Welcome to The Pub At the End of the Universe.

[Debra]

Posted by Katyani (here)
That's right..and they know how to move, somewhat camouflaged, in many different terrains.

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

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

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

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

Absof&//ckingloutely !

Here to love and protect my Pub

Bless you ALL xxx

[Mike]

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

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

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

[Debra]

Chinaski ..
Good night. Great to see you back

[Mike]

Posted by Zebra (here)
Chinaski ..
Good night. Great to see you back

thanks Zebra!

g'night!

[Debra]

[I][QUOTE=Alekahn;490994]

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


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

THANK you

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=LHxv75z53ek

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

[jackovesk]

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

Thanks for your consideration...

Rgs,

Jack

[ThePythonicCow]

Posted by jackovesk (here)
Mods could you please consider putting this 'Thread' as a Sticky...

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

... seems to work .

[songsfortheotherkind]

Posted by Chinaski (here)
so i'll try to wrap this up here...

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

[songsfortheotherkind]

Posted by Zebra (here)
I have already slipped them over me and I am going to wear them in.
Conscious creation, I am ready to begin, again.

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

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

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

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

[songsfortheotherkind]

Posted by Paul (here)
I've never quite known what to make of this

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

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



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

[songsfortheotherkind]

Posted by Chinaski (here)
songs, you lovely harlot, where is everyone?

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





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



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




At least, not right now.

[songsfortheotherkind]

Dirty pool, old man.

[songsfortheotherkind]

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=NAxss9rtRyk

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

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=NAxss9rtRyk

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

[Ol' Roy]

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

[Borden]

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

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



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

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

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



Cara Mia!

[songsfortheotherkind]

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

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

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

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

water being a major element of my emotional and fluid nature

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



oh lol, there it is again!-

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

[songsfortheotherkind]

Posted by Borden (here)
As for that brilliant Gomez picture, Songsy ... all I can say is ...

Cara Mia!

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

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=2tJbksW6qkk

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=zIC2aMlqEZk

[songsfortheotherkind]

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

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

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

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

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

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

[PurpleLama]

[PurpleLama]