can't see the value in 'Threads' like these..!

Perhaps you should be better off investing your time & money in MSM Magazines & TV programs like In Touch Weekly, Life & Style Weekly, OK! People Magazine, People, Vougue, TMZ, Star, Entertainment Tonight, Us Weekly, Cosmopolitan, Women's Weekly, New Idea, or even better still starting your own BS gossip column ect, ect...

Please feel 'FREE' to 'Abuse' and 'Disagree' with me...

For what its worth this is 'EXACTLY' the type of 'THREADS' that the 'PTW' would 'LOVE'..!

So again 'Feel Free' to 'Abuse & Disagree' with me, while I see this 'Forum' go down the gurgler like many before me have predicted you only have yourselves to blame for it..!

PS - Without mentioning any names, I really hope you get stuck into me for my honesty, because that will only reinforce my initial decision...

PSS - I will not be responding until I start seeing those of you who still believe in the real 'Truth' and 'Education' of those who may not have had as much exposure to what's really going on in this world..!

So Farewell and 'God Bless' you (ALL)...and I hope to participate again, some time soon...


Jack?

I have thanked every single post that has appeared in this pub. Yours is no exception. I have a sort of joke with Songsy that if I ever fail to thank a post, it will be a killing move. It's only a joke. The thing is, I know that not many people will have noticed or cared that I do this. I do this because I want to make everyone who posts here feel welcome, and if I can help that in my own way I will.

You, my friend, have clearly missed the point. You are addicted to fear porn, and until you see that then you have nothing to offer here. I say this with no judgment. I used to like fear porn too. Then I grew up. It gets you nowhere, Jack. It gets us nowhere. Until you understand what it is you're railing against then you truly have nothing to offer.

Pick yourself up from the floor of yourself and show me what you're afraid of. Or righteous about. Or angry at. Do you really want to argue that? I very much doubt it. I am looking at your signal and it is not that. If looks could kill, Jack ... but you have to focus. When you can do that - with your mind as well as your energetic intention, I'll treat you like a grown up. Until then you are noise. I deal with a lot of noise. It isn't difficult.

Don't try to be the turd in the punch bowl. It doesn't suit you. You have better powers than that, you just haven't located them yet. You think what we talk about here is masturbation. Do you know what I make of what you post about? I know that somewhere inside of yourself you're far bigger than that. If I can't see it right now it's not because it's not there. It's simply because I can't be bothered to look. I have a lot of beings demanding my attention. Raise your game. Then you can play with the big boys. And girls.

Ok Borden, I'll play your game...:)

Just had a quick look at what you've have to offer this 'Forum' and our 'Guests'...:pound:

Did a quick search on your posts to see what you really do have to offer...???

Zip/Nada/Nothing/Zilch, no matter how much of 'Smartarse' you think you are...???

You have offered this 'Forum' nothing but your own undoing, except for a little mindless entertainment..:yes4:

Go back and check your 'Own' posts...:pound:

What are you actually doing here...???

Again (Zip/Nada/Nothing/Zilch)...

Entertainment for the 'Bored', yes I totally agree with that...:yes4:

From Day 1, all I have done is bring to the 'Forum' the 'Truth As I Know It' nothing more, nothing less...

Which is a 'Hell of Lot More than I can say of You...:)


Raise your game. Then you can play with the big boys. And girls

Please tell me your kidding right...?

So, there you have it and 'THANKYOU' for making my mind up...:)

Avalon is in such good hands...???

Yours sincerely,

From the I've never 'Educated' Anyone with the 'Truth' in any of my 3,477 posts over 2 years...

Jackovesk 'The Fear Porn Master' with nothing else to offer...

PS - Oh Yes-Sir-Ree Borden what a (Stella-Contribution) you have made...:pound:

Keep up the 'Good Work' my friend...:)

[Borden]

Jack, if you think what you do is 'truth' and 'education' then you have a bigger problem than I realized.

I re-read your post, and when I shove all the smileys and coloured text to one side ... what I see is venom of the least sophisticated kind. There are people in this thread who will try to understand you and ameliorate whatever blindness you blither in this space. I am not one of those people. You are engaged in a projection about which you can do nothing. Protest your fear porn as much as you like, but if you do it in here, you will meet those who aren't buying it. There is no power in what you do, there is only noise.

I'm responding to you because I know you. I've been there. Well, okay - not really, but enough to know. It isn't doing you any good, and it isn't doing anyone else any good. Where's your own power? Do you have any? Or do you only find vicarious thrills in plugging into a common socket?

There are plenty of threads here for fear porn, Jack. Go find them. Or start them. That seems to be your bag.

[another bob]

Ok Borden, I'll play your game..:)


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[Borden]

Hmm, I just read that post, Jack.

I was unsure about your motives. I no longer am. I also had niggling doubts about your level of intelligence. I no longer do.

Run along now, Jack. This thread is for grown ups. Yes, they can behave in a silly way as often as not, but that is not the whole truth, and it's only a way of feeling comfortable with each other. You clearly don't understand this. I am not inclined to enter into a battle of wits with you. My code prevents me from engaging someone who is clearly unarmed.

You can attack me, and you can point whatever infantile weapons you have in your limited and primitive arsenal against me. That's fine. It tickles. I like it. Attack any of the decent souls in this thread at your own risk. I trust we understand each other. Well, actually that's a ridiculous thing to say. Let me amend it. Know that I understand you.

[Curt]

Cheers, Borden. I appreciate that. And likewise, by the way.

I'm definitely looking forward to hearing more about your astral adventures and dream-state quests. I'm betting there'll be lots of good stuff there.




Curtis, you are beautiful, my friend. I'm still thinking about what you wrote. Don't know if I have anything to offer you, but I don't think you need it either. Not from an idiot like me anyway.

[Curt]

Here was the second part of my story from earlier. A result, I think of the dream-work from when I was a kid.

The best lucid dream I've ever had...

The dream was very strange. I was inside a large house--a manor of some sort, and I was in the kitchen. I was just sort of walking around.

It was an industrial kitchen, with a large sink, lots of mixers and metal pots and industrial grade equipment. I had no purpose that I could tell in being there. I was just sort of there--looking around. I wandered a minute and then I walked outside and saw the house was situated in what looked like the Irish countryside. It was unfamiliar.

The light outside was very very dim, like half-night outside--but I knew somehow that it was in the middle of the day. Then I saw these strange creatures that were shaped and sized like crocodiles, with long tails except the creatures were more rounded and they were greyish/beige and reminded me of hippos.

They slowly crawled toward me. They had a sluggish, menacing way of moving... And then I realized I was dreaming. I said, "I'm having a lucid dream. I can do whatever I want." Literally. I said that in the dream. Then I snapped my fingers and the creatures disappeared.

It felt great. So then I said, "I want it to be lighter outside, too." So I snapped my fingers again and made the sky bright. It felt incredible.

Then I decided I'd really go for it. I said, I can fly anywhere I want. So I shot up and flew up as high as I could until it became black and I was in space and was looking at stars and then the dream started to lose power and fade and I woke up.

The thing that made it special for me was that I knew I was lucid dreaming, and the dream didn't 'fall apart' as soon as I started to change the reality of the dream.

It was one of the best experiences of my life.

I bring it up, not just because it's cool and I like telling people about it, but because it shows that you can change the whole dream--make the world literally lighter at will, affect any aspect of the dream.

I think the trick was I had total faith in my ability to make it happen, rather than doubting it.

And I didn't ask. I said what I wanted to happen, and then made a physical gesture (the snapping finger) to make it happen. I think that was somehow important in my case.

I hope this helps.

[Cerridwen]

That sounds amazing, Curtis. I want to be able to do that too.

I have had a few experiences where I know i was desperately trying to wake myself up from a dream, was screaming and thrashing about, but when I finally succeeded, I couldn't remember why. I just knew I didn't want to be a part of what was going on at the time.

[Mike]

I 'Stopped' posting here for a reason...

Come to think about it I have 'NEVER' held back so why start now...

I have always taken pride in what I had to offer both our Members & Guests alike and totally understand why this 'Forum' is, I hate to say it it, becoming 'Obselete'..!

Our diminishing guests deserve better IMHO...

I would like nothing more for (ALL) of you to 'ATTACK' me for my observation, that would make the 'Decision'... I made on the 15th April, 2012 a hell of a lot easier...

I've popped in from time to time time to see what you are offering our 'Guests' by the way of 'Truth & Education' and I constantly see these type of 'Threads' are getting the most hits with our members and I ask myself only 2 Words 'WHY BOTHER'...???

Besides offering nothing to no-one except just 'Filling-In-Time' I just can't see the value in 'Threads' like these..!

Perhaps you should be better off investing your time & money in MSM Magazines & TV programs like In Touch Weekly, Life & Style Weekly, OK! People Magazine, People, Vougue, TMZ, Star, Entertainment Tonight, Us Weekly, Cosmopolitan, Women's Weekly, New Idea, or even better still starting your own BS gossip column ect, ect...

Please feel 'FREE' to 'Abuse' and 'Disagree' with me...

For what its worth this is 'EXACTLY' the type of 'THREADS' that the 'PTW' would 'LOVE'..!

So again 'Feel Free' to 'Abuse & Disagree' with me, while I see this 'Forum' go down the gurgler like many before me have predicted you only have yourselves to blame for it..!

PS - Without mentioning any names, I really hope you get stuck into me for my honesty, because that will only reinforce my initial decision...

PSS - I will not be responding until I start seeing those of you who still believe in the real 'Truth' and 'Education' of those who may not have had as much exposure to what's really going on in this world..!

So Farewell and 'God Bless' you (ALL)...and I hope to participate again, some time soon...


Jack?

I have thanked every single post that has appeared in this pub. Yours is no exception. I have a sort of joke with Songsy that if I ever fail to thank a post, it will be a killing move. It's only a joke. The thing is, I know that not many people will have noticed or cared that I do this. I do this because I want to make everyone who posts here feel welcome, and if I can help that in my own way I will.

You, my friend, have clearly missed the point. You are addicted to fear porn, and until you see that then you have nothing to offer here. I say this with no judgment. I used to like fear porn too. Then I grew up. It gets you nowhere, Jack. It gets us nowhere. Until you understand what it is you're railing against then you truly have nothing to offer.

Pick yourself up from the floor of yourself and show me what you're afraid of. Or righteous about. Or angry at. Do you really want to argue that? I very much doubt it. I am looking at your signal and it is not that. If looks could kill, Jack ... but you have to focus. When you can do that - with your mind as well as your energetic intention, I'll treat you like a grown up. Until then you are noise. I deal with a lot of noise. It isn't difficult.

Don't try to be the turd in the punch bowl. It doesn't suit you. You have better powers than that, you just haven't located them yet. You think what we talk about here is masturbation. Do you know what I make of what you post about? I know that somewhere inside of yourself you're far bigger than that. If I can't see it right now it's not because it's not there. It's simply because I can't be bothered to look. I have a lot of beings demanding my attention. Raise your game. Then you can play with the big boys. And girls.

Ok Borden, I'll play your game...:)

Just had a quick look at what you've have to offer this 'Forum' and our 'Guests'...:pound:

Did a quick search on your posts to see what you really do have to offer...???

Zip/Nada/Nothing/Zilch, no matter how much of 'Smartarse' you think you are...???

You have offered this 'Forum' nothing but your own undoing, except for a little mindless entertainment..:yes4:

Go back and check your 'Own' posts...:pound:

What are you actually doing here...???

Again (Zip/Nada/Nothing/Zilch)...

Entertainment for the 'Bored', yes I totally agree with that...:yes4:

From Day 1, all I have done is bring to the 'Forum' the 'Truth As I Know It' nothing more, nothing less...

Which is a 'Hell of Lot More than I can say of You...:)


Raise your game. Then you can play with the big boys. And girls

Please tell me your kidding right...?

So, there you have it and 'THANKYOU' for making my mind up...:)

Avalon is in such good hands...???

Yours sincerely,

From the I've never 'Educated' Anyone with the 'Truth' in any of my 3,477 posts over 2 years...

Jackovesk 'The Fear Porn Master' with nothing else to offer...

PS - Oh Yes-Sir-Ree Borden what a (Stella-Contribution) you have made...:pound:

Keep up the 'Good Work' my friend...:)


it was a wise man who once said to me, Jack: thanks very much for standing up, then sitting right back down again.

[Borden]

Look at what Curtis has posted. Look at what Chinaski has posted.

Then look at what jackovesk has posted.

Does anything immediately strike you? There is no hierarchy here, but there is a signal. You don't have to be clever to post here (Chinaski and Curt clearly are), but if you're a blithering moron it will be pretty apparent pretty quickly. Blithering morons with their heart in the right place are welcomed by me with open arms. Blithering morons without that crucial quality are not. There is no elitism here.

If people want to attack what they see here, then they'd better have a game to bring. If they do, I will respect them. If they don't ... well, you all saw that.

Do not be afraid, pubbers, of idiots. If idiots have idiot popularity, do you really want to buy into that? Sui Generis and all that. You have a Sith on your side too.

The mindless can look at this thread as much as they like. So can the people you have always dreamed you would meet.

[red_rose]

oh god - i don't really want to chime in when i haven't read any previous pages to this. but, i just clicked on this page and saw jacks post and felt compelled to say that didn't Bill Ryan set this forum up as an offshoot to project camelot, with avalon being a place to find a community and make friends...not disclose conspiracies, that's for project camelot forum.

did i get that wrong, i ask genuinley?

You guys are all making friends, generating emotion and compassion with like minded folk. bringing people together. looking out for each other. voila, a community.

you are fulfilling the purpose of avalon

with love

red_rose

[another bob]

oh god - i don't really want to chime in when i haven't read any previous pages to this. but, i just clicked on this page and saw jacks post and felt compelled to say that didn't Bill Ryan set this forum up as an offshoot to project camelot, with avalon being a place to find a community and make friends...not disclose conspiracies, that's for project camelot forum.

did i get that wrong, i ask genuinley?

