BARDSQUILL:
only met a few
of my best friends, ain't life weird nowadays???
SEER:
Most definitely.
I adore the internet. We've got the akashic record/pattern while
sleeping, and the net while awake. I'm an info junkie, so I'm happy
as a clam. How are you doing?
BARDSQUILL:
stumblin around
here, junk all over, everything lost
SEER:
How so?
BARDSQUILL:
me waking up
SEER:
ah. I've
been up for a few hours. I've given up on a sleep schedule again.
BARDSQUILL:
Had an online friend
call me from Seattle. She claims she is Sheba reincarnate and that the earth
has been abandoned except for a few the rest are ghosts. I thought, interesting
idea! Had a lil chunk of the Great Pyramid, took it down to her at
meeting for lunch. Damn she was Miz Shaka Zulu in appearance, gave
her the pyramid piece, had lunch and she left, never heard from her again!!!!
BARDSQUILL:
I hope I'm not
guilty of vanishing the last human on earth, heh.
SEER:
?
BARDSQUILL:
well she took the
lil pyramid piece and said she would use it to ascend forever
BARDSQUILL:
guess she did,
no emails, no Internet Messages, Sheba Shaka Zulu is gone.
BARDSQUILL:
Guess I'm now the
last human on earth, everybody else ghosts she said.
BARDSQUILL:
So better look
in the mirror often, I do, heh
SEER:
I know a few humans.
One of them looks rather elven, but he's definitely human.
BARDSQUILL:
Sheba said that
on 9-11 everybody vanished
BARDSQUILL:
Pyramid activated,
everybody got zapped
BARDSQUILL:
I love ideas like
that, must be tweaked in th head.
BARDSQUILL:
Be a good novel
BARDSQUILL:
Folks stumbling
around, things getting strange and ethereal, final realization, we are not
here anymore, just echoes in time.
SEER:
On 9-11 I know
that my household as well as my 'family' got shifted to an alternate pattern
line. That may be what she is describing. Most people don't notice
when or if they jump line, but I'm willing to wager that you notice and that
she did also. It can be unnerving, because, in a sense everyone does
disappear.
BARDSQUILL:
YEA, SEEE!
BARDSQUILL:
Well after talking
to ol Sheba, nuthin looked the same since
BARDSQUILL:
Question for the
morn: If we ascended would we know it?
SEER:
Probably not. I
don't really worry about ascension or enlightenment.
SEER:
I figure if it
happens, it happens. I just worry about getting my job done.
SEER:
After that it's
all butter. :-)
BARDSQUILL:
Hmm, think I'll
write a short story, this reporting the news day after day hard on me, feel
like a parrot.
BARDSQUILL:
I'm putting all
the ORBIT archives to disc
BARDSQUILL:
Then I'm going
into dream-mode for awhile.
SEER:
Have an enjoyable
time :-) I don't know if I should sleep yet.
BARDSQUILL:
Will do it online
to share but the Muses pissed at me.
BARDSQUILL:
No, I mean
creative-mode=dream-mode
BARDSQUILL:
I'm awake now--I
think.
SEER:
Ah. Pardon.
:-)
BARDSQUILL:
second cup o java
going down the gullet
SEER:
Ooh. That
sounds like a good idea. I'm going to make some espresso here in a
minute. Thank you for reminding me. :-)
BARDSQUILL:
cigs, java, things
shaping into focus slowly.
SEER:
lol
SEER:
speaking of....
I'll be right back. I'm off to brave the freezing temps out front in
the eternal quest for nicotine. Back in five.
BARDSQUILL:
ok I'll be here
SEER:
hello again.
SEER:
I'm very excited
about moving out of this half horse town. I feel as though I'm in prison
and getting out in a little over a year. I miss living in an urban
environment.
BARDSQUILL:
trade ya
SEER:
Nope. I like
you. Couldn't do that to you.
BARDSQUILL:
My daughters dragged
my sorry butt into town
BARDSQUILL:
Before that I was
a hippy living in bliss in Redneck country.
BARDSQUILL:
for 23 years.
SEER:
I can deal with
an urban environment, and I can deal with a non-urban environment. Where
I'm living now takes the worst of both and combines them into some strange
and horrible combination.
SEER:
High rent, nothing
to do. It is horrid.
BARDSQUILL:
My farm in Fresno
was commune
BARDSQUILL:
Loved it.
BARDSQUILL:
We partied straight
for 20 years.
BARDSQUILL:
well not xactly
straight
SEER:
lol
BARDSQUILL:
Had hippies, musicians,
mad poets, Old Cowpokes, Bloody Mary wild aging Fem Grandma, kids, Indian
Medicine men.