Ask Dr. Druid . Day 46

Evil Ain’t Always Bad

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    “This is a subject so difficult to talk about that my throat constricts as the words rise into the air. I who have lived with this knowledge for 23 years can hardly breathe to speak. Yes, I have come to tell you that what is evil ain’t always bad.” Belle Z. Babe spoke at the Tribunal as the lidless eyes of the Judges bore their fear, distaste, and fury like crossbows into her heart.

    At once, in the dappled inner glade which was her refuge, Belle Z. turned ruefully to Oak, her friend with the bright dark amber eyes. Like herself, Oak was of the ancient druid line of star-seed who loved the home planet Earth with concentration and glee, diligence, devotion, and somersault joy. The druids knew there was more than one time line, a fact they playfully and reverently portrayed in their intricate and passionate Celtic knots. Lightning is a druid sign because druids zigzag between times.

     While one thread of her experience had Belle Z. in a leg chain, in her glade, Oak put the back of his fingers to her cheek and suspended time with her. It was this ability to dwell in parallel and mobius time lines that gave those of druid blood their air of mystery to the single-sighted. Oak’s eyes were that dark amber struck by a shaft of sun. Not too far hidden under the surface of those lion’s eyes was merriment, mischief, and a daunting ability to concentrate. Oak shrugged, “We knew they weren’t going to like the wider truth being brought into the day light. Stay brave, Belle Z.”

     Back in the Tribunal, with no more apparent time dislocation than a heartbeat, Belle Z.Babe continued. “You didn’t like what Galileo told you either. The transition to an openly multi-dimensional consciousness is going to be rocky, but the costs of living a lie are too tremendous.

    “In the most simplistic terms, what is ‘good’ in our Earth density of experience is not the same as what is ‘good’ in our less dense ethereal realm of experience. “Thus ‘evil’ ain’t always bad. Most true evil comes from confusing the layers of consequence between dimensions of experience.”

     Monger, the grim judge sneered at Belle Z., “If you let this evil out of the bottle, Mz. Z.Babe, you cannot contain it. We have kept the multi-dimensional truth from people because they are not ready for it. The danger is too great.”

    Belle Z.Babe shrugged one shoulder, “Monger, I have thought most of my lifetime about that —. It is a staggering concern. But I am convinced now that we must dare the whole truth. “If what is evil earthside is not necessarily evil in the ethereal realms, we must learn and teach how to act ‘fittingly.’ How to act in a way that ‘fits’ the realm of experience we presently dwell in.

     “Imagine for a moment that you and I meet in a dream and you murder me. In the lands of dreams, murder could be a ‘gotcha’ game you and I play. Or it could be symbolic between us of some rotten feelings. But because in the less-dense or ethereal realms where we inhabit dreams and other differently-consequential experiences, we pop right back up, the consequential meaning of murder is different. Therefore the ethics is different.

      “In our beloved earth/solid, relatively sequential-time realm, the consequences of war and pillage, rape, death, and promiscuity are all awful to our sturdy hearts. Yet simultaneously we dwell in levels of experience where such things have little more consequence than our actually being a character in a book we’re reading.”

     Belle Z.Babe looked at Monger’s pale ice-grey eyes directly with her green Celtic eyes and continued, “The kinesthetic intensity and time-duration intensity of Earth experience, as well as the depth and durance of emotions make consequence and responsibility different than in the diaphanous, more plastic realms where experience manifests at the speed of thought.

      “Here in this material masterpiece we have to collaborate with the nature of a stuff which has its own integrity and sturdiness.

     “Our behavior must be appropriate, must fit the space, the place wherein we immediately dwell. We may not bring dream behavior into the solid day. This mis-taking of realms, this leeching of lusts and power struggles and emotional chaos into the consequential Earth is the source of most crime, legal and emotional. By staying primly and sentimentally blind to our multi-level experience, we avoid the complicated responsibility for our whole behavior.”

      In the glade, Oak grinned at Belle Z and said, “The constant aesthetic and ethical many-layered decisions that we hope are increasingly elegant and compelling finally make use of the 90% of that ultimate holographic and multi-D organic Celtic knot, the human brain, which has lain mostly fallow for all these centuries.

     “Of course it’s complicated and terrifying to juggle several time lines and densities in a clear, sound consciousness at once , but it’s complicated and terrifying now — and based on a wrong premise, a false foundation.

     “We must dare to trust the whole truth, to dream well and live fittingly at once.”

      “Deft and apt,” Belle Z.Babe agreed.

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Notes:

   As we play more fully with dreams, we’ll need to come to terms with many differences amongst Realms & Dimensions which challenge our certainties about science, physics, morality. With the passport to OtherLand, we need to get sturdy and steady lest we be caught in the maelstrom of realitys and ethical dangers. We need to remember where we are and keep our discernment.

