can someone explain to me why it is that sometimes when we're having the most fun we stop to lash out - say something totally rash and then immediately beg to take it back? i think it's a human thing. other humans i know have complained of this same perspective vomit. words are only words and i don't care too much for them. selon moi, the content is mostly irrelevant and it's the sounds that comfort because the silence is unnerving. music is better than words. even better than music is touch. and then brains. and if you have music, touch and brains. then my dears you have stumbled upon heaven.
the kind on earth at least. i can't speak so confidently about the extraterrestrial type. my attempts to project and explore have been just that. they say you can travel across time too. i am still trying to get the space part down. i wonder if it will be easier with a mutual human attempt. maybe it will be a sort of peacocking - to the universe. look at us! we need you leaders of projection!
he gave me a jade-ish, rigid, coin-sized piece; told me it came from the stars and the space. it is a great responsibility, you know, to be in possession of this ethereal matter. i was careful to hold it the right way in my palm (but i could only guess because it came alone, without modern instructions). consciously, i tried to carry it with respect for the divine and such. he gave little feedback. as if i was just supposed to know. i am not so sure what will come of it, but so long as i have it, i intend to cradle it like the majestic and fully energetic child that it is.
all i can tell YOU is this my beloved readers; there is a positive correlation between primality (not the numerical type) and the extent to which my soul embraces the pins, needles and chills. that is why there is some guilt in laying down. but in standing and feeling the solid support of the soil, i just close my eyes and channel my inner cavewoman.
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