You guys are all making friends, generating emotion and compassion with like minded folk. bringing people together. looking out for each other. voila, a community.

you are fulfilling the purpose of avalon

with love

red_rose




http://i39.tinypic.com/ip7h40.gif

[red_rose]

what a beautiful rose another bob (love the name ;))

roses symbolise, for me, everything that is divine and beautiful in femininity

i aspire to be just like them

in love

red_rose

[another bob]

what a beautiful rose another bob (love the name ;))

roses symbolise, for me, everything that is divine and beautiful in femininity

i aspire to be just like them

in love

red_rose

Ah, Rose --

My grandmother's name was Rose, Born into an Irish Catholic family in Chicago in1888, she entered this world with a twin brother – she was named Rose and he was named Bud. They were inseparably devoted to each other.
Bud became a policeman, and while trying to save a man who had fallen onto train tracks, was himself electrocuted. Shortly thereafter, while still in her early twenties, Rose’s first husband died of a sudden heart attack.
Refusing to give up on love, Rose met and married Louis, a Jew. Both she and Louis were banished from their respective family’s good graces for daring to cross the forbidden boundaries of inter-faith relationships, and so set out to make their way on their own. They prospered, and Rose gave Louis three children. When the third child was barely 3 years old, however, Louis too passed away. Rose was left with quite a fortune for those days -- perhaps over 8 Million dollars. On the advice of a friend, she invested the whole bundle with a financial scoundrel who promptly fled to South America, leaving Rose and her children penniless.
The Great Depression had just set in, and Rose found herself scrubbing public toilets to keep her children housed and fed. She received no mercy from her husband’s family, who actually went to court to dis-inherit them and whatever mongrel offspring had issued from the un-holy union.
Rose’s family was equally remote, and so she began organizing a women’s collective for mutual support. This group expanded over the next few years, eventually becoming the Women’s Benefit Association, and was actually one of the precursors of the modern Women’s Movement.
Rose insisted that all of her children go to college, but when World War II came, her oldest (a son) ended up fighting in Germany. He was stationed there after the war, and when she traveled over to visit him, she was appalled at the conditions the Germans faced in the aftermath of the destruction. She immediately got involved in a kind of “black market” underground charity operation, smuggling foodstuffs and clothing to starving German families.
When her two daughters back in America began their contributions towards the post-war baby boom, she returned to the states to help out. Whenever a new child arrived on the scene, she was there to share with chores and act as a baby-sitter. My mother, by the way, was named Rosemary.

When I was about 3 years old, Rose was escorting me along a park path one morning when a huge dog suddenly bolted through some nearby shrubbery, knocked me down, and stood snarling and drooling over me – its face inches from my own. I was in somewhat of a shock at this until, with a loud Boom! she whacked the dog over the head with her purse and chased it away. After this incident, I began calling her Boomba, and the name stuck.

Rose was a very spiritual woman, and when I was growing up, she would often call me to her side and share with me her relationship to things Divine. She taught me how she prayed, which involved a widening remembrance – starting with her family, and then expanding out to include each person she had ever met, and finally embracing all of creation – submitted in Love to God’s Grace. After that, she would usually enjoy a glass of port wine, and sometimes a Marlboro cigarette.

There were five children in my family, and the last to arrive was Mary Rose. I was about 7 years old at the time, and when I returned from school during the first two months after my sister came home from the hospital, I would sit quietly with my grandmother while she rocked the baby and hummed little tunes to her.
One afternoon, as I entered the sun room where she sat cradling my sister in her arms, my grandmother looked up at me and softly said:
“Bobby, our precious little Mary Rose is gone.”
“But Boomba …..” I pointed, “she’s right there.”
No, Bobby – she’s gone to God.”

About 15 years later, my grandmother herself had suffered a series of multiple heart attacks. One afternoon, as I visited with her by her bedside, she looked over to me and told me it was time.
“Time for what?” I inquired.
“Time to go to God.” She replied, and then smiled so sweetly at me, closed her gentle eyes, and breathed out into eternity.


http://www.pbase.com/1heart/rose

[Lisab]

What a good thread, deserves to be a sticky IMO, and its great to know there's a pub next door to the Village (here and now)!

A group of like minded individuals coming together, forming a community and helping each other to find ways to unhook from the matrix definately gets my vote for awesomeness!

[red_rose]

stunned silence...

i can't express how i feel after reading that, so i won't.

What a beautiful Rose

in reverence
suzi
xxxx

[Heyoka_11]

It mystifies me, all this talk about fluff...


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Yes, I too am mystified...................

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[Cerridwen]

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[songsfortheotherkind]

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http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2011/083/4/e/tsunami_project__help_japan_by_livingrope-d3cd4rr.jpg

[songsfortheotherkind]

http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tRnhReXr5m4/TqQxNiq2QvI/AAAAAAAADJQ/JEAEFlKPCY0/s1600/succubus+athena.jpg

[Borden]

Careful, darling. You'll have wide-eyed, pumpkin-headed fear merchants in here shrieking that you're Hera, or Semiramis, or a Bohemian Grove attendee. Or something.

But you're not.

WIDNoT9BXXg

[songsfortheotherkind]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HwhwSirr098&feature=watch_response


Love, love is a verb...

[songsfortheotherkind]

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[Debra]

It is day of the sun here on this part of the earth, and it is shining. Wonderful morning read, Calz and Borden discussing the finer details of body and spirit tussling for definition and direction at the astro-physical portal - do I stay or do I go. He he he .. if I do there will be trouble ...

And onto CurtisW .. woah, beautiful imagery - that is a lot to pack into one night of self discovery Curtis. I like to know what you made of this deeply remembered dream? The one thing that resonated for me was the yellow light torture phase. Reminded me of a book by Alexander Solzenitzen -24 years in the gulag.

Also, have you considered that this might be a past life rendering? The empty train track in *Paris* to me was like the next life waiting ...

I was munching this quietly over, then -

PUNCH ME IN THE FACE WILL YOU?
15769

Who was that who came in last night?

Borden, you said it brother, but I did feel sadness for him - he was in a lot of pain. Silly sausage. A sweaty knight without a clue. Methinks he needs to have a good cry and look at his own reflection in the lake.

By the way, where is Rogerc? He is a daft duck, you are right Chinaski. I hope Rog comes back. So if you reading this Rog. Get your ass back here!

GqH21LEmfbQ

POST UPDATE:
I need to add, I was lost in my own bottle of poisOn, overnight. Thought it best not to join you. Just as well .. old reactors in my wiring might have gone off.

[Borden]

Right, Songsy is posting weird pictures again. I'll have to visit her and ask her what they mean

http://www.moviesonline.ca/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/fassbender-magneto.jpg

[songsfortheotherkind]

Just in case you forget what it's like out there- remember, getting angry at the zombies for being zombies gets a little recursive, after a while...

haters are gonna hate, graters are gonna grate, potaters are gonna potate-


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jb2xqUhSc68

[Calz]

I 'Stopped' posting here for a reason...



Sheesh ... how *dare* I take one day off work this week and spend some time with my family? :doh:

Whatever was I thinking.

This and your follow up surprised me Jack. I understand your passion and I know you are standing true to your belief in how you approach "reality" ... as least as it applies to this forum.

I will copy over my response to a post you had directed at me on a more personal manner in another thread. Since you have already read it ... it is obviously more for many here who do not visit that thread. I do so just to make sure others are aware of a myriad of options on how to handle this sort of thing.

When Sid was banned I nearly quit.

Some did ... some "good" members.

I opted to stay and the post below explains why.

As a caveat ... former Avalonian member The One has a new forum going now where Sid and many many other Avalonian friends are gathering.

I remain here for 3 threads and an occasion jump into assorted threads I find of interest but I am most here for my friends now. They make me happy.

Truth in our "multiverse" can be handled on many levels ... many layers.

This thread dives into one of those levels ... with plenty of frolic to keep the vibes playful.

If that isn't for you then fine. Free will and we can still appreciate your efforts for "fighting the good fight" on your terms.

I don't understand what is to be gained by taking a dump on what we have going on here though???

Cal






I enjoy the energy of this thread. No trolls! Just wanted to say thanks x

Indeed.

Light sabres do come in handy on occasion ... :laugh:


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15770




Good to see your still 'Alive & Well' and contributing to this Forum Calz...:thumb:

Your job really must be boring...:yes4:

I would have thought you could spend a little more energy in more productive, less :gossip:y 'Threads'...?

I guess not..! Each to their own...:noidea:

Your friend...

Trollovesk...:)....:pound:


Hey Jacko ... well that was certainly an interesting post :twitch:

With the recent departure of several quality members (for whatever reasons) we respond our own way.

Rather than leave or stop posting I simply made a choice to only go where there is joy. This would be one of those places. My choice is to keep my "vibes" high and leave the battleground topics for passionate members like you.

My job pays well enough to support my family and that is my priority. Feast or famine ... high stress or severe boredom.

How we define "productive" can vary dramatically. I have spent plenty of time in the "trenches". If my choice is to try to keep the energy light and playful for others ... do you find that less productive than a mudslinging thread on [insert your favorite hot button topic here]???

The social threads have many quality posts in them.


Cal

PS - you want a great article for a 9/11 thread go here:

http://www.veteranstoday.com/2012/04/06/victor-bout-must-be-silenced/

I simply have no interest in that right now as I am more concerned about keeping a positive outlook going forward for this remarkable time period.

Possibly the *most* remarkable in the history of humanity.

[Katyani]

Ah, synchronicity. I was going to post Massive attack / Protection earlier this morning, but got stuck on youtube listening to lots of other great music.

And now I see that Teardrop has been posted instead, lovely!

Speaking of synchronicity, here is the moment that inspired the term.. though it seems the "father" of synch didn´t actually have much personal experience with it.

Synchronicity: Jung Recounts the Story of the Golden Scarab Beetle



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A young woman I was treating had, at a critical moment, a dream in which she was given a golden scarab. While she was telling me this dream, I sat with my back to the closed window. Suddenly I heard a noise behind me, like a gentle tapping. I turned round and saw a flying insect knocking against the window-pane from the outside. I opened the window and caught the creature in the air as it flew in. It was the nearest analogy to a golden scarab one finds in our latitudes, a scarabaeid beetle, the common rose-chafer (Cetonia aurata), which, contrary to its usual habits had evidently felt the urge to get into a dark room at this particular moment. I must admit that nothing like it ever happened to me before or since.

Synchronicity: An Acasual Principle (1952)
The Collected Works of C.G. Jung
Paragraph 843
Princeton University Press Edition.



Further down on the page quoted there is an insightful commentary, my emphasis:


Yes, the scarab beetle event caught Carl Gustav Jung with his pants down, so-to-speak. That is because he wasn’t anticipating third-party intervention in what he believed to be the product of collective consciousness.


This band wants to play for the pub tonight:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H0W6U8W2e4U

[Calz]

My dime for the jukebox ... a reminder about tolerance and diversity ...

:cantina:

8urkDqSoc54

[RunningDeer]

Calz_Avaretard there's a lotta love and caring and sweetness in that blue body, you, Sage-Wizard, you. :wizard:

You are always supportive. I have been on the receiving end countless times now. I have great appreciation for you. :kiss:

[Debra]

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Calz, this is the most splendid response.

You are a statesman AND you do not suffer fools either. More importantly, I so admire how you stand true to yourself. That honesty is like a drink from a pure mountain stream.

GO CALZ!






I 'Stopped' posting here for a reason...



Sheesh ... how *dare* I take one day off work this week and spend some time with my family? :doh:

Whatever was I thinking.

This and your follow up surprised me Jack. I understand your passion and I know you are standing true to your belief in how you approach "reality" ... as least as it applies to this forum.

I will copy over my response to a post you had directed at me on a more personal manner in another thread. Since you have already read it ... it is obviously more for many here who do not visit that thread. I do so just to make sure others are aware of a myriad of options on how to handle this sort of thing.

When Sid was banned I nearly quit.

Some did ... some "good" members.

I opted to stay and the post below explains why.

As a caveat ... former Avalonian member The One has a new forum going now where Sid and many many other Avalonian friends are gathering.

I remain here for 3 threads and an occasion jump into assorted threads I find of interest but I am most here for my friends now. They make me happy.

Truth in our "multiverse" can be handled on many levels ... many layers.

This thread dives into one of those levels ... with plenty of frolic to keep the vibes playful.

If that isn't for you then fine. Free will and we can still appreciate your efforts for "fighting the good fight" on your terms.

I don't understand what is to be gained by taking a dump on what we have going on here though???

Cal






I enjoy the energy of this thread. No trolls! Just wanted to say thanks x

Indeed.

Light sabres do come in handy on occasion ... :laugh:


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Good to see your still 'Alive & Well' and contributing to this Forum Calz...:thumb:

Your job really must be boring...:yes4:

I would have thought you could spend a little more energy in more productive, less :gossip:y 'Threads'...?

I guess not..! Each to their own...:noidea:

Your friend...

Trollovesk...:)....:pound:


Hey Jacko ... well that was certainly an interesting post :twitch:

With the recent departure of several quality members (for whatever reasons) we respond our own way.

Rather than leave or stop posting I simply made a choice to only go where there is joy. This would be one of those places. My choice is to keep my "vibes" high and leave the battleground topics for passionate members like you.

My job pays well enough to support my family and that is my priority. Feast or famine ... high stress or severe boredom.

How we define "productive" can vary dramatically. I have spent plenty of time in the "trenches". If my choice is to try to keep the energy light and playful for others ... do you find that less productive than a mudslinging thread on [insert your favorite hot button topic here]???

The social threads have many quality posts in them.


Cal

PS - you want a great article for a 9/11 thread go here:

http://www.veteranstoday.com/2012/04/06/victor-bout-must-be-silenced/

I simply have no interest in that right now as I am more concerned about keeping a positive outlook going forward for this remarkable time period.

