Stone Circles

Nynke June 9th, 2006

… open a channel …
“This is Captain Fluffy Bunny from Mystery spaceship Mocking Bird.
We are on a peaceful mission.”

In “Debugging” Sessions Willem writes, “Nynke e-mailed me about the relevant use of a reaction. In case of an emergency, like seeing people in a burning car, careful deliberation is usually not the preferred choice of action, we can trust ourself / our memory telling us that rescuing the shocked people in the vehicle is the best choice.“

The full car story

The hairs on my crown prickled, and my body loaded up a tremendous amount of energy and awarenesses. Insisting voice of convergence …

Okay to go?

Okay.

I watched my body running for the singled out car with the smoke coming from under the hood.

My body was acting without me.

I could hear myself speak “Sir, you and your kids will have to come out of the car. Now, please.” Soft and relaxed, yet insistent with focused resonances. As if the sounds, not what I said, conveyed a whole story.

After the man behind the wheel focused on my voice, we looked at each other, connected, then moved together as One, each feeling where and what the other was doing, picking up kids and their connected bear, bunny and, after a nod from the man at my questioning look, a green and yellow fluffy dragon, and no silly stuff like other material belongings, then, he carrying two kids, and me carrying one kid, we ran away from the now more smoking car.

An audience had gathered to “catch us”. The man who had been behind the wheel turned to me and said with emphasis and some surprise at the end, “You had totally dark eyes?”
I remember suddenly feeling naked and replying, “No. My eyes can be grey, blue, green, light brownish, depending … Perhaps it was some kind of pupil dilation.”

I looked back at the highway. Four more accidents behind us and a traffic jam as far as I could see. No more smoke or other alarming signals.

I looked forward and since our car had been three cars behind the first set of cars when they kissed rather roughly, I saw our way clear around obstacles to an empty highway ahead. I got back in our car, and asked my still frozen boyfriend, “Can we get going?”

I remember suddenly doubting the whole thing as we drove off. I had behaved like a fool, again! Smoke doesn’t always mean fire, especially not when coming from under the hood of a car. I recall listening to voices from within, “harmless smoke would smell differently, more oily … it was the colors …”, when my boyfriend driving the car, flashed his eyes at the rear view mirror, nudged me, turned halfway in his seat, and looking back hisssed, “Jesus”. I turned to see what had brought him to his exclamation, and saw the car I had just helped empty itself, in flames.

My boyfriend named me a hero afterwards. That was and is confusing. I am not a hero. It wasn’t me. I know that for certain. I wasn’t controlling anything. That is not how “It” feels.

More on “It”

I remember being amazed at my body’s effectivity. With an unbelievable strength for my rather small body of around 50 kilo’s, I opened a by the accident crumpled car door stuck in a now wyrdly bent chassis. The door seemed to nearly fly off its hinges.

Time seemed different too. Simply non-existent. “It” is timeless and my memories of occasions of “It” always come with huge waves of vivid details that are easily recollectable. I will spare you from most of that “chaos”, for it saves me from having to find the words for “things” that can’t be worded that easily anyway. You gotta have experienced “It” before you can hear me, and if you have, you don’t need the words.

“It” feels powerful. All wheels temporarily separate and align to create a portal, with our consciousness sensing everything from a distant perspective. Another way of describing the distancing experience, is that we have jumped out of our body.

We can look at ourselves taking action and in all directions, dimensions, and worlds, we can hear ourselves speak, yet do not know where “It” comes from.

Far out philosopher

What if we take a God or Great Spirit perspective for/of “It”?

As God or Goddess we would not have a limited mind. There would be no boundaries, and we would know what is best for life on Earth. For all of life on Earth. Not only that. We would know for all stardust too. We would control both inner and outer world perfectly. We would be in control of the Althing.

This was so and will be infinitely so. It is for all time, and hence timeless. And all of our present plans are perfect too, for they were made by the One that Knows All. Imagine knowledge to be going round in circles, with the known on the inside and the unknown on the outside. The more we know, the more we know we don’t know. We can accept all, for everything in creation is enjoyed by the Alfather.

We wouldn’t want to change a single thing, now would we?

Mystery

And if “It” wants to use one of us to intervene on Earth, like when we see people sitting shocked in a smoking car just after an accident took place, we become action-able for wyrd ways.

This story happened many many years ago. Again, I am no hero. I believe the connection with “It” to be the greatest gift one can receive and pass on. Everything related to the car accident seems to have been engraved in my memory and the associated state is easily accessible by recollection. Pretty much like a “hotspot” in memory.

For “It” is the thing that my ego steps down easily for with great joy, so that my body can freely pass on whatever “It” is. My ego embraces and trusts ironic core. I have mystery by my side.

Our true power lies in being able to have our ego stand up and down, and in recognizing when to and when not to allow for dancing, in order to most effectively serve self, life, and others for a particular context and purpose.

Professionally, I dance for expanding (professional) optimism and I like dancing the five freedoms of Virginia Satir for organisational development.

Finite boundaries and true self

My reason for being on Earth is to enjoy finite boundaries and imperfections. If I were to try to make everything perfect, I am placing “It” in the apparent world, an “It” without boundaries, thereby deleting my reason for having come here in the first place. I prefer to dance local dances with local people. Each to their own ways, and choreographing the (w)hole dance together as much as possible, hopefully with awarenesses dancing of joy.

Thirteen

The tiny particles which form the vast universe are not tiny at all.
Neither is the vast universe vast.
These are notions of the mind, which is like a knife,
always chipping away at the Tao,
trying to render it graspable and manageable.

But that which is beyond form is ungraspable, and
that which is beyond knowing is unmanageable.
There is, however, this consolation:
She who lets go of the knife, will find the Tao at her fingertips.

– Unknown Teachings of Lao Tzu

If I play Goddess perspective, and write about what choreographies work for me in terms of universal-for-all, without context, every thing would be(come) perfect. Every body would be the same, stuck in Heaven on Earth as Agile Immortals, and the world would cease to exist for people having come to Earth to enjoy playing with finite boundaries. I’d have my head pretty much up my back-end. What (re)useful smells would I likely detect there?

Indeed.
My own cowshit.

And apparently I’m not alone relating to and
stabilizing a cultural portal.

From my partners in crime:
Marc’s “Bullshit 2.0″
Willem’s “Customer oriented architecture”

finite boundaries, mocking bird, mystery, philosopher

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