    If you feel too dislocated or disturbed by the palettes of new energies, back out, back off. Cleave to K1, our dearest dayhome. Heed your basic obligations. The Worlds can be damned seductive and very mischievous. Restore your balance before further forays. There were good reasons why accesses to these Places were secret. I’m counting on you to be sensible.

    It has been my contention in the Councils of the Worlds that we are better off trusting the whole truth than having people live these truncated, oddly yearning lives. If you aren’t sensible, all the Old Cosmic FuddyDuddys will proclaim, “See, we told you so!”

    Mostly the ‘secrets’ are guarded by most people’s unwillingness to be stir themselves to even a modicum of practice or discipline. They’d rather be entertained like sheep.

    Drugs will catapult you into Realms, but you’ll be at the mercy of Random Madness and wreck your darling brain circuits which should be treasured rather than trashed.    

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Ask Dr. Druid . Day 44

Sherlock Detail at Caffe Museo

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    Sherlock Detail, Sherlock Holmes’ cousin thrice-removed, was sitting at the Caffè Museo on <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags” />Third Street in San Francisco. Museums are always a jolt, a lightning bolt. Ms. Detail is a soul mate of Mr. Holmes as well as the great grandchild of Mr. Holmes’ cousin, Daphne Detail. Pursuant to my request my pal Sherlock Detail sent me her notes, her mental graffiti, from how a great detective practices keen observation, deft attention even at lunch. Wake up, smell the roses, & notice/sketch the rest of your surroundings too, as ‘twere.   

    Notice that as you might in Dream Notes,  Sherlock Detail separates her lists with semicolons.

    03.29. 08 Girl, strawberry italian soda backlit; Eating carrot cake w/ pineapple at Caffè Museo sfmoma; SF overcast ; deconstruct the scene as if it were a painting in which I’m immersed, color, form, line, angles, curves, an aesthetic spy.

    Light bounce, where does the highlight hit xyz object; shadows; Near sounds, far sounds, steady still sound, mobile moving sound, note pitches of sounds; Space full, empty, motions quick, slow; are you comfy, warm, cool, cold; pick a character from the scene, make up a story line; re peeps note earrings, shoes, shirts, blouse, jacket; wind in leaves, showy rings, bracelets, watches, hair long, short, curly, straight; materials metal wood, stone, flowers ? Check fartherest distance, medium distance, close, as if you were an artist painting a 4D (inclu time, therefore motion) holopainting;

    15 big splashing pillars of water (splashbergs of water); jukebox skyscraper in (horiz, left to right) middle of fartherest; traffic; large peapod & ½ husked corn objets at counter where one orders; buspersons in grey shirt-jackets collarless; purses, satchels; chair design; table black squares (5 times 8 inches on a side); pepper & salt shakers small with S & P punched in tops; small water glasses =  breakthru! (in conservation of water; necklaces; what are folks drinking? what color of liquid; elbows on table? delicate or hearty eaters; reflections; angles of feet on the floor; posture; eyeglasses;  impressionistic bookpainting  on wall behind me, applied by putty knife look xtremely cool; soaring drama flowers, peonies, strong pink& white “tiger lilies”; peripheral vision; the Way Things Go video of one-time installation in a warehouse worth the trip;

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   Next time you’re hanging out somewhere notice if you notice with the quick lambent pleasure that Sherlock does? Practice. You practice the ‘scales’ of seeing just as the pianist practices the piano. You learn to be shocked by your interaction with your perception. Each detail is a jolt, a surprise, a new or renewed infatuation.

   The techniques and practices of noticing are identical in the dreams of day or the dreams of night. It is a portable bliss.

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Ask Dr. Druid . Day 43

Loon E. Bin, Utter Shaman 

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    Mr. Bin woke up on planet Earth after a long tho quick journey from the planet Utter, part of the planet flock shepherded by the sun Flut whose rays were song and whose creatures subsisted by songosynthesis, whose blood was ruled by songoglobin, hurray.

    Spice travel (space + time travel) was daily among earthers, but few were not merely at the mischievous mercy of the spice tides, and treated dreams as tangential not essential to their life travels and travails. Most kids, on, say, continent <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags” />America could ride a bike, but few could surf the dreamsea (the spice sea to the cognoscenti) and fewer were asked at the breakfast table, “How was your night at school?”

    Poetry was the currency on Utter so Loon E. Bin found local customs of value confounding and bizarre.

    The mind of Earth was treacherous and berserk. They slaughtered each other and then, in a world fraught with famine, threw the meat away. Yet one cult honored its god by eating its flesh and drinking its blood.

    “Whew,” thought Loon, “I’m not sure my brainshield can counter this much pulsing radioactivity of gamma madness.”