Possibly the *most* remarkable in the history of humanity.

[Calz]

Oh golly ... you are all making me "blush blue"

http://www.temptalia.com/images/2008/makeup-050608-closed.jpg

[songsfortheotherkind]

My dime for the jukebox ... a reminder about tolerance and diversity ...

:cantina:

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It's amazing, isn't it, that with all the lessons that have been on this planet regarding just this one thing, that the 'truthers' would have a better grasp on this at least, but noooooooooooo...

confronting movie that deeply disturbed me the one and only time I watched it, years ago- and its message is still relevant.

[Cerridwen]

It's been pretty quiet in the pub today...

Sv6dMFF_yts

[Cerridwen]

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[another bob]

It's been pretty quiet in the pub today...


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[Calz]

It's been pretty quiet in the pub today...



Back at work for another 13 hour shift ... I'll have a little time to wake everybody up.

http://funees.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/chips_ads_02.jpg

[another bob]

It's been pretty quiet in the pub today...



Back at work for another 13 hour shift ... I'll have a little time to wake everybody up.


http://i44.tinypic.com/r7iomf.gif

[Katyani]

Yes, has it ever been this quiet, heartbeat-quiet..
A lot of preparation taking place, most likely.
One more clip before bed:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s4_4abCWw-w

[songsfortheotherkind]

It's been pretty quiet in the pub today...

Sv6dMFF_yts

My darling woman, I can't begin to tell you how utterly synchronistic this song is this morning, so much so that I'm crying happy tears because I feel like I'm getting something right.

http://timewellness.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/la9776-001.jpg?w=600&h=400&crop=1

[Calz]

Taking a stroll through the Pub art gallery tends to wake a few up ...

http://coolvibe.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/dark-queen.jpg

http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/340/8/c/dark_fantasy_by_oddby-d34cwmw.jpg

http://freewallpaperspot.com/wallpapers/lineage-2-wallpaper-hd-5.jpg

http://fantasyinspiration.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/0BO-6.jpg

[Cerridwen]

It's been pretty quiet in the pub today...

Sv6dMFF_yts

My darling woman, I can't begin to tell you how utterly synchronistic this song is this morning, so much so that I'm crying happy tears because I feel like I'm getting something right.

http://timewellness.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/la9776-001.jpg?w=600&h=400&crop=1

Of course you're getting something right! You are a Goddess, remember? :girl_wink:

[songsfortheotherkind]

It's been pretty quiet in the pub today...

Sv6dMFF_yts

My darling woman, I can't begin to tell you how utterly synchronistic this song is this morning, so much so that I'm crying happy tears because I feel like I'm getting something right.

http://timewellness.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/la9776-001.jpg?w=600&h=400&crop=1

Of course you're getting something right! You are a Goddess, remember? :girl_wink:

well, if you'd seen how this goddess had been going splat, you wouldn't have been so confident. :P I'm on the up now, which is awesome, and I'm going to write about it.

[Calz]

http://highresolutionwallpaper.us/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/Dragon-and-sexy-girl.png

http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xBUvCBqyEls/TsoyNn6qQjI/AAAAAAAADw8/jnCKJNukbtg/s1600/wallpaper3.jpg

http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs5/i/2004/272/2/9/__Into_the_dark___by_Sheil.jpg

[Calz]

Oh bugger ... I cannot keep on posting images by myself.

Quiet???

It's a damn morgue in here all of a sudden.

Not going to speculate why ... digging *deep* into my pocket for the last dime I will have until payday ...

*** Is There Anybody Out There??? ***

[hint - me at work last night on a 13 hour shift without any Pub members to help :help: ]


Pr-JoqFVC5E


Oh that's right :doh:

Lost my head again ... everyone is helping another bob get his planting done ...


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Yes ... yes ... come to this it has ...

Line in the sand drawn it is ... you shall not pass comes to mind it does ...

[... but feel like more Alice I do]

[yes margaret they really do have rock concerts in Nebraska ... and this one really ROCKED]


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[Calz]

I keep waiting for Songsie to show up something like this ...

2naf5jPI2DA


... but here I am ...


http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww331/picz0017/lonely/lonely.jpg

http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs27/i/2008/033/2/3/Lonely_soul_by_WiciaQ.jpg


Hope you are okay ... handle yourself I know you can ...

Where are the patrons???


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

[Borden]

(Okay ... ready? On the count of three we all jump out at Calz ...)

Sorry, Master Smurf ... thirteen hours is no joke. This has indeed been a ghost thread in recent hours except for you ... I hope you didn't feel too haunted. Some excellent pictures, by the way, and a clip from the Avengers movie ... verily, I am stoked!

I've been reading brilliant, thoughtful posts in here recently, and seen cool people posting who don't post often, and I hope we all continue in that vein, with large helpings of silly and artistic and Sui Generis all round.

And Bob, if you take a break from planting to pop in, best wishes for this week, my friend.

[another bob]

And Bob, if you take a break from planting to pop in, best wishes for this week, my friend.

Thanks, my Good Friend!

At my age, I work in increments now, with plenty of breaks. I've also been drinking coconut water mixed with a bit of aloe --very invigorating and packed with electrolytes.

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

Back in the day, around 1974 I recall, I had to get all 4 wisdom teeth removed. I was a purist in those days, just out of a Zen monastery, and so I declined anesthetics. Because I was just scraping by financially, I went to a university where dental students would offer free treatment to get experience. Anyway, I put Bob into a deep trance, and they had to shake me out of it when they had finished. Unfortunately, the student was not too adept, and my mouth was a bloody mess. I went home and put salted umeboshi plums in my mouth, since I was a macrobiotic follower, and then went back into a trance. A few hours later I came out of it, and the mouth had not only stopped bleeding but was nearly healed.

:yo:

[Dennis Leahy]

50cc of water dragon pineal gland fluid, IV, stat!

(feeling down, need a boost)

Dennis

[Fred Steeves]

Back in the day, around 1974 I recall, I had to get all 4 wisdom teeth removed. I was a purist in those days, just out of a Zen monastery,


Damn Bob, you were a full fledged monk when I was just starting grade school. Bit of a head start there hey old chap?(LOL)

Seriously though, good luck Thursday.

Cheers,
Fred

[another bob]

Back in the day, around 1974 I recall, I had to get all 4 wisdom teeth removed. I was a purist in those days, just out of a Zen monastery,


Damn Bob, you were a full fledged monk when I was just starting grade school. Bit of a head start there hey old chap?(LOL)

Seriously though, good luck Thursday.

Cheers,
Fred

Thanks, Fred!

My Mate was just finishing up her last life prior to this one when I was born, so when she came back, I was older by a few years. Funny how all that plays out, eh . . .

[Fred Steeves]

Back in the day, around 1974 I recall, I had to get all 4 wisdom teeth removed. I was a purist in those days, just out of a Zen monastery,


Damn Bob, you were a full fledged monk when I was just starting grade school. Bit of a head start there hey old chap?(LOL)

Seriously though, good luck Thursday.

Cheers,
Fred

Thanks, Fred!

My Mate was just finishing up her last life prior to this one when I was born, so when she came back, I was older by a few years. Funny how all that plays out, eh . . .

That's interesting, maybe that's why some men in their 60's or 70's marry a woman in their 20's. Oh..... I suppose there could be other reasons as well.....:rolleyes:

[another bob]

That's interesting, maybe that's why some men in their 60's or 70's marry a woman in their 20's. Oh..... I suppose there could be other reasons as well.....:rolleyes:

Ya think?


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[Cerridwen]

Poor lonely Calz. 13 hour shifts? Yuck!

Bob, I'm glad to know that you can 'escape' when you want to. I will definitely be thinking of you on Thurs. :)

[songsfortheotherkind]

I keep waiting for Songsie to show up something like this ...

2naf5jPI2DA

*kicks the door open, bounces into the room, grinning and sweaty*

Hey, mopers! Bloody hell you guys have NO fricken' clue how to have fun around here if I go virus hunting and orgying for a bit!

*flops down onto a couch and spends a few moments chugging a Pan Galactic whilst hanging upside down over the side of the chair*

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

http://th08.deviantart.net/fs48/150/i/2009/192/d/5/Emo_Smurf___Bleed_blue_blood___by_Michealangelo97.jpg

http://th412.photobucket.com/albums/pp203/guarilio777/stuff/th_Smurfemo.jpg

http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/195/b/c/Gothic_Smurf_by_LadyJotaro.jpg

Cheer Up, Emo Smurf!!

http://chzemokid.files.wordpress.com/2011/10/emo-scene-hipster-yeah-teenagers-are-such-a-pain.jpg


I keep awaitin' revelations of the evolutions of others, and I get emo pics?

Le sigh! Le tragique! Le flollop dramatically all over the Pub!

Come on, I can't be the *only* one having interesting level ups since we started talking about having interesting level ups! What are you all doing out there? Tell meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Don't you know yet it's *all* about me, me, me, Mr Anderson?

Right, I'm off to the Blue Pool for a soak if anyone wants to join me.

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

[songsfortheotherkind]

50cc of water dragon pineal gland fluid, IV, stat!

(feeling down, need a boost)

Dennis

Hey, Dennis! Awesome to see you haz returned!

*grinning*

And with that kind of a boost, you'll be

http://www.tampabay.com/blogs/80s/sites/tampabay.com.blogs.80s/files/images/typepad-legacy-files/48523.airplane.jpeg

http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_les3q3jnhU1qbg0uuo1_250.jpg

in no time.



"I'd rather have a case of the clap than a case of this wine." -Lloyd Bridges

[songsfortheotherkind]

Oh bugger ... I cannot keep on posting images by myself.

Quiet???

It's a damn morgue in here all of a sudden.

Not going to speculate why ... digging *deep* into my pocket for the last dime I will have until payday ...

*wrestles you into a corner, which isn't hard, you're two foot tall and wear a white saggy hat*

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


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bkZD7Hgf9hg

[another bob]

Right, I'm off to the Blue Pool for a soak if anyone wants to join me.



http://i41.tinypic.com/oa6aeg.gif






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


http://i40.tinypic.com/xpwosw.jpg

[songsfortheotherkind]

http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eOScFb1f16k/TaRB3wcBtLI/AAAAAAAAF5M/H3GI3mddZWs/s1600/quan_yin_eight02.jpg

http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q0lAi2PY9tI/TnO5iRJsNGI/AAAAAAAAAZc/fhYlLCz99Pk/s1600/scarlet+dance.jpg

http://chine.blog.lemonde.fr/files/2009/04/chinese-hotel-room-stories-wild-dance-party.1240451808.jpg

http://narwhaler.com/img/s3/9/oh-god-that-was-the-craziest-orgy-ive-ever-been-to-s39nPM.jpg

[songsfortheotherkind]

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


http://i40.tinypic.com/xpwosw.jpg

http://chuckman1920sarcadecardbeauties.files.wordpress.com/2011/09/photo-for-arcade-card-woman-in-aztec-like-head-dress-in-dance-pose-sepia-1920s.jpg?w=510&h=620

[Calz]

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


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

http://www.cgdata.com/team/12599/logo/original.jpg

[Calz]

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




Started off with one I did ... :clock:

... added another I did ... :clock::clock::clock:


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


http://www.funnycommercialsworld.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/zippo-lighters-guitar-hero.jpg

[songsfortheotherkind]

Yes, has it ever been this quiet, heartbeat-quiet..
A lot of preparation taking place, most likely.

http://www.posterdistrict.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/GODDESS_DIGITAL.jpg

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

http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yeiwBjhM8UU/Sl7Pt4FafgI/AAAAAAAABgc/8EBw7pEGTI8/s400/mirror.jpg

http://www.mythicjourneys.org/images/matrix_spoon_boy.jpg

http://songsfortheotherkind.com/Matrix-Charlie-charlie-chaplin_resize.jpg

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v646/bobmitchell/blog%20pics/matrix.jpg

[songsfortheotherkind]

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

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

how do you do that?


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

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

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

http://www.wallpaperfx.com/uploads/wallpapers/400x300/127efe7fc569acb3882067da2165db4c.jpeg

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

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

http://www.hahadot.com/thumb/fly-advice.jpg

[another bob]

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

how do you do that?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


:yo:

[Calz]

My biopsy is scheduled for Thursday.


Hoping all goes well for you.

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

http://image.shutterstock.com/display_pic_with_logo/101458/101458,1202924399,2/stock-photo-goofy-smiley-with-bandaid-isolated-on-white-9411640.jpg

[Calz]

http://www.laughparty.com/funny-pictures/Heart-stripped-zebra-987.jpg

http://www.ilyke.net/uploads/2011/02/14/sub/2072-42.jpg

http://www.multyshades.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Vectors-vector-backgrounds-vector-wallpapers-32.jpg

http://www.hdwallpapers4ipad.com/_ph/11/622074701.jpg

[Borden]

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

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

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

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

[Borden]

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

CMBufJmTTSA

[Calz]

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

CMBufJmTTSA


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

http://roflrazzi.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/funny-celebrity-pictures-im-sorry-officer-are-you-sure-was-i-speeding.jpg

[Calz]

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

lYOoWCv_PYE

[songsfortheotherkind]

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

*laughing*

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


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

[Debra]

15884
15885
15886
15887

For a VERY SPECIAL SMURF :yu::yes4::wave:

[PurpleLama]

http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eOScFb1f16k/TaRB3wcBtLI/AAAAAAAAF5M/H3GI3mddZWs/s1600/quan_yin_eight02.jpg


I love Quan Yin.

http://projectavalon.net/forum4/attachment.php?attachmentid=10574&d=1318804171

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

[Debra]

15888


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

Take some extra kundalini along with you Bob ..
15889
And with it a BIG HUG ..
15890
Zebra x

[Dennis Leahy]

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dennis

[Calz]

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



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

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

:yo:

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

Rather amazing place it is ...

:cantina:

[another bob]

My one and only NDE and OBE experience came to me at that time, and it has taken me 30+ years to even have a sense of what it was about.


