I am so happy. Life is a bounty beyond my conventional expectations. I put desires and intentions out to the universe and it has answered back in spades.

I have a travel companion who is my perfect partner, my soulmate. I can hardly believe it except that it really is happening. My partner is one of the most impressive people I’ve met and she is sexy as hell too.

The bottom line here? If you express your intentions to the universe strongly, and there are ways, you will be answered. I never expected to get an answer so fast but it seems that this is what is happening, right now. And this isn’t just an answer for me. My partner is also completely served by our relationship. We are fulfilling each other’s desires almost completely.

So what does this have to do with Steam Punk? Nothing really. I just liked the title.

You know, it baffles me, but I really do love my travelling companion deeply, and more than anyone else, with a clear hierarchy of preference and time allocations. Nevertheless I still love to know other women, other lovers. Not a lot of them, but some, definitely some. Why is this? How do I warrant the ego to do this in the face of the amazing love that my travelling companion gives me?

I don’t know. It is where I am right now. I think a lot has to do with the experiences I had with my last relationship, where I was “too clingy”. I took that to mean that I needed a Buddhist “diamond heart”, something that kept me connected with the larger world but without the attachments of conventional thinking. However, I can’t think of just chucking any relationship for my own path. I feel like I want to interact with the people in my relationships even after our closest times are over. I don’t want to abandon anyone.

And with that comes this incredible wonderful person from OK Cupid, who has filled my life with such joy and ecstacy. A person who is about the most satisfying person I’ve been with in more than 30 years.

I want her. I lust for her as much as I just crave her company and her conversation. I don’t want to question why I deserve her company, I am quite happy enough accepting what is happening. I give as she does; unreservedly.

OK, I’m blissing out now. Gotta go. We’re together again tomorrow afternoon. Yay!

Note: this is a repost of something I put out on the Burning Man BCWA mail group last week. Original stuff will follow. A lot of blessed things are happening in my life. But first a summary take on the Big Thing In the Desert...

Yep Burning Man sucked more this year than last. Yep there were too many of the wrong kind of people there. Yep, burning the man is a Disney event with no significance than it had in 1985, the year before the 1st one. Yep, the asshats are taking over.

But, all the stuff happening outside of the limelight was awesome; the unannounced, the unheralded, the word of mouth events. I had absinth that was over 100 years old. I got to talk with luminaries and influential thinkers from around the world and they were dressed sooooo weird. I had shamanic journeys, again with people I don't see most of the year in combinations that never happen outside of nation-wide events. I learned about myself with people who I see in the Pac NW often, but somehow in the desert our togetherness held a different significance. I found love, rejection, wisdom, and a fresh love for the universe.

Screw the man. Screw the mainstream events. I ignore the yahoos when I'm not Rangering. They pay my bills to a large extent. Because of them I can crap in a portapotty instead of a plastic bag and someone else hauls it off. Because of them I get free water on my treks (Rangering, remember?). Because of them I get shade all over the place and a medical staff to haul my butt off if a really screw up.

I like having this weirdo jamboree happening out in the desert. I will continue to convince the clueless to participate the next year. I will continue to chide and mock the clueless that I help out with lovingkindness so they learn their lessons with depth and awareness. I know for every 5 yahoos I see, at least 1 of them will return the next year a true participant.

I know this because I was talking with the person who runs one of the more successful small camps on the playa and she told me that 4-5 years ago she was the one who ran away to more interesting camps when her camp was packing and mooping. But for the last 3 years she's had her own camp and it just gets better. And she is a total wreck when she realizes that she finally has to leave the Playa. Once a yahoo, a damned fine LOOKING yahoo, but a yahoo nonetheless, and now she's a bastion of our culture. Whoda thunk it?

I'll keep resisting the Disneyfication of the event. I'll continue to be hard to the idiots of the playa while I continue to teach them to think with a semblance of intelligence. And others who I want to be with will continue to come. And we'll continue to have our own fun and events and stuff to do that has nothing to do with LEO, DPW, Rangers, the ORG, ESD, anyone but the people involved. And someday people will get tired of doing this format of nationwide craziness, after it drifts in its external manifestation to something none of us would recognize today. And we will come up with another scary, remote place to get together, and pick up where we left off.

Love to you all, you social misfits and crazies.