    Except for the religionridden biped, however, the planet E was so stupendous, captivating, breathtaking that Mr. Bin could not imagine how the biped herds were not simply dazzled and spontaneously combusted of gratitude and creative devotion to constant kindness and delight?

    Mr. Bin was on planet E to do research for SLY. SLY stands for Shamans Love Yaks. There had been  some vivid discussion between the Yak wing and the Mollusk wing of the Utter Shamans. The Mollusk partisans had lobbied for SLAM (Shamans Love Any Mollusk) and were not a mite miffed that the Yak enthusiasts had prevailed. Utter shamans love their quirk.

    Cat. A. Pult was Loon E.’s trust-&-tryst on Utter. He read her note on zmail, her wish to keep him from the desolation and dissolution of loneliness on a planet sweet of scene but harsh of psyche. “Darling Loon E, mon cher, I am aware of  an ocean of gratitude for all the seconds (second by second) of luck which have got me gloriously here; that any second I could have fallen into the rabbit hole of eternity, but my hand or heart was held by a kind of Quasimodo Luck which has guarded and gladdened me.       kisses from she who so misses thou in k1, cat.” Loon E. smiled. Cat always studied the languages and cultures of his SLY destinations so she could weave the feel of Home with the target planet. He like the ‘Quasimodo Luck,’ lumpy, externally misshapen, but internally and even eternally devoted.

    They used zmail (zoom mail) often so that they wouldn’t get intoxicated always by telepathing. It kept them grounded on the target planet. He zipped back, “Cat cherie, I’m not sure I ever will explain to the Earthers about SLY. You grok so seamlessly the sweet irony that shamans love yaks, therefore everyanything because if you can love a yak why not everything else too? I thought the SLAM people had some good points that if you could love a slithy mollusk, you could love everyanything else too. I think they lost on the acronym not the sentiment. SLAM a tad too brusque compared to SLY?

    “I’m looking for some folk who might want some shaman training from a planet like Utter where poetry is a full time job for everyone and we put tasks as necessary sidebars which we do for the common good. Whew is it different here, sweetheart.”

    Loon E. began to muse about the mini-curriculum for dream cuisine. Should they get to choose from a menu? Ambassador? Explorer? Tourist? Better not to start with the responsibilities of Shaman right off? But apprentice shaman was what had drawn his own emerald and topaz devotion. But that was after the assumption of ambassador, explorer, tourist that his Utter world had just taught like eating with your own spoon.

    Hmmm. Learning that you have facets of lives and ways flung among the dimensions could be dislocating for single-plane folk like so many Earthers. He and Cat had met as Ambassadors for Utter. ‘Be an Ambassador for Earth in the Galaxy’ was his first poster that he put up.

    Loon E. Bin, Utter shaman, wondered who would show up?

//

Action item – write a mini-story or fable of your own to introduce yourself to how the intradimensional worlds feel to you. Let the fable write you. Your creative self is not awkward with intradimensional travel or study – s/he does it nightly. The trick is to get your linear mind to get that passport and take a gazelle-like leap into the further harbors of your mind. Again as always, allow yourself to feel awkward. Everyone starts art. You just seldom see them in the fawn-awkward stages. Be kind to your mind.

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Notes..

everyanything.. from ee cummings;

Quasimodo..the hunchback of Notre Dame, lumpy, devoted;

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Ask Dr. Druid . Day 42

Ley Lines .. LithoNet

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   Here below is a real-life reverie vision as it transpired and as I transcribed it in my log in real reverie time. It will seem sometimes dense and opaque no doubt because I haven’t translated it all for you yet, but I thought you might be interested to see such an event unfold. Read it with your mouth as if outloud and re-send your Inner Perfectionist and her/his cousin Your Inner Rationalist off to <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags” />Fiji to chug grog. Remember that I am within the vision as I make these notes.

[Dateline Mtn View CA/New Hampshire 01.06.08]

   Who knew?[It is always a surprise when matters coalesce in a retrospectively obvious but druidically mischievous and profound way.] Having learned about waking the jewels ever luminous like constellations under our feet, not on the phones, not on the internets, the tvs, the telegraphs, the radios, but on the ley lines, I found myself lighting the sparkle in the deep earths of New Hampshire USA. Thru the earth (as whale song carries thru the seas from even one ocean to another), I felt the rustle of the tired feet of billions of women who do the labor of the world, who cook, who sweep, who endure. And the dancing feet of little girls whose dreams are not all ashes in the cooking fires yet.

    This was not the airy spiritual, not the Heavens afar. This was the most ancient communications device our molecules have ever been attuned to, the greatest crystal, our darling, our beloved vuraearthgoo.

    I had been tele-phoning for Hillary with those ingenious machines and it is important and instructive to phone strangers and listen.

