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  • #1978

    In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

    Jib
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      :yahoo_thinking: I think the noise is really related to the story ;))
      this scrying is quite clear to me.

      book understand sam %{color:red}tomkin%* friends tell longer heard happening action already smiled calling joe asked must self experience images given love

      #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 ;))

      #559

      With all those farting dreams, Naasir was wondering what the fart of a dragon like him would generate…

      #1975

      In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

      TracyTracy
      Participant

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

        #1592

        In reply to: Synchronicity

        Jib
        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

          #1972

          In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

          Jib
          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.

            #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
            #540
            Jib
            Participant

              Anadron and Goldarny were joining their energies. They had discovered another dimension in their explorations and had decided to do a scout peek, for a few minutes.
              Their first exploration together. It was quite thrilling and new to them.

              They had chosen a cell of the sand hive, to be quiet and kept warm during the process.

              They joined their hands letting their awareness encompass the other’s awareness, they blended their focus and created Andrimiñ. The qualities they merged in this new aspect could be translated as a male.

              He had not yet a shape. The shape would be created as soon as Andrimiñ would enter that new dimension. Andrimiñ was their messenger, their explorer. He would gather and explore the dimensions and as he was connected with them and not fragmented he would always be connected with their own focus in Asaris. He was still new and they had just merged basic qualities so they could taste the dimension through his experience.

              Andrimiñ was quite excited :bounce: and almost faded out, but Anadron and Goldarny managed to sooth their own excitement. A smile on their face, they projected their explorer to the Alienor dimension.

              #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.

                #538

                A dragon egg was hatching. A bluish light around the shell.
                That egg was not in a rookery, it was in the Marshes of Doom.

                A little girl was passing by and whistling. She was eight and quite unaware of what was happening. But she was drawn to that particular spot where she could see something shining. Her excitement was enhanced by the unheard humming of the baby dragon emerging. Her heart was full of joy and happyness.

                She had that name in her mind Asiir and that song her mother was always singing to her when she was younger. At times she would sing it to her again, lost in her memories. And it was quite endearing a song, about another world blending with their own, that world, what was the name?

                La Phrëal said a voice in her head. She was a bit startled and stopped singing. Nothing… just the joy and the excitement. She started to walk again in the tall grass.

                She continued with her song and began to see the edges of the egg. Wow, she stopped in awe. It was beautiful, with many shades of blue and it was pulsing. Seeing it she was even more full of joy and of love. All fear she could have had before had vanished of her heart.

                Lola, I’m choosing you

                Hearing these words in her head, her heart exploded of joy, it was so intense the she burst out crying and laughing at the same time. The shell had cracked open and she could see the little creature emerging, so graceful, pink with golden shades. How will she explain that to her parents? :yahoo_rose:

                #1970

                In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

                Jib
                Participant

                  leormn liked became yellow

                  elikozoe mind thought saloon tried cool parents

                  #1969

                  In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

                  Jib
                  Participant

                    hahaha, I’m having lots of fun scrying ;))

                    :fleuron2:

                    leormn laughed fact vincentius singing sometimes word leaving mountains strange age let red come noticed

                    :fleuron2:

                    #535

                    Anita woke up in a strange world. She wasn’t in the plane. Her parents were not here. She began to feel afraid but a movement in her periphery made her look on her left.

                    — MeoWrrrl! It’s about time Pashi, you slept for about 3 days. We had some difficulties bringing you in this safe place. But the spiders are looking for you.

                    — Lynxie! Where are my parents?

                    She woke up and hugged the Lynx.

                    — Wowl Wowl, they had been taken by the spiders. That was their choice. In a manner of speaking they did it so you could live. We used their loving energy to focus and take you away of all that mess.

                    — The spiders? What spiders? How can a spider take an adult? You mean there were a lot of them?

                    — Meowmm! A lot yes, and also quite huge ones. But you already know them. And…

                    Araili’s gaze blurred for a few seconds and Anita felt that he was accessing her energy.

