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  • #2113

    In reply to: Snooteries

    The SnootThe Snoot
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      Dear Anne Horny Smooch

      The Snoot is FLOVE as thou all :heart:
      The Snoot dreamt of its Back that was on its Frontside… It was moving freely and though in the usualness of the waking reality consciousness is commanded so to speak to rearrange itself into things… that are no more than the expression of different aspects of thyself.
      Since the attention is not so absolutely focused in the Snoot area of consciousness the energy of FLOVE is flowing freely and it is not constricted.
      Thus thou canst absorb the red fruit knowledge and know. Know that you are back and front at the same time and appreciate thyself inside out or outside in as is thy creature cat when she lick herself.

      With Mych FLOVE and sn :bounce: :bounce: tches

      The Cutie Snootie

      #709
      TracyTracy
      Participant

        Zhana was so happy that she started to sing .

        That’s beautiful! exclaimed Sanso, Sing another one!

        So Zhana sang some more.

        Whoa! said Sanso. Weirdo singing!

        Oh! Zhana looked crestfallen. Don’t you like it?

        Hahaha, Oh yes, I love it! Please, sing some more.

        Well…….oh, alright. And Zhana sang for Sanso…..and sang some more……

        Where did you learn to sing like that? asked Sanso politely.

        Oh, haha, Zhana laughed and blushed. Granny used to sing like that. Zhana sighed wistfully, remembering her grandmother. If only they hadn’t had to kill her when she got too old to be useful.

        Sanso closed his eyes, feeling a song coming to his own lips from somewhere deep inside him.

        Sanso suddenly felt sleepy after all the strange singing, and lay down on the mushroom speckled forrest floor and drifted into a strange dream of mice and birds and a topsy turvy world.

        Zhana wasn’t really tired, after all, she had only just woken from her sleep when she met Sanso, but she lay down beside him and after awhile she drifted off. She had some strange dreams too.

        #2111

        In reply to: Snooteries

        The SnootThe Snoot
        Participant

          The Last Member Brownie, I like your friend Elias, as he’s aware of his cleaning and sleeping aspects.
          The Snoot does not need to hold tensions as he does not need to hold crottes and let go of them in great lovingness and appreciation of you all.
          Next time you try to make tea with mushroom, don’t forget to wash your hands… lest your dogs have some in their bed too when you practice your cleaning aspect…

          The Sleepy Sn :yahoo_yawn: :yahoo_sleepy: t

          #2108

          In reply to: Snooteries

          TracyTracy
          Participant

            Dear Snoot,

            I think Elias has the answer to the dead mouse incident:

            “If you are experiencing joyfulness, happiness, a gift, you are receiving of this, you are experiencing this, and you allow this to fly away. You do not hold to it. Therefore, you view happiness or joyfulness as fleeting, for you merely view it for what it is – an experience – and you allow this experience to fly away. You do not hold to this experience. But if you are creating of what you believe to be a negative experience – a painful, a fearful, a hurtful experience – you hold to this. You play your game of your cat and mouse; and even as the mouse is dead, you continue to bat with the mouse and play and examine and toss about this dead mouse, for it fascinates you!

            Within your logic, express to me: is it not logical that you would CHOOSE to be exploring elements that ARE unfamiliar to you, that you would choose to bat the dead mouse for it is unfamiliar?”

            Regards,

            The Logical Mouse Batter

            #1896
            TracyTracy
            Participant

              And another snippet about crystal skulls…..
              :cluebox:
              “….if you wish to project
              your mentality and blend your consciousness with the idea of the
              consciousness of the civilization that has created it, so that you may
              in a sense, follow them, you will have to form a blending with all of
              yourself. That is, let us say, the safeguard, the lock and the key. In
              that an individual who cannot come to terms with the blending of all
              portions of their personality will not be able to enter the door.”

              #1895
              TracyTracy
              Participant

                I had no idea that Russian mushrooms would prove to be such an interesting subject…..

                Vladimir Soloukhin:

                While you are sorting out the mushrooms you recall each one, where you found it, how you first saw it, how it was growing beneath this bush or that tree. Once again you experience the pleasure of each discovery, particularly if they were rare and fortunate discoveries. Once again all the images of the mushroom forest drift through your mind, all the secluded wooded spots, where you are no longer, but where the dark firs still lour and the crimson-touched aspens speak their language in low breath.

