Here and Now...What's Happening?

[sleepy]

xxxxx xxxxx

[ulli]

According to my program, here are the planetary positions of the royal baby.
The moon still in Capricorn, not Aquarius, as I had written earlier in the royal baby thread.
Will have to go and correct that.



Sun: 0Leo01'06"
Moon: 28Cap55'05"
Mercury: 13Can32'04"
Venus: 0Vir11'10"
Mars: 6Can08'49"
Jupiter: 5Can58'51"
Saturn: 4Sco59'23"
Uranus: 12Ari30'43"R
Neptune: 4Pis51'34"R
Pluto: 9Cap47'02"R
mean Node: 12Sco51'51"R
Chiron: 13Pis14'52"R
Ascendant: 8Sag12'16"
Medium Coeli: 6Lib59'39"

[Jake]

you guys,,, sorry about this,, but, I forgot where I put my stopwatch,, I am wondering if anybody can tell me. Is it still now??

Love to you all,,,

Jake.

[eaglespirit]

Posted by Jake (here)
you guys,,, sorry about this,, but, I forgot where I put my stopwatch,, I am wondering if anybody can tell me. Is it still now??

Love to you all,,,

Jake.

NOW Is The Time For All Good Men(and Women) To Change EVERYTHING!!!

[Wind]

The people in this world need more hugs.

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=vr3x_RRJdd4

[Flash]

my daughter was giving hugs to people in the tube in London when she liked their dresses, or the manga costumes or.... I had to tell her to stop it, she said, well, I love them, I said, yes, anyone is very happy to be hugged and glued to a beautiful 16 years old. I think in fact she was just very happy to finally feel a bit better after a long and very tough spring, but people would not know this of course.

The Brits were so astonished that it was almost funny, they would let her hug with her innocent look but were stiff and frozen, even the young ones.

I finally told her that she proved to me she needed quite a lot of supervision still and could not be let alone in a large city. lol

She even hugged some costumed gypsies because she found it pretty and took a picture of them for which they ask me 5 pounds afterward. I behaved as an North American: F c king no, you have not told me in advance it would cost, you get 1 pound.

[Dennis Leahy]

So where else on the Intertubes would I post that I had what I'd have to call an "Operation Bluebeam" dream last night.

Thousands of "apparent" craft (lights, high aloft, moving at probably several thousand miles an hour, creating trails streaking across the night sky - not a squadron but a stream. One very large, obvious "ET-esque" craft less than 1000 feet up, maneuvering around slowly and silently. Oval shaped, with maybe a dozen lights on the bottom, around the perimeter.

Then, on the sidewalk, some little devices (mint green colored, flat on the bottom, cylindrical sides, round on top - maybe 3/4" tall) became apparent when the tops opened and they sprayed out tiny solid spheres (about 1mm.) The spheres stuck to clothing and skin, and if they hit skin, would start to sort of just burrow right into the skin as if the skin was melting. I was with a young woman I do not know (but sort of seemed to be familiar in the dream), and she got 2 of them on her: one on her scalp, and I was able to quickly pop it off with thumbnails (like popping a zit), and one went on her leg and it was too deep to pop off. So, I asked the group of people there if anyone has a knife, and a teenage kid had a folding pocketknife with a bizarre looking blade (but I would have used a piece of broken glass at that point - it seemed like it HAD to be removed.) Her eyes turned milky white as it burrowed in, and streaks or tendrils (maybe an inch long) came out of the embedded nodule, under her skin, straight up and straight down. I had to dig it out! I took the blade to her skin...

...and woke up.

One of my strangest dreams, ever. I had not been thinking anything about UFOs, aliens, faux-aliens, Bluebeam... nothing of the sort. Nor did I have late-night pizza.

So there. It has now been reported to the proper authorities.

:~)

Dennis

[eaglespirit]

Posted by Dennis Leahy (here)
So where else on the Intertubes would I post that I had what I'd have to call an "Operation Bluebeam" dream last night.

Thousands of "apparent" craft (lights, high aloft, moving at probably several thousand miles an hour, creating trails streaking across the night sky - not a squadron but a stream. One very large, obvious "ET-esque" craft less than 1000 feet up, maneuvering around slowly and silently. Oval shaped, with maybe a dozen lights on the bottom, around the perimeter.

