06-16-2013, 12:01 AM
1. A vast, sprawling airbase. I am a recruit, or in training, and it is hand to hand and weapons not flying aircraft as I usually do. I arrive in an old looking green bus, with a green military dufflebag full of my stuff, and am already wearing combat fatigues. I dont really want to be here, in truth, like this is something everybody has to do...a refresher cource on basic weapon skills/hand-to-hand. Many of us are early, and they have put out refreshments before we have to muster at noon. ( ) is here, leaning on the bench set up in the hanger, looks like shes texting someone. She sees me and a few others come in and puts down her phone and smiles and laughs and comes over. She asks if im hungry i say no not really, im a bit nervous about how tough what is coming will be. Im just sorta standing there looking around, and she goes and gets me a little styrafoam cup with some berry soda and a single cookie on a paper napkin. It is a big suger cookie, that is dusted with large grain suger crystals, and in the center is a nut like a macademion nut or cashew. She says she got me the one with the nut because im such a nut laughing. I kinda laugh....still nervous. A stern man says these are the last cookies before (suumllar? cant read word). I manage to take a bite. Who i think is ( ) says it will be VERY hard training...and she should know, she is the one doing the training and laughs. She was not lying! Martial arts, climbing those rope walls, shooting running around. Thats why i like aircraft i think...have air conditioner, nobody yelling to hurry up, And when i need to i can just pee in my little pilots bag dont have to hold it. Hard work sucks. lol.
2. After the training section, many of the themes carry forward progresively. I climb a mountain, Its like a flat top, and the edges fall out into a void...not a vode...a ball like sky. Something tells me this whole little world, the trees and rocks and creeks, is an elevated spot, in a sphere, that is 7x7 miles in a ball. A snowglobe...its like a snowglobe a mountain inside. Then, i remove from this snowglobe, and there is a man, an artist, showing me this rack, like a spice rack, in which he keeps the snpowglobe worlds he made from awareness. There are fifty in the rack. He calls them his "fifty states of awareness" making a joke about the fifty states of the united states. He points at a weird little copper dangling bit and asks me if i know what that is. I start to give a seriouse answer and he says "ITs the District of colombia" (washington DC) and laughs. He calls it that caus eits the key or regulates the fifty states see...how funny Now infront of the little awareness globe worlds are cookies...sugar cookies like the dream before, but instead of nuts there is a description written i colored suger for each globe. Some of the cookies are stars, hearts, moons etc. After some time...and i dont notice how it happens...im the guy! I was talking to him an older man being anoyed....and then as i stood examining the "states of awareness" i became him, or always was him. It was strange and gradual as out awarenesses became one subtle and unnoticed till i looked around and saw it was only me there, and i was that guy! Now there is a second guy who comes out of a door. ITs the comedian Don Knotts. Dressed as a soldier like one of those roles he played...an airmans combat uniform like the dream before. He wants to do something with the "states" and i wont let him...and he starts to go crazy kicking and screaming comically but crazy. Now a third figure, a being i just recognize as "spirit" the director of the play comes...he calmes don down and asks if he will, for 50$ come into the room with us and answer questions tell his story he wanted to access the globes for. He says "Hah mister you totaly ripped youself off...i would have done it for 10$"
3. A bus, a green bus, like the airbase style old one. The muslim girl ive seen several time son it, with the olive skin and jeans and desighner headscarf (just a scarf ot a veil or full body things normal western clothes otherwise) was on it. She sat next to me and we were talking...she was talking, about communes and communities of all things. She was also talking about resistance, and to her credit never mentioned israel or anything lame like that except to say how resistance to a percieved injustice...or loosing some land, is just the pretext for hate anger frustration that was already there. Thats why shes here, on "CC" street. I mean look how the orthadox jews and muslims both spit on and treat women to know the truth of things. So to hell with all of them and their hates. But she spoke softly. there was a time... when we were talking we almost wanted to...felt the draw to kiss but no way we better not was the feeling when faces got too close. Also, she was the one that those guys were looking for a few weeks ago that is around here somewhere so she wanted to see what im like since i did that and why. Dont think she has lots of friends and cant say what she believes wherever she is. I did notice a few dots on the map from iran and lebanon off and on for the past month so... could be. A lurker/reader in the main forum i think.
2. After the training section, many of the themes carry forward progresively. I climb a mountain, Its like a flat top, and the edges fall out into a void...not a vode...a ball like sky. Something tells me this whole little world, the trees and rocks and creeks, is an elevated spot, in a sphere, that is 7x7 miles in a ball. A snowglobe...its like a snowglobe a mountain inside. Then, i remove from this snowglobe, and there is a man, an artist, showing me this rack, like a spice rack, in which he keeps the snpowglobe worlds he made from awareness. There are fifty in the rack. He calls them his "fifty states of awareness" making a joke about the fifty states of the united states. He points at a weird little copper dangling bit and asks me if i know what that is. I start to give a seriouse answer and he says "ITs the District of colombia" (washington DC) and laughs. He calls it that caus eits the key or regulates the fifty states see...how funny Now infront of the little awareness globe worlds are cookies...sugar cookies like the dream before, but instead of nuts there is a description written i colored suger for each globe. Some of the cookies are stars, hearts, moons etc. After some time...and i dont notice how it happens...im the guy! I was talking to him an older man being anoyed....and then as i stood examining the "states of awareness" i became him, or always was him. It was strange and gradual as out awarenesses became one subtle and unnoticed till i looked around and saw it was only me there, and i was that guy! Now there is a second guy who comes out of a door. ITs the comedian Don Knotts. Dressed as a soldier like one of those roles he played...an airmans combat uniform like the dream before. He wants to do something with the "states" and i wont let him...and he starts to go crazy kicking and screaming comically but crazy. Now a third figure, a being i just recognize as "spirit" the director of the play comes...he calmes don down and asks if he will, for 50$ come into the room with us and answer questions tell his story he wanted to access the globes for. He says "Hah mister you totaly ripped youself off...i would have done it for 10$"
3. A bus, a green bus, like the airbase style old one. The muslim girl ive seen several time son it, with the olive skin and jeans and desighner headscarf (just a scarf ot a veil or full body things normal western clothes otherwise) was on it. She sat next to me and we were talking...she was talking, about communes and communities of all things. She was also talking about resistance, and to her credit never mentioned israel or anything lame like that except to say how resistance to a percieved injustice...or loosing some land, is just the pretext for hate anger frustration that was already there. Thats why shes here, on "CC" street. I mean look how the orthadox jews and muslims both spit on and treat women to know the truth of things. So to hell with all of them and their hates. But she spoke softly. there was a time... when we were talking we almost wanted to...felt the draw to kiss but no way we better not was the feeling when faces got too close. Also, she was the one that those guys were looking for a few weeks ago that is around here somewhere so she wanted to see what im like since i did that and why. Dont think she has lots of friends and cant say what she believes wherever she is. I did notice a few dots on the map from iran and lebanon off and on for the past month so... could be. A lurker/reader in the main forum i think.