                    — Their Elder, she knows you also, you are connected strongly. You’ll meet her in time. Meowrrrrrl :yahoo_eyelashes: Are you hungry?

                    The little question distract her attention from all what she was about to ask about her parents and the situation. Yes she was quite hungry, but Lynxie said she’d been sleeping for 3 days? Her stomach was growling quite loudly.

                    — Yes, I think so.

                    Flap, flap, flap. :yahoo_angel:

                    — Oh Owlie! :bounce:

                    A beautiful SnOwl was bringing the breakfast. A basket with fruits and breads and all that she could have imagined for her breakfast.

                    — Pashi, Araili had told me you were awake, the others are coming. Rafaela is bringing your some milk ;)) I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.

                    #1967

                    In reply to: Scrying the Word Cloud

                    Jib
                    Participant

                      told living eggs huge somehow sheriff warring beautiful tracy seemed ones longer stories

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                      #534
                      ÉricÉric
                      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.

                        #1493
                        ÉricÉric
                        Keymaster

                          Ohoh, I slightly modified a chunk of code that mangled the links with an ampersand (&) and now, behold…

                          I could be brown
                          I could be blue
                          I could be violet sky
                          I could be hurtful
                          I could be purple
                          I could be anything you like :yahoo_smug:
                          Gotta be green
                          Gotta be mean :yahoo_devil:
                          Gotta be everything more :yahoo_cowboy:
                          Why don’t you like me? :yahoo_eyelashes:
                          Why don’t you like me? O:-)
                          Why don’t you walk out the door! :-h

                          (From Mika’s Grace Kelly)

                          :fleuron:

                          Here’s the code…

                          p=. I could be %{color:blue}blue% and *bold*

                          …to produce that:

                          I could be blue and bold

                          #510

                          :multimedia: Marvin Scrozzezi was considering a script that had been sent to him by his friend.
                          Betty, his assistant, had insisted that he reads it…

                          Seeing his current movie, it couldn’t be any worse in any case.
                          The title of the script cracked him up.

                          Ogregan, the Origeans

                          Marvin giggled, almost spluttering his smoking chai on the script.

                          He started to read the first paragraphs.

                          FADE IN:
                          EXT. WOODS
                          A big humphing man plunges into the woods. Twigs slap at him,
                          but the sound of gunfires keeps him going. Sheriff Marshall is
                          taking the lead, but an auburn haired man plunges into the woods
                          before him, followed by one dark-haired one. They are obviously
                          brothers. The older one is ELVIN STREWN, he is following his
                          younger brother with the lopsided hair, JAY STREWN.
                          JAY is shooting at the fugitive, ALDO MC GALLIGAN, a local
                          mobster known as the OGREGAN.
                          
                          Gunfire explodes in trees near the STREWN brothers, shot at them
                          by MC GALLIGAN, and they dive and roll into hiding under a
                          palisade.

                          Interesting stuff, wonders Marvin… That mobster looks like a fascinating character…

                          Flipping though the script he found page 57 another catching bit of reading…

                           DISSOLVE TO:
                          EXT. PROSPERITY BANK ; SHOT of a Texan bank on a quiet street.
                          INT. PROSPERITY BANK
                          There are three customers, male. Enters a MOTHER and her SON.
                          TELLER#1: What can I do for you Mrs MC GALLIGAN?
                          MRS GALLIGAN to her SON who is drawing on her dress: ALDO, will
                          you keep still for a moment, good for nothing!

                          Pfff, Marvin sighed, feeling bored.
                          Not long after, he was sound asleep, snoring loudly on the comfortable chair.

                          #1314

                          In reply to: Yuki’s Livrary

                          ÉricÉric
                          Keymaster

                            December 3 rd

                            ( Hey, that’s 12.3, might be a hint for growth… Yurick)

                            A communication about coordinate points, and how to travel between idea clusters

                            As the story starts to develop in a rapid and very intertwined manner, much like waves in the ocean, overlapping and rippling from and to many directions, Yurick became concerned that it may be difficult to keep track of, or rather to retain an ability to graciously navigate in it.

