Storytellers and makers of beautiful things sometimes deal with the downside of creativity. Maybe this next bit will come off as triggering, but artists don't always have an easy time on this rock. For some, these trips around the Sun are white-knuckle rides. One way or another, we all stick around for as long as we can, so it's best to focus on the joy and memories and stories and beauty that's been left for the rest of us to hold in our hearts.
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Safe Word – "Pomegranate."I'm willing to entertain most anything, so the concept of Twin Flames has a lot of material with which to play. Therefore, my take on the whole Cosmic Twin Industry is that if one meets her/his missing portion of soul, spend wisely whatever time is allotted to you for this Divine Hook-Up, but do not pretend what you've walked into is any kind of Love Connection. In truth, running into your twin is somewhat yucky. All your bad bits reflected back atchya! The meaning behind the encounter? One of you, and hopefully both, will do something that'll help guide each other on the way to the next rest stop of this magical mystery ride. Isn't that more useful and beautiful than a hackneyed Hallmark Channel moment? Love is propulsion; it's the energy that fuels our journey.
Just remember: You are not the cup. You are its contents. Drink up!
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THE STORY OF O & D
by UnknownOrt's out back digging holes and thinks we haven't caught on to the fact that he waits for the phone to ring. He's never quite sure who's on the other end when he picks up, but the voice that comes across belongs to Darla. What does Ort hope to plant in those holes out back? Is there something that needs to be laid to rest instead?
Darla's Scar: If thought means life, why am I told to get out of my head?
Ort's haiku composed while he was digging up the yard:
Glad to have crossed paths.
Added to the list someday:
"The Girls I Once Knew." -
We interact with each other's mask
(Parti Town gets brisk business)
You only know the me I put on
for everyday wearMeat Is Where the Might Is
The shell is but a calling card'Round and 'round we've been and never once have we gotten this trick right. Strange emotions and uncomfortable realizations equal the best we can expect from the present situation.
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Karmic Stuff!Low Vibrational Bertha is a collector of friends. Contacts make the man as long as they don't come too close. Madge is a badge of having arrived. Clyde is a member of Bertha's exclusive tribe. Lena is a better post than most against which B can lean. Ask these admirers what it is that makes their girl a keen confidant. They'll fidget and giggle while contemplating the question, only to say: "Bertha remembers my birthday."
Bertha's Moment of Self-Actualization!
I can't express what I don't understand, so I'll use this stagnant time to rest and make art nobody appreciates. I do not love love, but I know obsession feels like the peeling away of my skin. If I were to be perfectly honest, the sneaky tingling of love is probably a better sensation. The gifts I have are locked up in a tower. Good luck gettin' at 'em! Short answer? I only know how to do me.
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petrified
putrefied
the vibe around here
is of something
Not Alive
How much of this experience can be cannibalized?
Be sure to sign a DNR**DREAM NEW REALITIES
The Temperament!
The Temperament!
Darla finally understands what Ort had meant
when he said:
"You're a paradox with a glue gun, Darla, setting up Boothby* like you do."*…and this is what happens when you dream new realities. You end up being the sole holder of the key to everything.
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This is not our time. At most, we've been around the bend twice. Early days still to be well enough to collaborate. We'll just have to remember our safe word for the next time, and time after that, and one more time again. Each meet-up should prove to be more productive than the last. Even though I'm running, I've let you know I'm running. The last thing I want you to do is take the bait. This is not a game of chase. Fate has something else planned, like having a second (third…fourth…fifth…sixth) look at our unfinished business. Love is equal parts faith and uncertainty. It is fuel to keep us on an unknowable course. -
Going down rabbit holes again and I hope to high heaven I don't meet up with one of Ort's zombunnies. This meditation stuff is tough. But if I'm going to manifest a way to get to Ōkunoshima on a crafter's salary I need to be more creative than I've ever been. Wow! That's one ginormous teacup. Am I just hallucinating? Well, sure hope this talking dieffenbachia gives me a tip on a cheap plane ticket.
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Upside down cups, a potted plant and coins rattle-rub against a paperback at the bottom of my gunny sack. How's a girl supposed to ignore omens like that? — The Poet S.Three Weisenheimers got a message for us:
Something can never come from nothing.
I looked for the entrance. Paths would have been left to weed and ruin had I not learned to cut things out. One step led to plans trampled. Underfoot was found the lock with no key. I had no clue that I knew this detour would lead you to me.Contentment comes to call when the forecast promises lead in the sky and teardrop-shaped puddles. The air is heavy with excitement and a return to a true idea is expected. Greys and Greens equate calm and peace of mind. Wetness is a reminder of where creativity is hidden (ties in with that "lock with no key" concept.)
Please don't turn into the furniture and become lost to the world
8 is my favorite number and you've been sitting too long
I must believe what you believe will not destroy you, because where you're headed …
We return to Stardust whether this gig works out or not. -
Work? YES!
Calling what you do A JOB?
Work on changing that concept into your CALLING.
Our journey begins with how we name a thing.QUICK FIRE CHALLENGE … THOUGHTS!
I like being the only misfit in the room. However, now that I've stumbled upon the "Lost Continent," I'm considered downright square and prime fogey material compared to the shades with whom I hang. I'm going to let you in on a secret: We play for a losing team. I want my World Champion ring, but I won't get it where I'm currently sitting. All of my teammates favor a schedule that has either petrified or liquified their formerly fiery desires (and those once girlish figures!) You can keep your 3's and 4's mateys. No one notices a spoiled code copier coiled in the dark. I bring my torch every time I enter the cave, but I've just discovered the batteries I need have been recalled.
… and for all of our striving, we'll still need to show that piece of paper we had a decade to make.
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