Brother, we share a lot in common in that regard. Since we're gathered here around the Pub hearth, here's another little tale that relates:


It was about 10 PM, and I was commuting from Boston to New York in late September of 1984. It had been a bumpy year, so to speak, and I was on the brink of a rather complex career turning point.

Earlier that afternoon, I had just retrieved my car from a Boston body shop after an unenviable encounter with a runaway bus in Cuban Harlem. This had been my second visit to that particular sheet metal doctor, who was kind enough to remind me, as I drove away, that "the third time is the charm". In retrospect, I must admit that these little clichés, floating around in the vast collective consciousness, have an odd way of validating themselves.

I was overly familiar with the stretch of highway that I was currently navigating, and mind had slipped into semi-automatic, entertaining the random road musings about God and mortgage payments, love and marriage, pasts and futures vying for attention, even as the breathless present was rushing to itself with arms wildly waving.

Glancing up, I noticed that I was approaching my designated exit along the Saw Mill Parkway. It had come up sooner than expected, punctuating my reveries. I checked the rear view mirror to see if I could move into the right lane to exit, and saw a pair of headlights in what seemed a good bit of distance behind me in the right lane. I felt comfortable about the lane switch, but as I began to cross over, I was rear-ended by the oncoming car, which had been moving at much faster speed than I had calculated. I was pushed into the guardrail to the right, then lost control and swerved through the rail on the left, plunging over the side of the mountain.

As I plummeted down the hillside, my visibility was thwarted by the darkness and the strobe-like streaks from my headlight beams as they bounced wildly off the onrushing landscape. The mind knew with complete certainty that "this was it." Not only was I about to die, but it was actually going to be really gruesome, with mangled crispy body parts and all the attendant horrors now swarming back from the 60's cautionary "Drivers Ed" films we had to sit through back in high school. An enormous fear raced through me on the wings of adrenaline – the primal survival response crushing up against sure knowledge of sheer ruin.

Suddenly I hit the bottom of the hill, but unlike the movie finale, I did not explode in a blazing fireball. Rather, my car catapulted up through the air, flipping over and over as it crossed the oncoming 2-lane highway. It continued air-borne across the service road, finally slamming into the side of the hill on the other side, where it proceeded to roll down a bit until it hung, teetering, on the edge of an embankment.

It must have been while I was in mid-air (although my recollected sense was that time itself had truly stopped) that the fear was swallowed up by a great silence. I had somehow been lifted out of the accident and into an infinite dark. This ebony silence was deeper than I had ever known and certainly beyond my feeble adjectives, and yet curiously "familiar", as if it had always been here, just behind the chitchat of everyday mind and presumed identity.

Spontaneously, there was a direct "knowing" that there was no death, but more to the point – it was self-evidently obvious that there had never been, nor could there ever be, the person I had taken myself to be. All that had been like a brief restless dream. There was no car, no accident, no trace of any reference point. There was no narrative or story line of "my life", any life, any world, any personal or collective history, any future. There was nothing to remember, nothing to forget, nothing to hope for. Alone, yet with no sense of lack or feeling of incompleteness -- nothing to be desired or avoided, accepted or rejected. A self-illuminating consciousness without object. Awareness -- boundless and inexpressible, vastness with no center, motionless, serenity with no opposite, and thus not even serenity – such words and phrases don't even touch it, and it went on forever, yet without even any sense of time.

Suddenly “I” was back in the crushed driver's seat, my left foot had pierced through the floor board of the car, and was dangling shoeless in the air over the embankment, shattered. People were milling about, sharing their disbelief that someone could have survived such a disaster! I was barely aware of them, just in shock from having entered into time and form once more – what a strange and bizarre experience: body, mind, self-sense! The only comparable events had happened to me early in life, at the ages of two and then again at 8, but nothing as dramatic as this.

I was engulfed in tears, but these tears had nothing to do with the accident, or survival, or relief to be essentially in one piece. I hardly cared about any of that at this point, like last night’s dream. These tears were tears of gratitude, and yet I didn’t even know what I was grateful for – just an endless gratitude for what I had been shown, but also tinged with a bit of grief at having been shrunk back down to this ridiculous human level.

An interesting postscript to that event was brought to my attention later by friends. Several reported intense experiences of Presence timed to that very night. Another, who was sitting hospital vigil with her husband in the final stages of his terminal illness, reported that -- at around 10 PM that night -- she was overwhelmed by a brilliant streak of light which shone through her heart and into and around her husband for several minutes. By the next day he had recovered completely from his illness, much to the bewilderment of the medical staff.

After the incident, however, I found that my interest in spirituality in general had fundamentally dissolved. I went through the motions for several months, but had a hard time raising any enthusiasm for that game any longer. Moreover, it seemed as if I had even fallen into a semi-amnesia about the experience itself. Coming back into the body was such a step down in awareness that I felt as if I had gone through a lobotomy just to be human again. It would take many years to process the experience and its implications.

Thus began a long period in my life (about 15 years) where I just totally got into the ordinary world (although I did continue zen meditation), focusing on career, spending time travelling around the globe, just soaking up other cultures and exploring the human experience in all its variety, enjoying all that incarnated life had to offer. That period came to an end with a big bang when I was out for a walk one day during a lunch break, and out of nowhere was suddenly knocked down to my knees and pierced at the heart by the Divine Mother.

This was to be the beginning of an emotional opening that paved the way for meeting my Beloved again, and that’s when things got really interesting!

:yo:

[songsfortheotherkind]

I love Quan Yin.

http://projectavalon.net/forum4/attachment.php?attachmentid=10574&d=1318804171

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

years ago I found a stunning poster of a statue of Quan Yin; it was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. I use this pic when I'm making certain Ormus.

Lovely altar. :)

[PurpleLama]

http://projectavalon.net/forum4/attachment.php?attachmentid=15539&d=1334354051

This one looks pretty different, these days. Since my youngun started climbing and walking, most of this has moved to the mantle.

[Debra]

....
That period came to an end with a big bang when I was out for a walk one day during a lunch break, and out of nowhere was suddenly knocked down to my knees and pierced at the heart by the Divine Mother.

This was to be the beginning of an emotional opening that paved the way for meeting my Beloved again, and that’s when things got really interesting!

:yo:


Bob, I am hanging on the end of my seat here! Extraordinary.

What happened, next?

[PurpleLama]

http://projectavalon.net/forum4/attachment.php?attachmentid=15905&d=1335300279

[Debra]

Hey Purple Lama,
Cool photo.
What is that you have in the white fish shaped saucer?

[PurpleLama]

It is a mixture of resins made by a close witchy friend of mine, the mixture is called Gloria, and contains frankencense, myrrh, dragons blood, and at least one other ingredient I am not sure about. She got me started with burning resin incense, although now I buy the resins in bulk from her, and I make my own blends. I will make a dragons blood, frank, myrrh and mix in some sea salt for a little extra oomph. That photo was taken over a year ago, the altar has been much altered since an incident last november which exposed all of the crystals buried under the mound of wax.

[another bob]

....
That period came to an end with a big bang when I was out for a walk one day during a lunch break, and out of nowhere was suddenly knocked down to my knees and pierced at the heart by the Divine Mother.

This was to be the beginning of an emotional opening that paved the way for meeting my Beloved again, and that’s when things got really interesting!

:yo:


Bob, I am hanging on the end of my seat here! Extraordinary.

What happened, next?


Alright, but before I go on, I need to introduce my Beloved -- the Darling of my heart. I've already posted some of this material in other threads since I've been on this forum, but am including it here to provide a more complete picture.

It began for her when she was 2 years old, just as it did for me, but her experience was quite different than mine had been. One morning she was sitting out in the open field behind her house, when a voice from all directions - the earth, the sky, the hills, everywhere -- spoke to her with these words: "I Am". The words carried with them a component of unconditional love and assurance, and she was filled with an indescribable ecstasy.

When she was 4 years old, and Easter came around, her mother had just dressed her up especially for that Holiday. She was even given a little purse to carry, empty but pretty. That glorious morning, she wandered out into the fields behind her house, fields alive with bee balm and wildflowers and the buzz of spring bees. At a certain point, the light became incredibly bright, the sounds of the bees grew lounder, and as she looked up, a Being of Light stood suddenly before her. It was garbed in a robe, shining bright white, with a hood, and emanated the most intense vibration of unconditional love. They stood there communing for some time, and then the Being vanished, but only after reminding her, "I am always with you". Then the light and sounds returned to normal. My Mate recognized this Being as the same one who had appeared to her two years prior in invisible form, proclaiming from all directions, "I Am". As she walked back to her house, she thought to look in her purse, and inside she found 3 shiny new pennies that had not been there when she first walked out into the field. For her, it was the most delightful treasure!

Later that same year, she was molested for the first time by her uncle. Several years later, she was again molested by her dentist. Not long after that, a Grey appeared in her room one night, and approached her bed. At the time, she thought it was some intruder with a motorcycle helmet on, and hid under the covers. She felt the being sit down on the bed, felt the bed squeak with the added weight, and the next thing she knew it was the morning of the next day. She told her parents about the person with the helmet, but they passed it off as a dream. Several nights later, she was visited by another being, a tall darkly-robed figure, but not the same one from her Easter experience. This one took her to a hill, where she was able to view the sky. When he pointed upward, she saw that the sky was filled with thousands of spaceships, as big as cities, and they were preparing for some kinds of battle. Up to this time, she had never known anything about spaceships, having been raised in relative rural poverty, without tv or trips to the movies.

At the age of 9, she was stricken with the most severe form of Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis, for which she was subjegated to the barbaric and primitive medical procedures of the time. She was forced to undergo hip replacements on both hips, which failed and needed to be re-done, necessitating months at a time of hospitalization. Prior to the onset of the disease, she had been a top athlete, and extremely popular with her peers. After she was stricken, she was made an outcast, with the cruelty born of fear that the herd can inflict on those with apparent weakness.

During that time, she developed a rare infection called Stevens-Johnsons Syndrome, which is usually 100% fatal. Somehow, by grace, she survived being manhandled by thoughtless physicians and ridiculous treatments. The horror stories she has shared of that time would curdle your blood! Somehow, she survived, although the disease would continue to progress, rendering her nights and days a perpetual torture. She was only given aspirin, and took so much she developed a bad case of tintinitus. Once, on her way to treatment, she was abducted at knifepoint, beaten, and raped. The perp was never apprehended.

By now, she had become a "cutter", multilating herself with razors, and at one point was locked up in a psyche ward, where she was forced to endure unbelievable cruelties. Eventually she took a large dose of pills in an attempt to end her miserable life. She was discovered and taken to the hospital, but was pronounced dead. During that time, she entered into the light, was shown the bigger picture, and sent back. Once back in the body, she remained in a coma for three days, and then made a full recovery from the poisoning.

On the basis of the NDE, she plunged headlong into a deep inquiry, and although the Arthritis continued its crippling progress, she took up a form of spiritual practice called Kriya Yoga, was initiated by a direct disciple of Yogananda, and had many, many mystical experiences, in the course of which, she was given some extraordinary realizations.

She devoted as much time as possible to the practice over the next few years, although by now she had married and birthed 2 daughters (she's actually in the medical record books as being only the second person with a double hip replacement to deliver children). Her first husband died prematurely, and she was left penniless, and eventually homeless, all the while forced to endure an ever-worsening pain situation. In fact, she was in constant agony, and yet was forced to depend on a soup kitchen for nourishment for herself and her children.

Eventually, she joined up with a couple of other poor souls and found some meager lodging. She was able to get some minimal state assistance, and attempted to go to college, but the disease was implacable, and she was forced to drop that plan. During that time, two men abducted her at gunpoint, took her to a remote location in a van, and visciously raped her once again. This time, however, something happened. Instead of fear and revulsion, her heart melted and she instantly forgave them in the midst of the attack. She said that she felt an overwhelming love and understanding rise up in her heart, and although they had intended to kill her and dump her body, they instead drove her back and let her go free.

From there she increased her inquiry, plunging deep into her own being, and actually began using the constant agonizing pain as a prod to go deeper, until finally she underwent a profound awakening experience, in which she recognized that she was not the body, but rather, the source of all love itself. This experience was only the beginning of her spiritual transformation, and although there was no let-up from the pain, her position relative to the pain had changed, and she settled deeper and deeper into her true nature and divine condition.

When I first met her, ten years ago now, I knew instantly that she was my immortal Bleoved. We had shared many lives together, and were here now to complete something that had begun in pre-existence. I left everything immediately to be with her, including nearly a million dollars of assets. Within a month of first contact, we were living together, and extraordinary experiences and synchronicities began showering on us in a constant stream of amazing grace.

Wanting to be done with any distraction, we built a cabin high in the Northern Cascade Mountain range, and undertook an intense period of three years of uninterrupted spiritual investigation together, 24/7. What an amazing experience! I watched over time as she continued her rapid transformation. It began manifesting physically. For example, whatever tree or plant she touched began to blossom. I've attempted to document some of that on my photo website: http://www.pbase.com/1heart

Then I noticed birds and animals from all over would come right up to be near her. As time progressed, I found that, by merely entering into her near proximity, I myself would be plunged into a mindless ecstasy, my knees would literally buckle, and I could hardly catch my breath. This forced me in turn to go deeper, opening myself more and more to the power of that same love, melting down one level of resistence after another, until I was able to simply embrace her physical form without passing out.

We began to document this time through poetry, since it seemed the only written language that was appropos for sharing with our friends. Much of what I wrote is posted on my blog "Feeling to Infinity", while hers is scattered over several sites at Yahoo Groups in which we had participated. We wrote a book together, which is currently unpublished, called "The Missing Three Hundred Poems of Han Shan".

Remakable experiences and events have continued to occur, too numerous to document. We mostly find ourselves just shaking our heads and smiling to each other. There are many things I cannot write about even here -- there just are no suitable words, and anyway they are between her and I, as they were meant to be, but I did want to share something of what our life has been like, and how we just go deeper and deeper together, with no pause or retreat.

