Small step for Dog, Giant leap for Photographer

This is Athena's Best Friend, Gracie. She lives next door. She's only a one-year old, so she's got alot of spunk. She's also made an excellent subject for the Quick Shutter feature on my digital camera. Believe me, in order to capture these four incredible shots I had to take about 50 shots that I will delete as junk. In some of them there isn't even a dog in the picture! But just look at the way the flying sand is captured at her feet. And the way her tongue is bouncing around. She's a happy dog. And now that I've mastered both the shutter and how to make these multishot pages, I'm going to be having a lot more fun. Shutterbugs Unite!!

Sky

I am of the sky
swirled by clouds
cracked by lightning
never am I still
forvever clashes
hot passion
cold reason
I release my thunder
and the bolts rip assunder
leaving only broken eddies
that fall floating
over ocean
sleeping
in the light
of the dying sun
until I rise again
embattled.

Climbing Back Out

My inner life is so huge that I oftentimes get lost inside. I will go into a trance without warning and enter into communication. My husband thinks this is my biggest flaw. He literally has to go "Grant. Grant! GRANT!" to snap back to my senses. If my plane crashed while I was in a trance it could take several seconds before I realized something was wrong. Check this out. If you ask me a question while I'm in a trance I will hold up my finger and within a few seconds answer your question then go back into a trance. In my head it feels like the question is placed into some kind of que that is systematically running through my head. When the question reaches the top of the que, I answer it and then the que continues processing the trance information. It can take a long time for a peace of information to be transfered and even then it can be garbled. Imagine if I take a photograph and must deliver it pixel by pixel. To hear the spirit is much the same. Spirits communicate information an entire idea at once, but because we are linear, it must be converted to a linear progression. This progression is called Sequence, and it is an incredible thing. Both Mathematics and Numerology look at dimensions of Sequence. Okay, now with the photograph the photograph above, its easy to achieve a perfect Sequence. You simply start at the top and read off the information one pixel at a time. But what if anywhere you touched on the photo would pop up information about that place, and what if it wasn't a photograph, but instead a spinning globe. Now, we have hundreds of dimensions of information all clumped to together into one massive idea. How do you get that into a linear time stream? Well sometimes you just can't. When spirit does this, a huge amount of information is packed into your subconscious in a single moment. You have to chew on it, stretch it out and examine it for a while before your linear mind can make that leap into nonlinear thinking and bring meanin to the communication. Eventually it takes less and less time for your subconscious to translate the meaning, and soon enough, you'll be in realtime conversation with the otherside. See, humans and many other animals have a built-in pattern recognition system for handling non-linear pattern information. It allows us to look at a pair of scissors and go "Oh look, scissors, how nice," instead of saying "Oh look, two blades with handles held together with a bolt, how nice." Amazing pattern recognition abilities have been demonstrated by a number of idiot savants, which suggests that whatever is impeding their cognitive skills is not impeding their pattern recogniton skills. Jung's work is nothing less than a best insightful look at the natural patterns stored in human subconscious. The Tarot functions by means of our pattern recognition abilities. In this case we are seeing a pattern of symbols, which the medium translates into a linear spoken message. When I first started reading the Tarot, I was amazing. Apparently, I had a kick-ass pattern recognizer. Then something happened. The more I used the cards, the more the patterns were laid in, but something wasn't right and my abilities with the Tarot waned. I still could read the cards, but it wasn't the same. Later on I would learn that the pattern forming in my mind had missing pieces and I would not get that missing piece until I learned the Tree of Life. After that, I not only returned to my former ability but in time increased to a higher plateau. This new arrangement was heralded by the blasting open of my third eye. I had visions, extra information, the whole nine yards, every time I looked at anyone. Fortunately, as with so many of my strange spiritual adventures, the effect was temporary and I regained control of my third eye in about six weeks. I promised I wouldn't give evidence, but as I go along I would like to thank those people who shared the particular dimension of my life that I'm talking about. In this case, I'd like to thank Jasmine. She let me see a kangaroo in basket of popcorn kernels. And I'd never been to Australia before.
When I have experiences like the one the Third Eye expansion, I oftentimes have a feeling that I"ve fallen into Spirit. I certainly had no idea at the time of these events, but now today, I'm climbing back out of Jux. To be Jux, to carry him, and finally to birth him, took me very far inside myself. I have spent many hours in trance at first I intermingled with my other incarnations, inspiring them, sometimes even forcing them to do whats right. I'm pretty human for a holy person. When I first had the power to intermingle with the incarnations I would actually find my enemies in my other lives and balance the karma myself. This was a very naughty thing to do. It created karmic repercussion which I would later have to clean up. But with sometimes gentle and othertimes brutal lessons created by my spirit guides, I would learn how to eliminate strands of karma. I learned that if I could stop a single karmic moment, it would not rippleout amongst my incarnations and those of the people around me. If we weren't so close to the end of time I would never have been able to develop these abilities. For the purpose of my life, the Jux experience has moved beyond me, but I am still here climbing back out of the deepness of spirit within me. I look forward to being more in this world. I especially want to intermingle with my husband, Robert, whom I will legally marry this year on Nov 16th, our 10th Anniversary. He has been very patient with his spaced-out husband, handling the matters of this world while I was in the other. Happy to be climbing back out -- Grant.

