Okay okay okay... theres a lot to catch up with.

Successful:
3 experiements that steadily mounted towards the decsending stone, and on the peak of the third, a Violet Culex Prism descended in the middle of a conversation about language. Success! Unfortunate as this is, I was the only one who bore visual witness to the event, and when this was brought into the conversation, it was as if I was making it up! Bah.

Previously, the condensed matter had taken on the form of a viper's venom tooth proceeding a phoenix egg. This event was maximized through a crescending energy flow that collapsed the untouchable into a pool of eyes. The eyes were given out to all present. The effects are still pending, however there has been a strong increase in psychic current. Numerous minor synchronistic events like pepper dot the map of time we are sharing.
I hope you can join us soon.

They'll eventually amass into something gaint and indistinguishable, but that probably won't happen utnil the point of departure, as all good events in life tend to.

There is no reason, nor is there rationality, nor is there emotion or lack thereof. There only Is. Make peace with this and you'll set yourself free. Saying it isn't enough.


First encounter: The park was never so green, and later i was to encounter buddha who would show me the path.
Second encounter: In the dark, Shiva dances the answer and a flood of emotions dissolves the black mother.

Third encounter: Not only is the condensation successful, but we were all able to partake, those of us keen to, anyhow...

Prognosis and reflection: It was all worth every bit of it, and now we have universal permission to exit the body. At such times we are tempted to think that there will be some sort of mass awakening, that people will suddenyl fall into synch with us and rise from the darkness they are enshrouded within. This is, unfortunately the dream abyss, the inflated sense of "I" that is confused, that is projected outward to the point of indiscernability, past one into many, and confounded by the idea that it could be contained within one vessel. Hence, the healed split once again is rendered asunder and we return to our bodies, expecting the world to have felt the same way we did. In actuality, our inflated ego could not see past it's granduer (for it is, just never recognized as such... grand, that is...) and chose instead to gaze at it's reflection... however the mirror image might not feel the same as the one gazing into it, and the illusion flounders.

That is how the ego is frightned back into the self, and from there... wherre do we go?