From: dan
Date: March 14, 2006
"No, nothing electric vibrates through me via the internet whatsoever. I definitely have my thing with electric energy, for a long time it came in the form of a black jaguar. After years of training it became a black man. When I finally got the hang of it it stopped taking a form and became "pure" ecstacy (whatever THAT means) at first as lightning, at night. If you look at the bottom of Red Rob (he finally appeared in human form) you can see a thin shape wrapped in leather and red beads. That's a sliver from a lightning struck cedar tree. You could find out more about it in a book called "Friends of Thunder"....but lets just say that I keep my respectful distance from electric power now.
The mistake that you are making is exactly where you 2nd email places it. I am not looking for anything in particular (there's a term for the state, but I don't have time to go in to it here.) and as I've so often assured you, there's no running or hiding involved from anything you could know about. Let go of your obsession and you'll feel freer. Trust me on that one.
I assure you that I have all the love, and more, that I can deal with at present. Its nothing like what you seem to think it is. My "electric charge" if that's what it is, gathers in the earth. My sensual experience of it is to walk barefoot. And that's all there is to that, and all there will be to it."
3 years ago, at the time of this email, I could not understand. All I felt was that "electricity" running through me as we emailed one another. I began studying his painting "Red Rob" and saw a baby inside "Red Rob". Now I know. I am totally blessed to be able to "make sense" out of something which made little sense, as he continues to express his art. The more he reveals, the more which opens up. Just like a flower! When we began emailing, one day as I sat by my computer, a dove showed up right beside me on my window pane, as if to say "good job Dan, keep up the good work", at least that is the way I perceived it. When my father died, a family of doves moved into my yard. They returned after my divorce. Today, when I came home from work, there again, was a family of doves in my tree. Nature is such a beautiful art. I came home yesterday to find my crocus blooming. Keep the gift alive. The gift of becoming.
Date: March 14, 2006
"No, nothing electric vibrates through me via the internet whatsoever. I definitely have my thing with electric energy, for a long time it came in the form of a black jaguar. After years of training it became a black man. When I finally got the hang of it it stopped taking a form and became "pure" ecstacy (whatever THAT means) at first as lightning, at night. If you look at the bottom of Red Rob (he finally appeared in human form) you can see a thin shape wrapped in leather and red beads. That's a sliver from a lightning struck cedar tree. You could find out more about it in a book called "Friends of Thunder"....but lets just say that I keep my respectful distance from electric power now.
The mistake that you are making is exactly where you 2nd email places it. I am not looking for anything in particular (there's a term for the state, but I don't have time to go in to it here.) and as I've so often assured you, there's no running or hiding involved from anything you could know about. Let go of your obsession and you'll feel freer. Trust me on that one.
I assure you that I have all the love, and more, that I can deal with at present. Its nothing like what you seem to think it is. My "electric charge" if that's what it is, gathers in the earth. My sensual experience of it is to walk barefoot. And that's all there is to that, and all there will be to it."
3 years ago, at the time of this email, I could not understand. All I felt was that "electricity" running through me as we emailed one another. I began studying his painting "Red Rob" and saw a baby inside "Red Rob". Now I know. I am totally blessed to be able to "make sense" out of something which made little sense, as he continues to express his art. The more he reveals, the more which opens up. Just like a flower! When we began emailing, one day as I sat by my computer, a dove showed up right beside me on my window pane, as if to say "good job Dan, keep up the good work", at least that is the way I perceived it. When my father died, a family of doves moved into my yard. They returned after my divorce. Today, when I came home from work, there again, was a family of doves in my tree. Nature is such a beautiful art. I came home yesterday to find my crocus blooming. Keep the gift alive. The gift of becoming.
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