                #2106

                In reply to: Snooteries

                The SnootThe Snoot
                Participant

                  Deear :-??

                  the mouse is your allowance of the grey energy to manifest in the creature.
                  it chose to die here because it was soft and warm and it was for you to see it and allow yourself to allow your cleaning aspect.
                  it was a trick of Georges.

                  #1894
                  TracyTracy
                  Participant
                    #1688

                    In reply to: Synchronicity

                    AvatarJib
                    Participant

                      I was speaking about syncs with agent Flove…

                      eschraiel: did you see the sync with the dog?
                      franci_free: am just reading your synch
                      eschraiel: haha :D
                      franci_free: i was thinking i had noticed dogs a bit yesterday
                      eschraiel: wow interesting
                      franci_free: firstly a little poodle outside the supermarket, we sat next to it for a while and petted it
                      franci_free: i would not usually do that
                      eschraiel: hehehe what’s apoodle?
                      franci_free: and someone showed me a photo of a HUGE dog they had taken
                      franci_free: hang on
                      franci_free: http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/littlebritain/images/gallery/poodle.jpg
                      eschraiel: hahaha I got that :p http://www.cloggie.org/pictures/proggold/web_Alpaca%20Poodle.JPG
                      eschraiel: it’s like a lama :p
                      franci_free: oh wow
                      eschraiel: yours is cuter ;))
                      franci_free: well that is a llama synch too then
                      eschraiel: really?
                      franci_free: because yesterday i thought “my goodness what a lot of llamas i am hearing about” and ther is one across the road too
                      franci_free: with the circus
                      eschraiel: http://www.cloggie.org/proggold/2007/12/07/note-to-googlers-its-not-a-bloody-poodle/
                      eschraiel: again a hoax apparently :p
                      franci_free: ahahahaha
                      eschraiel: I’m having a lot of hoax :-?
                      eschraiel: is that a clue?
                      eschraiel: it’s fun hoax though

                      And so we decided to create a detective agency specialized in hoacsynchs… agent Flove and me as the Snoot

                      Well Eric just told me that hoax is an ox so we can find a bluebull clue :-?
                      We are specialized in blueOx!!!

                      #1322

                      In reply to: Pictures Pool

                      F LoveF Love
                      Participant

                        great!
                        snoot! hahahaha cute
                        (can you tell i have just woken up?)

                        #1321

                        In reply to: Pictures Pool

                        EricEric
                        Keymaster

                          Here follows a list of pictures related to various threads of the story.


                          Various sketches and early comments on the story inception — most of which can be now also found in the thread named Yuki’s Livrary — including sketches of some of the early characters (Malvina, Leormn, Dory, Fiona/Finn, Yann, Quintin/Yurick etc.), Dory’s map from her sketching book, a partial map of the Duane, and also Chiara and Buckberry


                          Concept Sketches, with Badul in Asgurdy, Tomkin Sharple on the shores of Golfindely, and Becky in New Venice

                          Naasir’s dream, an immersive panorama, where you may find some of the recurring animal representations in a dream-like essence land…

                          Princesses and fairies are to be acknowledged too with Mævel, and her legend and the Weaving Princess



                          Georges, and Salomé

                          Other-dimensional creatures, like The Snoot and a Nirgual (found on the Murtuane)

                          #706
                          TracyTracy
                          Participant

                            Becky wondered anxiously where this new twist in the reality play was going. :yahoo_idk: Frozen meat! I don’t like the sound of this at all…. :yahoo_nailbiting:

                            #705
                            TracyTracy
                            Participant

                              What did you do over there, Elvira? asked Fleur, passing the photos on to Catherine.

                              Well, uh, we exported frozen reindeer meat, Elvira replied slowly.

                              Lovely, said Fleur sarcastically, promptly losing interest in the depressing old crone. Frozen meat, how exciting.

                              #1892
                              TracyTracy
                              Participant

                                Amanita muscaria intoxication typically produces macropsia, which means that the sense of scale is lost, and small objects can look many times their actual size….

                                Coincidentally, my photo blog is a bit macropsiac lately……

                                The above link provides clues to the ‘frozen reindeer meat’ surprise entry.

                                #704
                                TracyTracy
                                Participant

                                  Well, now there’s an idea, Elvira said, closing the book she’d been reading. Hhmmm….

                                  Boris, how about a trip back home to see the folks?

