i think a lot about Simultaneous. Simultaneous realities, Simultaneous selves. Because i want to understand the reality of Simultaneousness. Because i believe it to be real. It takes such a particular kind of Willingness for a particular kind of Openness. It's hard, still, for me to stay in that place.
i just now took the trash dumpster down the hill, down Carefree Way to it's place on Old Olive Highway. There is city pick up. We are on the farthest edge of this service. Every Monday. so...we are on the farthest edge of the municipality of Oroville California, USA. I looked up at the Hill. No one would imagine what goes on here. There's no sign of it, this reality. And from this reality, there is no sign of that other reality that is playing out day unto day. The noise of it. the senselessness of it, the cruelty of it, the incessant flood of illusion.
so....how do i live? How do i understand the simultaneousness of who we THOUght we were and who we are??????
Half, or close, to the human beings in this country are really ok with things that cause me such deep grief. And we all live here.
more and more i am thinking that it is a necessary point in time, where things will become so pointed, so stark, that something will happen...evolutionary, whatever that might mean. But something Big.
this Cloth is small, simple in compositional pieces. Today the branches of Tree began. It comes from the REALITY that all the while that the other Reality is playing out, there is one that is completely simultaneous that holds so Strong and so REAL, day unto day. The Sky, Trees, Growing of all manner of entities. It continues along side of all that other, of its own accord, true to its own Song. And though i watch all the Rest, i can still Stand with This. I can still ASK this to take me in enough so i can just go, holding my own simultaneousness.