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Post by lizanne333 on May 15, 2005 8:42:55 GMT -5
Head Lowered before you Peter. I can't thank you enough for being a party to the continual deliverance of me to me, and me to you, and me to everybody, and everybody to me.
My love Lizanne
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Post by peter on May 18, 2005 8:05:42 GMT -5
The size and the density of the energetic field that surround Matia and Whitemantree enveloped blotter's feelings and sight. Although he had felt this level of awareness before, he had really never felt part of it before. Now, it was as if , as if.... He was contributing directly to to it. knowingly. And that was different!!!!
" You are blotter" You have come here on youre own. You are using the collected memory of youre lessons and practice to which you belong. to travel in a way you have always accepted as true." Matai's voice resonated in him and outside of him in such a connecting way, a tether came to mind but unrestricting , full of life potential..
"Matai?" blottter started to think
"How is it that Whitemantree is speaking with you as if there is no seperation?'
Matais voice carried direct knowing to blotters body..." Simple blotter, because there is none".
"And between you and I"? blotter thought as he worked at this connection
"Do you FEEL unconected or seperate"? said Matai. "NO, not at all. Im feeling as if Im giving without reserve, without loss, without question". "Is this really all there is to it"? blotter thought..
Matai's energy just expanded more and blotter felt a huge rushsurge of well being. "No blotter, this is not all. just another step in which we might exercise travel together"...
Blotter's eyes focusssed on the room he was in. He heard humble waking and thought to send a message to him . So, he did.
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Post by lizanne333 on May 18, 2005 9:03:19 GMT -5
Peter says:
Peter,
Thank-you!
Lizanne
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Post by peter on May 18, 2005 10:43:53 GMT -5
no worries l a
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Post by peter on May 19, 2005 12:37:27 GMT -5
It seemed it was the "Idea" of being in two different places at once that boggled blotter, not the doing it. "Well then" he chuckled, "I'll just accept it". "Soooooo much easier that way, at least for now". Blotter's attention seemed to be equally split between the knowing that he was in his house observing Humble and also watching Matia and Whitemantree expand their energetic field and contract it at will. He was literally seeing and feeling both events! " Cool"... he wanted to think but as soon as he formed the words he was completely back in his house near the front hole. ..... blotter started laughing as he remembered how aa and he had finally gotten to the point of not trying to talk but using their eyes and bodies to communicate . There ws something about talking that just upset the whole process."And here blotter goes and blows it again by trying to say a single word". " Dummy!!!!" but blotter knew not to be to hard on himself, after alll.... " I AM an otter!" blotter heard someone banging around inside and remembered humble
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Post by lizanne333 on May 19, 2005 12:50:22 GMT -5
To Peter:
Lizanne says:
"Well then" he chuckled, "I'll just accept it".
Oh Peter, Thank-you, and I knoooooooooowwwwwwww soooooooomuch, as you, and a great work has begun!
Love to you, and all of this Great Flock! Lizanne
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Post by peter on May 20, 2005 22:49:06 GMT -5
blotter was still knawing on that silly golf ball right up till the moment I threw him some Salmon...He looked up at me and said, " it was myyyyy fault you triple bogeyed on the 18th in front of all those people!!!!!! and i certainly didnt tell you to bet any fish on youre prowess , either... humpfffffff!!!!!!".. he's right of courrse... I think I'll have some salmon tooo!!!....
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Post by peter on May 23, 2005 7:30:07 GMT -5
" Is there something wrong woith the trees here?" blotter asked Ansel mo or is just that spring warmth hasnt reached that far up the mountain yet..?.. (Ran) as he likes to be called thought a moment as he looked first at the mountains and sky and then at his golf shot and thought about each and what they had to do with each other and blotter. That lead to him thinking about the grass and sky and how we make all these decessions and what to do about them..." Spring hasnt arrived yet, well at least not the heat , Its the same up at my riverpond , the well groomed beaver said as they started off the Tee and down the fairway. Blotter liked playing , scoootering and swimming around golf courses with his long time friend... They understoood eachother and in some ways although completely diffferent animals, they were the best of brothers, seemed like always. "Nice shot !" blotter laughed as he watched another ball sail into the water... Ansel mo glared at blotter and said" its suppossssssed to go over there where the FLAGGGGG is.... not over there so we can go swimming again!!!! ( he got mad sometimes when blotter would try to make him feel good about taking the game as it is and not what he wanted it to be... although they both could use alot of help finding those silly flagses...
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Post by lizanne333 on May 23, 2005 8:22:29 GMT -5
Ran said:,
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Funny, learning to dance inside of mistakes. All kinds of mistakes. Maybe mistakes are the golden gift of discovery here. Found on my cello the other day that when making a mistake, (making me stop), then proceeding slowly inside the mistake again and agin, opening before me was a whole new world of new pathways, and when I rediscovered this I reallized I was on a cutting edge of sooooo manyyyyy new/old pathways of uncharted terrain in space/time music and associated pictures.