                                  Boris looked up in astonishment. Home? see the folks? What for? Elvira had said right from the start, Don’t ever expect me to go to Siberia! And Boris had never pushed the matter; after all, he was in no hurry to return there either. In the 3 years they’d been together, the subject had never come up.

                                  Listen to this, Boris. Elvira picked up the book and started reading.

                                  “….in May, Kerouac had written to Timothy Leary requesting some ‘SM’ or Siberian mushrooms, after Ginsberg told him that they would enable Jack to complete a chapter each day…”

                                  Boris, we can make a fortune! We can stay with your folks. Mushroom season starts soon, we’ll stay for the season, dry them or whatever you have to do, pack them into dolls or something, and have them shipped back here.

                                  Well I don’t know, Elvira….I like it here.

                                  Oh pooh, Boris, we’ve been in London for almost a year, and I’m bored. It’ll only be for a few months, and then think of all that money! How many of our friends have writers block? All of them! The market is there, Boris! We’ll have writers beating a path to our door for SM’s…..

                                  #703

                                  So you have requested audience… a deep voice, hoarse as a water’s torrent running and jumping on a river bed smothered with pebbles, asked from the darkness.

                                  Midora was not afraid of the darkness. As best as she could explain it, it was the void of creation, where everything came from, and where all was stripped of intrinsic meaning. It was from this place that she could reach for the answers.

                                  She knew this place, she felt memories swirling around, as uncatchable as a swarm of short-lived sparkles born from the reddish embers of a dying fire.
                                  In this lifetime, she was only a eleven year old girl, but she was as old as this voice within her. There was a time where she was playing with that voice, a time where her being was not yet, and yet a time which was in her future.
                                  She was pure consciousness in that dream time space, and yet, she was feeling more comfortable with physical symbols around herself. So she focused on one of the symbols that she knew would help her stabilize her vibration, and in doing so, all the small particles of golden light around her started to swirl and coalesced into a dream body.

                                  She was in front of a cave, in a mountainous area. This body provided her a slowing down of the stream of information that came to her, and she could manipulate more efficiently the interaction with that huge presence she felt. The precipitous rocky environment was a symbol of that steadiness and slowing down and also, for her benefit of her beliefs in that acquiring such information might be a difficult task.
                                  Now she had identified it, she could more easily dispel the obstacles on the path to the cave. The cave of course, was her symbol for reaching into her deep inner nature. And the darkness was only a fitting blank canvas for herself to project and translate the energy interactions.
                                  All of that she knew, as it was knowledge embedded into herself that she could more easily access into this trance-like state, in her room in that location in space and time of 2112 in New Venice. And she knew that also for she was taught by her parents, Bart and Oscar, on how to access it.

                                  The voice was inside the cave. And no sooner had she thought of it that she was finding the whole place morphing into a vast room built into the rock, in the middle of which a majestic golden dragon was slowly breathing.
                                  She had translated the vast energy as that of a dragon, but she knew when she felt into it that it had possible variations, one of which being that of a she-phoenix, of various sizes, where sizes where symbolic of its age and wisdom.

                                  You may call me Naasir the dragon grinned at Midora. You are right, in a sense, you can consider yourself being born from me, though in your true form, you are equally august and splendid as I am. You will, in time, have access to that form, again. But for now, I can provide some answers to your questions. The only thing is… Are your questions up to the challenge? he added with the most benevolent smirk his wide toothed grin could convey.

                                  Midora pondered for a moment, beholding the perfection of her translation of the energy. Each scale on the body of the dragon was a work of art. His half-closed eyes, with an amber shiny center, and teal border were equally mesmerizing.

                                  :fleuron:

                                  — What is the significance of these books I have inherited from my parents?

                                  As you know, this place is the place were significance fades away, or radiates, depending on the direction in which you look, only to be replaced by fulfillment. Your… books hence, have no significance, I would say, for me at least. What do you want to know about them?

                                  — They were passed from people to people, and as far as I understood, they started to be imprinted with these people’s stories, starting from my grand-parents Indy and Cuthbert. But there are still blank pages inside them, and no seeming order from one page to the other. I think that’s why my grand-parents grew tired of it.

