A casting from the Crucible of the Refiner's fire (Audio)

Can someone have real affairs on line?
Can we have cyber-orgasms?

This bit of writing was inspired by the first thing I read this morning, “ARTHUR BLACK: Calling all computer geeks: it’s time to get real,”. At the same time I'm reading, Jian Ghomeshi, is interviewing people on the topic of the great comics of the last era, George Carlin, Albert Brooks, Richard Prior among them and how the all parodied their audiences and helped affect real change by giving people perspective via introspection. This, of course, carried me back to the DMT experience I had for the first time last night. I wonder if this feeling of a super mentally “lubricated feeling,” as if my thoughts are on a frictionless film, racing by, jumping from one fleeting entanglement to another, is a residual effect? I rather like it, but they seem a bit elusive, hard to coral at first. I have a feeling that writing them down will be achievable. You be the judge!

Back to the top of the stack, for refreshed operational potential, like I imagined the next Noseeum taking up its position, providing a continuous tactical coverage by the invisible defensive net. Another thought slips by.

Next comes a 15 minute language laden encounter with the Odd Barnacle as he walks by my “cage,” off for a walk in the deep snow. The traffic is light below on Great Northern way. The Barnacle is a well read guy and like most of my friends, likes to use words effectively. It's real fun!!

The gist off it was this piece of writing, the fluid residual effects, what he's read by the researchers on the subject of DMT, and how it all might fit in. Even unto the ramblings in this article did the conversation travel. We touched on why I was led to my present course this late in life. We both wondered as to why I wished to be refined in this crucible, or at least my impression of it.

I truly feel that I am being led by the spirit. He is in general agreement, but voiced the question about how to make the wider world aware of the solutions to our misery. Our culture treats me with ridicule, while other cultures would cherish people such as I with traditional respect. Barnacle, voiced the rhetorical question about how to get something like this to fly and hopefully fertilize the whole of humanity with the seeds for fresh perspectives.

We touched briefly on how one might ignite such a movement. That's when I stated that one needn't really have a plan if you are following the spirit within, in fact it is best to leave all personal control fencing out of it, and let the wild mustangs gallop where they will. The spirit must have a plan if one is necessary, I don't need one. All I need to do is to go where I am urged to wander, to stampede.

Our conversation touched on my oversensitivity, upon which he remarked a few days ago, as I was recounting a family story gleaned from my father's war adventures (he had asked me what division my father fought with in Stalingrad). I break out into minor, but real emotional distress and can go to tearing up when recounting a story, easily. The next verbal paragraph, I might range to the tones of an aggressive threat, a dangerous man with violence in the deep undertones. I have learned through experienced to unconsciously put my emotions into my voice, sometimes to my great detriment. Yet I love it! I count myself a full range Primate in many aspects of my personality and character. Some people may judge this less than normal in a derogatory sense, perhaps a mental imbalance of some sort. I say that they are the ones missing the special colored marbles that I was fortunate to have been born with, perhaps even have enhanced a bit.

Anyways, I can be in the passenger compartment of the Swiss Air flight over Peggy's cove, the moment I hear the first live radio message. Immediately, as now, I taste the plastics laden smoke and fear, I hear screams/wailing/moaning, feel hands clutching loved ones. I was there in one micro second with the full emotional impact rippling through all my senses. You may not like it. I love the full bipolar extremity of this range, thoroughly, deeply. I believe it is what drives me to write. Other writers must have this gift as well. How could you not have it and presume to write scenes where such a spectrum of emotions is required?

We broke off, and he went about his business after he gave me a beautiful Xmass card, which has also now touched me into tearing up a bit. Here is the conclusion I came to in our conversation: I am doing all these things, being honestly led there by my spirit. I have no plan. People, and new avenues present themselves to me in my time of need, as they are required. It is not important that I understand the process as if they fit into some kind of over arching plot. That's the human in us that wants to control everything in a finite sense, isn't it? This summation flowed from me spontaneously, “All I am, is a casting being poured from the crucible of the Refiner's fire.”

Back to the top of the stack for real this time.

Here is the beautiful bow that I will attempt to tie Arthur Black's article up with. For sure I believe that one can have real sex on a computer with, or without, an avatar. All the sensory mechanisms and responses are there. The cyber conversation flows in a reciprocating form; one posts, the other answers. There is the physical touching and “caressing” of the keyboard, which in my case ranges widely from pounding in aggressive assertion, through a gentle furtive pecking. There is the audio and visual of course, if you have it. I don't have a live interface in my face though, and feel I don't need it (although I've only ever attempted cyber flirting and never tried to go all the way before). But the very best, and most sensual human interaction during live sex can be accessed fully, I believe via the keyboard, too! I think a woman's, and a man's sexiest attribute which they might bring to a tryst, would be their imaginations. On this medium there is no limit to the orgasms attainable via my imagination, I am sure! It now seems something that I might wish to try, (for exploratory and research purposes only, of course.)

To everyone who might choose these venues, be happy and explore, while remaining spiritually true.

And here is my first vulgar gift, al la George Carlin: Hey guys happy “keybroading”!!!!!!!!!!