Hell, these are just random thoughts sifting through the detritus of my mind. But time seems to be a hell of a lot more random lately. Sit down thinking I'm gonna be doing this and son of a bitch it's later and I haven't done the thing I was gonna do but I did do that and two hours have slipped by and it seems the focus of my mind during that time was upon things I hadn't ever thought of but I can't remember because the memory was too old but it's been xut loose in my brain and it's a lost obsession, and the wandering becomes longer, and I sleep but I don't the dream is and isn't and I go do my thing in the 3rd projection and I see it and I love it cuz that's where I run with my dog. It's physical and beautiful and it's the dream and I think the veil is gone especially when we're in the trees. I grow my soul when I'm in the Oaks. I know a different story of the Druids, the Oaks were not for sacrifice but communion. There was no need for blood. There was no heresy of the body. Life was celebrated as sacred. As should it be. Walking the dog in the trees I feel and can see the difference. Between the times we are a walking....