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  • #1614

    In reply to: Synchronicity

    F LoveF Love
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      haha yes funny name! :yahoo_laughing:

      Today i read in the paper of two cleaning women stuck in a lift in Illinois. They overheard a man talking on a cellphone and made a racket so that he heard them.

      #630
      TracyTracy
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        Becky coughed painfully, and shook her head in confusion. She coughed again, clutching her ribs and wincing as her bruised chest muscles screamed.

        I am so out of the loop I fear I will never catch up, she wailed sadly.

        She coughed again, clutching Chump close to her, as if the wiry little dog could soothe her tormented breathing with his warmth.

        How will I ever catch up, Pork Chump? she moaned, stroking his scruffy scrawny body.

        Chump winked at her and said Catching up and keeping track, don’t you know that is a wild goose chase? You may observe me, when I chase a goose. I chase the goose for fun, for a moment of fun. Do I wonder where the goose came from? Do I wonder where the goose went? Do I worry about the gooses mother, or daughter, or son?

        Becky was momentarily nonplussed; after all, Chump had only winked and laughed at her before, she had never heard him speak.

        #622

        Somewhere during the 23 rd century

        “aaa AAAA AAAAA Tcheeeew !”

        “Hiiiiii?! Oh Fracking NOOOoooo!”

        The shriek had been heard in the whole facility.

        Phefia Beryl was the first on the spot where Vinya Grey had been playing so exuberantly with her vocal chords.

        — Vinnie? Are you alright?… What just happened?
        — Oh, Pheffy… I think I made an awful blunder…
        — What do you mean?
        — You know, my last experiment?
        — The g…
        — Yes!
        — What?!
        — They poofed away…
        — Away?… You mean, all of them? Oh bugger…

        :fleuron:

        A few minutes later, Vinya and Phefia were around a white table sucking on straws picked into white and red polystyrenoid balls.

        — Vinnie, you look terrible… That last geomagnetic storm had not done very good on your DNA I’m afraid.
        — And the worse is that each time I sneeze, I blow up wormholes… I thought it would go better very quickly, but last one was big and lasted long enough to let the whole experimental herd wander off in another time/space and/or dimension…
        — Yeah, that’s pretty bad… But wherever they went, they probably will die very soon… Imagine… With their stiff legs anytime they see something frightening, I guess a mere mapgie could easily have them for dinner…
        — Such a pity… I was close to doing something great with them… When we discovered these fossilized blue spiders, I knew it was the first step.
        — Bwah, this rehydrated frogrog is the grossest thing I’ve ever drunk… But yeah you’re right, the first results were very promising. The spiders venom could provoke very random and deep mutations.
        — And all we needed was a little more control on the direction of the mutations.
        — Anyway they’re just goats… You possibly can’t have breached a cosmic law with a handful of GOATS
        — Hope so Pheffy, hope so…

        :fleuron2:

        San Demangelo, 1848

        Elroy was laughing… Hey Joe, Twi! he shouted A letter from Uncle Ernie!

        — Uncle Ernie? How’s the old bat doin’? asked Twilight
        — He’s sending his greetings for the new year, and babbling about last dead people in the neighborhood. But there’s something funny. He’s saying that he’d just acquired some funny goats. Like popped in, out of nowhere. At first he’d thought of a joke, but apparently no one’s been claiming them. He’d thought them dead, they were a dozen laying stiff on the ground, but when they started to wake up, they went down again like broken dolls. Apparently the magpies on top of the tree had been scaring them. Ahaha… Where does he get such strange stories…
        — Well, magpies are scarey, Twilight said meaningfully, with a side glance at Joe
        — Whatever… At least he’d been giving us a good laugh. He’s saying he’s gonna breed the horny beasts, and start a Fainting Goat Fair (or FGF) in Marshall County. Perhaps we could get there next Thanksgiving…
        — Depends when the Freak Show’s coming to town, mused Twilight, I hope to see them soon…

        #1993

        In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

        TracyTracy
        Participant

          Next thought focused:
          Experience sky
          Given love, lady mother,
          Far laughing bed friends;
          Fine earth;
          Skin.

          #1992

          In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

          F LoveF Love
          Participant

            Pain interesting …. :help: dark quickly, game change, lost obviously, bring bandages,

            weird weather. :weather-few-clouds:

            Whatever …

            Franiel wondering … yellow color …. raft named random truth? Try move nothing. Perhaps heart speak sometimes quiet. Thinking energy….remember herself moments, process inside light, past help outside …. wait, familiar wall happening … floating mind sea movement.

            Yurick noticed …. told mummy story, attention Bronkelhampton. :mummy: Joe tell sheriff spiders answer, bugger party!
            Cold worry gone …. laughing. Dear bright cave, already connected.