   So how did this ley-lines lithonet action coalesce? In brief (not starting like Roderick Random or Peregrine Pickle at my birth), I had an élan vital, vivid dream with Hillary a month ago. She said, “We need you.” I’ve been phoning and wishing and grokking.

     A second odd element is that when my belovedbeloved silver Burmese cat, Frolic, has been lying across my chest purring, that tiny sublime resonance and rumble which a purr is has penetrated much further around and along my body than ever before. I’ve been curious about it, but just tucked it away in my Notice Jewelbox and made no deductions.

    [Notes: earth reporter, the current telluric news, haha; Frolls as network of soft silver lines in the total dark; kangaroo feet; merriment for Hillary; under the sphinx a ley chamber or giant transformer, hub with ley spokes; cat waves, I realized that Jester & Frolic were ‘purring’ with each other, it just wasn’t audible to me;]

    Jewelbines – jewel-fueled turbines of light & delight. It’s the geosynthesis (cf photosynthesis) that we don’t even study, the alchemyed radiance from the preening delighted crystals patiently purring in the earth, and we consciously oblivious to their peacock’s-tail-colored pulse. WE seldom hear the sound of the jewellight as it waterfalls up [northern lights] as vuraearthgoo, like a jeweled harp, hurtles through space, a song the gods can see.

    ‘Lithos’ is Greek for ‘stone.’ Just because the stones are patient doesn’t mean they aren’t blossoming down there. They speak to each other and to the shaman washing her cooking pot in telluric jewel waves from the lithosphere like northern lights in the atmosphere. The lithosphere extruded all of us, after all, pelican, leopard, and violet – and you. We all are the patient invention of the Lithos who dreamt, devised, and waited and waited until the Bios could move and be warm. [stabilizing the lithonet at the New Hampshire node – the lithotechnology – cf the assistance of silicon in the external computer and the programming. Silicon & glass & stained glass; still flowing; LithoNet News The lithonet is more ‘organic,’ aesthetic, a different programming language; The litholight in NH has already bloomed. Lithogize. Sisyphus is pushing a geode up the mountain, that’s why he’s laughing;]     

    I feel this huge knot in the center of my chest has been gordianned or cleaved or unknotted, like we finally got the lithophore (cf semaphore) going. Hillary & the hopes of little girls./// Her example of groundedness is splendid. Hillary has the deep abiding strength of stones. All the women who bore the burdens thru History Herstory, the Ancients – their patient and fierce bones are speaking their jewellight dream song for her thru the dear vuraearthgoo, the lithonet, as constant as stones.

    As one might be a lighthouse keeper, a jewellight keeper is my essential job on the campaign, keeping the lenses of the ley net, the lithonet polished.

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   Allow yourself time to muse, to immerse in reverie, semi-waking dreams. Allow a subject to speak to you, and as an amanuensis or scribe, note down the experience as it happens or just after it happens. Fret not when you begin these muses that your notes are ragged or lurch. Remind yourself of the muse theme as you follow the thread thru the gorgeous labyrinth of a contemplation.

   Notice that I use brackets to put in other reverie items to include later or to muse upon another time. I often use semi-colons to separate thoughts. Somehow they’re less mentally turbulent to the reveric flow than periods are. Eventually you can learn to make notes without jarring yourself out of reverie.

   Obviously this was a very dense and intense reverie. It is the hub of a many-spoked contemplation. This experience had a magic carpet, transported, bi-location feel. It led to many revelations of deep and ancient communications systems in the weeks that followed.

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Notes:

.. gordianned .. The Gordian Knot is a tangle of complexity that is solved suddenly by cleaving the knot in half with the sword of thought, not by patiently and tediously trying to untangle the knot.

 .. Remember that Vuravura & Jeegoo are other names for Earth. I try to avoid too Western-centric a feel when we honor our planet.

.. semaphore is the signaling communication with positions of two flag for the letters of the alphabet that is still used between two ships at sea.

.. geode .. a geode is a very plain-looking rock which when split open gorgeously reveals a shockingly dazzling array of often violet crystals.

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Ask Dr. Druid, 66 Days from Lead to Gold, Secrets of  Alchemy You Can Use, a druid shaman’s playbook .. Intro; Prologue; Day 1; Days 2 & 3; Day 4; Day 5; Day 6; Day 7; Day 8; Day 9; Day 10; Day 11; Day 12; Day 13; Day 14; day 15 Review 2; Day 16; Day 17; Day 18; Day 19; Day 20; Day 21; Day 22; Day 23; Day 24; Day 25; Day 26; Day 27; Day 28; Day 29; Day 30; Day 31; Day 32; Day 33; Day 34; Day 35; Day 36; Day 37; [Day 38]; Day 39; Day 40; Day 41; Day 42;