The Universal Council, a parable

One upon a time, the spirit looked out across itself and saw its myriad forms and was delighted, and decided that it would be a blessing if the Universe could know itself as Spirit knows it and thus share in the delight of its myriad forms. So the spirit called for a council, one representive for every one of the myriad forms, some were animal, some plant, some celestial objects, galazies, grains of sand, badgers, everything. But the Myriad forms could not talk to each other, could not understand each other, the blue whale and the amoeba had no common ground. So a form was created, a perfect universal form, and all members of the council assumed the new form, each bringing their own unique spirit to the form. The form selected is the human form, we are the council members, each with a catagorically unique spirit. For this reason, what is good for one human is not good for another, for each human must ultimately conform to its unique spiritual nature. For us there can be no all-encompassing spiritual truth. We are each far more unique and differently shaped in spirit than we could ever imagine.

The principle in this parable has become a guiding truth in life and in my practices as a teacher. As I have taught and initiated students, I am driven by an undertstanding that the student will find her divine nature and I will be there to witness it. That is all the motivation I need. As they walk down their path they will take routes I could never have gone. If in spirit I am a moon, and she is a peacock, all the work, the headache, and frustration of the spiritual curriculum is washed away in the glory of her true unique divinity. With this blog, I am trying to show you what I am inside, my unique spirit. Believe me, I could never have imagined what has happened. It sounds unbelieaveable, but every time I show doubt, I am proven wrong. And though I am unique, I still hold out hope that there might be others similar to me, like a similar species. So far I havn't found anyone. And as hard as it is for me to even talk about these events, I never imagined that I would be blogging this information. This story is about what life is like now that I am no longer linear. The end of time has already happened to me. It was born in me as Jux and has outgrown me. Now Jux is an organ in my higher body, well from the linear point of view his ascension hasn't happened yet. It happens in the future, but it changed me now. The story I will tell is about how some very strange things started happening to me. Things that I brought upon myself. Things that would ultimately drive me insane, nearly kill me, places and ways of thinking that were beyond my knowledge but are now the bread and butter of my life. These things I brought (will bring) upon myself. But if my story can help someone to understand whats happening to them. What it means to lose time prior to its actual end. I have delayed because I thought it would last forever, but now that Jux has grown too big for me carry, a great weight has been lifted from me, and I must tell you what happened. It is a drive inside me. It is the reason that I was changed prematurely on order to try to help you prepare.

Okay so here's a bit of practical knowlege that could help anyone in the next Age. I see 9 colors. A year ago, it was only 8, and of course, like everyone else, I was born seeing only seven. But now I see 9. The new colors are two-dimensional. Unlike the spectrum colors, the new colors are multidimensional, which means that it displays more than one color and an interaction between the two colors, I don't have a word for it, but "behaviour" is good enough. The first color I see is Grink, which I started seeing before I even hit puberty, but did not identify as a color until my twenties. It is a mixture of lime gree and hot pink, it has a kind of jagged behaviour like the flicker of a flame or a depiction of a radio wave. It shimmers over everything. Sometimes it turns a little blue and a little orange, but that means the energy in the area is screwed up -- emotionally. The behaviour of the grink responds to our emotions. Well that's all for today. Anyone out there seeing grink, or perhaps something else? Blessed Be.