            :yahoo_rose:

            #612

            It’d been two hexades that the Abbot Hrih Chokyam Lin’potshee had been laying in bed in poor condition.
            At first, he had wanted to be as strong as he had always been towards hardships, but he’d finally admitted that quelching the pain wasn’t doing any good to him. So he had agreed to be taken care of by a young monk, and to lay in bed as long as was necessary.
            He knew that he was very likely not to get out of that bed but with his body covered by a white sheet, nevertheless, the thought was still something distant. The pain in his body was making him so present to himself that the only thing that was still blatant was that he was.
            More than the body, it was all his faith that was shaken. He had thought he would leave this life without mess, without pain, probably very discreetly in his sleep… But now, his head was wincing at every noise, even the nature’s sounds that once felt like music to his ears, he was eschewing them now as much as he could. His very skin was hot and couldn’t bear even the soft contact of the bedsheets.
            What was the point of all of this? He had never doubted that everything had its purpose, but now, he was doubting…
            He was even trying to find some reasonable reasons for what was happening, he who never trusted in reasonable reasons in the first place. Perhaps that was because of his seating under the chilly air and the warm sun in front of the Meditation Wall, reading for all of the poems that had been written by the monks who had dared to write. Perhaps he had “taken cold”, whatever that means…
            “Perhaps not” the voice kept saying softly in his head.

            Now, his whole succession was feeling like a moot point. After all, he was not even capable of saving himself from anything, then how could what he created make the slightest difference? These were all like an extension of his body, bound to decay and come back to Earths.

            Not so many monks had dared write upon the Wall about their highest truth. A few jokesters had begun at first, helping the others to participate.
            One in particular had had Hrih laugh for quite a while.

            A toad is a toad
            Unless kissed
            Endless Bliss

            Then a dozen of others had flourished upon the wall, until Aum Geong decided to write his own. He’d not wanted to go first, to allow the others to express without the burden of comparison, and also to have some more time to write something deep and thoughtful. But that profusion of nonsense between some occasional pearls of wisdom made him write his own.

            Unattainable is the Truth
            For in the Dust of things
            All in our View is bleak

            Doing Wrong we forswear
            For Dust to be lifted
            And Wisdom we seek

            In the deed of the Elders
            And the Faith in the Community
            Light and Trust bespeak

            All the monks had been quite impressed, but Hrih had not been entirely satisfied by it… To be honest, he even completely disagreed with it.
            Now, however, stuck in this bed, the poem was playing in his head and suggesting that the Worlds were something terrible that he had not yet understood, or be willing to avoid seeing. Perhaps Aum Geong was wiser than he was.
            Perhaps all that Hrih had put as foundational to his life had all been Dust…
            “There is no Dust, and you know that” the voice whispered softly.

            Now that he is about to die, what difference will it make anyway…
            He reach out for a bowl of water, and almost let it fall, as the weight of it surprised him. He was becoming so weak… He never had been so self-conscious in many many many years.

            After he had propped himself up to drink a few burning swallows of the lukewarm water, he noticed something folded on his bedside, that had been put under the bowl… Young Franiel had been the one attending him with Jog Lam, so it must have been the doing of one of them. He intuited that was Franiel.

            As he read the stanzas, tears were in his eyes…

            I am the driftwood
            the wave carried me
            I was buried in sand

            I am the flower
            the butterfly touched me
            I fell in love

            I am the raindrop
            the cloud released me
            I became the ocean

            The Young monk had probably not dared write it on the Wall, especially after most of the monks’ vocal appreciations of Aum Geong’s poem…
            “Perhaps not” the voice again spoke.
            Another reason for it formed into Hrih’s mind. Franiel perhaps didn’t feel ready for such responsibilities and his role and fulfillment in this community was not form rules nor to continue it.
            It was more to inspire them, and perhaps to start his own discoveries.

            Hrih wrote a note behind the paper. He wanted to leave something for Franiel, for him to keep faith in his coming adventures during these coming times of change.
            After a deep breath, he took another paper that was with him for already such a long time, wrote down some words, and signed it, the aura of his hand burning a glyph that was his signature in the paper. He then called for Jog Lam.

            — Jog Lam, my friend…
            — Elder?
            — I’m dying…
            — I know Elder
            — Let me continue. (Jog Lam nodded)
            First, will you give that paper to Young Franiel after the cremation ceremonies. (Jog Lam nodded again)
            Second, I want you to relay that I have made my decision, and that Aum Geog will succeed me (Jog Lam’s surprise was noticeable in his eye). He is, to date, the most adequate successor for this monastery.
            — I will do as you want.
            — Thank you my friend.
            — Elder…
            — Farewell, my friend, I am always with you.