Then, on the sidewalk, some little devices (mint green colored, flat on the bottom, cylindrical sides, round on top - maybe 3/4" tall) became apparent when the tops opened and they sprayed out tiny solid spheres (about 1mm.) The spheres stuck to clothing and skin, and if they hit skin, would start to sort of just burrow right into the skin as if the skin was melting. I was with a young woman I do not know (but sort of seemed to be familiar in the dream), and she got 2 of them on her: one on her scalp, and I was able to quickly pop it off with thumbnails (like popping a zit), and one went on her leg and it was too deep to pop off. So, I asked the group of people there if anyone has a knife, and a teenage kid had a folding pocketknife with a bizarre looking blade (but I would have used a piece of broken glass at that point - it seemed like it HAD to be removed.) Her eyes turned milky white as it burrowed in, and streaks or tendrils (maybe an inch long) came out of the embedded nodule, under her skin, straight up and straight down. I had to dig it out! I took the blade to her skin...

...and woke up.

One of my strangest dreams, ever. I had not been thinking anything about UFOs, aliens, faux-aliens, Bluebeam... nothing of the sort. Nor did I have late-night pizza.

So there. It has now been reported to the proper authorities.

:~)

Dennis

We're Just About There...Beyond, Here and NOW : )

[ulli]

Posted by Dennis Leahy (here)
So where else on the Intertubes would I post that I had what I'd have to call an "Operation Bluebeam" dream last night.

Thousands of "apparent" craft (lights, high aloft, moving at probably several thousand miles an hour, creating trails streaking across the night sky - not a squadron but a stream. One very large, obvious "ET-esque" craft less than 1000 feet up, maneuvering around slowly and silently. Oval shaped, with maybe a dozen lights on the bottom, around the perimeter.

Then, on the sidewalk, some little devices (mint green colored, flat on the bottom, cylindrical sides, round on top - maybe 3/4" tall) became apparent when the tops opened and they sprayed out tiny solid spheres (about 1mm.) The spheres stuck to clothing and skin, and if they hit skin, would start to sort of just burrow right into the skin as if the skin was melting. I was with a young woman I do not know (but sort of seemed to be familiar in the dream), and she got 2 of them on her: one on her scalp, and I was able to quickly pop it off with thumbnails (like popping a zit), and one went on her leg and it was too deep to pop off. So, I asked the group of people there if anyone has a knife, and a teenage kid had a folding pocketknife with a bizarre looking blade (but I would have used a piece of broken glass at that point - it seemed like it HAD to be removed.) Her eyes turned milky white as it burrowed in, and streaks or tendrils (maybe an inch long) came out of the embedded nodule, under her skin, straight up and straight down. I had to dig it out! I took the blade to her skin...

...and woke up.

One of my strangest dreams, ever. I had not been thinking anything about UFOs, aliens, faux-aliens, Bluebeam... nothing of the sort. Nor did I have late-night pizza.

So there. It has now been reported to the proper authorities.

:~)

Dennis

Your mind created the dream, using imagery from my recent experiences. The first part reminded me of a UFO video I was watching yesterday, and the second part clearly reminded me of the people playing paintball on Sunday in the little patch of land here in front of my house, between us and the river. I had stepped out and was watching for a bit, and had wondered what would happen when they got hit, and if there was something toxic about it.

And of course, there are always parallels, as I had been hit myself, with a paintball of grief.
And gone into a tail spin. So here and now: 5:05 am, and I just woke up and felt like a weight had lifted. I thought I had finally found the resolve to not go any lower...to harden myself with thoughts like,
'oh, to hell with it, we're all gonna die anyway, so what's left of my life isn't going to get ruined by Simon's death...thoughts like that...I kind of surprised myself,
what kind of a human being am I that I can harden my own emotions like that...
but then again, I've had a lot of practice over the years, with endless losses. Life goes on.
Thanks for allowing your own dream mechanism to perform the operation that exorcized my grief demon. I really do appreciate it. This is what a good Village is all about...we can help one another in dreamtime.

[araucaria]

Posted by Carmody (here)
This is why I said 'I thought we had dealt with this episode already'.

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...fts-Time-Slips

It's part of the puzzle, anyway. Time slips and dimensional slips.

Maybe so Carmody, but this would have been during my own 'missing time' episode (weeks offline). This is the first I have heard of Starfire, so my idea of jumbled timelines did not come from her. If as she says, only people with integrity are copy and pasting beneficial episodes between timelines, then somewhere down the line one would expect all timelines to join up in one ideal patchwork.