Jux

Wow. Everyday it gets a little more difficult for me to wrap my head around Jux, but I will chisel away at it abit. If things were linear I would say that this is a long story, but since things are definately not linear, its better that I say this story has a lot of dimensions, or maybe facets of a jewel, or like the intertwining strands of celtic knotwork, yes, many dimensions. I am Jux, from one point of view. We are Jux, from another point of view, (and by we, I don't mean any of you.) So here's the bottom-line, flatest, most-concrete story (dimension) that I can tell about Jux.

How I got the name: Jux.

Ah hmm. In my evolution as a Witch, I came to a place where I shed my pagan name and deliberately chose to be the Wizard Grant Sterling Davis. I used the word Wizard simply to mean a male-witch, (Okay, the word "Wizard is multi-dimensional", so I had to define which dimension I was refering to. Okay, enough metablogging. shhh. No I will not define metablogging! Because then I would be metametablogging and that's just outragious! shhh.) I also call myself a Witch when it suits me, or a Priest, or just to screw with them a Witchpriest, or Witch-Priest. Normally go by Space Captain Grant. "Space Cadet" just wasn't encompassing the totality of my oneness with the great dark jello of space. Yes its made of jello, but that's for another blog.

Then one day they said "You are Jux." And that's how I got my name. The End. okay, here's a bit more....

I had never asked them for my name. I have for a long time understood that my vibe is low like a subwoofer, and that while I can harmonize with the celestial, if I make too much direct contact, I will ulitimately burn out my physical body. So when they told me that -- and I felt the weight of truth come down on me like the hammer of thor -- I didn't want to tell anyone. I was like no, I've taken my oath and -- "You are Jux" But I can't be Jux. See I knew what Jux means. It means near or close in latin. While to you that could mean anything, to me it was referring to an ability that I had been actively fostering. Before that day I'd just say things like, "I Intermingle," and the work is fulfilling. When I read cards I intermingle with my client. When in Nature I intermingle with a moss or a bee. I used to say "commune with nature" but what I do is different. Not only do I experience the subject of my intermingling, the subject experiences me. The first time it happened I was with moss in a park in Springfield. I've always loved moss, saw moss gardens in Japan, and that just deepened my appreciation of the little green furry guys. Being moss was so cool, but as we separated the moss expressed its gratitude for the experience -- it had been experiencing me while I experienced it. It was a breakthrough that changed everything. When at full attention and energized, I can throw out hundreds of connections a minute, which were normally connecting to the people around me. Transitioning into my fully-formed, billion+ strands of Intermingling, had made me frightened of people and I was practically a shut in for over a year. I heard too much. After the moss things started to change. Strands kept forming but now I could hear nature and which helped me to feel more at ease with people. Then one day I made first contact with one of my other incarnations, and boom everything changed again. Eventually I would learn that that they weren't reincarnations; they were simultaneous incarnations, happening concurrent to my own. From my(our) point of view, we were(I was) all born simultaneously, a few more than a thousand of us were born from the spirit, and we are all 39 years old, living lives in different space-times or dead already, and we are all me, and I am only a small part of us. Tiny as I am, I set about my new mission, I was going to eliminate as much karma from the timeline as I could by manipulating the flow between incarnations and also by confronting and neutralizing the bad karma that I generate. I had many deep space adventures intermingling with Jux, helping us to work together. But when they said "You are Jux," it meant that I am the center, I was born to be Jux, to walk through my life experiences and for the first time I could see that other incarnations had learned what I could do and that they too were systematically linking us all together in a totally new way, a non-linear way. My life was no longer 39 years; it was 39 times 1000. With so much to explore and so many changes happening so rapidly, entire chains of karma were being eliminated, my connections began to move. The past was no longer a constant, held in place by the game of karma, and the cycles of reincarnation. The past was moving. One day recently, I looked inside myself and I found a fire storm inside me, my connections were now causing so many changes all over the timeline that the whole thing just seemed to break free and begin to move faster and faster. . . .

