last night i was talking to bohr, dropping knowledge on him, and i drew a crowd of listeners. it was flowing really strongly and even though the things i said were for and about him, there were multiple levels working and the words had simultaneous deeper meaning for all the other people in that circle listening. the flow comes from within me but not of me…when it comes through, i am learning as well. this is something that comes through when others are wanting/needing a message and open to accepting it. what i’ve been learning, is how to channel that energy while keeping myself out of its way. it is a power surge. the more that comes through, the more i have to relax my identity around it, focus the stream, give it the clearest path to those connected, keep the door open, and allow myself to go with it without being afraid. disciplined commitment. like playing a musical instrument of things that are hidden in plain sight but very real. last night was powerful. successful. new level. the words really fell into place and something else was there with us. positive flow, powerful opportunity for awakenings. an almost tangible presence of truth and deep connection.

memorable.

it takes great discipline to study with a master. the truth is, most people lack the faith for it. but those who do, achieve.

walking into a denny’s after not having been in one for almost 10 years and having just written a story set in one…felt like walking into my own imaginary place. moving around externally in a place i created internally. while we were at the table, furious drops of water splashed the window.

“that’s some heavy rain,” my cousin said.

the diner in my mind had snow outside, but the rain felt very quentin-tarantino-esque. 3 in the morning and we’re discussing parellel universes and how to get along with the in-law’s. it all felt too bright around the edges, too dull around the middle, but exactly as it should be–real.

“no wait…it’s just the sprinklers,” he said. “but it really does look like rain.”

for a few minutes we were out of time, out of place. we were in a diner in the middle of the night in a place where rain pelted sidewalks and windows, existing in a self-contained universe unto itself. it felt like a movie set. i looked around for suspicious looking characters. if this were a true tarantino set, then it’s always wise to expect surprises.

tonight was a huge success.

laura – “what’s uncanny is that everything that’s being said here can be applied to every one of our lives.”

we talked about how when we control our dreams, we are more empowered in our waking lives.

tonight –prominent orion, fluctuating moon.

unusually high winds and a power outtage

for one night, i controlled it.