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  • #1853
    TracyTracy
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      LOL Bridgy! If you can understand this story, please explain it to me! haha!! :yahoo_tongue:

      #1982

      In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

      TracyTracy
      Participant

        YOU’LL BE following yourself BEFORE YOU GET started, WEARING THAT wig, Rose. Come HERE! TINA pulled IT OFF moments LATER, within SIGHT OF EVERYONE. THEY ALL smiled BUT everyone WAS cool. (Maevel WASN’T surpriseD TO BE creating handsOME perfect AND weird CHARACTERS.)

        IT seemed THE PERFECT synch WHEN blue joe THE action MAN, KNOWN TO bed EVERY known HUMAN skin IN TOWN ~ WITH NO particular PREFERENCE ~ WAS FOUND getting A faceLIFT TO help IMPROVE HIS laugh.

        Given THAT sam’S FACE HAD weatherED ALOT TOO, tracy WAS full OF thoughtS OF GAINING fair points FOR A BIT OF magic. HER quiet friends, AS WELL AS HERself, HAD bookED THE APPOINTMENT. Nothing, NOT EVEN THE WEIRD aspects OF THE days, easily FORGOTTEN, COULD SHAKE THE focuses understandING.

        Images IN THE sky APPEARED, AND THEY wondered ABOUT THE STRANGE sound…….

        #1981

        In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

        TracyTracy
        Participant

          ANOTHER synch! IT WAS clear THAT THE sisters, AND THE sheriff apparently, PRAYED TO god yurick. GOD focuses ARE real, SO keep AN eye ON THE three WISE MEN.

          SyncS, WHAT A laugh. THE WIDE ones quiet boy, A STRAPPING male, READ random SNIPPETS behind THE DOOR. THE COOK WAS making eggs BENEDICT, caught IN FLAGRANTE DELICTO, despite THE LOCKED room.

          THE voice SAID “Try TREATING ‘EM mean”. Let ted COME easily TO THE change! GOOD morning baby, I JUST happened TO FIND THE truth WRITTEN ON MY hand.

          WE’RE dancing THIS beautiful song, SO perfect AN experience!

          WE sighed, laughing.

          #1980

          In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

          TracyTracy
          Participant

            THE WIDE ones caught maevel AS SHE WAS beginning A game. HER sisters, A boy, HER self AND HER mummy WERE GOING ON A trip. THE bag LADY heard, BUT DIDN’T understand. Night ON THE island CAME, AND sam, quintin, AND quickly yann AND THE BAG lady, moments within OPEINING THE door, A human real focus sort, WHO loved tomkin, WALKED IN.

            NO higher EVENT HAD happened; perhaps IT looked LIKE action, beautiful TO himself, able TO SEE sanso’S mother, rather blond WITH dark ROOTS. AH, words ARE wanted, FOR AN ass SO true TO BEcome aware SO easily. I needed TO read love INTO whatever YOU MAY BE thinking, AS I GO wandering IN THE lemonS, THINKING OUTSIDE THE box.

            Warm SUN, LET’S sleep; let’S meEt AND watch important water IMAGERY. Nothing IS lost, IT’S calling US.

            Cool session! :yahoo_eyelashes:

            IT’S A fine LINE BETWEEN already focused dragons THIS year. IT’S ALL happening NOW; I wonder IF finding tracy created UNtold CLUES.:cluebox: :yahoo_doh:

            WE knew THE great blue GUY WAS getting mean, changing OUR cave SO often AND SO weird .

            NOTHING IS EVER forgotten :yahoo_skull:

            #568
            AvatarJib
            Participant

              KEWL!

              Yann had woke up this morning with this word in his head… he had a weird experience last night just as he was falling asleep. A sudden and loud noise in his right ear. Like air compression, a BAM or a crunching of sort… it wasn’t a physical noise and he had felt it quite clearly in his ear and in his head, resonating in his bones. It had been so weird.

              He’d called Yurick around 10am and Quintin had told him about a similar noise at the same time… What a weird experience. Yann was wondering if Finn or Dory had had similar experiences… maybe Malika?

              Just one hour before the end of the day at work… he would soon have his answer.

              He was wondering if it wasn’t connected to some mummy explosion… well, no, too weird.

              #566

              Huh? Sanso looked at Arona in some surprise.

              Floyd, FLOYD! You said your name was Floyd!

              No I didn’t, retorted Sanso, I never said any such thing.

              Arona looked crestfallen, so Sanso added kindly, It’s a very nice name Arona, but you must have been dreaming. My name isn’t Floyd in THIS focus.

              Oh, bugger off FLOYD, snapped Arona peevishly.

              #560

              He decided to go for it.

              PROUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT

              and it rippled through his dreams and created of new sparkling realities… some quite smelly by our standards ;))

              #1975

              In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

              TracyTracy
              Participant

                Elikozoe stories singing magical times.
                THIS ONE’S PERFECT!
                :yahoo_party:

                #1974

                In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

                EricEric
                Keymaster

                  WOW… lots of interesting ones in that cloud here:

                  — Once under thinking, session clear words God/Human waiting speaking word, language beginning feeling looked. Key herself aware […]
                  — Gaughran home looking funny random energies
                  — Tracy floating, magic color seemed trip
                  — Points side mountains, process great
                  — Bugger difficult! Nice interesting moment link :bounce: creating action
                  — Trust help face aspects seems play
                  — Structures changing… Dancing green heart Finn
                  Badul getting synch princess
                  Twilight book important
                  Elikozoe stories singing magical times. Able feel sort understand images mind, read Armelle. Voice started moments sync call Maevel

                  #553

                  Huh? Well, I might ask you the same question, Aronikins. I’ve been waiting here for absolutely AGES. Sanso wondered if Arona was quite well after her long absence. Are you OK, dear? he asked kindly. Poor thing seemed to think it was he, Sanso, who had been off wandering around.

                  #552
                  TracyTracy
                  Participant

                    Who the bloody hell is JOE, sighed Becky.

                    #548
                    TracyTracy
                    Participant

                      Just one more random read then, Becky told herself, yawning widely.

                      “— Well, it’s a divination device, or a sort of compass in a way. I see it as a globe made of glass, with coloured sands in it, and when you focus on it, the sands take all sorts of three dimensional shapes, and become alive…
                      — Wow! Tina couldn’t help but say.”

                      And Becky couldn’t help but say WOW too, Becky said out loud; she was starting to feel better.

                      #1592

                      In reply to: Synchronicity

                      AvatarJib
                      Participant

                        hahaha ;)) dick sync ;))

                        I just got a spam with “your bigger dik will be your bestfriend now!” go for it Tracy Pooh, long live DDT =))

                        and it was from Monica(at)ms 53 .hinet.net

                        #544
                        TracyTracy
                        Participant

                          “Sand! I may have got the riddle, thought Sanso, but I didn’t get the POINT of the riddle being there in the first place!”

                          Becky had been flicking through the wads of typed pages as she lay on the sofa, sipping hot lemon and honey, and sneezing. The sneezing! Jeeze, the sneezing had been going on for days. What with all the sneezing and sleeping, she felt more blinked out than blinked in lately.

                          Sand, sand sand…… Hhmmm, Becky was wondering why the sand syncs were coming in again. She blew her nose, and picked up another wad of typewritten pages, opening at random.

                          Illi was bored with the deserted island and the sand dragons. She wanted some action, some surprises, some…..well, some life!”

                          Wow, I’d forgotten all about Illi, thought Becky. She imagined the calm quiet beach, Illi’s island get-away. Well, before she’d conjured up the sand dragons it was quiet, anyway. Becky thumbed through the next pile of papers.

                          Arona pulled out a well worn map from her bag. The map had been a gift from a traveling wizard who visited the village a few years ago. Arona had given him food and shelter and he repaid her kindness with the map.”

                          Well, I’ll bet that’s a clue, thought Becky drowsily, But I can’t be bothered to work it out now.

                          The trouble is, Becky muttered to herself, When I start this random reading thing I just can’t stop, it’s like an addiction. She sighed and opened again at random:

                          “The hydroplane was flying over the “Sarcastic Sea” in the Bermuda Triangle. Anita was not afraid, her parents had told her about the triangle and the different legends of people disappearing or reappearing there….”

                          #543

                          The bal room was ready. Malvina was looking around and decided that all was perfect now
                          She felt the subtle ripples of her friends energy. Sam was waiting patiently their arrival.

                          The east wall just blurred and began to glow lightly of deep teal and emerald shades, blended in a beautiful and quite creative whirlpool.

                          Malvina just moved her attention on the encoding of her hair and shift slightly some hue to express a dark stary night, sparkling and full of mystery.

                          A thrill went through her body as she saw Georges and Salome emerge from the wall… and she burst into laughter at the sight of the marmoset which was looking at her with such a big smile :face-monkey:

                          Her laugh rippled through the crystals of the cave, making their light iridescent and swinging.

                          WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! A giant disco ball :bounce: just for us.

                          Georges couldn’t stop laughing and began dancing as Salome was generating a peppy and swinging music… he was all jumping and swirling, and Sam was jumping all around, barking at him with joy.

                          — What the hell, began Leörmn but he was fascinated.

                          And that’s when a wavy Irtak entered the discave with his 2 dragons… they immediately changed shape and began to swirl around with Georges, and Irtak was wondering if he was dreaming or if it was another process in his discovery… he was feeling as if he was dancing as the man-Georges. :yahoo_hypnotized: His body just started moving following the movements of Georges and they were just one.

                          #542

                          The old abbot Hrih, was coming back from the gardens of the Monastery, the soil dampened and muddied by the heavy rains of the season sticking to the sole of his sandals. Hrih Chokyam loved to be reacquainted with the rawness of nature, and the fluidity that the rain provided to the ground by transforming it into malleable mud.

