The Full Story

Cosmic Night Walks

On the Threshold, life opens into an expanse, wide layers of possibilities, into buoyant fantasmic, exponential growth---for some end...

The Full Story

The Good Life Threshold

Did I tell you how it goes? The hour got late. I turned into a pumpkin. I fought it off with an excellent remedy of outfit making and loud bumping sounds. Then, I made myself life in bed and closed my eyes to at least make semblance of rest. For hours because our meeting pushed later and later. And then I prepared various treats. I was finally ready just in time, no pumpkin in mind, but in full dark prince attire.

Taking to the northern parts of the big pits, someone was already singing under the big tree so I went beside. I made the most comfortable seating, relaxing as I know how. And you arrived.

We ranged huge wide informations and conversations. As we do. And time was coming closing in fast. I said well there are two things to this session before we can call our ends:

The Secret of the Story and the Question.

The question was about your Secret.

I thought it was.

Everyone in the Ticket Talk Club had to have a secret.

But the question you answered, was the one I had really been thinking and that took a much greater precedence.

Which was, What are We doing?

The Answer

Your answer, which had actually no ceiling, made a kind of sense that brought brought immense relief in the form of expanse.

In this universe there are circumstances that would make for a lot of complexities if something were to happen between us, so it is likely not possible in this timeline. In another timeline...

Well, there are lots of wonders that

we can think about in those other

timelines...

And More Answers

The truth serum must of slipped into my cup

for the currents of deep telling

poured like a rain.

The night of day.

The Day of night.

I am a longitude. I am facing a windy cliff, I am feelings all over my body. I am liquid heat.

Wishing rocks to encompass,

wishing new land upon the sea.

Tellurs tell it like it is.

Ah yes, this serious business may be due in part to my Jupiter being in Capricorn in the 7th house.

My luck gets made when I make systems and get ambitious with others. Which can certainly look serious.

Timeline travellers

The morning was hard on the delicate firmament of a psyche. Gentle care and the trust in the new timeline. A matter of a brain catching up.

Simultaneously a matter of what's really there. In this world of constantly making itself constructed. We meet in our middle as well as co-existing in a reality. Almost as if, made up realities, the sense of things as they are, is a perceptual imposition upon,

where enough (not entire) sense of a thing and things can allow those things to operate effectively. The Window of effectiveness.

An ear to the great below.

We don't have to know. we can be in relationship.

Rainbow Bridget

Hey bridge maker.

One stone at a time. Incremental.

Tide and tested.

Strategy.

Sound

Light.

Ogre builds bridge.

Something burns between us.

I will cross, I will make a bridge.

A bridge of sound.