So yeah, this has been me the past few days. Feeling hermity. I spent the last two days in retreat, since Sweetie was working and I had the house to myself. I felt all ready to face the world this morning and right now I just feel…. tired.
No awesome entry today, poop. I was going to write about Sid & Nancy too. Damn, you’ll just have to wait for that one, won’t you?
You know what else makes me tired? Atlantis. It just makes me tired. I don’t know why this topic just keeps coming up lately. I was having this automatic writing conversation and heard, “Look at your pen.”
It said “Atlantis” on the side. Evidently, Bic has a line of “Atlantis” pens. Haw, haw.
I purchased an e-copy of Edgar Cayce’s Atlantis readings, and I can only read a few pages at a time before I start to feel so heavy and just… depressed. I’ve re-listened to Christopher Reburn’s podcast with guest Nanari, a woman cognisant of her Lemuiran lives. I filled my little ipod with all things Atlantean, trying to get to the bottom of something I can’t articulate.
I wondered over the weekend about the topics I’ve been exploring too, how heavy they feel. Sid, another rock-star on the other side crashed and burned in the flames of a heroin addiction. Talking to Sid, he’s such a likeable guy. Damn he has some funny stories! Inevitably I’ll have to contrast his personality (as he presents to me) with John and Kurt.
As I struggle with sugar / flour addiction, approaching my “hardcore three-month cleanse” starting date of June 1, I think about how this unhealthy diet of mine might kill me over several decades. How much worse would cravings for herion be, a substance so addictive and destructive it has killed people in a year?
Oh well, another day, another entry. Not today. Today, I’m going home, going to meditate, going to bed early.