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Well, no,  popcorn is an exploded vegetable. I think Nanner would have been more receptive if perhaps there had been mention of Baked Alaska. 

Then again there's that whole issue about "watching". I can't figure if it's vigilance or something salacious. I love a mystery.

Now, your comments in the rest of the post brought up something interesting.

Is it possible that spiritual self-development is actually automatic? When we consider that the human being has gone through a tremendous evolutionary panoply would it not seem that said development would almost be "hardwired" into the proceedings?

I am reminded of those teachings where the "doer" is mentioned. The doer seems almost sovereign to the human "host". This of course leads to problematic considerations where the host may be of no more importance than a diver's suit. Maybe things like identity, ego, will and the like are basically the suit thinking itself as doer.  Certainly makes for something to fathom as a strange mix of osmosis and mimicry.

Yes, the beloved desert, a wondeful place for transcendent experiences.


Desert

well put Lea. some come for short periods, others for longer, some you wish they'd leave, some you were sorry you forgot to say I love you. then the chance is gone.

it really did make an impact on us your posts did Desert. so glad you put it here. love, alysia

ps: maybe thats all we have, is to be able to touch each other in passing now and then.

I've been thinking about relationships since Desert started the topic, might be a good thing as I believe relationships are ongoing on the other side; can't just walk away from them just by dying! haha! was laffing because sometimes it feels so good to huff away..then another face may appear, same person, different body.

I remember my last relationship and I think of yours with R. she was playful that time with the flowers, with the mountain trip. I think she was being her real self for you, at that time because she felt safe enough with you, at least for that moment, and in her way, she was teaching you about yourself. that would be PUL expressing for both of you, the pureness of the moment. makes life worth living, produces a memory unforgettable.

the stuff poetry is made of.  I remember doing this with a fellow, because he was dang serious. He also had cancer, so good reason to be serious I suppose. I thought if I could get him in a playful mood, maybe it would be better than be depressed all the time and he might get healed, anything is possible in my mind. we were walking in a park and we came to a hill, I was late 40's he was 55 I think. old codgers I suppose to some.
when you're in love, you feel like 18 again. So I suggested we roll down the grassy hill like kids; wanting to free us of the heavy thoughts of the day.
he was slow to think about it, wondering what I was pulling on him now, but we both ended up rolling down the hill and burned into our memories one moment of freedom, in love.

thats what your story of R brought up for me. one of those special moments in love, and I remember I actually got him to smile there for a moment!

as far as what friends are, there was another special moment concerning that which made me fall in love with at the front, even though we would part the ways, like ships in the night, not all relationships were made to be lasting affairs.
I had been the one to pick this guy up, as spirit had told me, go out and relate to people, have some relationships, time to get out of your house now. this was after I read about how important relationships, even after death they continue.

I was over at his house early on and we had a moment. Just for a moment he let his guard down and became real. he was asking me what my intentions were for being in his life. he was so vulnerable at that moment. he turned into a child. he was beautiful. he wasn't acting like John Wayne for a moment. this guy used put on movie star personas all the time. he never seemed real to me until this moment, he asked me my intentions.

I explained I was just there to be his friend. that's all. no biggee, no projections about anything, we would just walk aways together, however long that took. like a companion is what I meant.

his face brightened up and he began to be enthused. he was himself for a moment, not putting on an act for me. he started showing me something he was interested in, that he had learned, just pleased somebody was with him.
sometimes I concluded we need to let the child out and let ourselves not be so adult like. these are very special moments.

love, alysia