Kiss

There is some kiss we want
with our whole lives.
The kiss of Spirit on the body.

Seawater begs the pearl
to break its shell.

and the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild darling!

At night, I open the window
and ask the moon to come
and press its face against mine.
Breathe into me.

Close the language-door,
and open the love-window.
The moon won't use the door,
only the window.

Rumi

Arabian Wisdom

She who has health has hope;
she who has hope has everything.

Arabian Proverb

Congratulations to HCGers

Hands in namaste I salute you.
On the average you brave HCGers have averaged a loss of over 8 pounds a week.
You are so beautiful!

GREAT THINGS

Great things are happening to you and everyone around you.
Lacey

Bear Mountain Transmutation

I was turning into an animal. The worst of it was that everyone had sensed it but me. I was no longer civilized, polite, or on time. Everyone I knew avoided me, afraid of contracting some new insanity that would ruffle their stifled conditioned habitual patterns and lifestyle. A nearly extinct mountain species was taking turns with my body and shapeshifting in and out of it. I slept in animal skin by night and felt the long white ear tufts, the sharp, lethal claws and the low guttural growl. Grrrrrr. The whole concept turned a corner and got out of hand. The remote control autotuned in by default to only one channel preprogrammed to the Wild. Lynx energy transferred in somewhere between Grizzly Peak and Brittle Silver Mountain, a vortex, a star gate for pristine purity and naturally aware liberation. Ever since the mystery mechanic mapped out the whereabouts of a lair by the Bear bowls I was obsessed with a complete return to the other way that worked better. And what good was this body anyway? You know, the one that got me into trouble with men, pregnant or married off to some thankless captor with a regard for only dinner on the table by 6 and great lovin’ by 9? And who could really blame them? I had a set of January Sports Illustrated headlights and a perfect rest to match that didn’t need the latest trend in miracle or wonder lingerie to visually deceive men. I was a miracle without a mate. I was too wild to tame. If I could have a human mind and a lynx body, an all-good solution would result. So I didn’t cry anymore, I howled. I wanted to pee, discretely in the snow, out of range of mankind and clearly mark my territory. The good lynx then lay down in the snow and watched the town below turn on its lights as the sun retreated westward. She watched in the silence of the snow curled up warm in the den of delightful distance.

I caterwauled miserably upon awakening like a wounded beast. To be in full fur, warming up on a rock on a winter thaw afternoon was my heart’s desire. I would come down in the early morning hours before sunrise for meat scraps put out by the mystery mechanic, the man who would never hurt me because I wouldn’t get close enough, the man who didn’t know enough about me to get a thrill from the capture. The animal angst wished that he, too, could feel the complete exultation of metamorphosis, to be freed from the work-a-day world. I licked my paws and smiled a big cat smile with fangs and tongue. I envisioned a running mate to nip, chase, and roll with in a Deer Creek clearing by Delbert’s deserted mine shaft. But I knew potential mates were nearly extinct and I was the last female of this kind up here in a cut off animal corridor. The elk and mountain sheep were coming down from the snowfields to feed. Rabbit tracks were freshly imprinted in the snow. Straight fox tracks followed. It was a fitting moment to consider the possibly of enough marrow and bone to gnaw on all week.

Four Hour Work Week

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Timothy Ferriss

Liberation through Piracy

You do what you want to do because you want to.
Jack Sparrow

Tonight with No Moon Yet

I am sitting here tonight because it's dark outside.
I am sitting here cleaning out the desk and throwing away unworthy items with abandon.
I am sitting here looking at a photo taken near Hans Gulch on the west side of Arches in Utah.
We were way way in to the limit of no water left unless we dug deep and added iodine, a flavor I've gotten most used to and actually enjoy, associating it with feeling well on the trail.
There was the petroglyph 30 feet high up on the towering cliff hidden by a mature cottonwood in an obscure dead end canyon. I wondered how bad the blisters were getting when I saw it. There were fresh cougar prints so I had lunch next to them. In time I might even post the image here for you to see. It's a spaceship with 5 little oval windows and a tractor beam with a horned figure appearing beneath the ship. The ranger said it was carbon dated when I showed it to him. It's my one and only Class IV Glyph. It's almost time to share it. Maybe that's on the equinox if I'm so inclined although spring skiing might seduce me again. Just thinking about it I have to go out to the deck on the moonless night to admire Sirius above the snowy peaks. Bet it looks just as fine in that remote Moab canyon. I have spring fever in January.

