Space Walk

Qophy and Tea and the Java and Me - a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup and i'm wired. Sometimes things travel in spiral patterns and reappear on your mantle in slightly different forms. Talk of Ormus brings a novel sensation, knowing that many are deceiving themselves into thinking with their pocketbooks. When the rains come, it will be nice to have a supply; this knowledge should be shared rather than consumed.

Getting ready to speculate in the random phenomena world - guidance comes in many forms. I even had the sacred geometry deck out this past week. Times are hard and we're just not ready to do the dirty work of reformulating life onto the organic plain. Patience is called for - the times they are a changing. Amazing how the 70s rock bands were philosophers with their music - in retrospect, the tunes still hold up to the modern sound.. steely dylan

Yet there is frequency rumbling that makes me feel unsettled. Surf's up and the board isn't greased. Much easier to be on top of the wave than buried by it. It's early and i'm pumping the high octane to get going - when it all breaks down, i certainly hope that there is enough coffee stashed to go around. Or is it the qophy that causes the stress by pushing the body past its limits?

Limits. The Outer Limits. Mathematics breaks down at the juncture point of the limits. We are in new space - where rules of yesterday break down in terms of today. New psyche - hopefully not all dog eat dog. Listened to Joni last night - but not the right songs. Too twisted. It's all a purple haze.