Well, that's all for today. Again, this is just the explanation of how I got the name. It took me all this time and concentration just to explain why I almost crapped my pants when they said that I was Jux. If the details are hazy its because there are events in which effect precedes the cause, and there are other stories to be told. There are things that I will do in the future that have already affected my past. I just wanted to try and place things in some kind of context. Blessed Be.

BFE

This is a picture of BFE. My home is there, actually taking up most of the picture. Well, actually we live on the left side which is half out of the frame, but anyway. If you've never actually seen BFE with your own eyes, well, now you've got a photo of it. Try staring at it for more than a minute. Try. Yah can't do it, I tell ya, because its BFE. Even though the fact of the matter is that its completely illegal to do BF in E. Oh yes those E's don't like BF or BFers or especial BFing tourists. Now don't blame them. Its not their fault that we make them want to BFE. We shave our legs. E women don't shave anything - they should, but they don't. I once embarrassed myself while in E. I said to my E friend "Your pet monkey is lovely in that dress." Well how was I to know. I thought, well, maybe men are allowed to marry monkeys in E. It was an outrageous situation. You can BFE an E in six positions (thank you), but call his wife a monkey and you're out the door. I held his legs up for goodness sakes. And he was dry and sandy and putting his feet on my shoulders was like wearing cowpatty-earings. And you spit in your hand, and the desert just blows it away. We almost had to borrow some spit from his camel. Well my little patch of BFE isn't nearly as unfriendly as the real E, where tragically, BFing is not allowed. But we have to face the awful truth. There is no BFE. All those hungry Bs in E are starving. Starving, I tell you! Well, there is the one guy with the monkey-wife. His B is six positions of happy. So I shout to you E. I shout to you like a crazy person "There is BFE! There is BFE every day! But its a family secret so, no names." We love you and good night.

P.S. We're going to move out of BFE, which is actually in SLO, with our sights aimed for SF. There isn't a third letter. This joke doesn't work with only two. I could say something like SFCA! What? Are you a moron? Thats four letters. Well, we could see it like three plus a little extra. No, we can't. Well gosh durn it what do you want.? XYZ?! PDQ?! They're taken! And it aint my fault San Francisco, yeah, that's right, I said it, and I'll say it again. It ain't my fault that SAN-FRAN-CIS-CO only has two letters and your not so funny jackass. Hey, If I renamed my B to be E, would there be BFE. Yep and EFE too. Wow. So you think its the sand? Yep, sand and BFing were never good friends. Ya know thats also true at the beach. Hey yeah, and that never stopped me. We should send them help. They are obviously in need of spit. That camel joke is so true, ya know, almost and stuff. Could we collect spit and send it to E in order to help them BFE No my friend, sadly no. We need to save all our spit for SF!. What's this bad punctuation day or what. I gave SF an !, so now it has three letters. Thats so dumb. How do you say "!". Really, I want to know. Do you do a dance or maybe pee your pants a little. It looks like a penis. Okay you win! SF! No I'm afriad its still not right. Wait,I have it. SF!! San Francisco with two happy penises just hanging out together. They are so close they could rub together. Wow that's really gay. Okay so what have we achieved in the this little PS. BFSF!! That's totally happening right now. BFSF!! It has six letters, two of which have questionable pronunciation. Maybe those ! are like the happy sounds you make when you BFSF!! Thats good, happy sounds. How come your PS is as long as your Blog! I thought you wanted a big blog tonight. Well then you misheard me. Good night. BFSF!!

When winds are over a hundred miles an hour on a daily basis, and grass grows sideways along the ground, your pyramid will not blow down.

