The Milkier Sections of the Galaxy

Beyond the edge of the solar system, Pluto and Charon disappear as cosmic eyes turn toward the milkier sections of the galaxy. Swimming through the expanse, idea bubbles occasionally present themselves. Through our discernment and discretion, we navigate the oscillating astral waters. Help is available and deadly enemies are lurking.

To speak with the dead, one simply has to have them in mind and go to sleep. Be prepared to receive them when they heed your call. Many disrupt the communion process because the mind rejects the situation thinking it doesn’t fit with reality. If we can accept the opportunity, there is so much excitement, that bursting with enthusiasm we can throw off the equilibrium of the more subtle environment. At best you might wake up and remember blowing it. Each time we facilitate the happening more effectively.

Drench yourself in the tradition of your four mothers and five fathers. Mountains still ring with the songs that were sung in the sixties. All the birds flew away when these children turned towards corporatism. God cried when many abused their children. Jehovah asked, "Why’d they wash off all of the mud?"

Poems have been written about the love of a woman and the passion involved with the search for truth. Haikus tell stories of frogs, plops and moments of silence. A variety of Tsu’s tell us a smattering of mixed messages involving war and the way. Zen masters clap one hand and then beat you almost to death because they love you so much.

Campfires in the evening send smoke up to the aurora tapestry of holy remembrance. Falling stars remind us to feel deep inside what we see far away. Aberrations all fit back into a standardized graph pattern with just a slight shift. Diving beneath the surface we see that we never reach the bottom. The sacred halls whisper that the true sailor never stops sailing.