This seems synchroniscious to me, as, last Thursday, at the 1st meeting of the tantric workgroup that just started up, in Seattle, Cherie, the facilitator shared with us that (someone’s?) extra-materialistic contacts predict that soon there will be a huge shift in the way we travel! Presumtion that this might meen teleportation!
xxa
For a tune-up how this works, let me recommend the short story “All Hangy” by Rucker and Shirley. It’s better than church.
Oh yeah, far better than church! Thanks, M, for the story. Talk with you soon!
Hmmm, Dixie: “I’ve been lurking here for a long time, often missing the party by several hours, when the conversation’s been spent.”
Timing might be less of a factor than you’d think. Here in Q-space (as cyberspace is produced by quantum principles) ideas, jokes, musics, sexies can go “all hangy” for-nearly-ever. You can leave a conversation, go out and grow a rosegarden, come back and its still as fresh as a handful of seafoam.
(For a tune-up how this works, let me recommend the short story “All Hangy” by Rucker and Shirley. It’s better than church: http://www.flurb.net/7/7ruckershirley.htm )
So drop in anytime!
Amen.
Hey Myst – thanks for the welcome. I’ve been lurking here for a long time, often missing the party by several hours, when the conversation’s been spent. But you will be hearing more from me, especially now that I’m “out”.
Yeah that experience exactly…how does it feel to do work some related level of mastery and ecstasy…and a lot of times I just cruise there. It’s been happening more over the past five or six years and I remember one breakthrough. Jonathan Cainer contacted me and invited me to write his column for a day, the one in the Daily Mirror. They hired me one day, gaving me first choice on what day I wanted; and I chose an eclipse. The next day Dave Nick called and asked if I was available for another day; jonathan was staying at a hippie festival a few more days. So then I’m writing this worldwide horoscope for the second time in as many days, typing with some really smokin’ grateful dead going, and it occurred to me that this was the horoscope equivalent of being asked to sit in with the band, I knew I was up to it, and I wrote that column over four years; often on eclipses, and always with the feeling of doing excellent work. On one occasion it was great fun to wake up in London, go to the newsagent and flip to the horoscope page…
Mysteriosa –
Thanks for the pertinent story!
This seems synchroniscious to me, as, last Thursday, at the 1st meeting of the tantric workgroup that just started up, in Seattle, Cherie, the facilitator shared with us that (someone’s?) extra-materialistic contacts predict that soon there will be a huge shift in the way we travel! Presumtion that this might meen teleportation!
xxa
For a tune-up how this works, let me recommend the short story “All Hangy” by Rucker and Shirley. It’s better than church.
Oh yeah, far better than church! Thanks, M, for the story. Talk with you soon!
Hmmm, Dixie: “I’ve been lurking here for a long time, often missing the party by several hours, when the conversation’s been spent.”
Timing might be less of a factor than you’d think. Here in Q-space (as cyberspace is produced by quantum principles) ideas, jokes, musics, sexies can go “all hangy” for-nearly-ever. You can leave a conversation, go out and grow a rosegarden, come back and its still as fresh as a handful of seafoam.
(For a tune-up how this works, let me recommend the short story “All Hangy” by Rucker and Shirley. It’s better than church: http://www.flurb.net/7/7ruckershirley.htm )
So drop in anytime!
Amen.
Hey Myst – thanks for the welcome. I’ve been lurking here for a long time, often missing the party by several hours, when the conversation’s been spent. But you will be hearing more from me, especially now that I’m “out”.
Yeah that experience exactly…how does it feel to do work some related level of mastery and ecstasy…and a lot of times I just cruise there. It’s been happening more over the past five or six years and I remember one breakthrough. Jonathan Cainer contacted me and invited me to write his column for a day, the one in the Daily Mirror. They hired me one day, gaving me first choice on what day I wanted; and I chose an eclipse. The next day Dave Nick called and asked if I was available for another day; jonathan was staying at a hippie festival a few more days. So then I’m writing this worldwide horoscope for the second time in as many days, typing with some really smokin’ grateful dead going, and it occurred to me that this was the horoscope equivalent of being asked to sit in with the band, I knew I was up to it, and I wrote that column over four years; often on eclipses, and always with the feeling of doing excellent work. On one occasion it was great fun to wake up in London, go to the newsagent and flip to the horoscope page…
Anyway —
Give up a few brain cells for this one:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_SEULZIHru0
Watched it again. Smokin.
If you watch the cats you get a vision of where they’re at, where they come from, how they feel, what they’re made of. Bro’s got balls.
I appreciate that cat beyond,…
I used to wonder (in ambivalence), How these cats felt, now I experience it, and I’m highly appreciative of their … Fluid Capacities. ..?
Not sure how to word that one.
My breakthrough for the day.
Have Another.
Another “regular” on my iPod. Nice to see ’em share ’em at PW. This one never grows old.
HOT!
Ditto on the music. I love Dire Straits.
Oh wow! Mark rips,.. That’s straight up soul. The bro has focus, awareness, and direction. Utmost respect for the Dire Straits.
That was a beautiful expression of where we can project/receive within human experience.
(You do have fine taste in music.)
Hearts,
J
Welcome, Dixie! It’s lovely to read you here!! Hope to see/hear more of your journey, erotic and awakening, as soon as you’re ready.
M
…the band is blowin’ dixie, double four time…
the perfect antidote to waking in a fog from a long dream that kept me in sleep far into the morning. Did I really sleep 12 hours?!
Thanks for getting me moving. Gotta listen again –
Dixie