This direct quote from my last blog is just one example of the strange guy in my mirror. But just the other day, I was making innocent commentary on the horror stricken face of a Jurassic Park actress when I said "I think my body just absorbed my tampon." We laughed so hard I was warned not to speak in case I should induce death by laughter during the horror movie. I don't know why I say these things. Or why I have a terrible habit of getting a person in a dark strange place near the woods (usually still in a car) and then just as natural as asking for the butter, I point out to the dark and say "Look, there's Bigfoot." The scream is rich, the realization that there is in fact no Bigfoot is juicey, but the pee, okay sometimes there's pee and some hitting, man people hate that joke. Well so, if you should foolishly allow me to hypnotise you, I will condition you to strip naked whenever you hear the words "Let us Pray." Also, I confessed to my friend Nina yesterday that if I were a sniper I would hang out at golf courses. (WaWaWhat?) yeah, I'd shoot the golf balls off the tees, you know, right at that sweetspot when he's too far into the swing to stop but so that there is absolutely nothing left of golfball when his club passes through. While this is funny in theory. The even funnier reality is that who cares about the ball. The sound of a gun shot causes golfers to spasm uncontrollably which I would just love to catch on film; moments this funny are so precious.

We left Eden because of Kudzu

Sure Eden was a paradise but it was only about the size of Rhode Island, and after awhile, you just want more than that, for example iceplant. It doesn't grow in Rhode Island or Missouri and not even a spot of it in Australia, and it didn't grow in Eden. Its not in the bible at all. Aloe was known in Egypt, a close relative of the iceplant, but I digress. I have a lot of friends out in the world who have never seen this flower, the blossom of the iceplant. For some of you, this is your first introduction to this plant. Here its been all this time, expressing itself, silently being iceplant. I would have never known. Its not like its advertised --"California: We've got great Iceplant!" In fact some people consider it a noxious weed that overruns everything, kinda like kudzu. Anyone here not know kudzu, the tree killer? What about the seaweed called catale? The demon plant catale looks great in fishtanks but damn what a huge ecological disaster. But that's what happens when you take the secret of creation and monkey around with it. iceplant is used to prevent fires so its proliferation throughout california is the result of home construction and the landscaping that comes with it. Kudzu only grows about a foot tall -- in Japan. Throughout the South (that's the American South, we're we say things like "ya'll" and "fixin' to") beloved kudzu grows a foot a day! It overruns entire forests, covers fields, houses, tears down powerlines. Every monday on the way to school, the bus would have to break through the kudzu that had grown across the road over the weekend. If you live in rural Tennessee and you go on vacation for a week, you ask the neighbors to feed your pets and to fight off the kudzu. Sometimes it happens the other way around as the kudzu will grow right over a sleeping pet. "The kudzu's got Skeeter! Git the axe! The kudzu's got the axe, Pa! Then git my shotgun from the truck. Damn you, kudzu, you ain't gittin' my lucky truck! I made three my kids in that truck!!" So ends our tragic story of Pa and the Kudzu and the Love Truck. At least the iceplant is pretty when it blooms. Those other disasters I mentioned aren't nearly as charming, and check this out. If we don't stop overfishing, the oceans are going to fill with jellyfish. Yep jelly populations are booming. Unlike the French, who are apparently going extinct. What's that you say, those damn snooty hard-butter eating, mayonaise smeering, and who needs a loaf of bread that long anyway, you say the French are going extinct. That's right. The French are paying their women to get pregnant. Look it up. But perhaps they deserve extinction. They released the mutant catale into the mediterranean. Sure it was "invented" by the Germans, and now countless ecosystems are doomed because of it. But it was the stupid French Oceanographic Institute, which sits on a cliff right over the mediterranean, that made the mess. That's right the biggest catale infestation, is right under the people who are supposed to be protecting the oceans? The stuff doesn't even need to mate in order to reproduce. Its all male. When bits of it break off, they just keep growing and spreading, so you can't pull the stuff out, you're just helping it to breed. What a fine mess, and the only creature that will eat the stuff is a tiny little yellow sea slug. So should we release the slugs? Yes? No? Lets argue about for