[ulli]

Posted by araucaria (here)

Posted by Carmody (here)
This is why I said 'I thought we had dealt with this episode already'.

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...fts-Time-Slips

It's part of the puzzle, anyway. Time slips and dimensional slips.

Maybe so Carmody, but this would have been during my own 'missing time' episode (weeks offline). This is the first I have heard of Starfire, so my idea of jumbled timelines did not come from her. If as she says, only people with integrity are copy and pasting beneficial episodes between timelines, then somewhere down the line one would expect all timelines to join up in one ideal patchwork.

Which no doubt they do, at least in some places. Look at Europe today.
How many public hangings did you pass on the way to work?

A friend of mine who's father worked for AID, and who grew up in different third world countries,
witnessed his first public hanging at age twelve, while living in Egypt.

[gripreaper]

Posted by Dennis Leahy (here)
So where else on the Intertubes would I post that I had what I'd have to call an "Operation Bluebeam" dream last night.

One of my strangest dreams, ever. I had not been thinking anything about UFOs, aliens, faux-aliens, Bluebeam... nothing of the sort. Nor did I have late-night pizza.

So there. It has now been reported to the proper authorities. :~)

Dennis

Uh Oh. Maybe you should be taken in for a psychological evaluation, put on some stasis drugs, and quarantined for awhile, probed, prodded, x-rayed and checked out.

What if you breached a timeline or crossed a dimension or accidentally tapped into a stellar wavelength?

Inquiring minds want to know!

[araucaria]

Posted by ulli (here)
How many public hangings did you pass on the way to work?

Er none - I only have to cross the living-room

And.... I've run out of rope

[Calz]

Posted by gripreaper (here)

Posted by Dennis Leahy (here)
So where else on the Intertubes would I post that I had what I'd have to call an "Operation Bluebeam" dream last night.

One of my strangest dreams, ever. I had not been thinking anything about UFOs, aliens, faux-aliens, Bluebeam... nothing of the sort. Nor did I have late-night pizza.

So there. It has now been reported to the proper authorities. :~)

Dennis

Uh Oh. Maybe you should be taken in for a psychological evaluation, put on some stasis drugs, and quarantined for awhile, probed, prodded, x-rayed and checked out.

What if you breached a timeline or crossed a dimension or accidentally tapped into a stellar wavelength?

Inquiring minds want to know!

Nope ... the Hawaii shirt ... dead giveaway ...

... you *DID* vote for O'bummer did you not Dennis???

... home state hero???

... right???





PS - remember when changing timelines that late night pizza can easily become leftover in the fridge leftovers ...

... just sayin'

[1inMany]

Here and Now...it has been brought to my attention that I have been more silent than usual. We can't have that, now can we?

The problem is...that I'm either weirdly normal, or normally weird. I have the most astounding experiences that involve (apparently) my soul, yet the most mundane and heart-wrenching and mind-boggling struggles. This foot in both worlds is kicking my butt. I can have a mind-blowing experience that I cannot possibly understand, and the very next day it is integrated and I am back to a state of confusion. Not that a mind-blowing thing is not confusing, quite the contrary. I am in one moment reminded that I'm not really here, and the next reminded I am nowhere else. And I am endlessly pulled between the two.

In one moment, I have known to the core that I am not in this physical world. Just for a moment. And it is euphoric. And the next moment, I am reminded of all the shpit that exists in this world. Like, this morning I woke up and checked facebook to see what my girls are up to. M had posted something like this, "wtf with the woman in the apartment next door? She leaves her 4 year old son so that she can smoke meth. It is one thing to fck up your own life, but he is innocent. He did not ask to be brought into your problems, and he deserves more than this. I cannot believe this world we live in."

And I think, "M...you are wise beyond your years. Truly. Who would notice this? Who would have compassion for this little one? And, dang...if you aren't right, too." How fcking depressing.

And K, who is listening to her inner guidance, is answering some difficult questions posed by her Self and also by Little One. And the pain of this gets to me, too. Little One explained to me last weekend that Chris was only pretending to be his Daddy. That he wasn't his real Daddy. That he was acting like a big kid, wanting to play all the time and not be a grown up and be responsible. K spilled her guts to me about a week ago, and told me some of the things Chris did while they were together. And between these two little chats, Little One's and K's, I can't believe how difficult it is to stay above being physically ill. (For example, what kind of a man would steal $400 from a single mom to spend on drugs among other things?)