Although she has suffered more than any other human I've even known, she is now the happiest person I've ever been privileged to meet. Moreover, the innocent child-like joy she takes in even the most common things in life never ceases to delight me. Yes, she continues to suffer mightily from the deteriorating disease, sometimes moaning out in agony, and yet at the same time she will share that she has never been happier, because she knows that she is nothing but love, pure unconditional love, and that is where her true identity remains, even in the midst of unspeakable physical distress, and her free bliss permeates our life, and those whom she touches remember that touch always.

[Cerridwen]

I keep typing different sentences in response, Bob, but they just don't sound right. So, I'll just stop and say thank you for sharing those amazing stories of yours and your beloved.

[songsfortheotherkind]

This song can still bring me to my knees in tears, and just did.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KAUuqy09mOs

[Calz]

Alright, but before I go on
...



http://www.johnlund.com/images/3D-Cat-movie-theater.jpg

[Dennis Leahy]

It's hard for me to see the keyboard, Bob. The Brits have a better word for what I'm feeling than the standard US dictionary: gobsmacked.

I am honored that you opened up to share yourself, and your beloved. I will read her story to my beloved, who has endured breast cancer and 3 separate brain surgeries.

Your mention of Yogananda's disciple and Kriya Yoga made me think of when (after reading Autobiography of a Yogi) I went to the Self Realization Fellowship in Encinitas, and walked the grounds, with the intent to join. I don't know what I was expecting to sense (Yogananda was already long gone - in spirit form), but I felt nothing and walked away. Oddly, from that point, I assumed I'd never really find out what Yogananda's Kriya Yoga was like, and never pursued it again. Didn't really hear the word again until Kundalini, where Kriya is a more generic word, describing a 'set' or combination of some specific poses, exercises, or chants.

I drifted away from any thoughts that I'd ever be touched by Yogananda. A few years later, I cut the very tip of a finger off on a tablesaw (no bone missing, but all the flesh down to the bone.) I asked Yogananda, Babaji, and Lin Chi to please help me grow the tip back. (The ER doc said I would get skin back, but that the muscle would not regenerate.) Of course, it grew back - with muscle - and is nearly indistinguishable from the other fingertips. Hard to play guitar, pushing down on steel strings, without a fingertip pad. So, I invoked some big healing help.

We have a bit of synchronicity, though my experiences gently touch some of the subjects you could write a book about - and your skill with words - the poetry in your prose - is humbling.

My only journey over a cliff was in the Rockies, only about 75 feet and stuck like a lawn dart in the snow below. No rollover or OBE, but there was a bit of humor involved: I'll not forget the lyrics of the Pink Floyd song that was playing while we were launching: "Life is a short warm moment, and death is a long cold rest." I guess it wasn't time - just a reminder.

Dennis

[songsfortheotherkind]

It's taken me awhile to gather things to me enough to know how to respond to your posts, bob, and I've had to sleep on it for awhile. In your writing I recognise that I'm seeing a universe and way of Being that I simply and profoundly do not experience or understand. I know that the multiverse is well able to absorb these profound differences, I'm not uncomfortable with the existence of such different universes- I'm just aware that, at least to the kind of universe that exists in the majority here in this reality, such comfortability with vastly differing universes is untenable and not easily understood.

Thank you for sharing your world and your experience. I truly have nothing that I can say in response, because it's so powerful a place of Being, and there are sometimes no words that are necessary or adequate. What can I say in response to you, given that we are looking at one another from different realities? I can simply Shine towards your own sui generis, and that of your Beloved, and let my own Shine fully expand like outstretched wings in salute and recognition of two Beings who are truly living into their experience and pure frequency.

Something I have observed about those I love so much here in the Pub, your Self included, is that we all come from such powerful places in one way or another- we are a band that is drawing together and revealing its Self to be known to one another, vastly different as we are. Someone asked me last night did I think that this was so and I said absolutely- I do not resonate to such things being mere coincidence, and I know that in my own case I am seeing the coalescence of a gathering of Beings that know how to carry their own unique signal in power and beauty. It reminds me of long, long ago, before the noise, when this vision of a multiversal planet was first born, and the gathering of Beings from all over the multiverse that came together to craft something so sublime and unique that the All glowed even more brightly.

Just for the triggering of that memory alone, I thank you. For reminding me that there is profound beauty in the most vastly differing of experiences and sui generis, I am grateful again; here in this Pub I am finding the signal of a multi level of ways of Being that I haven't experienced in practice on this planet for eons. I am inspired to keep going because of the peaceful and powerful co-existence of all these different realities; it demonstrates clearly that it is truly possible that divergence of such magnitude can peacefully live side by side.

I wonder how far the range of the frequency we're holding in this place will travel... :)

http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/171780/fallen-angel-wings-image-31005.jpg

[songsfortheotherkind]

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[PurpleLama]

'Few now remember them, yet still some go wandering, sons of forgotten kings walking in loneliness, guarding from evil things folk that are heedless.'
The hobbits did not understand his words, but as he spoke they had a vision as it were of a great expanse of years behind them, like a vast shadowy plain over which there strode shapes of Men, tall and grim with bright swords, and last came one with a star on his brow.
--p 201

[Calz]

Payday ... I have yet another dime for the jukebox. http://www.pic4ever.com/images/money1.gif

Theme song nominee for the Pub ... "Thank You For Letting Me Be Myself Again" ...

http://www.pic4ever.com/images/mocantina.gifhttp://www.pic4ever.com/images/treeswing.gifhttp://www.pic4ever.com/images/pirates5B15D_th.gif


MmCMm5SN2ok

[Borden]

Bob, I can't help feeling that the pub has been somewhat stilled in wanting to hear more from you. I don't blame it.

I am fascinated by your experiences, and your insights. I want to hear more too, and I'm well aware that while you were flying off a cliff and not only having a profound time of it but appreciating your profound time of it, I was fifteen, and totally alone with my inner world. I didn't fully engage the insights I'd had, because they didn't seem to make sense in the 'real' world. However, I couldn't engage the 'real' world, because that didn't make sense to me either. So I hid from, or ignored, both. I often engaged the worst of both worlds. In some ways I still do.

I have a natural respect for my elders, which has taken severe beatings over the years. When I encounter someone who is alive in their wisdom though, rather than simply weathered by repeated idiot experience - the idealized world I once imagined makes some sense again. I'm no kid myself now, and I have experiences that have changed me and taught me and continue to do so. I'm still and will always be a child, and that's what I see in you too. I won't even bother clumsily clarifying that the thing about you being a child is meant with genuine and enormous respect. Oh, too late.

As different children, we have had different experiences, and we have responded differently to them. You have more experience, and I think you are far more coherent and less conflicted than I have been. I wonder how you were at my age, and had you been writing here at that time, what it would be like. When I read some of your posts, and what you've written about your beloved, I'm awed. I want to know what I will write when I'm your age. And now I will stop banging on about our ages, because you're not that bloody old, and I'm well aware that although time is treacle when you're a teenager ... when I dozed off for twenty minutes this afternoon I was about thirty.

I know I can tell you the thought I sometimes have. I know you'll understand that there's no conflict or judgment involved, only hunger to see more, know more, share more - not to impose or have imposed upon me. I would love to know what you make of this thought, and I know that you'll know that too.

The universe is not happening to me. I am happening to the universe.

[another bob]

We have a bit of synchronicity...

Indeed we do, Brother, and it's wonderful that we can share them with each other here in this lovely atmosphere of the Pub! Thank you so much for your kind generosity in responding with such heart-felt comments, which are very much appreciated!

:yo:

[another bob]

Bob, I can't help feeling that the pub has been somewhat stilled in wanting to hear more from you. I don't blame it.

I am fascinated by your experiences, and your insights. I want to hear more too, and I'm well aware that while you were flying off a cliff and not only having a profound time of it but appreciating your profound time of it, I was fifteen, and totally alone with my inner world. I didn't fully engage the insights I'd had, because they didn't seem to make sense in the 'real' world. However, I couldn't engage the 'real' world, because that didn't make sense to me either. So I hid from, or ignored, both. I often engaged the worst of both worlds. In some ways I still do.

I have a natural respect for my elders, which has taken severe beatings over the years. When I encounter someone who is alive in their wisdom though, rather than simply weathered by repeated idiot experience - the idealized world I once imagined makes some sense again. I'm no kid myself now, and I have experiences that have changed me and taught me and continue to do so. I'm still and will always be a child, and that's what I see in you too. I won't even bother clumsily clarifying that the thing about you being a child is meant with genuine and enormous respect. Oh, too late.

As different children, we have had different experiences, and we have responded differently to them. You have more experience, and I think you are far more coherent and less conflicted than I have been. I wonder how you were at my age, and had you been writing here at that time, what it would be like. When I read some of your posts, and what you've written about your beloved, I'm awed. I want to know what I will write when I'm your age. And now I will stop banging on about our ages, because you're not that bloody old, and I'm well aware that although time is treacle when you're a teenager ... when I dozed off for twenty minutes this afternoon I was about thirty.

I know I can tell you the thought I sometimes have. I know you'll understand that there's no conflict or judgment involved, only hunger to see more, know more, share more - not to impose or have imposed upon me. I would love to know what you make of this thought, and I know that you'll know that too.

The universe is not happening to me. I am happening to the universe.



This is really so very fine, Thank you so much, Brother, and so my response must be with a poem, written quite some time ago, perhaps when I was your age:


With a heart of original innocence, there is a spirit child wandering, happy, through the effortless wonder of this dream-fleshed world.

In the transparent body of this child, there is no collapse of attention into fantasies of knowing, since all is experienced as the ecstatic condition of the limitlessness Unknown.

A sweet pulse of light radiates from this child in all directions, filling empty space with the intoxicating song of itself.

When our ears truly hear, this is the sound they hear -- the sound of light -- cascading through the fathomless depth and breadth of its own, our own, mystery.

We can see this light, our own bright beauty, when our eyes have been washed clean with the Love flowering awake within us and beyond us.

Such a wonderful light has always surrounded us! We are never apart from this light, even in the play of shadows -- even when we believe that we’re divided from ourselves.

It is the light of us all, holding us all, kissing us all with the unspeakable Bliss of our own shining being.

Any resistance to the light is so poignant, for when we have at last exhausted our ammunition in the war with ourselves, when grace softens and melts our hard-heartedness, then how happy is this light to remember that is has never been other than its own sublime luminosity!

At last we will see, this child is us -- laughing, weeping, shining, singing. Our ears will become so happy, because they will see this light. Our eyes will become happy, because they will hear this song – the song of the child, the child that we are, once we’ve cast off the weight of beliefs and awaken to our own innocence.

:yo:

[Borden]

I knew you wouldn't let me down, Bob. Thank you for showing me something beautiful.

You know what my total response is. As this child, in this joy ... what a worthy creator I will be.

[another bob]

Thank you for sharing your world and your experience. I truly have nothing that I can say in response, because it's so powerful a place of Being, and there are sometimes no words that are necessary or adequate. What can I say in response to you, given that we are looking at one another from different realities? I can simply Shine towards your own sui generis, and that of your Beloved, and let my own Shine fully expand like outstretched wings in salute and recognition of two Beings who are truly living into their experience and pure frequency.http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/171780/fallen-angel-wings-image-31005.jpg

Ah, my first post in reply was eaten by the gremlins, so I'll try again . . .

When you first appeared here at Avalon, Dear Songstress, I recognized immediately a presence that, though clearly originating from a different corner of the garden, nevertheless thoroughly embodies the qualities of clear insight, relentless courage, honest determination, and creative imagination that I have come to so appreciate in this murky saha world of plastic boots and plastic hats. Your inspiring "signal" serves as a beacon, and I feel lucky to be able to participate in this bright experiment you've initiated here with the Pub. I expect it will flourish, because that's what our hearts truly yearn for, a communion that can fully appreciate each's sui generis nature, and celebrate the uniqueness as well as the commonality.

Deep Bows!


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[Calz]

A little cheesy I suspect ... so who gives a damn???

A salute to the Pub Patrons ... too many to name ... for right now those with "an other" in their names (or something like that).


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[another bob]

A little cheesy I suspect ... so who gives a damn???

A salute to the Pub Patrons ... too many to name ...



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Calz, we're all lucky indeed to have a Friend like you!

:yo:

[Borden]

All this Sui Generis and lack of judgment is lovely of course ... but let's not go overboard.

Dammit, dammit, dammit ... that was an epic fail.

You would have laughed at my picture, I promise.

Right ... this had better work. I had to ask a girl for help.

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[Calz]

All this Sui Generis and lack of judgment is lovely of course ... but let's not go overboard.



Suit yourself mate ...

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All this Sui Generis and lack of judgment is lovely of course ... but let's not go overboard.

Dammit, dammit, dammit ... that was an epic fail.

You would have laughed at my picture, I promise.

No problemo ... we laughed at your epic fail we did ...

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[another bob]

All this Sui Generis and lack of judgment is lovely of course ... but let's not go overboard.

Dammit, dammit, dammit ... that was an epic fail.

You would have laughed at my picture, I promise.


I entered the url and replaced the **** with the intended word, which worked.

Here's the flower's response:


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[Calz]

All this Sui Generis and lack of judgment is lovely of course ... but let's not go overboard.

Dammit, dammit, dammit ... that was an epic fail.

You would have laughed at my picture, I promise.


I entered the url and replaced the **** with the intended word, which worked.

Here's the flower's response:


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... and that's why you are ... another bob ... :hail:

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[Borden]

So now Bob and Calz are picking on me because I'm a novice pic Ninja. Look at that little guy in the stripy jumper ... are you trying to make him cry?

[Calz]

So now Bob and Calz are picking on me because I'm a novice pic Ninja. Look at that little guy in the stripy jumper ... are you trying to make him cry?