a few more years and maybe we can save the atlantic, because the mediterranean is already doomed. Isn't this fascinating or would you rather go back to Eden and unbite the apple. Perhaps then we wouldn't have killed off the Dodo, which will ultimately spell doom for the creatures of Madagascar since the forest itself can no longer produce any trees. No Dodo means no trees. If a dodo doesn't swallow the coconut sized seeds of the Madagascar Forest, the husk isn't scraped off in the Dodo's digestive system and the seed inside can't break out. The only solution is for us to take over the job. Would someone invent a husk removal machine please, so that Madagascars funny creatures won't all die from deforestation!!! There are some people who would point to all these things and demand that humans stop all the activities that have created this problem. TOOOOOO LATE. We can't stop. We simply must continue. We must engineer the trees of Madagascar to have a thinner husk. Release the snails, by god, release them now before its too late. The fish are being replaced by jelly fish and I don't think another ice age will solve this problem a second time. These jellies evolved from the only jellies to have survived the last one. Like we're going to have an ice age anyway! ha! Buy icy tundra now so you'll have somewhere to live tomorrow. If you live along the mississippi river, around the great lakes, or on the east coast, good bye my friends. Goodbye florida. Oh, and yous-guys from the upper east coast who hate how the leafers come up every fall. No more worries. The New Yorkers won't be coming, because you'll all be dead and underwater. That's right. When Greenland thaws out, everything from Boston on up is going to sink. bye bye. That's right. Forget about earthquakes. hahaha. Try this one on for size: "The World Flood II; Where's the Damn Ark!" Buy a rubber raft people!! At our house we've decide that in 2012 we're just going to start wearing our wetsuits under our regular clothes. Wet. Wet. Wet. That's the forecast. Just wait until the Sahara starts getting rain. Talk about changes overnight. Rivers will cut through the sand in the morning and be blown away in the wind by sunset. We're talk billions of tons of sand. Is there enough sand to fill the entire Red Sea? Or something smaller like the Nile? We'll soon find. Entire cities will be buried -- and some old ones will be uncovered. Why did the Mayan's disappear? The weather!! Do you want to know what's really cool about pyramids. When winds are over a hundred miles an hour on a daily basis and grass grows sideways along the ground, your pyramid will not blow down. Just ask the Atlanteans. Hellacious Wind was no problem. Continental plate sinks, no more Atlantis. Good bye Japan. We will miss you dearly. I'm sorry but your islands are on a subduction zone which means they are destined eventually to be crushed under the Asian plate. Those little earthquakes you feel 362 days of the year are nature's little way of saying "Run. Now! Stop playing golf on Wii and Run for your lives! Being able to predict which way an earthquake is heading by the way it jiggles your fat tofu ass is not a TALENT. Wait a minute, fat floats. Eat your Tofu, kids! The skinny ones will sink the fastest! Alright skinny japanese kids, don't tell tofu-butt, but here's the real plan. You guys swim to china, while the sharks take out their revenge on the fat bastards who ate too much sushi thus depopulating the Sea of Japan. And Sumo wrestlers, shark food or flotation devices? And what is the ettiquette for using a Sumo wrestler as a raft. I mean what if the only seat left on the Sumo is the "lumpy" seat. Hmm, that might just be a princess and the pea scenario. Anyway, I would christen my Sumo rescue vehicle "Doom Bubbles." I know its all so horrible, so horrible its funny. Well at leat I find it funny. The end of the world. Now look at the iceplant. So pretty. So bright and colorful. DOOOM! CATALE! DOOOM! KUDZU!! DOOOOOM! In my last dying breath I call out "ICEPLANT!" Are you scared yet. Yeah, me neither. Remember that Africanized Honeybee scare. They were so wrong about that. Wait, just one second. That's right. I didn't make that prediction. Scientists did. That's just hilarious. Scientists making predictions. They should leave the prediction business to us psychics. I bet most of those idiots don't even own wetsuits. IQ? what IQ? "Hi, I'm a genius but I never learned to swim....blub blub blub. I know particle physics but I'm too stupid to keep even one container of bottled water in my house." Can't we just give france to the japanese? The world will be happier. Well I would. Imagine it, going to france and the people actually being polite, even nice. Wow. And if we could just move the french to the japanese islands. they sink instead. two birds with one stone. I think I found my new happy place. lalala sploosh.

