Mingling Intimately

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“Consciousness creates form. It is not the other way around. All personalities are not physical. It is only because you are so busily concerned with daily matters that you do not realize that there is a portion of you who knows that its own powers are far superior to those shown by the ordinary self.”  ~  Seth, spoken through Jane Roberts

“There are so many unsung heroines and heroes at this broken moment in our collective story, so many courageous persons who, unbeknownst to themselves, are holding together the world by their resolute love or contagious joy. Although I do not know your names, I can feel you out there.” ~ David Abram

As I settled in, got my head out of political journalism, I realized that I am out of friggin coffee, and I want more, so I have to take a break from writing, right up front, to make more of that sumptuous brew that some people, many people, use to make candy drinks. I love that they do that. I also love that I don’t. There’s nothing like a good steamin’ cup of black coffee in front of you while you write writerly stuff. All this coming from a guy who still holds a vivid image of Juan Valdez and his mule smiling at a shopper from down the aisle in the supermarket. If you don’t understand my pop culture reference here, you are young enough to not know what you are missing. I miss those days of innocence. Shit, I can’t remember anything beyond the old Shake and Bake commercials. Or was that Wake and Bake. Whatever dude I don’t remember. Gotta go start a fresh pot. Busy backson.

I’ve been finding that the feature on Facebook that takes you back to “memories” is kinda cool. Because of this blog, which I write nearly daily, I have a journal of sorts, and I find that I like to go back and see where my head was at this time last year. I re-posted one yesterday that talks about mental illness, and how I see it, and relate to it. Boy howdy don’t turn your back on these disorders folks! Just sayin’. Now, this morning I read one of those old posts and found a brief passage  about an intense and gentle bout of spontaneous flirtation. The scene was like something out of a movie. I knew that the woman involved has connections to Hollywood people but I didn’t know until later that day, when I googled, that she is pretty darned famous in her own right, and highly accomplished as well, and I was like wow. Lucky me, right? I ain’t bragging. There are brief and beautiful encounters in life. This was one; one of the best. I should note that I just went back into the archives to find that post, to provide a link for you to click, but that post is simply not there. It’s not there! Then I went to the browser history and it is not there either. Very freakin’ strange. I’m not kidding folks. Seems that the Universe is messing with my head bigtime. I read that post less than an hour ago. I remember the conversation like it happened just yesterday. And when I remembered the conversation I remembered falling in love. Now, the gift of falling in love is that it connects you with the love you have within yourself. It’s not likely she is reading this, but, my dear, if you are let’s do coffee sometime. As for you readers please know that this “missing post” thingy is NOT a literary or comic device. That post really did vanish. But – there really is magick in the world, but I prefer the kind expressed through that conversation to the kind where I lose a friggin post and now it is going to friggin haunt me all day. Hey, maybe that woman buys hardware? It’s a workday. If a guy doesn’t dream he’s a gull danged fool. Imagine that the conversation occurred with us both leaning, face to face, close, our forearms resting atop a cage full of kittens. You’ll never see that in a movie. I got to be there in realtime. Actuality and imagination sometimes mingle intimately. Ssss-weet!

Wow. It’s time to prep for work. The sinus infection is starting to budge under the antibiotic assault, but I still feel like crap. The headache is the worst. No biggie. I have been given the remembrance of magic, as well as a realtime example of magic. I’m nodding my head here, as I write, in the affirmative, noting the illusory nature of time, and the power of love, and I realize that this post may sound contrived. Nope. It ain’t.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

 

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