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Familiarity breeds contempt (and you *know* I love you man :wub: )

[another bob]

Look at that little guy in the stripy jumper ... are you trying to make him cry?



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[Calz]

Look at that little guy in the stripy jumper ... are you trying to make him cry?



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You know bob of another kind ... only a man who has found a twin flame partner that eminates such love that it makes you drop to your knees just to be in the proximity ... could conjure up such a disgusting one as that.

:hail:

You are again crowned the champion ...

... and again we all (I think I can speak for others on this one) are pulling for you tomorrow.

[another bob]

You know bob of another kind ... only a man who has found a twin flame partner that eminates such love that it makes you drop to your knees just to be in the proximity ... could conjure up such a disgusting one as that.

:hail:

You are again crowned the champion ...

... and again we all (I think I can speak for others on this one) are pulling for you tomorrow.


Thanks, Calz!

BTW, I was going to post another strange one in response to your cat that makes one's head explode, but it's so explicit that now I'm feeling a bit shy . . .


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[Borden]

Look at that little guy in the stripy jumper ... are you trying to make him cry?



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Thanks, Bob. I knew I wasn't feeling disturbed enough. I'm much better now.

[another bob]

Thanks, Bob. I knew I wasn't feeling disturbed enough. I'm much better now.


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[Calz]

Right ... this had better work. I had to ask a girl for help.

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OMG!!!

You naughty naughty nanoo nyukee :tsk:

Shame on you!!! http://www.pic4ever.com/images/shame.gif

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[Borden]

Blimey, Calz ... how did you find David Bowie's cat so quickly?

And I keep telling you I'm not a Nanoo Nyukee ...

And what is your and Bob's secret with this pic Ninja prowess? Could it perchance be ...

http://www.lolbrary.com/content/283/omfg-8283.jpg

[Calz]

Blimey, Calz ... how did you find David Bowie's cat so quickly?

And I keep telling you I'm not a Nanoo Nyukee ...

And what is your and Bob's secret with this pic Ninja prowess? Could it perchance be ...

http://www.lolbrary.com/content/283/omfg-8283.jpg


Truth be told ... that was one of the few things I managed to avoid growing up ...

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[Borden]

Well, me too ... didn't we miss out though? I hear it's really inexpensive and makes people attractive, clever and engaging. I've had to make do with unbelievable amounts of coffee.

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[another bob]

Well, me too ... didn't we miss out though? I hear it's really inexpensive and makes people attractive, clever and engaging. I've had to make do with unbelievable amounts of coffee.

http://images.esellerpro.com/2486/I/144/1/medu_20260840_Dean%20Morris%20Cards_Coasters_omfg-i-need-coffee-omg-coaster-drinks-mat.jpg

Try the Power of Meow:



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[Calz]

Well, me too ... didn't we miss out though? I hear it's really inexpensive and makes people attractive, clever and engaging. I've had to make do with unbelievable amounts of coffee.

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You are talking to an overnight shift worker about coffee???

You sure you didn't some of this???:

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[songsfortheotherkind]

Look at that little guy in the stripy jumper ... are you trying to make him cry?

I am so not reposting that pic, bob!


by Grabthar's hammer, sporking me in the eye!

[PurpleLama]

As my own personal experience has been exceptionally vivid as of late, I've not been posting much. I must say, however how bob's sharing has been an irregular reflection of the depth of it, much like the reflection upon the rippling pond.

Thanks bob, now we are even. My heart to yours and back to mine, again, my friend. Thanks, bob.

I did have a full on pub experience in dreamland. Mostly entailed mod and I cutting up and lots of laughter. Such fun.

[songsfortheotherkind]

*sits back with her Pan Galactic and watches the men pic flurry as a response to the previous intimacy*

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[another bob]

Thanks bob, now we are even. My heart to yours and back to mine, again, my friend. Thanks, bob.




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[Calz]

The *Real* Ishtar???
...

[perhaps inside jokes remain unspoken save to only a few ... goodnight sweet pub]

[listened to my own advice regarding remaining unspoken I should have ... sorry]

[songsfortheotherkind]

The *Real* Ishtar???

Tell us all mighty wizard of the purple cloth ... what shall be done to rid ourselves of the *unreal* version???


Congratulations! You win the 'wtf is he talking about?' award for the evening!

I have no clue. I shall blame the sleep dep. :D

[another bob]

*sits back with her Pan Galactic and watches the men pic flurry as a response to the previous intimacy*

Perhaps we can see that humor among friends can be yet another form of intimacy -- there is no limit on our loving now, except what we might impose in fits of self-consciousness.

[Calz]

Another wizard of another color could help ... but unless you can extract it from me while I sleep ... it appears we have yet another hanger to wait for.

:wizard:

[so many forums and so little time ...]

[another bob]

The *Real* Ishtar???


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[Calz]

The *Real* Ishtar???


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Sorry ... a virus that it appears has not entered into this space yet ... and that's a good thing.

Really need to sleep now (about 4 hours ago ...)

[Cerridwen]

The *Real* Ishtar???

Tell us all mighty wizard of the purple cloth ... what shall be done to rid ourselves of the *unreal* version???


Congratulations! You win the 'wtf is he talking about?' award for the evening!

I have no clue. I shall blame the sleep dep. :D

I'm so glad I didn't take a drink of my tea before reading that! It would have been spewed it all over the computer. :lol: I swear I was thinking the exact same thing.

[Debra]

Tonight, it´s FIRE. One in our forest ...

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.. the other, i Spania!

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this last one .. a little after thought. I feel the care tonight around the multi verse xxx

[PurpleLama]

Well.... The cat in my avatar is named...

*drumroll*

Ishtar.


There may be some underlying joke directed primarily at modwiz in reference to someone who is purportedly the reincarnation of my kitty's namesake and who might have had some past conflict with another of mod's friends.

[another bob]

this last one .. a little after thought. I feel the care tonight around the multi verse xxx


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[songsfortheotherkind]

Sorry ... a virus that it appears has not entered into this space yet ... and that's a good thing.

It is indeed- because we don't want to have bring out our anti-virus defense mechanisms now, do we?

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[another bob]

we don't want to have bring out our anti-virus defense mechanisms now, do we?


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[Cerridwen]

Well.... The cat in my avatar is named...

*drumroll*

Ishtar.


There may be some underlying joke directed primarily at modwiz in reference to someone who is purportedly the reincarnation of my kitty's namesake and who might have had some past conflict with another of mod's friends.

Thank you, PL. I think that kinda clears things up. *Still scratching her head* Cute kitty. Mine is black and white also, but not as fluffy.

[Calz]

Well.... The cat in my avatar is named...

*drumroll*

Ishtar.


There may be some underlying joke directed primarily at modwiz in reference to someone who is purportedly the reincarnation of my kitty's namesake and who might have had some past conflict with another of mod's friends.

Thank you, PL. I think that kinda clears things up. *Still scratching her head* Cute kitty. Mine is black and white also, but not as fluffy.

Would never say anything smurfy about a cat ... and should not have suggested anything smurfy at all ... :tape:

Not worthy of explanation and the very few who would appreciate will not likely see it ... my bad.

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[songsfortheotherkind]

we don't want to have bring out our anti-virus defense mechanisms now, do we?

I'm not reposting this one either, bob

*grinning* Personally I think I'd rather stick with Ruby Rod.

[another bob]

we don't want to have bring out our anti-virus defense mechanisms now, do we?

I'm not reposting this one either, bob

*grinning* Personally I think I'd rather stick with Ruby Rod.



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[songsfortheotherkind]

Would never say anything smurfy about a cat ... and should not have suggested anything smurfy at all ... :tape:

Not worthy of explanation and the very few who would appreciate will not likely see it ... my bad.

Hey, it's all good- everyone has bad hair days

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if Borden and I can fight here, and I can haz meltdowns, why can't everyone else? Although some things are just never a good look-

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[songsfortheotherkind]

*sits back with her Pan Galactic and watches the men pic flurry as a response to the previous intimacy*

Perhaps we can see that humor among friends can be yet another form of intimacy -- there is no limit on our loving now, except what we might impose in fits of self-consciousness.

*settles down on the nearest couch with a brief flap of wings, grinning*

Let us be without self-consciousness, absolutely- no room for that here, it just gets in the way of really interesting.

[Dennis Leahy]

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I'm not sure I should be reposting THAT, as it will undoubtedly trigger nightmares in someone.

Well, we all know about the trick of saying, "do not think of an elephant", guaranteeing almost everyone will immediately visualize an elephant.

So, Bob, do not think of this animated GIF when you see the doctor's face tomorrow.

:~)

Dennis
p.s. Have a deep trance, and a perfect outcome!

[Calz]

Good news about another bob Pub patrons :thumb:

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[PurpleLama]

Blessings for bob on this day

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[Cerridwen]

Extra love and light being sent out to Bob today!

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For the last several nights, after crawling into bed, I’ve been thinking about each of the pub regulars. I’ve been telling mySelf that I’d like to go ‘visit’ all of you wonderful folks and that I’d like to remember the experience in the morning.

I’m not sure how the first part of my plan is working yet, because the remembering part has failed so far. I’m not worried or upset, I’ll just keep at each night. :) So, please don’t be offended or freaked out if a happy, but confused, short woman with long, dark, curly hair, wearing a black nightgown with pink polka dots, keeps showing up every night/ day (depending on where in the world you are). It’s me and I’m just practicing. If I show up at an inconvenient time, just ask me to leave, and I’ll try my best to figure out how. *Laughs at herself*

Oh, and if I do show up, and you remember, please, please, please, let me know. It would be nice to know I’m doing something correctly.

[PurpleLama]

Could this be an other bob? Nope, it's another bob. If only they knew. Irreverence is the salt that makes life taste better. Love to bob, again and again. Posting this, then off to find something deep and meaningful. I know just the thing, if it be on you toob.

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This song has been stuck in my heart for over a week, now.

"I'm coming down the mountain, and I've been coming for some time,
I'm coming down the mountain, and this whole dark valley is mine."

[another bob]

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Just stopping off at the Pub for a quick one before the procedure, and to Thank you all so much for your kind thoughts and well wishes -- what a great bunch y'all are!


:yo:

[Dennis Leahy]

Moments ago, scanning through a few threads here at Avalon, I finally realized that I am in an asylum. I won't call it an 'insane' asylum, because sanity is fleeting, and subjective. I'm quite sure I belong, and that Bill Hicks was accurate in talking about 'the ride.'

If you have ever jumped off a cliff or out of a tall tree into the water, or jumped into a raging stream, you know that sense of aprehension mixed with excitement just before the leap. I do wish I could remember life between lives, and could recall the moment just before jumping into this incarnation. I wonder if I had profound thoughts, or just screamed "yeeeee haaaaa!"

Dennis

[Borden]

Either way's good for me, Dennis

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[Fred Steeves]

I do wish I could remember life between lives, and could recall the moment just before jumping into this incarnation. I wonder if I had profound thoughts, or just screamed "yeeeee haaaaa!"


Hi Dennis, I strongly suspect it's something like this:

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Cheers Mate,
Fred

[Katyani]

bob, here is a clip for you, with love and best wishes ~


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mS8ex3KbZzY

[songsfortheotherkind]

Could this be an other bob? Nope, it's another bob. If only they knew. Irreverence is the salt that makes life taste better. Love to bob, again and again. Posting this, then off to find something deep and meaningful. I know just the thing, if it be on you toob.

This song has been stuck in my heart for over a week, now.

"I'm coming down the mountain, and I've been coming for some time,
I'm coming down the mountain, and this whole dark valley is mine."

That is a seriously disturbing video. Ick.

[PurpleLama]

Could this be an other bob? Nope, it's another bob. If only they knew. Irreverence is the salt that makes life taste better. Love to bob, again and again. Posting this, then off to find something deep and meaningful. I know just the thing, if it be on you toob.

This song has been stuck in my heart for over a week, now.

"I'm coming down the mountain, and I've been coming for some time,
I'm coming down the mountain, and this whole dark valley is mine."

That is a seriously disturbing video. Ick.

Sorry about that, there is a better version there, now. I can't always listen to songs before posting, as you toob often does not play where I live in low reception land.

EDIT

I just watched it. That was kinda effed up.

[Debra]

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Look forward to seeing you back soon, our Friend :o

[I_Am]

Goo-glued Bladder Ball
:pleasantry:
as dictated by the Spirit of D Adams to the Medium I_Am the 8th of February 2011 (We apologize any stokastic errors in language, consensus or logic due to the erratic bandwidth over the medium medium...

In one of the less inspiring parts of the galaxy, reside a streak of completely meaningless and dull industrial areas, scarcely disposed by a cluster of either lukewarm or too intense stars, with rocky, grey planets and moons surrounding them. The main export product is semi-porous dull sand. If we had the ability to imagine the Earth not being vaporized by the cancelled Vogon intergalactic highway construction project, but hypothetically, a prosperous economy with interstellar trade contacts; well, then the Earth might have been an important importer of this dull sand, as it has great similarities with the so called cat litter, that was so frequently sold in the markets in the more well-off areas of the now completely destroyed planet. As the story goes in the galaxy at the present, without Earth and, of course, cats, the market of mineral poor sand is, to say the least, rather limited.

In this industrial area, is the lunch restaurant situated, which serves the most awfully tasting course the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy has been able to present: the Goo-glued Bladder Ball. The luncheonette is not presented with its name, however, referring to security reasons and, in the case of the Guide, quite an uncommon respect towards the physical health of the reader. In other words: if the reader feels a strong urge to, contrary to the following words of warning, try out the Goo-glued Bladder Ball, he/she/it must try to ask for the way (or follow the smell).

