Money

The things one sacrifices for money;

Are the only things money can't buy.

Shamen

So I went to this healing seminar on saturday. Put on by this wicked older white lady who is reputed to be a shamen.

Apperently she started by being an animal groomer and started seeing similarities between health complaints for pets and symptoms their family was showing. After researching further; she just started to develop gifts.

All sorts of fun stuff. She ran into this group who consolodated alot of healing techniques together, and has been doing it ever since.

Well; saturday knocked me onto my ass. Somehow; that 6 hour seminar took so much from me that I slept for 18 hours that night. Woke up at 5pm sunday.

which is funny in itself; I can almost never sleep more than 7 hours now.

Needless to say, I'm still recouperating. But it was so worth it. If I could only remember what happened.

Consistency

Funny that... was out at the bar tonight; discovered something fundamental about dealing with people.

Something that suprises the crap out of me; that I havn't found this piece of the puzzle before.

When at the bar, I have my "bar" persona. I love it. I slur my words, I'm animated differently; I stumble walk (in breakdancing we did a number of classes where the movements all imatated being drunk... really really tight dance moves as a matter of fact!)... I'm just how people would picture me being drunk. A funny, sorta intelligent, but in a soft unspoken way type of friendly guy who walks around and talks with everyone cause he has no concept of un-proper.

And girls eat that up.

Until they start to get to know me; and someone offers to by the other a drink (a girl bought me a drink tonight too! Yeah!). And I don't drink.

Thus; a coke is presented into my hand... and the little gerbel wheel in their head starts spinning.

"wait a minute, he's not drunk... "

thus; the inconsistency.

I act drunk to establish repor. The ol' matching and mirroring routine. But... but but but; the inconsistency shatters the entire thing.

... to be worked on. I'll keep you all posted.

And good bye

Strange; a persons value can be read in anothers eyes.

I said good bye to a trainee this morning; I may never work with him again. Stuck in a small shack working 12's with another guy... your almost forced to bond with him.

And this morning; he was sad to see me go.

Fortelling

Sometimes our view of the future changes what we do in the present; often causing the future we saw all along.

Brilliance

I think to be brilliant; we must have equal shares of insanity and sanity in our head.

That the moments when we ride that thin line between the two we are truely at our best.

Sleepy

Ok; so I'm tired.

Its strange; cause I've been shakey tired before. Where your sorta hungry but not really... that feeling that you just don't have anything more to give.

But this... i just slept for 5 hours. (5 wonderfull hours!)

So... in the last 7 days; I've gotten 1 nights sleep of 6 hours. The rest has been 1 hour and 2 hour naps every 12-36 hours.

This little nap I just got up from... is just enough for my body to say "ok; I've had a little sleep now... and I realise what I'm missing".

So I got a trainee whose going to be working the night... and I'm going to be holding down the couch.

Primal power

I woke up this morning and felt like a man again.

I love that feeling. I know i've posted this before... but I love just feeling like a predator. A bengal tiger pacing through his habitat. Waiting for something to spring up.

Perhaps the sometimes I feel week is so I can feel power like this and appreciate it for what it is.

Toaster

Does anyone think trying to cook hotdogs in a toaster is a good idea?

I just thought of it tonight... think I'll try it in the next week or so.

That... thing

There is this... thing that some people have.

It just gets under my skin.

I'll call it "save the world" syndrome. Its by no means a bad thing; it just... irks me.

Its when people see 5 minutes of your life and offer advice on how you can better yourself.

I have a directional driller on this well; he's talking about kids these days being so lost. Meeting someone whose really angry and dragging them to a karate class.

Which is cool... like don't get me wrong. Its just so easy to see faults in those around you and none in yourself.

Maybe it has something with the desire to impress... or to know something that someone else doesn't.

I often go to book stores; a chapters or something. Am talking with a friend about some psychic something; or just... something not ordinary. And 90% of the time; someone in the area will turn and tell me where I should go; what I should do. A secret source of information or class they think I should take.

I dunno... just a peeve of myne.

I appreciate all the helpfull advice that complete strangers have given me; thanks guys... keep up the good work.

Let it go!

I figured out a little secret of life.

People have wonderfull thoughts.

I have wonderfull thoughts; some times...

and I wake up and horde the thoughts I had the night before; I'm afraid to let them out.

But ... but but but. When I write them down; send them to my little blog here; put them in a little book I have beside me all the time.

Then I can let those wonderfull thougths out into the world; and makup more.

*smile* a thought; is all.

You ever watch kids? or even adults who are free with what they say? You ever notice a heck of alot of repitition?

This is why. They fear saying it and not having someone pay attention wastes the thought. Its never coming back. So they won't let it go.

being a man

Sometimes; being a man...

Fury is all you have.

Its that thing we can fall back on that'll never change. I'm sure women, well... I hope they have something. Like chocolate maybe.

But when I'm being messed with; emotions become tangled. Thought difficult to understand.

I just turn on the switch and watch rage burn it all away.

To be filled with blissfull silence; once again.

The quad and the invalid

So out quadding my friend the Directional Driller; flipped it over onto himself. Broke a collar bone and 4 ribs. It was pretty neat; I took him to the hospital and had a good look at the X-Rays.

I figured that if you ride something enough; it tries to ride you in return.

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So I've ordered a grown Ruby. Its about the size of my finger and looks pretty darn cool. I can't wait to grab it. (after purifying it of course) I wonder if it'll have the same properties as a natural ruby or not.

Like the cristaline matrix should be pretty darn similar (after all; they're both rubies)

And yeah. If not; should look real nice... maybe hang it from a light in my room.

Consistency

"Sometimes it is not the effort of the hard, cognitive work that makes us shirk throughtful activity, but the harsh consequences of that activity. Someitmes is is the cursedly clear and unwelcome set of answers provided by stright thinking that makes us mental slackers. there are certain disturbing things we simply would rather not realize. Because it is a preprogrammed and mindless mehtod of responding, automatic consistency can supply a safe hiding place from those troubling realizations. Sealed within the fortress walls ofrigid consistency, we can be impervious to the seiges of reason."

Ok; I've been reading "Influence - the psychology of persuasoin" and I found the above quote. (page 61)

What a powerfull and strikingly true thing to say.

Running on empty

Its funny; I recently used up all my energy in an event to help a friend.

and the effort has left me almost invalid. Its sorta funny... i forgot how this feels. I've injured something fundamental and can't use anything extra-sensory for at least another week.

*sigh*