January 16, 2008

• Song Of The Humpday Backed WAIL?

  
  I'm actually not in too much pain.   My upper left quadrant is numbish and kind of bothersome just hanging there,  my shoulder seems like I want to put a strap around it to hold it up,  if you can imagine what that feels like.  my left wrist feels as though it has a heavy bracelet around it.
  
  I am going to work.   The day off yesterday really helped,  lay on a heating pad,  one that automatically shuts off after one hour,  no longer,  about 3 times while listening to Guided Visualizations by Dr. Bernie Segal and by Lucia Hwong an by some other Guiding voice which led me to my special place.
  
  Yes, I have a special place, I'll admit it.   Most of the time it is on a remote island that no one knows is there,  except some one who was marooned there before me and had built a nice little house and had planted vegetable and marijuana gardens that had gone wild, along with some goats, cats and different things depending on the mood.  

  This place is inside the hidden and long overgrown crater of a volcano on a mountain on this island so even if pirates or anyone comes here they will never find me inside this football field,  overgrown, flower, vegetable garden of crater.  I found it quite by accident while searching a cave and falling through a slight cavern.   I can go and come as I please to the beach,  and there is of course a pool and stream of fresh water running through the crater.
  
  Hey,  this was supposed to be a secret place but I don't mind sharing.  
  
  This probably helps keep me alive and healthy.  
  
  In fact, I'm certain it does.
  
  This person has built a nice little cabin with a cot and the only thing is that at the beginning  I have to remove the skeleton of the person who had lived and died marooned on this island.
  
  Ok,  so now you know,  when I listen to this specific guided visualization,   the one that tells me to go to a special place,   and breathe deeply and shit until I fall peacefully asleep,  this then is the place I usually go.
  
  I at times,  lay naked on the beach in a circle of wild plants,  and never worry about skin cancer there either.
  
  If you create the special place you go before you die,  when you die,   I'll be very well off there because I've had a lot of practice.
  
  This is when I'm not going inside my body with a tiny laser gun and shooting hiv cells,  or basting my spine in healing hot honey....

  Or tapping on my chestbone to tell the little workers in my thymus gland to make more and more lymphocytes,  (or going in there and making them myself, as it is my goal is to remarkably raise my t-cells and amaze the Dr.s,   which I have done before)
  
  Now I have to have to face the real world and go to work.
  
  I like the urban environment too,  however it is a bit less personal and a lot less relaxing.  Not less relaxing in a bad way,  I guess just stimulating and, well,  the real world is just vibrating at a much stronger beat and it needs to be limited.  String theory abounds in Manhattan.
  
  
  Where is your special place,   what?  You don't have one one??? You need to get better control of your thoughts I preach!
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