Chunking the chunked chunks

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I've no idea what this post is about, save that I feel I must. The

feeling came on when I was reviewing my first streaming image, and

having the place conjured up for me again by my mind's eye. The line

that caught my eye is this:

 

" We need no words, and know that simply to be is a pleasurable

conversation all its own. "

 

Which leads me to think of energetic transactions of a sort. I'm

learning that I don't " see " energies as others do. I sense them.

It's not a visual thing, but a felt one for me. For example, a friend

of mine was describing a spirit she was seeing, and I interjected

matching descriptions as she was doing so. I couldn't see the spirit

in question, but more " knew " certain things. Dark hair, about yay

tall, wearing such and such.

 

It's frustrating to me, I must admit. I want to be able to see these

things, and am working my way toward that, but I'm learning the value

of my other senses, as well. Another friend of mine today described

me as a blind man who senses his way through the world around him.

 

So I queried myself, " Why don't I know how? "

" Because you already do. "

" But how? "

" You know how. " (touch of annoyance, here)

" So I know how then. Why can't I call it to mind? "

" You doubt yourself and the lessons you've learned in your lives. " (I

could swear there was a muttered " Dolt " here, but can't be certain)

" What lessons? "

" Use what you know to find out. " (This said with such an air of

finality that I knew it pointless to query further)

 

So I went to the bookstore to find a book teaching what I want to

know. And found... nothing. I finally have the money to spend, and

have no clue where it should be spent. So I once again beseech the

Almighty Google.

 

Return to sites visited.

 

Reread posts.

 

And remember what I already knew that I can use to find what I want to

know (that I apparently already do...)

 

 

So there's my bit, I have no clue why I felt compelled to write it,

but here it is, regardless.

 

Istina ima mnogi nogi.

Chad

 

 

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We need no words, and know that simply to be is a pleasurable

conversation all its own.