                                  Continue…

                                  — What I mean is… I feel attracted to them, and yet I don’t understand how they work…

                                  These… are not mere books as your ancestors understood them. In fact, they were crafted by a distant civilization, not denizens from this dimension in which you are presently focused, but travelers, with whom you can still interact by means of this device. When the “books” traveled into this dimension, they retained their initial properties and functioning, but their initial shapes were translated into something as close as you could understand so that you would allow them to appear into your reality. This knowing might help you unravel their true nature.

                                  Another thing. Books are energy deposits, in your reality. There was a misunderstanding in that they were thought to be able to liber or to free your memory by imprinting it into the pages, but memories are alive and not separate from you. They live as you live and change them. So, the books are still being written, and that which you can read is the part of the book which is the most probable story in which you choose to insert yourself, so as to explore it. You can alter these probabilities, even if you might doubt it, but as you chose them, they are much a part of your design of your reality, that which you chose to explore. In short, a complete book means the end of your exploration, and prompts for a disengagement for you to continue other explorations, and on the contrary, a blank books means a boundless realm of probable explorations.

                                  — Can you tell me why there are two of them?

                                  They are more than a couple. These ones are the only known ones that your ancestors happen to have found. Most of them have been destroyed over time in this dimension, as their possibilities were heavily cloaked. They are all linked together, as you will find out. You may gather some answers in finding Badul

                                  And with that, Midora was once again floating in an intermediate state hung between space and time, longing for her physical body. She woke up strangely energized…

                                  #702

                                  There was a tantalizing scent of wildflowers and meadowgrass in the still cool air of the cave, and as Sanso rounded a bend in tunnel a gentle breeze ruffled the folds of his robes. He quickened his pace, gladdened by the welcome promise of an adventure outside of the endless labyrinth. The air felt cool and warm at the same time, and deliciously fresh and clean as it wafted towards him, and with a feeling of immense joy, he heard a snatch of birdsong.

                                  It seemed like many long years that he’d been trudging around in the gloom and the stale air of the caves, although he suspected it wasn’t as long as that. Time played tricks on him, he knew that, while he was wandering around in the darkness. He’d missed Arona, and that strange baby, when he’d first set off alone again, but not for long. He knew when it was time to move on, and so he’d left them. From time to time he wondered if he’d encounter them again, and knew he would.

                                  A shaft of sunlight spilled into the tunnel and Sanso stepped out into the light. The breeze was fluttering the birch leaves high above him, as he squinted up at the pale blue sky. Grinning happily, Sanso took his time adjusting to the light. He sat cross legged on the soft green grass, feeling it springy beneath his hands. Hundreds and thousands of red and yellow spotted toadstools stretched out as far as he could see, carpeting the forrest floor with polkadots of colour.

                                  Sanso looked down at his hands. The creases of his skin and under his nails were engrained with reddish dust, and he wanted water more than anything, gurgling bubbling fresh clean water. He stood up, and shook his robes a bit, and set off into the woods.

                                  Intuition told him which way to go to find water. He marvelled at tiny flowers, and scampering insects along the way, squashing fungi beneath his bare feet which oozed up through his toes with little squeaky noises.

                                  A rabbit ran accross his path and stopped momentarily to stare at him and Sanso laughed out loud.

                                  Oh! Who’s there?

                                  A girl in bright flowered skirts was sitting on the grass in a clearing just ahead, rubbing her eyes.

                                  Whoa, I must be dreaming, she said, and rubbed her eyes again. She peered at the apparition in indigo robes, with skin the colour of tobacco and wild matted hair. Am I dreaming? she asked Sanso.

                                  Perhaps, perhaps not, replied Sanso, who wasn’t really sure. I may be dreaming myself. My name is Sanso, anyway, what’s yours?

                                  Zhana, the girl replied, Well, Uncle Grishenka calls me Zhanochka, but I…but I….I hate him, and I’m not going back! And much to her surprise, she burst into tears.

                                  Sanso was momentarily non-plussed, and wondered what to do next.

                                  Well, dear, if you don’t want to go back, why, then don’t go back! He wasn’t quite sure what the problem was; after all, he’d been wandering for so many years on impulse and whim he hardly knew any other way to go about it.

                                  I don’t know where to go instead though, Zhana said tearfully. The long dark cold will be here again soon, and I must have shelter somewhere…..who will have me, besides Uncle Grishenka?

                                  What long dark cold? asked Sanso. It seemed light enough and warm enough here.

