At some point, the sound rounds off like some kind of vertical inculculator. It is attendyouwaited by the franceness and fry-volity of linguisitic elitism. Or is that deletism? Who said we can’t make up words or change them, as long as someone can figyou’re it out? Sure, when we want to get a point across, or to get a cross pointed, we use horizontal planespeak. But planespeak is plain unless it gets spiked, and punnish, but not so much as to make it slainspeak. Then again, the same word heard becomes dead in the head if said again again, so you’ve got to regen-erate or regain-erate the meaning by a new generation of pundom.

Is that ‘wheel’ or ‘we’ll’? As in, ‘wheel move on to the next sigh-cool’.

Ok, back to work. Good to hear y’all are doing well (jwm)!

JWM

Ben- thanks for the encouragement. I guess we are all going through certain endstages of cycles at this moment. Have to seek out the light, I suppose.

Thanks Bob, for making the mundane the fundane, as I’m sure your Dane is.

Hey Jim: Better to be a spiritual “retard” (like Paul was) than uncovered rotten meat (like that mullah guy in Australia).

JWM: Outstanding knews!

Van: I like arguing with the old me (who is a loser, and smells like rotten meat), because I (the knew me) always win.

Lisa: Not get too depressed?
Well then, take two of Bob’s posts and it will cancel out the weaker too.
No, I’m not a doctor, but I did sleep at a Holydayin last night.

Right there with you JWM (Glad you’re feeling better – your situation makes me feel a little ashamed for dragging about over this bug that’s been hanging on for the last couple weeks). I’m one of those who write all over the margins of my books, my kids say “Dad’s arguing with the Authors again!”, well lately I’ve been looking over some of the notes & thoughts I’ve written over the years, and I have been arguing up a storm with me-then.

How could I have missed so much? Been so foolish? Then again, how could I be me-now, without having been me-then?

Gagdad, I’m familiar with the cycles too – it’s almost gotten to the point that I observe to my-beside-myself “Oh look, I’m feeling blue again, isn’t that interesting? That means that in a week and a half I’ll be all fresh & energetic again. yawn. Nice weather isn’t it? How about some Coffee?”

If you were to hit a slow blogging period, I’m wondering what you’d do with your daily 5:00a.m. thoughts? Catch and Release? hmm, I think not. You’re a beacon Bob, fire’s gotta burn one way or the other. Just make sure you keep warm, and we’ll keep a lookout for the glow.

Can you comment or post about the last great transition of our lifetimes? That is, on the part of the transition that happens on this side of the fence.

Specifically,

- helping loved ones through the dying process
- preparing for our own transitions
- the experience of the last embodied moments
- how to die a “human” death

I view death as a transition, an ending followed by a rebirth – literally and symbolically. Not a bad thing, just a change, albeit a bigger one than all the mini-deaths and rebirths already experienced in a lifetime.

But I also cherish and love life. I view the ending of life as something to be regretted and mourned.

There appears to be some tension between these two positions.

Perhaps the part that animates us – the part that truly makes us alive – never dies, and this is the part that gives the expereince we call “life” its real value.

But then I also remember, “as above so below.”

So if the body is dissipated, and the individual mind is annihilated, then wouldn’t this suggest that the Overmind, and the collective and individual soul are obliterated as well?

I’ve always thought that upon the death of the human receiver, the projection stops, but the projector remains intact.

But this could hardly be the case. The vertical and the horizontol are metaphysically bound to each other. They come into being together and they coexist, even though the vertical proceeds the relative. So musn’t they go out of existence with each other as well?

The only way for this metaphysics to work is if the vertical and the horizontal are both relative. They must both be obliterated on death and the Absolute must be prior to both of them.

The vertical can be a ladder to the Absolute, but not the Absolute itself. This suggests that my prior belief that the higher vertical transcends death is wrong.

My internal and my external worlds both came into existence when I was born, or rather around my second birthday when my consciousness first emerged. So whatever preceded it will be ther when my worlds are gone.

But I can’t remember what that is just yet. Well at least I’ve given you some potential ideas for your next series of posts.