What Does Your Mind Weigh?      

    What does your mind weigh?  Do some thoughts weigh more than others? Do thoughts of hummingbirds weigh less than thoughts of Sisyphus' damn boulder? Where's the Periodic Table from Imagining a Slow Dance With You to Planning  French Toast to Obsidian Humor? This stuff is anti-entropic. 
    I can't wait for the extra-physics to be contemplated, pursued with the lithe zeal that we had with Fig and other adventurers in K1 physics. (K1 is the full K or reliable kinesthetic solidity we generally experience in our Day Life. The sturdy persistence of K is the notable genius of the masterpiece of reality engineering we call Earth. Other densities and dimensions have their quirks and charms, but have less stable K.)  
    Many of the great scientists freely admit that they received their Central Insights from The Blue who pretty benignly rules  DreamLand. Yet they never grokked that different extra-physics that they traveled in and inhabited as often as the interstate highways and byways of the Day Planet. It's very curious. It’s like the odd blind spot where the optic nerve hooks up –you can be looking directly at a star at night and simply not see it unless you look slightly to the side.
    All  the rich stew of memories and alternate experiences that you have and I have are called the Collective Unconscious by Jung and the Akashic Record by others. Nothing disappears. Nothing. Yeah, contemplate that. Oh dear. Woe is we. We must end up pretty humorous and forgiving in the very long run because all of our [poetic, exquisite, petty, filthy, venomous, sweet, raunchy] flickers and twists tattoo the perfectly sensitive hide or emulsion of the multiverse who can’t forget. This is all that missing stuff right in front of their noses (or above their noses) that they can’t account for. Maybe its too scary to go “Whoa all that stuff I haven’t any control over or clue about! Gee, I’d have to start in kindergarten and here I am so smart and accomplished.
    “You mean that scrawny old kook in a loin cloth in some cave in <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags” />Tibet is actually a zillion times richer than me in the currency of the Night? And he can take it with him?”

     Until we integrate lucid waking and lucid dreaming, we will be driving our maserati minds in first gear.

    It was ridiculous to take drugs in the Sixties – an invitation to synapse-snafu, but the impulse was completely understandable. People knew immense amounts of experience were being neglected or ignored. With proper training, you can be lucidly awake – deftly intent – all the time and see that the whole world is burning in the forests of the night and of the day. With proper training you can lucidly do alternate experience without crapshooting your faithful synapses – you can learn to shift gears or shift dimensions.

    There are a lot of vaganzas we can have for some practice and if lucky some instruction. (Avoid serious instruction like the plague. Serious instruction must be false. Carpe comedy, however obsidian.)

     Ah, extra vaganzas. Muy yum. Starting with licking everything  as if it were an ice cream cone which is what good poets do and is a good beginning.  

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