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Grandddd Risings to We...caring and shining as needful...
Personally, haven't read this book, which is why it was rather surprising when the title was repeating in My thoughts when I woke from a nap...
Curiouser and curiouser...
Most of the time, these days, My dreams are visually blank to Me and only the e(nergy)motional resonance is observable...the very interactive dreams I had stopped about the time the underground lost proximity with Us.
"I always remember My dreams." That was true until, I the morning I said that phrase to an Opera Singer.
What I woke with, was a differing innerviewing similar to what I had, but no longer would the visuals come regularly.
What I woke with, was a differing innerviewing similar to what I had, but no longer would the visuals come regularly.
...Lucid dreaming and InnerTV were creative responses to the pressures I had as a young body...
I was actually very relieved that the visual connection to the dream state had become a blank spot...I finally got eyelids to sleep with.
I was actually very relieved that the visual connection to the dream state had become a blank spot...I finally got eyelids to sleep with.
One of the most confusing 'alternate' or popped-culture things I was shocked-by when I entered more view of society was: How Lucid Dreaming was supposedly something rare and worked-for...
I was like: What the Ffffffff
Sooo...why "The Sun Also Rises" was the cue from where-ever and what-ever I was doing is not visually cuable for sharing...which is probably for the best...I hate lying and I am terrible at it
and there's a 'War'-on at some levels.
Clearly, to Me: a sharing on/of My InnerTV that pertains to Hemingway is needful to the Kin...never heard of the iceberg theory...I undereducated on Hemmingway...
The first person to offer Me a loan of His work was Joyce, Grandpa Antloger's 2nd Wife, it was "For Whom the Bell Tolls" and I was 15. Her intent was share a romantic treasured tome...I was far from romantic, and I literally threw that book
It would be a couple years later that Anyone would speak-to-Me about Hemingway, that's when Stone asked: 'What do You think of Hemingway'...
So, I told Him about throwing the book and how I was more 'into Steinbeck'...He wasn't an assigned teacher of mine
So, I told Him about throwing the book
and how I was more 'into Steinbeck'...He wasn't an assigned teacher of mine
His face fell. He took a rebuffed stance in His body, and I squinted wondering why He cared so much 
I wasn't a 'cool kid' that secretly knew Who's family was whose and whatnot...which actually kept Me equitable/honest toward Folks.
To be fair: It wasn't Hemingway's fault I threw that book! It was My aversion to War, and the lack-of romantic naiveté after certain attacks that created the reflex of tossing that book with relish but not intent to destroy the book.
Stone and I had that conversation at My 3rd high school: Allderdice High or Tayler Allderdice...however, the Kids call-it these days Most gorgeous school building of the 3:
Knowing now where some of the older buildings originated from, it is reassuring that I should vibe so well to Them...the buildings of Pittsburgh called-to-Me, as-much-as My Mother's Family being from here did...
The main reason I could have a look like that on My face taking a picture like-that for Dice in '99 was I was watchin InnerTV and listening to else...
It would probably be helpful to share that 'Inner'TV is partly a misleading name...It becomes an overlay for the 'outer' World after the reflex builds over the years...That's what googleglass and such are lamely(imo) replicating, actually.
Fittingly, as He was quite smart and caring Stone became My first and brief: Mentor after He retired from Dice in 98. Lost touch, but I send Love to Him wherever His Energetic-Self is being...
Learning from Him was vital and so it was very kind of Him to approach Me outside the Barnes and Nobles in Squirrel Hill...used to walk from Greenfield and go laugh at titles in the pop-psychology section, just the titles were giggle fuel.
Stone had a melodic quality, gravitas...My best friend Anna who also met Him and Carol, described the personal exchange They had as entering His world, and very impressive. I asked interuptive questions, I'm sure I came-off dumb-as-hell
And I was...dumbed to fuller focus on Folks, due to innerjoying else right-in there Faces...
Any of U..s that are gladdened by My joining in connective Society more, should Thank all the Kin for finally becoming more enlivened than My InnerTV...It and I am a tirbute to U..s.
Healthy inner-visuals are a pleasing cross-referencing capability...can be considered transmutational, but is more an occurance in such process with other intandem happenings.
Inner-Induction...or inner-summoning?...both not the regular focus offered in a broad popped-culture way...at least by My perspective. It's weird putting a reflex into word, even with innate practice of the reflex...frickin' words, man
Owhhhh...man...that sense is why I don't understand some of the talk around Portals...I always come to thoughts like: What's not portalling?
Don't Folks see the layers?
..and if Lucid Dreaming is scarce, how scarce is InnerTV? Just how F-ed Rwe?
The Stone's gave and loaned Me books, Carol's instinct was protective...which is why before I became transient again, I burned a couple of Them as to not let the profain dangerous Kin around Me have Them. Your welcome, it was fair exchange...
...even though, Carol treated Me as little more than a dullard...I give fair-trade. Can't blame Her, like I said: I was dumbed to-for U..s.
Love to You: Carol! This was near and at time of that needful doing, it was a noble funeral moment to Me...I cried to have to do so, very had, but I had to leave with what I could carry to do best...
*That picture taking was done by Me, with a timer, and the dress I had made for My birthday...designed Myself with simple meaning...the old farmhouse sat amoung very old pines, and owls would visit and call sequence as I fell asleep sometimes.
InnerTV, back from the Farmhouse: There were critter-kin, living under the house...One night there was scuffle at the back entrance of the house and I listened to the most intense battle I'd ever heard...
It felt like forever, listening to the grapple, and hearing the one-critter-kin give It's life...I had a funeral for the little one and stacked Them high with pine-needles...later I made this to create something more from the extreme happening...
