The Royal Road to Destruction

I had a dream that Mark Zuckerberg lived in Portland, and he had a place where you could go and see him right downtown.

I was on his property, and we were talking about the clay I used yesterday at the hospital. If I was going to be famous, which I am, I can't use the clay. It makes it so my fingerprints leave marks. The people in my line of work that came before me were Steve Jobs, then Mark Zuckerberg, then me, and I would be recognized for my work on the brain.

I was sitting down at a table with someone else, and a glass of wine spilled and landed on both my friend (someone older and female), and me. I didn't think anything of it, but my friend got upset. She said the wine was an older smellier version of real wine, and it landed on us to discredit us.

My friend in the dream was Subbie.

In real life, I have been feeling really really bad. I keep my head up at all times, keep my head above water, everywhere I go I keep my head above water.

I keep wondering about how I am doing, am I crazy? Am I crazy? That's the question I keep asking myself. And it keeps coming back as, damn I must be, but what about this experience? Or what about this?

My guides have given me enough proof that I am psychic, I know my guides exist, I know they are real spirits, etc. The question is, are we really doing anything meaningful or are we on THE ROYAL ROAD TO DESTRUCTION?! I can't access very much information, I know absolutely nothing. I know my brain contains a lot of information, but my ability to consciously grab at it has withered.

I woke up this morning, and I have an image in my head from a recent dream prominently ingrained in my mind. It is of a old Victorian house, and a pipe leading from the top floor down to the bottom floor. In the dream, it was in a coloring book, and I was coloring this pipe in.

War on Christmas?

In this house, we are atheists (which wasn't mentioned to me at a young age). However, as a young child, we had a little nativity scene in with our Christmas decorations. Every year I would play with it, and it formed part of my early understanding of the Christian religion. Except I misheard, and I thought it was "Cheesus" and the thing around his head was the cheese.

In other words, the concept of God wasn't commented on until I reached a certain age.

What is the war on Christmas? A fight to eliminate a holiday? Some laugh here, as we start decorating for the holidays way too early, and are blasted with the same Christmas carols year after year on repeat way too many times.

Is that what the war on Christmas is? I say, no. The war on Christmas is, quite simply, a fight to remove Jesus from the holiday.

Now we can fight till the cows come home over the original holiday (apparently it was Pagan or someth'), or we can just admit that in this day and age, Christmas is Christ's birth celebration. Do people have some sort of problem admitting that we celebrate Christmas in this country? Now, I don't personally care if a store decides to use an all-inclusive "happy holidays" greeting instead of the standard "Merry Christmas," as to not leave out our Jewish friends. But is there something freaking wrong with a nativity scene?

Some say, I don't like seeing icons of stuff I don't believe on government property! And we've all been there, we don't like the way the country is run either but there isn't a well-formed "violation of church and state" law to draw upon.

The country was formed on Christian principles, and it doesn't indoctrinate anyone to have a depiction of Jesus' birth on public land. That's what I think. And then we get a chorus of "They were deists!"

Anyway, I think that "violation of church and state," applies to actual laws and not decorations.

And then, we get the red cup controversy, where Subbie and Conscie clashed and then Conscie agreed.

Well, it's kind of nice to have a design on a cup, instead of just a blank red cup. It's fine to point that out, everyone. Hey what gives? No manger scene?

I think next year, Starbucks should have a nativity scene on the cup. We had an atheist "nothing" year, now let's have a Ch- Chr- Christ, Ch- Chr- Christmas year. It doesn't mean you are a heathen if you are gay!

It's time we do away in one fall swoop with the Christianity phobia. What it comes down to is the, "people who believe in that don't believe in science!" argument over and over again. A lot of people don't think that's a valid argument.

And while were at it, we'll have a pharmaceutical design on the cups to celebrate atheist's Christmas next year.

Time

For now, we exist in this present moment. But did we always?

If you were in a dimension, and someone else was in another dimension, and these two dimensions do not interact or are easily reachable by each other, let's say only every once in awhile does someone pass between them and when they do, no information is relayed between them.

What time is it in the other dimension?

What is that person in the other dimension doing, RIGHT THIS MOMENT? The answer is, a whirlwind of activities and not anything in particular!