            When Jog Lam stoically left the room, Hrih Chokyam laid down, his eyes on the ceiling. His body was so weak that all he could do was to project behind his closed eyelids and see the starry sky, even if he would have wanted something different for his death. He would have loved something like a nap in a sunlit meadow with a little singing brook.
            But seeing the actual World was something even more precious to him. The barren mountains of the icy season, the clear unclouded sky. His mind was so full of energy that his body lacked.

            With a deep feeling of gratitude for his body, he bid it farewell.

            #607
            AvatarJib
            Participant

              The blue phone rang with a joyful tinckling sound. Sam knew it was Tina, he was connecting with her and fussing the communication a bit… it was like she was tickling him through his yellow energy center and when he picked up the phone he was having difficulties not laughing loud.

              “Hey Tina I’m glad you got the energy…”

              “Well, I can’t say it was very clear… you can do better, she said matter-of-factly. I was hesitating between you having epilepsy or you being attacked by an ant colony…”

              “Hehehe, well I have not yet a clear idea about what I want to do… I just feel it could be great to gather friends in a big soup party.”

              “Mmmm, I don’t like soup. Can I bring my raft to float upon? I’ll render it soupproof.”

              “Hahaha, yes you can bring whatever suits you. I’m wondering if you’d enjoy some cheesy garlands?”

              Tina snorted thoughtfully.

              “As long as the smell doesn’t stick to our clothes or our energy… Is there such thing as a smelly energy?”

              #597

              “ As we have stated previously, these terms are quite limiting for explanation purposes. The terminology is not incorrect, by any means. It is only expressing a much, much smaller impression to you than, in actuality, these terms represent. If your interpretation of these terms is too literal, you may find yourself accepting concepts which have only been explained to you partially; for our explanation of concepts is only a minute portion of the entirety of any idea, or concept, or “doctrine.” Only playing, my friend! These concepts must be taken in at this present time, within your present understanding, to the intellect; and the intellect must be allowed to trigger the intuition, allowing a full circle of thought, so to speak; this full circle being a continuous flow of information to assimilation, to actualization, to creation”

              Patel

              Not AGAIN!! shouted Becky. For the past week every time she tried to open her blog page, it always opened on this old post of Patels. Usually, by a circuitous route, she did eventually manage to arrive on her most recent post…..but not today! That monkey Patel wouldn’t let Becky look at any other post but this.

              Funny coincidence really that she’d watched the cartoon last night called Madagascar, starrring Patel himself as King of the Lemurs. Becky had to laugh. A rave party of dancing lemurs on ecstasy!

              #575
              EricEric
              Keymaster

                Georges and Salome’s journal

                From Salome’s account of their first journey to the Alienor star system

                The Jorid has spotted what will be the destination for our first joined adventure.
                It’s a dimension which seems unexplored yet, and rather fascinating. Georges, as he is, would already have jumped right in, but I preferred to get a little more background information before moving into it. It’s still a little awkward to move into these realms where the laws of physics as we’ve known them are different, sometimes dramatically so. These would not be too much of a difficulty as the adaptation of the physical body usually goes quite fast, as Georges has shown me when we trained in more familiar dimensions, but the most delicate part is when we barely know the relationships at play.
                Georges will laugh because he’s more confident that everything is perfect, but somehow, I tend to believe that things can be a little more perfect when we know how to avoid making faux-pas.
                So we’ve spent a few days gathering some basic informations on this dimension we call Alienor. The most part of the activity seems to revolve around a cluster of planetoids. At this moment, it’s forming a system of three planets revolving on the same orbit around their sun. We call them Duane, Murtuane, and Phrëal.
                They seem to form a complex web of relationships, and cover such a wide range of aspects that we have decided on a mutual agreement to split our exploration to cover more ground for a beginning.
                Georges is exploring the Duane, and I took the Murtuane, both planetoids seeming to come from the same core of matter, in a manner of speaking. The feeling around the Phrëal is more ambivalent, as though it is undergoing some deep change, not unlike to the Shift that will be (or has been) occurring on our Earth. So, we’ve decided not to interfere with it right now. It may take a dozen of years (as we understand them) for them to undergo that process, but it’s not like we care of time issues in any case.

                Here are my first observations concerning the Murtuane. Obviously, it ties into the Duane, but I am not completely aware of all of these ties yet.
                The first connection I had to the Murtuane was with some ancient beings living here. I saw myself riding one of these sentient beings, gliding through the sky in a mountainous land. The colours are vivid, even if the atmosphere seems very light, and filtering the sun’s ray in a spectrum slightly more indigo than our sky on Earth. These beings, whose name I can’t yet translate accurately (it’s something close to Nirgual) are powerful winged focuses of essence, though I suspect this to be a mere convenient form that they use. They somewhat remind me of the Rokhs (or Rocs) that the sultan’s wifes were telling us about in their legends. Apparently, they are respected, perhaps feared by the people inhabiting the lands, though I can feel they are for the most part benevolent.
                These people, those that I could spot, seem to have a slightly green skin, but overall humanoid form (within my translation of them).