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Ask Dr. Druid . Day 31

fegg

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    Fegg. F[aberge]egg. Fegg. Simple, splendid, extravagant, delicious, reverent, jeweled. Fegg. It is seeing and tasting that richness in the little world that is fegg. One of the Earth Decorator's most fegg is, of course, the hummingbird, an outrageous jeweled miniature envied on all planets of all stars. “Ah, Madame Deco,” an offworld Designer would sigh, hardly concealing stark envy, “How did you do it!?” Planet Designers are a good lot on the whole in spite of their universally being riddled with admiration twinned with envy. It's just that when you see something unbearably well done–the concept, the craft, the flash, the diligence, it haunts the heart with gratitude that it has been done–and envy that you didn't think of it first. Gratitude and applause minutely outweigh envy.
    It is no accident that having a clear sense of beauty, style, and fittingness is called ‘taste.' Fegg is the unpretentious exhilarating quintessence of taste. The eclectic rollicking embrace of teleology–the appreciation of design.
    Remember that the rose bush lavished with luxurious blossom is but a fantastic conjuror's trick–dormant dirt, water, sun animated by a pinch of some damn good design–and presto: roses. Fegg. The real question is not how we can find reverence, but once we open-open our eyes, how we can avoid being paralyzed by awe?
     You would think that if a person woke from being a wraith in the twilight worlds to this technicolor extravaganza in which we dwell that that person would run around going WOW, GEE WHIZ. Somehow a lot of us got fegg-impaired. Forgot to surrender to delight
    The Faberge Imperial eggs (particularly the ones by Perchin) are fabulous, and the notion of fegg derives a portion of its charm from the pleasure that human artisans can be so deft. But the planet's Designer has simply strewn our path with marvels upon marvels, has all but stuffed riches down our throat like fat corn down the foie gras goose's gullet.
    Faberge eggs usually hinged open to reveal some remarkable surprise, a spray of milky white chalcedony windflowers in a basket made of platinum and tiny diamonds, for instance. When your eyes have been pried open-open, you wake in the morning, look sleepily out the window, and put your hand to your heart in amazement. You are living inside a magnificent Faberge egg and you yourself are the surprise. You have been placed here tenderly by the same Artists who designed the stars. Fegg indeed. Not only are you here in this ingenious astound, a fact so impossible as to be miraculous, but you work. You can dance or sing a song. You can somersault. Do.
    We are so bombarded by idiot doctrines which distract us from the simple sustainable radiance which is our birthright, that we forget that we’re a miraculous jewel set in a miraculous jewel. It's not just the big showy stuff like the exultant unbearable ocean or the wide wings of a hawk in the sapphire summer sky. It is the dainty spider who can walk upside down on the ceiling and the familiar grime around the kitchen light switch.
    You must start slowly because as you realize it is surprise within surprise, and the knowledge multiplies crescendoing, the jolt of electricity searing in your blood can terrify you. The churches neglected to mention that the ecstatic vision and sensation is at your own fingertips, eyetips, tonguetip, nosetip, eartips. Your body can stand this surging power. Your body is designed to run at many mega-feggs of raw radiance. If you haven't tampered with the mechanism by drink, drugs, or stupid doctrines, the body has all the necessary safety systems.
    You can get as high on air as you like. You were designed for awe and delight. You were given senses and sense to be a co-designer in this blooming magic world. You cannot over-fegg.
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It doesn’t matter how many times your poetry eyes are opened-opened. When you re-connect with that daffodil, with that patch of splotched wall, you will be re-shocked. Every time. As you explore in GrokLand and FeggLand, you’ll keep being startled by new pearls of outsight. You’ll realize with your real eyes that you cannot be reverent, thrilled, giddy enoughenough.

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Ask Dr. Druid . Day 30

Review 4

holohula . katotl tatotl

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shapeshifter . vulture culture . planette . horizontal . k1 project . ethereals

     Remind yourself to practice shapeshifting your attention. Pay attention to your attention. Truly ingest, imbibe, embrace, caress – grok! – what you do your pas de deux with in the along of your every day. Pas de leaves. Pas de cat. Pas de pieds. Leaf dance. Cat dance. Feet dance. Keenly recall that if you lived in a featureless vacuum or even drifted in the starstudded reaches of vasty space — to be set down in the impossible Faberge Egg of our beloved planet would take your breath away in marveling.  So practice marveling. Not the occult, but the oh!cult, the breathtaking, indelible knowledge. The only veils between you and skipping delight, somersaulting delight are what the Hawaiians would call the aka of tangled dismays with People, personally and societally. “Beauty is truth, truth beauty.”  