And I was once told that chaos was a baddddd thing. That chaos was chaos, and I argued, again as usual, "No! Inside of chaos therein lie the seeds of order, and that would be NATURAL ORDER."
Those natural orders of things find there origination inside of and initially emanating out of chaos if you will just look.
Maybe if Ran allowed Blotter to go fishin' and swimmin', and he continued to the green, a little perplexed as he did not see his ball anywhere around, but when he picked up the pin, and found the ball in the cup, in the whole.! A whole in one. Hmmm a what? Yes, a whole in one!
Side note. Used to caddy for my dad EVERY Sat as a youngster allll 18 holes...my "reward", pa..pan..pant was a double-decker chocolate ice-cream cone!
but and then again, back to work, the work of letting it be.
I(Ran)
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Post by peter on May 26, 2005 6:16:02 GMT -5
As the walk swimglide of the afternoon went on between Ansel and blotter they fell into that easy silence that they knew of each other. It wasn't about the golf at all. Never was. Never will be. but. rather the common eyes in which they used to intuit the the holes, flags, fairways and drives of their lives.... " do you remember when you used to keep score by how many golf balls you lost?", AN asked. secretly blotter still did, and laughed!
"yes An, I remember."
"Do you remember when it took us 4 and a half days to playaround?"
An tapped the ground with pleasure at remembering the big rain storm that came when they were playing.(Big rains are an easy way to make sure no one else was on the course) "Yes, that was soooooo much fun...." I remember you complaining that if you had to drag another branch from the shore to the damm that you might as well BE a beaver"!...
"Im glad we were both their to help when it was needed". An thought
Blotter thought about the prayers that An had taught him and the reverence in which all beavers approched and honored their life force family, the Trees. Both blotter and An got quiet again as they were preparing to say goodbye again for awhile....
"you know .... we can get together more often " blotter thought An just smiled and sent his smile with a reminder that this was possible, but . they both knew that other paths needed tending too, so, they got together when they could... Blotter and An huggged for the brothers they were and whispered their thankprayers in a whisper with a promise to continue their part in this lovely play amongst this wonderous life Today as the rain falls, blotter thinks of aa and humble matai, pamalfi ( wonders where sheeeeeee is and how she is doing) since he will be In the outer banks shortly. he smiles for whitemantree and all the knowing left to feel. He washes his clubs and puts them away. for awhile.
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Post by peter on May 27, 2005 7:54:10 GMT -5
AS blotter dreamed in his other body he remembered the earthsky branches sweeping the air in a swirling patterns that blottter thought he should know... he kept heading towards the sound that drew him. a constant note. One long feeling of .. what? he knew it but didnt. it was so familar yet foriegn. alien. yet without the briefest hestitation he swimsailed on.....( didnt you know that it was Otters who first invented bodykiting???)
the sound stayed constant and strong as he felt the gentle suggestion " breathe the sound, blotter" "let it in you so thoroughly that there is only youre breathing. " "Dont be afraid"... aa gently guided blotter in this moment, again. It didn't matter that she was there at his side. all that mattered was that he remember with his body this action of breathing in the sound and letting it reside there so that it might lead him to a knowing that was is there for him..... This is why he came.
another act of learning . an exercise. a chance to claim his ottterness..... a romp in eternity
blotter stayed within himself as he let the most wonderous sound guide him on.
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Post by peter on May 28, 2005 11:18:55 GMT -5
The sound was something more than blotter had ever encountered. His only correlation was the energetic field he took part in with whitemantree and Matai... and for some reason he thought " oh , and the seedlings that are now spouting by the thousands he planted the other day near white tree....."
For some dream had been with him this morning. Sounds of cats and seeds finding life in the world.... funny , that... there was so much of a similarity.... he wondered about that while he watched the new rain clouds roll in. What was it about the dreamsound and the parrallel to this mornings connection.... No seperation? More than i can understand? More than i can remember or have? what?... A breeze just blew over him and put him in touch... ...Its more than i can KNOW. its part of the unknown which lies within the range of the unknowable..... Matais voice came to him .........."The worlds that we can travel in are VAST... and you will never know all of them, yet each contains an essence of All." "Try and remember that, when you start hearing the world." Its you starting to strengthen you ties to the greater world....."
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Post by ylo on May 28, 2005 12:07:13 GMT -5
peterpondering, thanx butiful! ylob
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Post by lizanne333 on May 29, 2005 11:00:54 GMT -5
peter said:
Thank-you Peter and all for what you have done for me, and that which I have been able to conceive of this vision you have delivered, that even for one such as me. I have been so priviledged. And I hope some day our paths will crossssssssss, looking forward, onward, and upward!
Lizanne
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Post by lizanne333 on May 29, 2005 11:34:16 GMT -5
Hello Falion:
I have discovered that I came from another realm, and possibly another/same flock, yet we are angels, (softly said, here), at least now I know I am. The more I heal, I suppose that the eyes of others will now reflect that back to me. Thank-you Grave, thank-you Falion, thanking the ALL.
-Lizanne
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