Consuming a Goo-glued Bladder Ball would follow a rather predictable process, described by the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy as follows:
The Guest is being served a plate with a yellowish, brownish ball the size of a so called walnut and of an undetermined texture. The Guest is however, immediately demanded of full payment, which often may be perceived a bit odd (and perhaps a bad omen) Anyway, the Ball is lifted with the fork (or other suitable cutlery) and, after due payment, most often happily and quickly consumed.
The guest: “Well, this wasn’t that…AAAAaaaaaahhhh! Oh GOD! AAaarrrgghhhh!”
The guest is now occupying the complete and utter attention from the other guests with the screams and spastic bodily movements for some minutes, before they realize what’s going on and return to minding their own business.
The invocation of Mr God seems oddly enough to go for all the guests, regardless their cosmic belongings; a strange fact that has initiated the production of quite a few academic essays and interesting scientific literature (i.e. “Goo-glued Bladder Ball, a road to cosmic enlightment?” by Dr Scholl Fussbett or “Religious revelations in fast food” by Götterblatt & Spit”.)
The Guest: “Mummy, come get me, help me!”
Depending on the descent of the Guest, this cry of course may allude to larvae-servant on duty, mitosis- or meiosis-partner or any other important being in the guest’s early childhood (but strangely enough, never father figures).
The Guest: “Death, Death, DEATH!”
A visitor who in this stage of the poor Guests agony and terror, might stumble into the lunch restaurant, could quite easily picture a scenario that the above described Lunch Guest now projects an immediate danger towards the other guests and, perhaps mainly, the staff. It would not be very farfetched to assume that the cries means threats of immediate mortally and unnecessary brutal violence against anyone who might be seated within the walls of the place. The fact of the matter is that the Lunch Guest only wishes his own quickly death; that this is the only imaginable way out from this unimaginably loathsome experience, which the guest in question is going through at this point.
The Guest: “Gurgle, gurgle, pant, pant, aaaaaaahhhhhh….” (Deep exhalation and then, unexpected and disturbing silence).
The Lunch Guest will now lie, seemingly lifeless on the, poorly cleaned floor (to say the least), soiled by the bodily fluids that was at the Lunch Guest’s disposal, mixed with spicy sauce and food substances from the restaurant which the guest happened to bring down with his uncontrollable spasms and in the inevitable and relieving fall into unconsciousness (and the onto the tiles).
One might believe that the Lunch Guest would be deceased by now, but this is mostly not the case; more likely the guest has entered a very deep state of comatose, from which he, with a little support by the local health services, probably will be restored from within a few days or months.

In one respect one might say that the choice of the Lunch Restaurant to cook and serve the Goo-glued Bladder Ball, still fulfils its purpose: the Lunch Guest will not feel hungry for a long, long time. In fact, most of those who have tasted this dish will not express any feelings of appetite whatsoever for many weeks (or decades).

As usual, the only ones equipped with any kind of metabolism stable enough (or lack thereof) that may help them survive the Goo-glued Bladder Ball are the sporadic visitors who actually come from the planet Earth.
Or, like George Hoverfield from Slough, (who through an unfortunate combination of strong sneeze, constipation and a stroke by lightning, in 1956 happened to be teleported to the Lunch Restaurant) expressed it:
“Rather OK actually. Perhaps not a gourmet experience, but quite OK. Can someone please pass the ketchup?”

[another bob]

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Look forward to seeing you back soon, our Friend :o

Thaks so much, Z -- I am back home now, with a very sore rectum, and so I will await the lab results, which should be revealed by next Wednesday. I did feel the humorous presence of all my friends during the procedure, which was mildly embarassing, what with being caught with my ass hanging out, and a probe poking my anal canal, but I also do appreciate the humility-bestowing nature of our vulnerable critterliness, and besides, it was nice having the companionship of a room full of giggling Pubsters (and Villagers)!


L'cheim!

[another bob]

Can someone please pass the ketchup?”

Hello! It's true that ketchup can often enhance otherwise taste-challenged fare.

Welcome to the Pub!

:yo:

[Fred Steeves]

I am back home now, with a very sore rectum, and so I will await the lab results, which should be revealed by next Wednesday. I did feel the humorous presence of all my friends during the procedure, which was mildly embarassing, what with being caught with my ass hanging out, and a probe poking my anal canal, but I also do appreciate the humility-bestowing nature of our vulnerable critterliness, and besides, it was nice having the companionship of a room full of giggling Pubsters (and Villagers)!


Hi Bob, glad it went...is "well" the word? Now we'll just deal with next Wednesday. And yes, we enjoyed hanging out with you and giggling in that lovely little room. By the way, nice ass brother!:shocked:

[another bob]

Hi Bob, glad it went...is "well" the word? Now we'll just deal with next Wednesday. And yes, we enjoyed hanging out with you and giggling in that lovely little room. By the way, nice ass brother!:shocked:

Careful, or you'll get Calz started . . .hehe!

Thanks for your Fred-ness, Brother!

:yo:

[PurpleLama]

When I posted the Mountain earlier, I would've like to have included also a song entitled Freedom. The mp3 I have has Freedom and The Mountain together. It fits. No you toob, so here's the words to Freedom:

last night i had the same old dream
i was running through fields of green
being chased by a little boy with a gun
i turned around and i saw his face
a shot was fired and the dream erased
i woke up burning on a funeral pyre
standing over me was my oldest son
swinging down a hammer 'til his work was done
turning this body to bones and these bones to dust
taking this dust in an old bird's nest
out into the water up to his chest
sinking that bird's nest down in the riverbed
i took the river out to the sea
until the storm clouds called for me
fell like rain on the soft southern soil
up from the bottom on the first downbeat
up through the congregations feet
up like the wind that shakes the leaves on the trees
up through the fingers of the gospel singers
up through the songs where the dead live on
up, up, up...

what did you lose, my friend?
what did you lose, my friend?

The Mountain:

I was waken late the other night
There was a bird trapped in my heart
I tried to open up and let it out
Before it tore my chest apart
I tossed and turned
I prayed for it to stop
I scratched my face and tore my sheets
But I was way too late, my heart was gone
And in its place these bird wings beat
I was waken from a day to day dream
There was a bird trapped in my mind
I tried to open up and let it out
But there was no use in trying
And where I once had a head full of thoughts
Of happiness and daily things
There is only strange darkness now
And in the darkness this bird sings
I'm coming down the mountain
I've been coming for some time
I'm coming down the mountain
And this whole dark valley is mine
Oh ballerina where have you gone
I've been dreaming of you
Honey where have you gone
Oh ballerina where have you gone
I've been dreaming of you
Since the day you were born


I was so intent in getting this posted, as these songs have so occupied my idle moments, when bob was writing of his beloved, I kept thinking "I've been dreaming of you since the day you were born."

As was related in good ol' Fred's dreams of avalon thread, I had many dreams of my wife, for seven lunar cycles, until I finally saw the woman in my dream's photograph. Needless to say, contact was made very soon after, and the rest, as they say, is history.

[another bob]

As was related in good ol' Fred's dreams of avalon thread, I had many dreams of my wife, for seven lunar cycles, until I finally saw the woman in my dream's photograph. Needless to say, contact was made very soon after, and the rest, as they say, is history.


gdLn-QhRSB4

[Calz]

Hi Bob, glad it went...is "well" the word? Now we'll just deal with next Wednesday. And yes, we enjoyed hanging out with you and giggling in that lovely little room. By the way, nice ass brother!:shocked:

Careful, or you'll get Calz started . . .hehe!

Thanks for your Fred-ness, Brother!

:yo:


Yes ... yes ... all Fred's fault this is ... http://www.pic4ever.com/images/129fs238648.gif

http://www.pakwatan.pk/wallpapers/funny/funny-monkey-wallpapers.jpg

[Calz]

Hmmmmm.

Have to wait until Wednesday we do????

Hrmmmppphhhh.

Another dime I find in my pocket for the juke box in tribute to an incredible soul.

Make him laugh we must.

Yes ... I was there in the etheric. Heard another bob's soul singing I did.

... This is the "End" ... beautiful friend(s at the Pub and Village).

... This is the "End" ... my only friend(s at Avalon) ... the "End" ...

Shoving mirth aside for just a moment ... please join me in offering another bob our love. You have brought so much beauty in so many ways into our lives. May you bask in health and happiness as long as your soul has work to do here.


ZDN9y2vTdUs

[another bob]

ZDN9y2vTdUs

Ah, my Friend, reminds me of the soundtrack in "Apocalypse Now" . . . Here's a little something about "the end" from my series, "Apocalypse Doll":


http://www.pbase.com/1heart/image/130872814


:yo:

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Here's one more, before bed:


THE END

The meeting of man and God must always mean a penetration and entry of the
Divine into the human and a self-immergence of man in the Divinity.

But that immergence is not in the nature of an annihilation. Extinction is
not the fulfillment of all this search and passion, suffering and rapture. The
game would never have been begun if that were to be its ending.

Delight is the secret. Learn of pure delight and thou shalt learn of God.

What then was the commencement of the whole matter? Existence that multiplied
itself for sheer delight of being and plunged into numberless trillions of
forms so that it might find itself innumerably.

And what is the middle? Division that strives towards a multiple unity,
ignorance that labours towards a flood of varied light, pain that travails towards the
touch of an unimaginable ecstasy. For all these things are dark figures and
perverse vibrations.

And what is the end of the whole matter? As if honey could taste itself and
all its drops together and all its drops could taste each other and each the
whole honeycomb as itself, so should the end be with God and the soul of man
and the universe.

~ Sri Aurobindo

[songsfortheotherkind]

http://www.innerfortune.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/the-kingdom-of-God-is-within-you.jpg

[Calz]

For the Pub Patrons learning to fly. http://www.pic4ever.com/images/fly2.gif

Not another bob ... been there ... done that ... but perhaps willing to grab a few of us laggers by the bootstraps ... http://www.pic4ever.com/images/vahidrk.gif


DrGuVa-4BVE

[songsfortheotherkind]

I just saw the worst male underwear, ever.

EVER.

Thanks, universe! I wasn't traumatised enough today, obviously, but that's taken care of things, cheers.

Seriously. WTF. May as well just call it cock in a sock and be done with it. Gorram image search engines.

[songsfortheotherkind]

For the Pub Patrons learning to fly. http://www.pic4ever.com/images/fly2.gif

Not another bob ... been there ... done that ... but perhaps willing to grab a few of us laggers by the bootstraps ... http://www.pic4ever.com/images/vahidrk.gif


DrGuVa-4BVE

This is my all time favourite Floyd song- in fact, it's the only Floyd song I like. Yay for this song! Yay for leveling up! Yay for getting our superpowers on!

[Borden]

Yay for 'safe search'.

One of the problems with super powers is that one's failed attempts to hurl oneself at the ground and miss can breed a contempt for the whole subject. Far safer to live in a world of belief only in the things we can experience with the basest of our faculties. Everybody else is doing it ... so it must be the sensible thing.

http://comps.fotosearch.com/bigcomps/BLD/BLD053/BLD079413.jpg

Bruised fools are mocked and despised by those who give all their power to the lowest common denominator and who will never fly.

[another bob]

DrGuVa-4BVE


A word from Neil . . .


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Bruised fools are mocked and despised by those who give all their power to the lowest common denominator and will never fly.


1Cin0QzuEss

[Borden]

Well done I_Am for channeling Douglas Adams ... and by the way, I went to an English all boys school some time in the late nineteen hundreds, and the Goo-Glued Bladder Ball was a twice weekly feature of the luncheon menu. This was before ketchup was even invented.

Well done Songsy for resorting to hunting around on the Internet for men in underwear just because I'm not around for a day or so.

Well done Calz for that brilliant newspaper page about Bob.

Well done Bob for allowing a strange man to poke around in your bottom. I hope he at least bought you dinner. And I hope and trust that all will be well by Wednesday. (And thanks for this excellent song I'm listening to while writing.)

Well done me for posting even while going through the sort of emotional rapid evolution that demands I be still and contemplative and down and that sort of thing. Stuff that.

[another bob]

Well done I_Am for channeling Douglas Adams ... and by the way, I went to an English all boys school some time in the late nineteen hundreds, and the Goo-Glued Bladder Ball was a twice weekly feature of the luncheon menu. This was before ketchup was even invented.

Well done Songsy for resorting to hunting around on the Internet for men in underwear just because I'm not around for a day or so.

Well done Calz for that brilliant newspaper page about Bob.

Well done Bob for allowing a strange man to poke around in your bottom. I hope he at least bought you dinner. And I hope and trust that all will be well by Wednesday. (And thanks for this excellent song I'm listening to while writing.)

Well done me for posting even while going through the sort of emotional rapid evolution that demands I be still and contemplative and down and that sort of thing. Stuff that.


http://i46.tinypic.com/34rg3dd.gif

[Dennis Leahy]

I just saw the worst male underwear, ever.

EVER.

Thanks, universe! I wasn't traumatised enough today, obviously, but that's taken care of things, cheers.

Seriously. WTF. May as well just call it cock in a sock and be done with it. Gorram image search engines.
If you search for

Borat slingshot

you will either laugh, or vomit.

Dennis

[songsfortheotherkind]

I just saw the worst male underwear, ever.

EVER.

Thanks, universe! I wasn't traumatised enough today, obviously, but that's taken care of things, cheers.

Seriously. WTF. May as well just call it cock in a sock and be done with it. Gorram image search engines.
If you search for

Borat slingshot

you will either laugh, or vomit.

Dennis

*looks over at you with suspicion* Are you about to banana hammock me, man?

[songsfortheotherkind]

=
If you search for

Borat slingshot

you will either laugh, or vomit.

Dennis

http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1124/1343110567_e1fa4e2a3d.jpg

While it is true that this is undeniably hideous, what sporked my eye earlier was way worse. Picture a microfibre condom embedded into underwear, complete with detailed foreskin contouring, and you'll be in the ballpark. Or the cock park, as it were, because it would have been way worse had the ball park been just as clearly delineated.

