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on friday dyaln left speakeasy. at his going away, somehow it came up that i'd witness miracles while in europe, that i'd felt them at a watering hole in cole creek parkway and my general overall realization that every religion has it's share of the unexplainable, it's set of miracles, and no one theory can explain it all.
my stance is usually that there is no intelligence behind it, that there's an energy, like dark matter, that we have no real way of scientifically measuring right now, that we all can manipulate. the conversation thread went more the direction that we're all connected. i made references to the time i looked into near death experiences people have had, and the one by a x-tian that is the white soul bits leaving a mass soul pool and infesting new lives, and leaving whence the life ends.
i recalled hearing the sidewalk cafe story. where someone drinking a cofee overheard satan pleading to god to let him out of his plight, but god reflects that he needs him in his place for just a bit longer. lindsay referenced the new bible of judas uncovered. that it puts forth the last supper differently, that jesus asked who would be the one who would betray him, but that judas stepped forth, and took the burden. there was some talk of different levels of things and jesus/judas were on the 1/0 level while the rest of the deciples were on a lower one. similar to the god and satan 1/0 level.
i really miss my burning man friends. it's a love/hate relationship though. they're some of the few people i know that have a true sense of 'community', that sense you get in a nondenominational worship group where everyone's intent is the same way. in a road-side preacher's tent when everyone wants the same thing. in a truly exclusive club where everyone feels they have the right and the privilege to be there. in a perfect after party, where everyone's in an exhausted state of comfortable zen, similar to the last 3 hours of an all night party, where the only people left on the dance floor are those in perfect thrall, and those who can't stay sitting down.
lindsay spoke of soak. some regional party event, and it reminded me of the church of mez. i looked up mez and it looks like the church shut down. it's final pres release being the usual variety of self deprecating that i remember being their hallmark. i don't think i've ever looked deeply into their website, because i don't recall the description of mez, not being a man, but being a concept, something that connects us, binds us together. it's very much like that thing.
i had a dream last night. i was camping, or in an encampment. some privative, and brutal gathering. there were 3 shrines, or relics nearby. desecrated and profaned, they weren't ultimately destroyed, they still held some sort of ethereal presence. gypsies up kept the one most distant from our camp. perhaps not gypsies, but romanesque and wild and free at heart. i went to take in their shrine and there was a barrier, one was not allowed to get within 15 feet of it, but it was graffitid and dirtied nonetheless. still that sense of something there that could not be destroyed.
i asked the shrine where the mez had gone, and the gypsy overheard. mez, himself was still around. he had gone to a place where the spirits were more open. where the mez could flow free and community was richer. somewhere south. there were snakes in the grass, nasty fuckers, one bit me. but the gypsies had a mushroom you threw into the fire and the smoke, inhaled, would nutralize the poision. but at a cost, for the smoke itself wasn't completly healthy.
i drew the smoke in, and the fire in my veins changed shape, died down, but rose up in another way. the barbaricy around me seemed more evident, but the shrines seemed to shine. still perfectly beautiful under the skin of grafiti and grime. still perfect and whole regardless. it was time to break camp and persue the mez. it would be difficult to rise above such brutish living but all things can be done, if one but starts on the path.
i'm awake now. this all seems to tie together.
my stance is usually that there is no intelligence behind it, that there's an energy, like dark matter, that we have no real way of scientifically measuring right now, that we all can manipulate. the conversation thread went more the direction that we're all connected. i made references to the time i looked into near death experiences people have had, and the one by a x-tian that is the white soul bits leaving a mass soul pool and infesting new lives, and leaving whence the life ends.
i recalled hearing the sidewalk cafe story. where someone drinking a cofee overheard satan pleading to god to let him out of his plight, but god reflects that he needs him in his place for just a bit longer. lindsay referenced the new bible of judas uncovered. that it puts forth the last supper differently, that jesus asked who would be the one who would betray him, but that judas stepped forth, and took the burden. there was some talk of different levels of things and jesus/judas were on the 1/0 level while the rest of the deciples were on a lower one. similar to the god and satan 1/0 level.
i really miss my burning man friends. it's a love/hate relationship though. they're some of the few people i know that have a true sense of 'community', that sense you get in a nondenominational worship group where everyone's intent is the same way. in a road-side preacher's tent when everyone wants the same thing. in a truly exclusive club where everyone feels they have the right and the privilege to be there. in a perfect after party, where everyone's in an exhausted state of comfortable zen, similar to the last 3 hours of an all night party, where the only people left on the dance floor are those in perfect thrall, and those who can't stay sitting down.
lindsay spoke of soak. some regional party event, and it reminded me of the church of mez. i looked up mez and it looks like the church shut down. it's final pres release being the usual variety of self deprecating that i remember being their hallmark. i don't think i've ever looked deeply into their website, because i don't recall the description of mez, not being a man, but being a concept, something that connects us, binds us together. it's very much like that thing.
i had a dream last night. i was camping, or in an encampment. some privative, and brutal gathering. there were 3 shrines, or relics nearby. desecrated and profaned, they weren't ultimately destroyed, they still held some sort of ethereal presence. gypsies up kept the one most distant from our camp. perhaps not gypsies, but romanesque and wild and free at heart. i went to take in their shrine and there was a barrier, one was not allowed to get within 15 feet of it, but it was graffitid and dirtied nonetheless. still that sense of something there that could not be destroyed.
i asked the shrine where the mez had gone, and the gypsy overheard. mez, himself was still around. he had gone to a place where the spirits were more open. where the mez could flow free and community was richer. somewhere south. there were snakes in the grass, nasty fuckers, one bit me. but the gypsies had a mushroom you threw into the fire and the smoke, inhaled, would nutralize the poision. but at a cost, for the smoke itself wasn't completly healthy.
i drew the smoke in, and the fire in my veins changed shape, died down, but rose up in another way. the barbaricy around me seemed more evident, but the shrines seemed to shine. still perfectly beautiful under the skin of grafiti and grime. still perfect and whole regardless. it was time to break camp and persue the mez. it would be difficult to rise above such brutish living but all things can be done, if one but starts on the path.
i'm awake now. this all seems to tie together.