I did save the bronze wind resistant lighter, the triband radio and Bhutanese coin collection.
I didn't save the scorpion remains nor the mouse nest made of green and red raffia and remnants of a sheepskin rug.

Where I Am Now

I have relocated to another dimension.
You can reach me telepathically.

Seal

Seal of treasure.
Seal of concealment.
Seal of entrustment.
It is simply that.
Is it nothing?
Is it something?
In that stillness?

Earth dissolves in water.
Water dissolves in fire.
Fire dissolves in wind.
Wind dissolves in consciousness.
All dissolves.

Into that luminous emptiness.
Samaya.
Seal.
Seal.
Seal.

Song of the Stars

Ayahuasca sings in the refrigerator.
She changes your blood, replacing it with the blood of the stars.
You are everyone, anyone, no one, some one.
The inner ghost dance lasts through the night.
In the morning you awake and look into the mirror.
No one is there.
And life is filled with new hope.

Eightfold Method of the Sacred Tortoise

Today is Stem 1 Branch 1, Jia Zi, the first day in the 60 day cycle Chinese calendar. A new acupuncture point based upon the 8 Extra Meridians opens every 2 hours on each Stem and Branch day. This one and sometimes, two, point (s) is capable of curing everything according to Taoist acupuncture theory. Recently at Chengdu College of Chinese Medicine, an experiment was conducted with animals to assess effectiveness of Stem and Branch point selection. Group A animals were treated with Stem points. Group B animals were treated with branch points. Group C animals were treated with conventional points. Over 20 objective indices such as pain threahold and histamine release were used. Results showed that treatment effects of Groups A and B were statistically much better than those of the last group but that there was no significant difference between the first two groups. Come on in and get your Stem and Branch treatment. The stars have spoken.

Obliquity, What's That?

Is it earth's obliquity or eccentricity cycles that are predominant causes of global warming? Obliquity, another anomaly of the earth's axis, ranges from 22.1 to 24.5 degrees. Right now we're at about 23.5 degrees. Our elliptical orbit changes from more circular to oval. With an oval configuration, temperature difference between the two positions of perihelion and aphelion can be 20-30 percent. The concern is what happens when these two cycles coincide, with the most perihelion and the most extreme tilt. Extremes of hot and cold, right? Now add crossing the galactic equator, which happens only every 30 million years. We're passing the outer edge right now. The part I like best is the eclipse of the galactic center by the solstice sun in 2012. The Mayans had over 20 different calendars, all synchronized. They knew all this about 3000 years before we did.

THE NEW YOU

OK I'm tired of hearing about how fat you are, how unhappy you are, how unhealthy you are and most of all, how things will be different if only you were thin again.

And this is THE TIME to change all of the above.
You've heard my litany.

DO IT.
DO IT RIGHT.
DO IT RIGHT NOW.

So unless you get on this program RIGHT NOW, I don't want to hear your un-success stories and the excuses anymore. Although you'll find me most compassionate and understanding while you're ON the program, there is no room for reasons anymore, sweeties. You have my unlimited support while you're creating personal weight loss success. While you are on the HCG weight loss program you will see how easily the pounds dissolve, how well you feel again, how motivated and clear you are and how you'll want to tell the world about how easy this is. I even wrote to Oprah about this. So listen up.

Just DO IT RIGHT NOW.