    The jungianesque version of how to leapfrog into well behavior would have you practicing the shapeshifting of your attention, doing what happy-enough, well people do. The freudianesque version of getting you more hale and more hearty of psyche, your curiosity cured,  would require the all-but-endless worming over what prevents you from bloody leaping joy. Some knowledge of the structures of habitual unconscious dismay can have its uses, but the point is undocking from the gigantic baggage scow of your past woes and unillumined angsts and shinily practicing the art of your present instead. Or to greedily gobble up the feast of all the presents that The Blue has fashioned for your delectation. (We do get to the People challenges in detail in Book 2, but you won’t really change those dynamics until you have a spangled treasure chest of collaborative untarnishable value to bring to the Dynamics Table. If you have a collaboration between you and AllElse, you bring strength and delight to bear on the intrigues of the often unfathomable interactions with People.)

    The People (past, present, imagined future) have influences you might or might not allow, but they have no inherent right to be in the sanctuary of the center of your head. Not your friend, your spouse, the politicians of the day, your boss, your deity, and so on. The point, the bullseye is to give you a foundation, a fountain, from which to have true rather than false and frantic relationships with the People who occur in your version of [Your Name]’s Drama 21^st Century Edition.

    The only reason you don’t admire spiders and vultures is because somebody neglected to nurture your enchantment for the electric eclectic. No, I don’t love spiders crawling over my pillow, but I do try to gently grasp them in a piece of tissue and place them tenderly outside. If you unlock your heart from the shuddering which was written upon your parchment by others, you might incline to be more kind. Hast thou indeed “entered into the treasures of the snow”? Hast thou “numbered the clouds in wisdom”? “Gavest thou the goodly wings unto the peacocks?” If I can’t make it, I’m reluctant to break it. I am nowhere near as harmless as many. I do try to be less dimly aware of the denizens with whom I share this spectacular planette. It takes only tweaking my attitude, a tiny effort I can afford. If you practice applauding the ingenious tho unpretty with less cringing and recoiling, you’ll be startled at how much more appreciation, like snowmelt treasured, waterfalls into your days.

      Continue noticing the varieties of densities, the planettes of experiences that your life encompasses. The exploration of your Fasci Nation and Imagi Nation, those continents, those wildernesses full of fjords and vermilion lichen will multiply the horizons of your intellect and your earnest heart. It is startling how nifty a mountain goat your dear consciousness is as it leaps from material mountain range to remembered mountain range to imagined mountain range in twinklings, seamlessly. If you pay attention, you’ll become aware of these traverses, and your élan or liveliness will by this increase of light-bloom.

       Review the vertical prejudices you noted in your log. Continue to notice how beastily the prejudice to the Vertical, to the kneejerkedly hierarchical pollutes the structures of our personality, our society, our perceptions. The main difference between the deep future and our present is this very vertical prejudice. In the deep future, we have learned to grok stuff, situations, schemes, spherically rather than vertically. Shifting the axis of our appreciation to horizontal is a first huge step toward the genuinely eclectic, the spherical eclectic. Consider in every situation how it might be consoled or made more enchanted, more lyrical by grokking it in an horizontal way.

    As we can’t give you a brain transplant, we’re sneakily and cheerfully implanting the burgeoning acceptance of multirealities in your current dear brain. Giving you a passport to intraworlds travels. You do this swiftly, constantly, and easily now. You just aren’t very conscious of it often. The notion is lucid waking and lucid dreaming. For fun and verve, and some nerve. The universe probably only weeps a single tear or maybe two if you live a vegetative narrow-minded robotic life. Multi-D’s for your own juice and lucidity. And so you might have some elation to share with those around you.

   It can be rather daunting to realize that the only K1 moment is this very present. It slides back to K11 and before us are vistas of K11. The stable solidity is a moving moment – as rare as hens' teeth in the sweep of realitys. The moment just past is as gone as a melted snowflake. We maintain its value in our moth-eaten memorys generally, but the actual toe-stubbing world is vanished each moment. Please contemplate reality facets other than the present moment with grounded care. If your physical vision begins to blur or you find yourself daydreaming a lot a lot with whatever purpose, do get grounded and do the dishes or some such. Keep your discernment. A lot of the reason much of these matters has been coded or occult is that you can become unhinged from your basic path and tasks – which can be more bruising and confusing than enchanted trance. The point is to illuminate your days, not derail them.

    The relationship between you and your ethereal or less-dense selves is an endless and intricate study. I implore you not to fall for the Vertical Model claptrap that daily-you is coarse, gross, less fine than your 'soul.' What a con job that has been thru history. You are courageous and gallant and talented in this realm in a way that your 'soul' can’t begin to appreciate except thru you. A bossy or domineering or contumely 'soul' is like a chicken hawk —  a person who doesn’t sweat or go to the war but is chock full of stentorian advice about how the actual soldiers should feel and act. Without exception, whoever you are, I can safely say that your ‘soul’ could do with being more humble and more helpful. It’s exhausting and exciting to be embodied. It would be handy to have a cheerful and ingenious genie or 'soul' on one’s side instead of some nag who fills your cup with guilt and remorse.