Time only exists as a reference point. If you look at what someone else is doing, you both check your clock and discuss what you were doing at 3:00 sharp. Otherwise, when you pass, there is a time warp. You spend enough time in transit, you will never be able to synchronize watches between the two dimensions!

There is only a need for intelligent synchronistic features of time if the two time zones intercept. Otherwise, there is no reason for there to be time kept in one dimension and time kept in the other, and for to be any continuity between the two time zones.

Does time go backwards? Time never goes backwards, silly. That's because at the same time, no imprint or continuous occurrence of past events reiterates. There's no such thing as time travel!

What is time? Time is flow, movement or change. It can change rapidly at times, stay the same at other times, and never ceases to amaze the weirdos. What if time went faster sometimes, and slower other times? Does it need to occur at a continuous pace? The answer is, no. Right now it's going really fucking slow too!

Peace

I have no anger at anyone, and I am open to any new friendships that come my way. I am serious, there is no one I am holding on to anger at.

Last Night's Dreams: A Return to the Holy Place

Last night I had a dream where I woke up, and I was lying in bed. I was fully convinced that I was wide awake. Then, some spirits (or people?) came into my room and snatched me from my bed!

I was put on my airplane, but there was a moment where it was hard to get away from the cops that were outside the house (the guardianship?). I was put on an airplane, and we were flying over this place with beautiful flowers that were so big, I could see them very very well from the airplane. We landed in the beautiful gigantic flower garden, and there were three colors of flowers that I was looking at in the dream. Deep purple roses, and black and white roses. In the dream, I was in the flower garden and I suddenly thought of Chance, a young man who died recently whom I knew.

The flower garden had a really weird emotional connotation, and when I think of it now, it reminds me of Miss Piggy. That makes no sense, but that was the closest concept the flower garden reminded me of.

Then I got back on the airplane, and there was a song playing that I liked. Now that I am awake, Subbie told me it was a real song that I listen to on a regular basis. In the dream, Subbie pointed out that there were a couple other songs that we wanted to check out we never got the chance to.

Then, we landed in some sort of marketplace. I was being escorted somewhere. My spirit guides kept pointing out a burger joint in the region. When I finally got close enough to look at it, it was some place called like Fisher Price Burgers (it wasn't the name in the dream, that is closer to the emotional connotations of the name. In the dream, I was thinking that Fisher Price Burgers was a more fitting name). It has the emotional connotation of when I was a very young child, and the way places like McDonald's seem to really young kids. The entire place had kind of an elven emotional connotation.

I think this dream is trying to tell me to get back to my youth-like state of wonder with the world. I have lost touch with that feeling, that feeling of awe with the wonders of the planet. I feel so worn-down, thinking of global warming and all the atrocities that are about to unfold on the planet. Also, the flower garden indicates the holy side of myself.

The Cross-Eyed Smiley Face

I have some sort of image in my head, in association with enlightenment.

It is a cross-eyed smiley face. Or maybe not cross-eyed, cross lipped. Or some sort of abnormal facial expression.

It combines the emotional connotation of smiley faces, with some rhythm of drumming, with the feeling you get as a kid looking at your dad's computer stuff. Like, really intensely technical.

It has a low-level computer engineering feeling to it. And it is a colorful smiley face.

But that doesn't do it justice. It has the feeling of breaking through two-dimensions and becoming three-dimension. Or breaking through three-dimensions and becoming more than four dimensions.

It reminds me of that South Park episode, where Stan found out the Tooth Fairy wasn't real and started questioning everything at the same time, and had an existential crisis. The music from that episode.

I can't really do that image justice. It just exists somewhere in my frame of thought.

And above all, it has a feeling of zen.

It came into my mind when I was watching a video by Osho, in reference to when Osho laughed when he reached enlightenment because the process of enlightenment was absurd.

Fungal Women: Heavens, what are the SHROOMS doing here?

For I, once was, wasn't, and then was again, a fungal woman. One of the women who reacts to the world with indifference, swallows the fungal cure, and revisits pastimes long spent off.

In short, These Three Fungal Features appear in Fungal Woman old and young alike:

1. Dark wavy hair, or auburn.

2. Fungal cures (drugs or whatever)

3. Resistence to anecdotal evidence


Merry hee hay ho, that's all.