                          He was bringing back vegetables for the dinner’s soup, and was amazed at the fact that even though he had felt so close to the earth, barefooted in his sandals, he had not even a drop of mud on him.

                          He had delayed his choice for much too long already, and the not so subtle pressing of his main confident Aum Geong to officially elect his successor was making him unquiet. He was deeply trustful of Aum Geog, and of his sincerity as a Holder of the clear Light that was being tapped into, channeled and refined by the Monastery’s spiritual endeavours.
                          But Hrih was feeling that Aum Geong’s views were slightly too narrow for the heavy task he was wanting him to carry on.
                          He was too good at creating structures and rules, and Hrih felt that even if all done in good intent, it would be taking the risk of chocking the great outburst of powerful energy that was lying at the very foundations of the Monastery.

                          The young man that he had noticed a few hexades1 ago, though very discreet seemed bright and very dedicated to his task. He had been greeted by all, and had soon felt at home. Franiel, as he was named, was under the tutelage of Jog Lam, a very wise (albeit young) monk that Hrih had adopted some years ago as the parents had been abandoning him a young baby at the eternally opened doors of the Monastery.

                          Hrih had made a decision. He would not play favourites. Seeing the blank black Meditation Wall, an idea crossed his mind. He would announce at the dinner that the monks willing to do it could do a short poem of 3 stanzas where they would express their highest truth on the Meditation Wall…

                          :fleuron:

                          1 On that part of the Duane (the planet where Mount Elok’ram is), time is divided in groups of six days or hexades, each being attributed to one of the Elder Gods: Ghört (Airs) Nærvel (Waters) Agnima (Flames) Selvaniel (Woods) Margilonia (Earths) and Lejüs (Forgotten). The names or the days are Ghordië, Narduë, Agduë, Seldië, Marduë, Shandië.

                          Name Element Quality Hexade
                          Ghört Airs Male Ghordië
                          Nærvel Waters Female Narduë
                          Agnima Flames Female Agduë
                          Selvaniel Woods Male Seldië
                          Margilonia Earths Female Marduë
                          (Shaint) Lejüs Forgotten Male Shandië
                          #541
                          TracyTracy
                          Participant

                            Annabel Ingman beamed at Felicty. She was delighted that the interviews were going so well: four perfect ‘dead guys’ already, and 57 more applicants to interview.

                            Welcome to the team Felicity, I’m sure you’ll love it here. We focus on fun, not facts, so just say whatever you want to, and you’ll be fine.

                            Felicity returned the smile. I can’t wait to start, Annabel, thanks.

                            Oh, by the way, what’s the name of your DG?

                            Hhhmmm, Oh, er, Oliver Twist, replied Felicity, Yeah, Oliver Twist.

                            Oliver Twist, cool, so that’ll be the ‘Ask DOT’ session then. See you on Friday!

                            #539
                            TracyTracy
                            Participant

                              Felicity sat patiently in the waiting room of DDT Productions, quietly confident in her ability to secure the job. The advertisement had said ‘Do you have the ability to say the first thing that pops into your head? Without doubting it? Then this job is for you!Well, thought Felicity, This job’s for me!

                              Her interview wasn’t scheduled for another half an hour, but she had arrived early purposefully, to get a feel for the place. She smiled; it felt like fun, she decided to get the job.

                              #537
                              TracyTracy
                              Participant

                                ‘Ask DDT’ was becoming so popular that plans were being made to recruit more ‘dead guys’. The online phone-in radio show, featuring channeled Dead Dick Tracy, was swamped with callers lately, and despite increasing the length of the show to an incredible 5 hours, dozens of callers left disappointed, their questions unanswered.

                                #534
                                EricEric
                                Keymaster

                                  Well, to me, it was rather obvious it was a bleedthrough from one dimension to another… sighed Al, who had now half-long teal-coloured hair in perfect shape, as he was filing and shaping his nails turned back to a reasonable size.

                                  Oh, that FLOYD treatment did well on you marveled Saint Tina.

                                  FLOYD what?? looked back Becky, who was still fumbling into Sam’s hair, at the sound of the strange word that might have been a clue.

                                  FLOYD: Focus Lots On Yourself, Dimwit that’s the name of the treatment… It’s made of extracts of Fuckus Rapidus, a new plant that has been blooping in Russian taiga recently. It had covered a whole region in a fortnight. People wondered what they could do about them, but apparently, some old crone found an interesting use for them… But we’re getting side-tracked, aren’t we?

                                  Oh, this is fascinating Becky said, wondering if she would look better now with a mane of luscious raven hair on her beautiful dark-skinned head… What’s the name already? BOYF?

                                  No! BOYF is the exact opposite, it’s Blame On Your Friend it’ll have all your hair and nails fall in a few days, even your pubic hair I fear… I still don’t know what’s the use of that though there might be some customers for it… :-? Al was puzzled.

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