    I’m very grateful that the camaraderie between me and my 'soul' is pretty daggone cheerful and enheartening on the whole. It’s no doubt because of this reasonable relationship that I am so keen for justice cosmos-wide. Sentient Rights.

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Notes

I do these Notes because I remember reading TS Eliot’s big poems and they’d have these passages of Greek or Latin. I wanted to know what they meant. I was happy to learn, but had no way to find out in those days. I like to be able to use idiosyncratic or coined words, but for the curious reader, it feels fair to give an occasional explanation fuller than what one can deduce from the context. Tidbits for word nuts, I suppose, and for fellow thought-weavers.

[notes vasty tempest; vermilion; jung, freud, Faberge egg, pas de deux, lichen, delectation; stentorian; contumely; ]

.. vasty .. vasty deep is from Shakespeare, & Prospero in The Tempest can conjure spirits from the vasty deep. Your conjuring is to use the wand of your attention to ignite each thing you just short of staggeringly encounter.

.. vermilion .. the molten red-gold color of an ember;  In The Windhover, darling <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = “urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags” />Hopkins says “…blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,/Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion.” In other words when the ash-covered ember in a fire falls and knocks off the ash, we see in that gash the shock of the vermilion.

.. a lot of the tough little mossy lichen stuff is vermilion.  

.. Re Jung & Freud in the most simple terms – Jung was more inclined to teach the person a widening more ebullient version of themselves. Freud liked worming over the paltry past, lifting up inner rocks to see what writhed there. I know folks who have indulged in this tedious examination twice weekly for years and have remained as neurotic as they began.

.. “beauty is truth” Keats, Grecian Urn;

.. treasures of the snow, Job Bk 18 38:22; clouds in widom 38:37; unto the peacocks 39:13, King James Bible;

.. Faberge eggs are exquisite crafted tiny worlds, like the darling planet; especially the more lyrical eggs by Perchin; (fah-bear-jay; pear-sh-an .. [the first sound of answer before you add the ess sound]);

.. pas de deux is the big dance for the two principals in a ballet, steps for two, dance for two; pas de leaves would be dance with leaves, & so on.

.. realitys, memorys – I just think the look of the 'ys' is so much more fuerte or strong than the pallid 'ies'. I know I can’t do it all the time or your traditional sensibilitys would be affronted, but I like to sneak the form in sometimes. I have no idea why we changed from the original form.

.. delectation .. when something is muy yum, tasty, delicious, delectable.

.. contumely .. very swollen with pride.             

.. stentorian .. too loud & bossy; from Stentor, a herald in the Trojan War with a voice as loud as 50 men.

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Ask Dr. Druid . Day 29

Ethereals

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Dan Gero’s Interim Evaluation

Regarding Terran Incarnates

Report to the South Mars Gazette

    Presently Terran Incarnates have no inherent rights under Galactik Law. Presently Terran Incarnates have no inherent rights under Galactik Law. Only recently have Incarnates developed sufficient consciousness to be considered Galactiks rather than merely humans, the galactik slang for clever pets.    

     The raging Question that divides the Galactik Council is where the line is drawn for full sentience privileges. Terrans have been considered spiritual chattel, and few of these Earthers are given more than minimal attention by their occasionally resident Ethereal or Noncarnate. Among the Sentient Rights Party, those rare earnest Ethereals who do bother to honor and tend their Terrans, there is an outcry against Incarnate abuse — abuse of the human creature 
    Most other Ethereals are indifferent to the well-being of their Terran hosts. Many Ethereals use Incarnates or solid Earth bodies as an amusement ride or as an experiment. Too few bother to weave a mutuality of experience that gives a steady and reliable élan to the Earthbound.
    It is inconvenient to tend your Terran creature. Their reaction time is slow. They do not speak Galactik which is an holographic multi-dimensional oneiro-language. Terrans can be — well, usually are — stubborn and sulky, and, in relative terms, it must be admitted that they are one degree or another of just plain stupid.
    It is hard to resist wanting to see them react in a frenzy to the most simplistic propaganda. It is especially fun to give them a jolt of cupid juice and watch them make fawning fools of themselves. If you have not forged an irrevocable empathetic bond, it is easy to dismiss them as a gaggle of clever geese.
    At best, most of the multitude of Ethereals can be brought to pity these Terran beasts, these vessels, but damn few respect the creatures.
    It is the contention of the Sentient Rights Party that Ethereals should be denied access to a personal Terran unless the Ethereal is willing to have some training and to sign a set of Incarnate Interaction Guidelines, the flaunting of which incurs genuine repercussion.    The kind of behavior suitable and amusing in a disembodied or ethereal condition can be from hurtful to grotesque in the solid K1 terrestrial state.