                I will probably have more to connections once we gather our impressions with Georges.

                #1416
                AvatarJib
                Participant

                  et glou et glou et glou et glou

                  or in japanese

                  ikki ikki ikki ikki

                  :yahoo_laughing:

                  Unfortunately I don’t know it in english… could it be gulp gulp gulp ?

                  >:D<

                  #1988

                  In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

                  TracyTracy
                  Participant

                    AH, BUT IT’S THE truth THESE days THAT WE ARE creating WHAT WE read AND WRITE ABOUT THAT cave. Malvina WAS focused ON THE bar, AND FELL Asleep FOR WHAT seemed LIKE FOREVER. WE NEEDN’T keep outside, georges SAID, IT MAY BE weird. BUT WE HAVE turned WEIRD TOO, HE added AS AN Aside, laughing AT life AND energy stories .

                    :yahoo_heehee:

                    #570

                    It’s a very nice name, Arona. But you must have been dreaming. My name isn’t Floyd in this focus.

                    Oh bugger it! said Arona, not really listening to Floyd, or whatever he said his name was. Floyd, they look like nice people don’t you think?,… a bit weirdo perhaps but the monkey is cute … and I do love dancing. I have not danced in ages. Oh let’s just join in anyway!

                    Well, I am not really dressed for it, and I am not much of a dancer … answered Floyd uneasily.

                    We can be anyone we want to be! responded Arona, in an unusually irrepressible mood. let’s just close our eyes and imagine how we want to look, and let’s go! Don’t forget to smile will you.

                    Arona and Floyd join in the Disco Dance

                    That was fun! and you are a great dancer Floyd! laughed Arona. And thanks Guys! hope we didn’t interrupt anything, she called out to the new arrivals at the cave.

                    Not at all, join in anytime! answered Georges with a smile.

                    Actually, Arona, it’s Sanso, not Floyd, said Sanso.

                    Oh right! sorry … I was sure you said Floyd, silly me. I often get things mixed up, apologised Arona, graciously. Anyway, I think I had better go back and see what Yikesy is up to. I left him playing with that Salumbmatibum thingy. Goodness only knows what he will have created!

                    #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.

                        #1979

                        In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

                        AvatarJib
                        Participant

                          mmmmmm :-? this one also

                          stories energy boy let surprise ass
                          created laugh behind met door against
                          felt floyd mother morning real quiet added thought

                          #518

                          Anyway Arona, said Sanso, after a short silence while they watched the disco dancers. I have decided to change my name!

                          Oh great!

                          Yes, I have always liked the name “Floyd”. What do you think? Got a nice ring to it eh? Do you think it suits me?

                          :fleuron:

                          Well it appears it is a private party I think Arona. Still, most entertaining, eh what!

                          and Floyd started laughing, and snorting … and Arona could not help but laugh too … although she was laughing more at the snorting than the dancers.

                          #550

                          Alarmed by the sound of the explosion, Mrs Butterbutt rushed out of her office.

                          What the hell are they doing again? If it’s these dirty sons of …

                          She censored her thought as she was about to burst out in anger, she was so focused on that prout farting Mc Gaughran that as she opened the door of the main room, her face was that of a fury…. but as soon as she saw what had happened, she heard the laugh of Little Joe followed by all the drunkards and the sissy cow boys of that town. Her loud laugh soon joined with the others… she managed to calm down and talked to the juicy Aldous.

                          — Oh you’re going to pay for all that mess, behave Mc Gaugran, you could have refrained from shitting on you!

                          She couldn’t help but burst into laughter again.

                          #547
                          TracyTracy
                          Participant

                            “Of course, as soon as they had stepped into the powerful magnetic field generated inside the T.R.A.P., the reality around them was transphormed as if they all had been into a huge deFørmiñG mirror, that they could shape with their strangest thoughts.

                            Obviously, they had all started to hallucinate some funny stuff…

                            It was happening so quick, Sam noticed.”

                            Hahahah! Becky actually laughed out loud. Sleepily, she hoped she’d remember to make a connection between the sheriffs frog accident and the T.R.A.P. trip when she was feeling more alert.

                            #1972

                            In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

                            AvatarJib
                            Participant

                              =)) what an omen :))

                              quintin anna telling rose gave opened wondering sighed growing yourself laughing eyes mandrake particular key gift creating yikesy color game happened

                              #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.

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