Thursday, April 16, 2020

John Prine, you wrote my life - day 14

UPDATE:  Sad news: John died April 7 of  covid-19.

Years ago, I had a themeless website where I collected and recorded things that interested me. I don't know what became of most of the stuff, but one thing I managed to save was a series of posts I wrote that I titled: "John Prine, You Wrote My Life."

In honor of John and in hopes that he recovers fully from covid-19 and is released from the hospital soon, I'm going to post here one chapter a day from that writing, along with a YouTube clip of John singing the song that inspired it (as long as a YouTube clip exists of it).

I have no doubt John's songs have written millions of folks' experiences. These are mine.


John Prine, You Wrote My Life

a life unstuck in time (to borrow a phrase from Kurt Vonnegut, Jr),
so this story can go on and on in dis-order, added to at any time the whim (or need) arises


Chapter 14

Linda Goes to Mars© 
---German Afternoons

Now I ain't seen no saucers 'cept the ones upon the shelf
And if I ever see one I'll keep it to myself
For if there's life out there somewhere beyond this life on earth
Then Linda must have gone out there and got her money's worth

Oh My stars! My Linda's gone to Mars
Well I wish she wouldn't leave me here alone
Oh My stars! My Linda's gone to Mars
I wonder if she'll bring me something home

"Well f&#k! (Pardonez moi.)" That's how my email to several contacts started. I finally learned that if the computer eats something or doesn't get something sent just the way I thought I had intended, I should just go with the computer. Divnity operates even at the computer level - and maybe especially there.

So, to continue my email....

"Okay, I defer to the ghost in the computer - just finished a message related to this site and it poof!ed. I don't know where it went.

So check out the site anyway (http://www.probablefuture.com/p558.htm [4/16/20: this site no longer exists]), because there's a different take on remote viewing - it's a little long, but for anyone who has been involved in techincal remote viewing or trained according to protocols originated by military intelligence, there are some interesting alternative points.

Let me know what you think. (I could be way behind the times here, as I'm not really that well-read on the subject. I know some about it, know some of the techniques, have seen some of the courses offered - but my own experiences are personal, spontaneous and without training.)

There's one thing in particular I still have a problem with, and that is, even if you remote view from the theta state - or whatever state permits one to access universal mind, I think there's every likelihood that you will tap into a concurrent alternate reality (as borne out in terms of quantum physics) - and since that can be virtually identical to the one you are currently focused in, you will not necessarily be viewing something that will in fact prove out to be occurring in this particular timeline.

Another comment made on this page is that everybody wants to remember being someone, while nobody wants to remember being everybody. In my own experience, however, that is precisely what is happening to me - I remember and view so many somebodies that I think my viewing is suspect. (In fact, I just read Dolores Cannon's "Legacy from the Stars", and with the exception of one chapter, I could have provided points of the same information as was accessed by each one of her client/subjects. How could that be unless by some bizarre coincidence, I am 'connected' to every one of her subjects, or - more likely - we are all able to access the same information, and they just focus on one or two other 'selves' while I jump all over the god-blessed universe.) I have enough strange experiences and 'trips' that it seems most plausible to me at this juncture that I AM in fact everybody. So there. Of particular note is that time in October 2001, that I went AWOL from this reality and was taken head-on to a space where I was the only being in existence, and everything else in this world (including all of you) was a construct of my mind. It took me a while to shake that - but I went to work immediately to restore my illusion of me-ness, because that other space was terribly uncomfortable.

One part of me is intent upon taking me to and beyond that door between separateness and pea soup, and another part is very adept at slamming the door when I get there. So the best those two parts can come up with for now seems to be forays to certain windows. I don't think this sneak-attack-on-the-ego approach is going to work out - I think we're going to have to convince the ego that it's okay to let me leave the house. Perhaps I'm going to have to quit wishing to be done with this life in order to convince the ego to let me go so it will feel comfortable that I'll come back, huh? If that's the case, we're going to have to do some serious negotiating."

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