                            Let us imagine for a moment. Take your own life. It is composed of a multitude of moments. Your construct of linear time gives you the impression that there is a continuous succession or stream of moments.
                            In a manner of speaking, it is easier for you to grok the concept of multiple points of attention for your naturally associate them with your space. You can easily envision your many focuses happening all at once in a variety of places, towns or countries, and having a possibility to zoom in and out, so that to encompass more than your single current focus.
                            But what you do in engaging your conceptualization with your focuses would be equally valid were you to engage it in relation to that single focus that is you, in all of its moments of actualization.
                            But that would be far less familiar, as you identify quite strongly with that construct of time.

                            As that story unfolds, you discover that there are an infinity of points of attention dispersed in many many comments, and one comment can include many more than one point of attention itself. What you would be tempted to do, for it is something that is very automatic in your current associations, would be to attempt to draw lines between the points, to recreate a linearity, and thus facilitate your understanding of a certain action.

                            This is unnecessary and within your current movement of expansion of awareness would be counterproductive.

                            But you are familiar with that concept of coordinate points. For most of you, you once again associate them strongly with the space continuum, but they could be used in many many other situations. That story being one of them.
                            The coordinate points are in a manner of speaking, conglomerate of very coherent energy; they would not be “points” per se, but rather high concentration of these points of attention that your attempt to link together.
                            As such, they become the links that you are in search of, for in that drawing of energy points of similar expressions, they also become passageways between the associations that the points are linked to.
                            As a matter of fact, the “point” that you come to identify to the concentrated cluster of points would rather be a tone representative of that coherent energy that you can use to activate the links contained within that cluster of points.

                            That would be the reason why Yurick, in coming to understand that concept, has slightly adapted the original cloud of tags in the story, so that it can expand and be used to access the coordinate points that the tags are, quite simply.

                            #502

                            Madame Butterbutt, the saloon landlady and iconic colourful figure, came back to her room in a fury.
                            She was living above the saloon, in a large room tastefully furnished, with some exuberant objects that she had gathered from her many commercial acquaintances.

                            She took one of her favourite cigarillos to calm her down.
                            That Mc Gaughran was such a… she wasn’t at loss for words. But none of them would have been strong or decent enough for the dork that he was. Ooops she smiled, this last one had almost slipped out unnoticed.

                            Unlike many people in that small town of San Demangelo, she wasn’t fearful of the man. Not of the man himself (she was almost a giantess compared to many women), and certainly not of his threats either, even though she knew what the man was capable of.
                            She knew well many of his shady tricks, but she also knew things about him that most of the time sufficed to keep him quiet and docile.

                            Today, she would have almost laughed at him when he had tried to pressure her by threatening to reveal to sheriff Ted Marshall her little trafficking of hallucinogenic toads. Pathetic of him.
                            That was really nothing, a little commerce she had with some remote part of her family in Guatemala, especially the voodoo witch Nana Del Conda. These were regularly brought to her by the old ambulant quack Myrlin who was selling all sorts of hocus pocus remedies, keeping the potent ones for Madame Butterbutt.

                            So nothing extraordinary about that… No,… what had brought her in that terrible mood was when the hoity-toity, pompous, arrogant, full of himself f*ckhead, oops she bit her lip again… When that jelly belly mugger had tried to coerce her into pushing the little Twi into his bed.
                            Repugnant.

                            When that foolhardy brother El Disperso is storming again into the bar to try to find quarrel and provoke the jelly pig into a brawl, she would perhaps let him have it his own way after all.
                            Last time her loath of firearms had been directed strongly against the young boy, perhaps also to protect him too… Anyway, he was perhaps right, allowing himself to “float downstream”, from the hate to the anger… and perhaps to hope and joy again.
                            She started to sound like dear ol’ Abe…

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