                                  Oh, my! Zhana was astonished. You ask me what long dark cold? Where have you come from? How is it you don’t know of the long dark cold? Oh! Are you from Nishanti’s place?

                                  Zhana stood up in some considerable excitement. Can you take me to Nishanti’s place? Oh please say yes!

                                  Well, I, er, um…..well, I suppose so. Well, yes! Sanso didn’t want to let the girl down, although he wasn’t altogether sure he knew where Nishanti’s place was. But he was game to give it a try, and the company of the girl would be a welcome change.

                                  Tell me about Nishanti, then, Zhana, and what her place is like. Sanso was hoping a few clues might ring a bell, perhaps.

                                  Nishanti has been my friend for as long as I can remember, Zhana said. We dream together mostly, well, Zhana blushed, Uncle Grishenka says it’s all in my head…he say’s it’s nonsense….

                                  Zhana squared her shoulders and carried on. Sanso had a kind look, and nodded encouragingly.

                                  She hardly wears any clothes, and her skin is warm and brown. The sun always shines and the sky is always deep blue in her place and we play outside all year long. There’s always warm ripe fruits to eat, not turnips and noodles, colourful juicy berries and plump pink fishy things, and there are flowers all year long, and the water isn’t frozen, we can play in the water and it doesn’t turn our hands blue…..

                                  Ah, the other side of the world…hhhmmm…..Sanso rubbed his whiskery chin thoughtfully.

                                  Ok, I can’t promise we can find Nishanti, but I think we can find the other side of the world. But first, I’d like to find some water, and perhaps a little fresh food?

                                  Zhana whooped with delight, and flung her arms around Sanso. Yes, yes!

                                  #1681

                                  In reply to: Synchronicity

                                  EricEric
                                  Keymaster

                                    Some interesting development came today, as I was brooding a new comment about the twins and their books, and other sorts of interactions surrounding this.
                                    I found out a new movie, based on a series of children books: Spiderwick, which features twins, an old book, and strange creatures.
                                    Of course, there is the old mansion (in New-England, US), and the name is reminiscent of Wrick too. Not to mention the “spider” which is linked for me not only to the spiders on the island(s), but more so to Francie’s last discussions and post on her multiply blog which I happened to have found only yesterday, though I remember Francie mentioning it at the time.

                                    The creators of these books are a writer (Holly Black) and an illustrator (Tony DiTerlizzi), so this is also a collaborative work, and probably a hint for success :face-grin:
                                    By the way, with all these “holy” jokes recently, “Holly Black” seems like more than just a nice perspective :yahoo_yin_yang:

                                    The website of the movie is also quite interesting to navigate inside, very well done…

                                    #698
                                    AvatarJib
                                    Participant

                                      Another element of the dream was coming again and again… this girl, she was with a huge creature… the shapes were not clear though the image was colorful… It was like a picture of her with her… dragon? Two names came to his mind : Lola and Asiir . The funny part is that he felt one of his friends was connected to her also in a closer way… and he had a message from her just this noon. :-?

                                      Were they connected to the girl that needed help?

                                      #697
                                      AvatarJib
                                      Participant

                                        Unable to focus his attention on the now, Yann was amazed at his ability to create misunderstandings all around him.
                                        People that were calling him, people that were emailing him… even himself with himself!
                                        Trying to work, he was always clicking on the “wrong” mail, the “wrong” application, the “wrong” icon… wrong wrong wrong… he was laughing inwardly, thinking about what their friend Abby had told them yesterday about always thinking on the lack of or on the I can’t have it… well she was always doing this movement as if she was playing drums… and today at work, a friend of his came and told him it was an beautiful Monday, and she did this very same movement of playing the drum!!! he wasn’t aware that it was quite fitting the day coming.

                                        Though he could still focus on what was accomplishments in this day full of seeming obstacles. He really appreciated having lunch with Yurick, and laughing, talking of dolphins and stuffs ;)) well they were planning and doing many things now that they were living together.

                                        Inspiration was here again, and the motivation too.

                                        He had a dream last night about something that seemed quite important, something connected to him intimately. Almadar :yahoo_idea: what was the name about?

                                        When telling Yurick, it appeared that he had no impression about it, nonetheless he seemed quite interested, and it was also a synch as Yurick was also in the dream. Yann was asking him about modifying a pattern, energetic pattern to help a girl… :yahoo_thinking:

                                        Who was she? She seemed familiar.

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