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Here is a story I commented about, dugg, and then have sitting on my blog. Read it and finish he story on NPR... it is an interesting story. I also did a little Photoshop Pope image to go with the article.

To all who stumble into this puddle... it is late and I find that when the time passes into this hour it is nice to stop by and get in touch with the lifeforce in the control tower... the witness. Did you ever see Men in Black? I can't remember if it was the first or second one where the little green alien guy actually lived inside a diamond dealer's head... the body was just a pod. I have had that same vision. I actually envision that right now and wonder when I will get to go back to the mothership. The big cosmic boogiedown. Well, really it is nice to be here in this pod! Go ahaed, tell your control-person that you appreciate all he/she does for you... you know, thanks for all the fish so to speak.
but, on a more serious note, I will be putting together a blog of my written work real soon and would love to hear what you all think. I am a painter by trade but have over the years written a couple of books worth of short stories, thoughts, essays, and other journal entries based on inner and outer research. The awareness of the universe is vast and travelled, but only pockets of the brain-corel have been discovered. I soon will unveil some of the hilarious, but twisted things I have come across. For example... once on acid when I was 15 yrs old... I was hiking in hawking hills and walked behind this woman... who to me was nothing but waving and morphing giant-ass. There were no legs, no head, no arms..... just speedo pants, jiggling and splashing... weird huh? Well I started to laugh and got so absorbed in that silly thought... my legs and arms and head dissappeared, and you know what I thought? I could be just ass myself! And from here on out I will continue to grow and jiggle and morph too. That really freaked me out and so I did the most idiotic thing ever.... I walked up to this woman and apologized for projecting her ass as the topic for universal observation and find it funny and disgusting.... and that I too was full of ass and would have to probably suffer the same verdict from some tripping teenager. She looked at me with the most blank expression I have ever seen in a person... That was when I had a very fulfilling expeerience... Closure! Until next time... remember, you always know that when you think no one is watching that you are watching and whatever you are looking at... it is probably looking right back at you, so be nice and pay attention.

just to get it out there...
It amazes me that we incarnate with perspective so distorted that as life lessons pass one after another we continue to believe our experiences and the roles played therin. I don't think I have met anyone who has ever seen from someone elses shoes... and yet we use the expression that we should try seeing from where other people are standing. I know that we can share experiences and can try to relate by doing so, but I still don't think it really ever happens. Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to sound like life is a hopeless lonely experience, I just think that we spend to little time cherishing our own generated mindstate and too much time longing to "be one" with the people around us, and that stimuli gets us in the feeling of seperateness in which we want to avoid. Seperate unions, an oxymoron in words, attract my attention more and more as my mind and heart peels away layers of my assumed being. As a painter, I like most about my process the conversations I have with the many changing aspects of my own awareness and then visiting others with my work as a "disinterested third party". Just listen to all the psycho-babble! Blah, blah, blah.... the artist was trying to do this and that here, and it suggests this here. I love all the seperate unions in the world and how it changes our original perspective. Then in our minds eye we chalk some more words into the memory bank and call it our "experience". Silly me, I wonder what really happened all those years, and now I know where all those years went... Ha! I just wanted to put out there a disclaimer for humanity.... Chant not the cliche', and choose your own adventure!