Re: ::: East-West of the Border :::

On Jan 30, 2:52�pm, "Blue Resonant Human, Ph.D."
<brotherblu...@hotmail.com> wrote:

::: East-West of the Border :::


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"Soon you too will start receiving messages from other planets just
like
 the rest of us here do. We will then, of course, welcome you into
our
 extended family with open arms."
-B:.B:.  [circa about 93 Moons ago or so]
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The (c) Hive Mynde wrote:

Blue, the colloquial bimboistic, valley-girl jargon you employ to get
your point across must have been acquired on the sandy beaches of San
Diego, and nowhere else Bro.


And then our fingers typed these letters onto the Computer Screan:

No way, d00d.  It's totally chanelled(tm).

TOTALLY.

In fact, I'm not even allowed to look at the screen till the post is
done and The Blanket lifts and I can see what the heck my fingers
just
got through typing into my computer.

It kind of surprises me sometimes when I think to myself, "Woah!  I
just typed that stuff into my computer?!  I didn't even know I KNEW
that stuff!"

Anyway, the old Blue stuff just became kind of stale after awhile ...
rather like the energies of an obscure and pompous old fart who could
seriously use a good blowjob. Or an enema or something.

So I just unplugged from that vector of the stream and plugged back
in
to an entirely different port of the MyndeNet(tm).

But now that you mention it, I wonder if you have a point there
because
I first discovered this new stream quite by accident. I usually go
down
to the end of Newport (a little ways past The Black), hop over the
wall
and walk about half way out between the wall and the ocean.

Then I plonk down and sit cross legged with either a tall-boy Bud or
Miller or a bottle of Cap'n Spice Rum between my legs and draw a
circle
in the sand all the way around me. Then a little banishing and
clearing
and other magickal gestures to pull in some fresh chi and orgone and
stuff into my circle and my body and my spirit then I just close my
eyes, go into my sanctuary and sit for a few minutes.

Sometimes I chat it up a bit with M:. first but other times I just
still my mind and eventually I get a good feeling for where on the
tree
it would be the best or the most educational or the most fun to go --
unless The Blanket falls on my brain.  When THAT happens, then I
pretty
much just fasten my seat belt and hang on for the ride; taking rather
copious mental notes along the way. This is the clever way they
sometimes trick me into various pathworkings I really didn't feel
like
getting into just then.

Because when you start getting seriously into your pathworkings, then
all sorts of REALLY INTENSE STUFF starts happening to you -- even (or
perhaps especially) in your mundane life.

So I usually don't do too much pathworking unless I really feel
strongly compelled to do so, or if The Blanket falls on me and we hop
in the roller-coaster car for a ride.

Anyways, sometimes I'll sit there for just a few minutes or so and
sometimes it drags on into a good 45 minutes or an hour, and when
that
happens, I kind of "wake up" and find out my body is accidentally all
hunched over and stuff, but it's still in my circle. Once, one of the
more superstitious OBecians saw this by accident and now he's going
around telling everyone to watch out for me because I'm some kind of
evil wizard or something.

People just crack me up sometimes.

Anyway, I guess one of those times was when I discovered this newer
little-kid energy stream.

I like it.

It feels clean and innocent and friendly and pure.

And wonderfully refreshing.

So I'll keep flowing with it until it's time to lay that aside too
and
move on again.

Or until the Martians take me to the Plutonium mines with Deano!

-BRH
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