K seems to be holding it together, and dealing with the consequences of her actions. She is now dating a good ole' Texan named Bubba. Actually, that's not his given name, but it makes me chuckle nonetheless. I will be meeting this one in a couple of weeks. He is, by all accounts, just about the opposite of her previous choices. Yes, I would prefer she not date at all actually. But she's 22. It's going to happen. She has known this one for a couple of years, and he is a little older and has a son. The best possible thing I can say about Bubba is that K says his son is just like Little One. She has never met another boy like her son, and this gives me hope. He is sweet, a bit sensitive but not overly emotional, has compassion...basically an easy target for bullies in school-which starts in about a month. If she would just step one teeny tiny toe into the world of woowoo, she would understand what a gift these boys are. And not want so desperately to make them into macho men.

Em is now the resident incense maker at the Herb Store. She is having so much fun up there. It is funny, she is so quiet, like a church mouse. And she doesn't miss a thing when there are conversations going on all around her. She's been up there for...a month I think? And last Saturday she finally started saying hello to customers. And she is such a silly, loud, childlike girl that it astounds me how she has this side of her that is reserved. Huh.

Gosh, that's enough for now. I'm almost hyperventilating at sharing so much. I hope that my sharing encourages others to share. It isn't a matter of being social, for me, at all. I still maintain that with all the different paths, we share many things. And knowing the struggle of this world is not simply mine is so comforting.

I sent you loving thoughts, Fred, and still do. And Jake, you cracked me up yesterday just when I needed it

Thank you all for continuing to listen, and continuing to share. Here and Now...would not be the same at all without this Village.

Much Love,

oh...and Dennis...that dream blows my mind...I wonder if somehow you really did tap into Ulli and by gouging out the little ick you really did reach in and pull out something that didn't belong......

[araucaria]

Great season for big fat cherries after last year’s washout, and for once I can gorge myself with no unwanted side effects.

How does he segue from living-room hangings to cherries, you may wonder. Well, Baudelaire wrote a piece about a painter who had a young boy working for him and who hanged himself in his studio, I imagine because he was scared of being sent back to his mother. This fine woman came along and walked off with the nail and rope, which she cut into short pieces to make more money selling it to the neighbours.

Now painters are partial to indoor hangings, but of a different kind. The artist in question was Manet, and prior to this incident he immortalized the boy in Boy with Cherries

http://everypainterpaintshimself.com..._with_cherries

[1inMany]

Posted by araucaria (here)
Great season for big fat cherries after last year’s washout, and for once I can gorge myself with no unwanted side effects.

How does he segue from living-room hangings to cherries, you may wonder. Well, Baudelaire wrote a piece about a painter who had a young boy working for him and who hanged himself in his studio, I imagine because he was scared of being sent back to his mother. This fine woman came along and walked off with the nail and rope, which she cut into short pieces to make more money selling it to the neighbours.

Now painters are partial to indoor hangings, but of a different kind. The artist in question was Manet, and prior to this incident he immortalized the boy in Boy with Cherries

http://everypainterpaintshimself.com..._with_cherries

Now that...was a segue.

I wonder what it would be like to have such an ordered and orderly mind.......

[Calz]

Posted by 1inMany (here)

Now that...was a segue.

I wonder what it would be like to have such an ordered and orderly mind.......

Don't mess with Libras ... it'll mess you up

[ulli]

Posted by 1inMany (here)

Posted by araucaria (here)
Great season for big fat cherries after last year’s washout, and for once I can gorge myself with no unwanted side effects.

How does he segue from living-room hangings to cherries, you may wonder. Well, Baudelaire wrote a piece about a painter who had a young boy working for him and who hanged himself in his studio, I imagine because he was scared of being sent back to his mother. This fine woman came along and walked off with the nail and rope, which she cut into short pieces to make more money selling it to the neighbours.

Now painters are partial to indoor hangings, but of a different kind. The artist in question was Manet, and prior to this incident he immortalized the boy in Boy with Cherries

http://everypainterpaintshimself.com..._with_cherries

Now that...was a segue.

I wonder what it would be like to have such an ordered and orderly mind.......

That's just it...his mind is chaotic enough to allow all trains of thought to mix all kinds of perceptions, memories, and musings.
But because he knows his own mind, he can then observe all those ingredients and place them into neat little piles.
Now, who is the one that knows their own mind?

[Calz]

Posted by ulli (here)

Now, who is the one that knows their own mind?