The kind of behavior suitable and amusing in a disembodied or ethereal condition — in oneiro-density — can be from hurtful to grotesque in the solid terrestrial state.

     Spiritual physics and spiritual psychology are very different in density, intensity, and consequence from those of the solid K1 Earth Realm, and the Ethereal who thinks the Terran can recover from mayhem, mutilation, and misery with the quickness that it does in the more protean, less-dense lands is deluding itself.
    You enjoy the Terrans’ augmented sensitivity, and though you can, you may not torment these tender creatures for your own kicks. Perhaps worse is the boredom you inflict on your Terran partner when you erratically withdraw the élan of your attention in order to pursue quicker, slicker galactik games.
    No one requires that you partner a solid realm K1 Terran, but if you do, you must comprehend at least the rudiments of how they experience time. To you, time is in most regards ephemeral and holospheric, a quixotic erotic zephyr. To them it is largely sequential, a river, and what to you would seem sluggish.
    The Sentient Rights Party insists that if you spend some least effort, Terrans can learn some of your quicksilver ways, and you for your part can swim in delicious thick water that could actually drown you. The consequences of ethereal action and of the more dense incarnate action are so different. You give Terrans glimpses of a quicksilver and golden life and they call you angels who live in heaven and you are so flattered that you accept the superiority and bask in their adulation when in fact Terrans are better, more accomplished and more gifted and doggèd in their own dense realm than you can ever be.
    If Terrans had full Sentient Rights, if they joined the Galaxy, you could speak together in respect, you could each impart your special knowledge. Incarnate abuse poisons the whole Galaxy in the end. Incarnate abuse cannot be kept a filthy little backwater-world secret forever. It stains our souls.
    You don’t care if you slaughter them in warring herds, crush and splinter them in car wrecks, twist them with disease. It’s all a frisson to you: you get a vicarious buzz from their flood of adrenalin. You are detached from their terror; they are embedded in it.
    It is that creature’s only direct life, and there ought be limits to how you toy with that precious span. Terrans have become sufficiently sentient to deserve Galactik recognition as Sentients with Protected Rights.    Early on, it was a cool trick to inhabit the more dense realms and to discover the particular spectrum of experience that a solid body and linear experience gives. As the creatures developed culture, civilization, and history, you shifted from being their masters to being their partners, or those without hellish arrogance did. It became their world while we weren’t watching.
    The ethereal experience may be the pearl in the oyster, but when you’re hungry, it’s the oyster itself that gratifies.

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Dan Gero is a Martian philosopher and journalist who travels undercover to Earth to study all its menagerie. He specializes in observing the biped mammal nicknamed human. His contributions to the South Mars Gazette have been highly influential in keeping Mars from voting on the Galactik Council to send the frequently toxic Earth to the maw of the Black Hole Garbage Scow.

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    As we move along the shaman paths of enhanced and enchanted perception, as we develop the natural disciplines of enhanced and enchanted attentions, we must be not quite wary but keenly aware of the deep seductions of the enhanced, the trance worlds.

    It’s a significant when not overwhelming challenge to be in a body. Things ache; get sunburned if you’re a paleface; itch. There are pleasures and trials. The relationship between your LifeSoul and your EtherealSoul is fascinating and complex. As you’ve guessed my EtherealSoul is of the Sentients Rights Party in an evidently fierce way. As I fight for K1 humane rights, we fight for a saner, more knowledgeable interface or interlace between the vast freedoms of times and manifestation – and the K1 density, intensity, and sense of consequence.

   My druid task has been to stay balanced consciously with my left foot in K1, as it were, and my right foot in the Ethereal Reals, the wholehearted, wholeminded, wholegutted life. This gives glamour and giddy, radiant delight to each leaf and immensity to each grief.

    I have seen so many Terrans or Earthers whose Elan has cut out when things get hideously tough or tedious in DayHere.

    Instead of keeping Mirth or Wry or Fascination a solace in the storm or an oasis in a drought, the Elan abandons the Earther because it is too busy or too refined. It disdains dirt, discomfort, despair – or, more rarely – makes a fetish of them.

    Those of us intraworlders, as awake in our nights and awake in our days as we can astonishedly accomplish, fight like tygers our sisters, wolves our brothers for K1 respect.

    Druids walk in both wakings the amazed paths of the electric eclectic. If they err, it is to defend the rights of K1 sentience against the Ethereal pride, contumely. Against abstraction. There is no such thing as an abstract heartbeat – not one single one in your whole life.

   As you awake to your wholer life, these matters will begin to unfold, as a flower bud unfolds to a bloom, in your awakening awareness of justice justice justice.   

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