My Favorite Spell

Everyone, this is Katie. In theory, she is a cat. I can't make any guarantees because her existance is the result of witchcraft. Its true. I cast a spell to create a black or grey cat named Hecate. I had to ask Bast for her form and Hecate for her name, but they happily consented and in short order, my priestess presented me with a kitten. It was a feral little beast with wild puffy fur and the cutest little hiss. As expected, she made an excellent companion for my familiar, Hex, a thirty-five pound black monster cat that scared away the cleaning lady and kept the dogs away from the waterdish through shear intimidation. As a matter of fact, I always introduced them as Hex and his cat, Katie. Yes, my cat had his own pet cat. I created her to be his companion. I figured who better to take care of a cat than another cat. He was good at it too. At first Hecate was completely terrified of Hex, but one day, when she dared walk right in front of him, he reached out with one paw and pinned her to the floor. Then he cleaned her for the first time, with gigantic swipes of the tongue that went from head to tail, and the puff ball became the sleek creature you see in the picture. For years she looked like some kind of strange martian cat with eyes too big for her head. It wasn't until after she was fixed that she really blossomed into the beauty she is now. But it makes sense in hindsight, Hecate being a crone goddess and all. Well, for a while I was worried about my craftsmanship. Okay, I thought, I created a really weird-looking cat. Is that what I look like as a cat? And she's prissy. Given a choice between the entire planet and her cat box, she will insist on using the box. We lost her in Las Vegas once, miles of sand in all directions, but she had to come back to her box to pee. Well anyway, I've cast hundreds of spells since the one that created Katie, but she remains my favorite by a long shot. I learned a powerful lesson from her creation. With the right motivation I could do anything. She had come into being not because I wanted to demonstrate my powers or because I wanted another cat. I created her because I was working long hours, had a busy social life, and Hex just wasn't getting enough attention. I still look at her and feel the deepest sense of awe and mystery. She has always been more than I expected. For example, she's a tabbie, a black tabbie with blacker stripes. I didn't ask for a tabbie, but they are my favorite kind of cat. I did however specify that she be black. The tabbie stripes are just one of the many details I didn't specify but were a delightful surprise. In fact there is so much to her that is beyond my comprehension, I wonder how I created her at all. But I did. I can't deny what I did any more than I can deny that she exists. The fact that she seems miraculous even to me has, in a way, become old news. The new news is that my husband Rob really wants a puppy. hehehe. How to make a puppy . . .

My Family

This is Rob and Athena, my hubby and our dog. They are the two most important people in my life. One of the reasons I married Rob was because he is good at family. I could see that he was a good father in the way he took care of his dog, Winston. We are about to have our ten-year anniversary together in this lifetime. We have been lovers, friends, family or enemies in more than 200 incarnations. This lifetime marks the 83rd incarnation that we have been married to each other. Right now, very few people can make that claim, but only because they don't know about their other incarnations. Nonetheless, if I was here only for my family, only for Rob and Athena and our other children both past and future, it would be enough for me to stay in this world. The fact that I have more family and more friends here with me is like icing on the cake. The reason I have blogged this somwhat obvious passage is because it is a good place to establish common ground. From this point on, everything I blog will only get weirder and weirder. But everyone can understand family. So when I say something that you hate or is completely contradictory to your world-view, you must concede that we are not so different. You must say, well, he loves his family just like we do. How different can he be? Imagine finding the first apple ever? As you munched away, would you think, someday everyone is going to be eating these? I have found something which I must share. Its a deceptively simple thing, like an apple, or the dao. And now that I have embraced it, it has consumed my spiritual life. Even as I am being reshaped by what I've found, I am aware that while I may be the only one eating the apple today, soon it will be as commonplace as water and fire. I have found the means to bring time to an end. I have already started the process. If my claim is just too crazy to be believed, remember, I'm not so different than you. I have a family that I love. As I reach out with this apple in my hand, I wonder if this is what eve must have felt like. She knew the apple would destroy Eden, just as I know my apple will destroy the world. I am only a messenger. My life revolves around my family.