For miss Gita
setaside2
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I hope you don't mind Gita me dearie-o, but it wouldn't fit you know where, so I'm putting it here for you.... with all due respect and love.
Baba can't be a ghost unless he has no substance and, you have read his posts, we see substance galore. Words from the heart, from the liver, from the head. He has his way.
He was witnessed on a mass scale here, we all were with him in this land on a screen, and we all have been with you: no more a ghost than he is, necessarily, but neither the physical proof stands that you exist without.
I have a book that he sent me that indicates his reality, and I have these conversations with you and others that indicate your reality at least as a psyche if not a persona, so I have no issues with that. I could use friends, no matter their coporeal state.
The fact that you love someone you've never met, well, that can border on religion but I have always thought that love was always a leap of faith as it were, so it makes good sense. Don't lose faith Gita, sometimes it's the only form of hope we have.
Radar will return in all his glory sometime soon...
And being strong for YOU will make you strong enough for the rest of us, so have no worries about where you stand as a guardian. Savor your thoughts, share them with others, revel in your dreams, be in others. Those are miracles. Miracles do come true, I believe that, but sometimes they come through and are immediately covered over with the silt of everyday filth and disregard... it is our job to find them and brush them off, polish them back to their original sheen so that others so easily blinded in their daily routine can share them as well.
I have fallen in love with people I have met for seconds. I have wanted to follow them home and make love to the thought of them or the dream of them... so I understand.
I wish I could tell you that you will find him someday, or the one you seek as it were. But I am no judge of such things. I spend far too much time in my words and in my dreams, and I am socially stunted because of it. I think you and I have a certain understanding as far as how the other thinks and works... I can hope for you and I can be optimistic for you and know that you deserve him at the very least. But I cannot say what Radar thinks or feels.
Dream your dreams and you will find lifetimes of love. Just don't wake up feeling hollow and empty because you've left them behind.
I'm still trying to master that. Aren't we all?
I wake up in the morning and ask myself why I am still where I am, what the hell I am doing there.
Someone give me the elevator to the top floor I say. The rest of you already appear to be on the observation deck and I'm late as usual.
Love all around.
seta.
Baba can't be a ghost unless he has no substance and, you have read his posts, we see substance galore. Words from the heart, from the liver, from the head. He has his way.
He was witnessed on a mass scale here, we all were with him in this land on a screen, and we all have been with you: no more a ghost than he is, necessarily, but neither the physical proof stands that you exist without.
I have a book that he sent me that indicates his reality, and I have these conversations with you and others that indicate your reality at least as a psyche if not a persona, so I have no issues with that. I could use friends, no matter their coporeal state.
The fact that you love someone you've never met, well, that can border on religion but I have always thought that love was always a leap of faith as it were, so it makes good sense. Don't lose faith Gita, sometimes it's the only form of hope we have.
Radar will return in all his glory sometime soon...
And being strong for YOU will make you strong enough for the rest of us, so have no worries about where you stand as a guardian. Savor your thoughts, share them with others, revel in your dreams, be in others. Those are miracles. Miracles do come true, I believe that, but sometimes they come through and are immediately covered over with the silt of everyday filth and disregard... it is our job to find them and brush them off, polish them back to their original sheen so that others so easily blinded in their daily routine can share them as well.
I have fallen in love with people I have met for seconds. I have wanted to follow them home and make love to the thought of them or the dream of them... so I understand.
I wish I could tell you that you will find him someday, or the one you seek as it were. But I am no judge of such things. I spend far too much time in my words and in my dreams, and I am socially stunted because of it. I think you and I have a certain understanding as far as how the other thinks and works... I can hope for you and I can be optimistic for you and know that you deserve him at the very least. But I cannot say what Radar thinks or feels.
Dream your dreams and you will find lifetimes of love. Just don't wake up feeling hollow and empty because you've left them behind.
I'm still trying to master that. Aren't we all?
I wake up in the morning and ask myself why I am still where I am, what the hell I am doing there.
Someone give me the elevator to the top floor I say. The rest of you already appear to be on the observation deck and I'm late as usual.
Love all around.
seta.
I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
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now on to another one of my weird dreams
so its 2007 and the nba playoffs are in full swing i had just gotten off tour with pearl jam as there opening act i suck , during the tour me and the boys got to know each other really well well its eastern finals and its the celts and the bulls , so before the series starts ed calls me up and says hey" i know your your broke hehe but if you want we can go to all the games" i say awesome any way the celts take a 3-0 lead in the series and just before we leave eds house for game four in chicago ed says "hey lets just watch it at the house im not feeling well" so im like i could go with another one of my friends but in the end he got so pist i had to stay, so its the fourth and with five minutes left the celts are up by forty and eds like "hey you wanna see my rifle collection now" and i was excited because we both recently took up the sport of hunting hunters so i woke up then
jesus forgive me my sins amen
I could barely look in ed's eyes last december at the key....(thank you ten club) i was so close to him i could actually make eye contact....somehow when he would look my way i was scared to look back into those eyes...it made me shudder. I was afraid to take too much in because he has been in my dreams for so long...
Seta, ....i just don't know how such beautiful thoughts and observations come from one person. you have the gift to help so many, including myself. Sometimes, i don't feel like i deserve it.
YOU my friend, help me feel like I do.
all my love,
Gita
It also seems to me that if any of these people were just shown one simple element of the truths that are in these days we breathe, things would ease somewhat and there would be the ability to live with less fear...
Gita you DO deserve it. All of you do. I wish I could just walk the earth and tell people this shit. I would be the happiest person on this godforasaken waterpuddled rock... and think of all the people that could be helped...
Help me... we can do this.
Yeah I've fallen in love with people I have met for seconds, and I know of the eye contact issue. I can hardly breathe let alone eye contact. heh. And then you find yourself wishing you had told them, no matter the cost because maybe they felt something when the flush crept into your cheeks and you cast your eyes in every direction but directly at them... and you gesture frantically to keep their attentions...
Fickle, pickle, popsickle. It's all so so.
I'm a rambling fool. Stop me please. and I love you all.