[songsfortheotherkind]

This, however, is just fantastic.

http://www.hanttula.com/media/uploads/neverwas-haul.jpg

http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dwFfJRu6EM/TFEZt9VSSgI/AAAAAAAAAFA/a7Gx-qlGMCc/s1600/neverwas_proposal_clip_image004.jpg

If I ever go to Burning Man in the US, this is the motorhome I want to go in.

[Cerridwen]

This, however, is just fantastic.

http://www.hanttula.com/media/uploads/neverwas-haul.jpg

http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8dwFfJRu6EM/TFEZt9VSSgI/AAAAAAAAAFA/a7Gx-qlGMCc/s1600/neverwas_proposal_clip_image004.jpg

If I ever go to Burning Man in the US, this is the motorhome I want to go in.


That is an awesome motorhome. Please tell me you're not going to park next to the folks in the pic above though.

[another bob]

This, however, is just fantastic.If I ever go to Burning Man in the US, this is the motorhome I want to go in.


That is an awesome motorhome. Please tell me you're not going to park next to the folks in the pic above though.


LOL! Hey, why not, both are sui generis expressions . . .

Meanwhile, in other worlds:


1AJl2ne0Qjs

[PurpleLama]

After a brief interlude, the 'stache is back!

[Borden]

That, sir ... is a proper moustache. The magic Musketeer!

[songsfortheotherkind]

After a brief interlude, the 'stache is back!

goodie, because while we all liked the pussy, the 'stache has more pinache.

It's hard to get a pussy to look like that.

[another bob]

After a brief interlude, the 'stache is back!


http://i49.tinypic.com/2m4vayf.gif

[songsfortheotherkind]

http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/caption-this-picture.jpeg

[another bob]

well never mind -- tinypic servers are down today it seems

[Debra]

Good evening ..
n25xwZUYNyU

[Calz]

After a brief interlude, the 'stache is back!


Yes ... yes ... like it I do.

Forget the 2nd round of the stache contest though ... one per customer.


http://cocokids.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/evil_yoda.jpg

[Debra]

It´s coming off tomorrow ..

15983

[PurpleLama]

After a brief interlude, the 'stache is back!


http://i49.tinypic.com/2m4vayf.gif


Funny you should post that, as I have a bit of a serpent's tongue. I like eating pudding snacks without a spoon. It grosses most people out.

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Although, the 'stache doth interfere with the aforementioned activity.

[Cerridwen]

... one per customer.


Are you sure?

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

[another bob]

Funny you should post that, as I have a bit of a serpent's tongue. I like eating pudding snacks without a spoon.

Funny you should mention puddings -- my Mate just polished off a bowl of chocolate pudding in the next room.

[Calz]

Funny you should post that, as I have a bit of a serpent's tongue. I like eating pudding snacks without a spoon.

Funny you should mention puddings -- my Mate just polished off a bowl of chocolate pudding in the next room.

Yes but I'll wager she was in the same room as the pudding ... :dirol:

[songsfortheotherkind]

This, however, is just fantastic.If I ever go to Burning Man in the US, this is the motorhome I want to go in.


That is an awesome motorhome. Please tell me you're not going to park next to the folks in the pic above though.


LOL! Hey, why not, both are sui generis expressions . . .

And while I have all respect for sui generis, bob, some sui generis expressions are welcome to camp over the other side of the field.


Meanwhile, in other worlds:

1AJl2ne0Qjs

This music is truly beautiful.

[Cerridwen]

Ok, now I'm craving chocolate pudding...

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

[another bob]

And while I have all respect for sui generis, bob, some sui generis expressions are welcome to camp over the other side of the field.

Maybe they can all meet up for pudding?




Meanwhile, in other worlds:

1AJl2ne0Qjs

This music is truly beautiful.


Azam Ali is right up there with Lisa Gerard, imo.


Here's another great one:

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[Cerridwen]

One of my favorites...


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[Debra]

15984mmmm ... me too

Raw Chocolate Pie

Pie Crust:
3 cups raw almonds
15 organic medjol dates

Filing:
1 cup of coconut meat (took me 3 coconuts to get this much meat)
2 1/2 avocados
2 1/2 cups of agave nectar
2 cups of raw chocolate nibs
3 medjol dates

[songsfortheotherkind]

Good evening ..
n25xwZUYNyU

And this clip demonstrates that in many cases all someone has got going for them is their looks.

*grins over at you*

Hey honey, you wanna dance?


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

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15984mmmm ... me too

Raw Chocolate Pie

Pie Crust:
3 cups raw almonds
15 organic medjol dates

Filing:
1 cup of coconut meat (took me 3 coconuts to get this much meat)
2 1/2 avocados
2 1/2 cups of agave nectar
2 cups of raw chocolate nibs
3 medjol dates


SQUEEEEEEEEE

just in time for breakfast!! See, children, staying up WAY past one's bedtime does pay off. *big cheesy grin*

[Cerridwen]

Azam Ali is right up there with Lisa Gerard, imo.


In mine too. I like a lot of Loreena McKennitt's music as well.

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[songsfortheotherkind]

Funny you should post that, as I have a bit of a serpent's tongue. I like eating pudding snacks without a spoon. It grosses most people out.

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Although, the 'stache doth interfere with the aforementioned activity.

See, I do this with sambucca, on the rare occasion that I drink: I love the taste in my mouth and on my tongue so I lap it like a cat. It weirds people out. Chocolate pudding is another licky thing. I would definitely be one of the appreciative ones. *grins*

[another bob]

I like a lot of Loreena McKennitt's music as well.

Yes indeed -- this one's haunted me for years . . .


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[songsfortheotherkind]

And while I have all respect for sui generis, bob, some sui generis expressions are welcome to camp over the other side of the field.

Maybe they can all meet up for pudding?

I boggle to think what the slingshot crew would actually wish to do with the pudding: in certain cases I might even agree that such activities with chocolate pudding are indeed much fun and delight, and I'd like to not do those things with individuals who wear slingshots in public. :P

Or even in private. Banana hammocks and cock in a sock are also not winners, especially those stupid ones that are designed to look like elephants; I'm weird like that. Who knew...

[Debra]

*grins over at you*

Hey honey, you wanna dance?



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[Cerridwen]

And while I have all respect for sui generis, bob, some sui generis expressions are welcome to camp over the other side of the field.

Maybe they can all meet up for pudding?

I boggle to think what the slingshot crew would actually wish to do with the pudding: in certain cases I might even agree that such activities with chocolate pudding are indeed much fun and delight, and I'd like to not do those things with individuals who wear slingshots in public. :P

Or even in private. Banana hammocks and cock in a sock are also not winners, especially those stupid ones that are designed to look like elephants; I'm weird like that. Who knew...

Why or why did I just google that. My eyes!

Yes, pudding can be lots of fun, if shared with the correct person.

[songsfortheotherkind]

*grins over at you*

Hey honey, you wanna dance?



qiJ7uQfogKA

Try this one-


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dk9YP3um1Iw&feature=related

I'm so glad we got into this, because I found this clip- my mum taught me to dance like this when I was a kid, she knew the lindy hop and all that stuff: I didn't dance like this after I left home. It's just so good to see people still dancing like that- and to see that there are *men* out there who love to dance too.

Gotta love the flashmobbing. :D

[Debra]

One of my favorites...


9fxrLIZpuvo

Just loving this ..

15987

Anyone for a rambutan?

[another bob]

It's just so good to see people still dancing like that- and to see that there are *men* out there who love to dance too.

Studied ballroom dancing for 11 years before getting my degree:

http://ic2.pbase.com/g1/79/738779/3/109551407.M4TjwhFJ.jpg

[Cerridwen]

It's just so good to see people still dancing like that- and to see that there are *men* out there who love to dance too.

Studied ballroom dancing for 11 years before getting my degree:

http://www.freeimagehosting.net/t/hd3ya.jpg (http://www.freeimagehosting.net/hd3ya)

Why does that not surprise me at all? I love it!

[Debra]

Try this one-


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dk9YP3um1Iw&feature=related

I'm so glad we got into this, because I found this clip- my mum taught me to dance like this when I was a kid, she knew the lindy hop and all that stuff: I didn't dance like this after I left home. It's just so good to see people still dancing like that- and to see that there are *men* out there who love to dance too.

Gotta love the flashmobbing. :D



Oh yes ! Folk in every town will BUGG at least once a week here in Sweden. It is a religion. I joined in for a while -- but I am - shall we say - a bit more free form, so a bit of rebel here in the village :)

And, the culture of dansbandsmusik is HUGE in Sweden ..

From the 60s ..
XVvGKZklugE

to the 70s .. *watch for the taste in outfits - speciale*
bBGl0_b0hg8

:)

[Debra]

Studied ballroom dancing for 11 years before getting my degree:

http://ic2.pbase.com/g1/79/738779/3/109551407.M4TjwhFJ.jpg

Bob, I would like to see a demonstration - a DOCTOR OF DIVINE DANCING - I am seriously in overwhelm at this level you have reached !

Obviously, Anika and Magnus are just beginners in the art:

30ypUjbliis

[another bob]

Obviously, Anika and Magnus are just beginners in the art

They are not too bad for intermediate level. I never favored wiping the floor with my dancing partner, or throwing them over my shoulder -- there are more sophisticated moves one can do. A good movie was "Swing Kids", to see some good moves for that genre, although by far the Tango reigns supreme in my dance card.

Here's a classy example, note the foot work:


v8nSaydD3s8

[Debra]

[QUOTE=Zebra;476692]
Obviously, Anika and Magnus are just beginners in the art

They are not too bad for intermediate level. I never favored wiping the floor with my dancing partner, or throwing them over my shoulder -- there are more sophisticated moves one can do. A good movie was "Swing Kids", to see some good moves for that genre, although by far the Tango reigns supreme in my dance card.

Here's a classy example, note the foot work:


Noted:yes4: Tango, Sensational. More my style too. If I am going to dance with a partner - it has got to mean something. Absolut!

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And the instruction .. *don´t say anything .. and don´t think* :)

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[Turcurulin]

Hi all!

Have some friends who are ballroom and/or experienced dancers! Let me tell you they are great fun to hang out with! They are truly exciting and will bust out in dance just about anywhere! LOL!
I must admit, that it can be somewhat uncomfortable at times, but it always produces so much laughter & shock among people viewing them! Most definitely eventful! Will try to obtain some vids of them to post here as well! Much gratitude to all who posted some here! I rather enjoyed them all! Would love to see Bob dance also!

Love to all!

[another bob]

If I am going to dance with a partner - it has got to mean something. Absolut!

To the music of the immortal Oscar Piazzolla:

oB-RS000NLs

[Debra]

Piazzolla Tango - Oblivion.

Just divine, Bob

[PurpleLama]

So, Zebra, is this you in your new avatar?

[Debra]

Why yes, Purple Lama. I came out. Something in the air tonight :)

[Debra]

Hi all!

Have some friends who are ballroom and/or experienced dancers! Let me tell you they are great fun to hang out with! They are truly exciting and will bust out in dance just about anywhere! LOL!
I must admit, that it can be somewhat uncomfortable at times, but it always produces so much laughter & shock among people viewing them! Most definitely eventful! Will try to obtain some vids of them to post here as well! Much gratitude to all who posted some here! I rather enjoyed them all! Would love to see Bob dance also!

Love to all!



Hey Turcurulin, Love the name! Your offer sounds most generous. Come back soon :)

[Turcurulin]

Greetings Zebra!

Love your name as well! Your name use to be my password for all things back in the day! Already hit up my dancing friends to provide me with their videos! Some do salsa, others do west & east coast swing, and lastly, hip-hop! Of course i find them all interesting! Will post them once they are sent to me personally, b/c i won't go to facebook to retrieve them never ever! I will absolutely come back! I like the energies that flow here very much! This thread is always uplifting! Your avatar pic is beautiful!


Thanks to all here! Because of all of you, is why this is the greatest pub ever!!!

[Borden]

I love your picture, Zebra ... and it's black and white - perfect! Pub Club is becoming more tangible and moustachioed by the day! We've even got code names ... the Avengers have got nothing on us.

[songsfortheotherkind]

And, the culture of dansbandsmusik is HUGE in Sweden ..

From the 60s ..
XVvGKZklugE

to the 70s .. *watch for the taste in outfits - speciale*
bBGl0_b0hg8

:)

*falls about laughing*

Oh, that was priceless- the outfits, the OUTFITS!

your new avatar is lovely. :)

[Debra]

Thank you Songs and Borden! :o I have grown very fond of your avatars .. it was time. The pub has helped me come out.

Natti natt - time for me to fold up into my quilt :lazy2:

[Cerridwen]

Why yes, Purple Lama. I came out. Something in the air tonight :)

You're another cutie pie, Zebra!

[Cerridwen]

Alright, I'll join the others with the personal avatars. :) I can't believe how blonde I was as a tot.

[Borden]

Hey Cerridwen ... stop out-cuting me!

[Turcurulin]

Hi Borden!

Besides the fact that you are utterly hysterical, your avatar pic as a babe is so darling! So in other words, you have beauty & brains! LOL!

Much love!

[another bob]

Alright, I'll join the others with the personal avatars. :) I can't believe blonde I was as a tot.

Apparently, nobody's checking IDs at this Pub -- seems we have a number of under-age drinkers!

[Borden]

Bob! Welcome to the fold, cutey ... you, me and Cerridwen obviously overdid it with the philosopher's stone! Now it's going to be years before we can get into any pub but this one, dammit.

And Turcurulin, are you trying to make me blush? Thank you! Much love to you, and I'm sorry I stopped turning up in my own music thread, but as you can see we have a jukebox in here and there also areas for silliness, depth and weirdness! Welcome!

[Turcurulin]

Ha! Bob so funny! You as a babe is so sweet! I must have a photo of my little face as well, somewhere! It's not on my pc though. Boo hiss! If I am able to get one to post, will you guys end up seeing it?!

[songsfortheotherkind]

Alright, I'll join the others with the personal avatars. :) I can't believe how blonde I was as a tot.

*grins at you* but I know how hot you are now. :D

*happydance*