I'm very much a believer in the inter-connectedness of all things. Don't know why your confused by having these thoughts? Do you not relate to them now?
The tapestry of this world is fraying at the edges now, isn't it? When the fraying is finished will there be a new beautiful tapestry begun, or a long period of decay? If or when a new tapestry is woven, will we be around to appreciate it?

Namshub

Namshub,

You have to remember that I am a died in the wool ratioalist, trained as a scientist, I'm not used to such things even though they've been with me all my life.

I can't remember if I've mentioned this to you earlier, but you probably gathered that I've been travelling now for some seven months, and currently find myself in Thailand where, of course the entire country, apart from the troubled south is Buddhist.

I've been talking to monks at temples, and have even contemplated going into retreat for a while, but I think I'll leave that until a little later.

I'll be posting something soon about the inter-relatedness of things, I'm learning so much on this journey, it was something that I now realise I had to do.

It's sometimes easier to see things clearly about others, than it is about yourself, I really do npot spend all that much time thinking about myself.

There is to much noise, distraction at the place that we normally call home.

Now I have no home, no key, all I have is the pack on my back.

And a freedom that I haven't felt in many long years.

I do not know where this road will lead, as someone once said, a tourist does not know where they've been, a traveller knows not where they are going.

When I get things worked out, perhaps then I'll have a better understanding why this, Kimberley and other writings that occur actually mean.

Thanks for taking the time to read and comment Namshubji.

Who knows what new tapestry may be spun, but I do keep getting the feeling that we either have, or very soon are about to reach the Omega point.

Who knows what will happen after that, but I do feel that the human will be there to make witness, if not be part of the weaving.

yechydda,

John:

I'm not sure I ever mentioned it, but my mother was part, if not full-blooded Haida. When we were young, we were taught to never question the colour of her skin or to ask questions about it. I found out later on, from an aunt. It really didn't make much of a difference in my life. In fact, it explained a lot. My sister (Kimberly, by coincidence - wasn't she the girl in your story?) has never been able to accept this. It was a source of growth for my other sister. You've got me remembering some things.

Take care of yourself.

Love,

Mary Lynn (Onlydreamin)

Mary Lynn (Onlydreamin) [mlmulroney@rogers.com]

Onlydreamin,

This is quite spooky, two pieces of 'automatic' writing and somehow you're connected to both of them, Kimberly and the Haida.

I'm glad I've made you remember, is your monicker Onlydreamin connected to a Haida name in some manner?

I've always meant to ask you about your forum name, and funnily enough, I've always imagined you to be a Native American to some degree.

yechydda,

John:

I wouldn't say that I'm connected to both pieces of writing. It just strikes me as odd that there are similarities. I thought of another one yesterday, actually. Kim and I were both in a fire when we were young. Obviously, all turned out well and we escaped injury. The cottage behind my grandparent's went up in flames and started a bush fire. The owners came to our place to wake us up as it was spreading pretty fast. In fact, it was already closing in. My parents put us in the car while they went in to get my grandfather out (he had a stroke ealier on and couldn't walk properly). The tree behind the car went up in a flash and I grabbed Kim's hand, knowing the gas tank could blow. We ran up the road and we could hear my father calling out for us but I convinced my sister not to answer. I was afraid he'd put us back in the car, so I made my sister stay still and told her they'd see us as they drove down the road (they did, and I got into a little trouble later on).

My monicker is difficult to explain. I believe we've discussed dreams at one point and how rich our dream lives are. Sometimes I think mine might go beyond rich. You're a man that looks to science for explanations much of the time, John, so you will probably laugh off what I think is happening. Then again, you appear to be questioning things or at least examining them lately. When I dream, sometimes I dream that I'm another person. It can be quite random. What makes these dreams stand out is the incredible amount of detail that I get from these dreams. It's as if I am actually inside the person that I'm dreaming about and can see what is going on using his or her eyes. These dreams certainly aren't of the type that Elgin had, when he received information about the shuttle disaster before it happened. What I see is the present as it is happening. It can actually be extremely frightening depending upon what kind of circumstances I find myself in. One was verifiable by a family member. I had a dream that I was the ambulance attendant that took my grandfather to the hospital. Things happened just as I had dreamed them. In this dream, I felt a detached concern, much as the ambulance attendant would have felt. In others, where the setting might be in a war, etc., I can feel absolute terror. Those ones are pretty bad. So no, the monicker has othing to do with my Haida heritage but is something that I experience.

The strange thing about the Paranormal forum is that almost none of the regulars mention what it was that first drew them to the forum. We all must have experienced something extraordinary, yet we never talk about it. The dreaming is my paranormal experience, as well as life after death. But that's a whole other story.

Love,

Mary Lynn

Mary Lynn (Onlydreamin) [mlmulroney@rogers.com]

Hey Valleyboy,
You sound very maudling. Dont forget, you may not have a home, but there'll always be room for you here.
Now get a grip, its the six nations soon!
Mr Marse

Mr Marse

Mr.Marse,

Your home has alwyays welcomed me and that is something that I shall never forget.

Maudling, no, this was something that happened to me in New Zealand several months back where I awoke and found a stangley penned diatribe.

I actually like it personally, but you raise a good point, every now and again when you travel the length of months that I have travelled you do get what I call 'Black Wednesdays' simply because there comes a ime when you're sick and tired of people leaving you and you them, the continual effort of having to make new friends each and every day, the transcience of existence and the temporary nature of life is hammered home all too often.

It's at times like these that comments left by friends such as yourself mean oh so very much and unlooked for fill my sails once more to cast off anew.

I'm fine Mr.Marse, I have had so many inredible experiences and this particular post would not have happened without my travelling.

Please return and leave a message from time to time (avod the politics!), but I think you might enjoy the travelogues and let others who might be interested know.

It can get so very lonely on the road, and no, right now I'm at utter peace here in Luang Prabang, Laos, just hanging out, catching up with my scribbles and watching the world pass slowly by.

Cheers Mr.Marse!

yechydda,