Nonordinary Thought
There are more things on Heaven and Earth, than are dreampt of in your philosophy.
If I define Shaman as one who is spiritually amphibious, able to leap free of all that is corporeal and descend into an imaginal (spiritual) realm, then the first mystic to illumine my imagination is Elmo.
For those who do not know, Elmo is a red goblin-like creature who dwells in a monster infested neighborhood of Sesame Street. I believe it is a suburb of New York.
But anyway, he sings a song, putting himself into trance, and enters an internal landscape of his own design.
As an amusing sidenote, Elmo had a book called Potty Time with Elmo. It had buttons on the side to correspond with pictures in the book.
A Mother complained that one button said "Uh oh...who wants to die?"
This was not an isolated complaint.
It actually said "Uh oh...who has to go?" but the sound quality was poor.
Anyway,
Elmos particular imaginal realm is drawn in crayon.
Some spiritualists talk of travel to other dimensions or vibrating planes, realms, or other such locations.
I think they are imagined places.
If you define real as that which I percieve and so treat as real then nonordinary thought will send you to nonordinary reality.
We all have access to a personal imaginal realm.
Some slip into them more easily than others.
Not all travel to your center is profound.
If you want it be, you need to embroider vivid, structured daydreams. Keep track of your symbolic vocabulary and archetypes.
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How is Chad?
I'm pulsating. I am attempting to unfetter my consciousness. I should have a job soon. Yay for that.
I attended an Eighties Themed Party last week and did a six second Keg Stand even though I don't like beer.
I got to draw on a girls arm which is one of my greatest joys.
This is my house. Or rather, this is what my house looks like from the outside of the Trees.
Inside the Fortress of Foliage is a porch with a Green Chair.
This is my younger brother Niall
and my younger sister Brianna
I love them and I am happy to be around them.
-Chad
If I define Shaman as one who is spiritually amphibious, able to leap free of all that is corporeal and descend into an imaginal (spiritual) realm, then the first mystic to illumine my imagination is Elmo.
For those who do not know, Elmo is a red goblin-like creature who dwells in a monster infested neighborhood of Sesame Street. I believe it is a suburb of New York.
But anyway, he sings a song, putting himself into trance, and enters an internal landscape of his own design.
As an amusing sidenote, Elmo had a book called Potty Time with Elmo. It had buttons on the side to correspond with pictures in the book.
A Mother complained that one button said "Uh oh...who wants to die?"
This was not an isolated complaint.
It actually said "Uh oh...who has to go?" but the sound quality was poor.
Anyway,
Elmos particular imaginal realm is drawn in crayon.
Some spiritualists talk of travel to other dimensions or vibrating planes, realms, or other such locations.
I think they are imagined places.
If you define real as that which I percieve and so treat as real then nonordinary thought will send you to nonordinary reality.
We all have access to a personal imaginal realm.
Some slip into them more easily than others.
Not all travel to your center is profound.
If you want it be, you need to embroider vivid, structured daydreams. Keep track of your symbolic vocabulary and archetypes.
__
How is Chad?
I'm pulsating. I am attempting to unfetter my consciousness. I should have a job soon. Yay for that.
I attended an Eighties Themed Party last week and did a six second Keg Stand even though I don't like beer.
I got to draw on a girls arm which is one of my greatest joys.
This is my house. Or rather, this is what my house looks like from the outside of the Trees.
Inside the Fortress of Foliage is a porch with a Green Chair.
This is my younger brother Niall
and my younger sister Brianna
I love them and I am happy to be around them.
-Chad