Back at the Ranch....

Listening: Dr Bruce Lipton has me captivated once again as he discusses cellular biology and stuff like "signal pathways" in that way that only he can. In lecture at Great Mystery, where you can also hear archived lectures with Dr Joe Dispenza and Lynne McTaggart. Fabulous.

Feeling: Buoyant

Besides the scant updates on my professional life and the posting of other people's thoughts over the last few weeks I know I have been unusually conspicuous by my absence. It may have even left some wondering about whether I'd return to blogdom at any time soon and for that I apologize. To all my loyal friends who've continued to check in only to find that I was still AWOL, I thank you and hope that I will make up for my seeming lack of attention with the literal behemoth of material that's coming.

Let's just say that during the interim, the next few posts have been in the "birthing" process and for some reason the gestation period left me unable to write in any shape or form. It wasn't that I didn't have anything to say(you should know me better than that by now), I just couldn't put anything coherent together.

Whenever I've poised my fingers at the keyboard to begin a new post lately it's like I've had the strength of a freshly Baygon-ed fly and the endurance of a wet tissue. It certainly wasn't for lack of trying either. Some of the barely-written drafts are hilarious. One attempt began at about 1 am one Friday night a few weeks ago after I'd just come home from DJing at Wonderland. By then the withdrawal from not having posted anything for a couple of weeks had already reached fever pitch and I felt compelled to end the drought once and for all. It began with a quick explanation about my inability to write akin to the one above and then I wrote, somewhat convincingly:

"...So I figure, if I just start typing, something's gotta give. It has to begin somewhere! I've got so much to say goddamit...

.... pauses to nibble thoughtfully on a warmed gulab jamun while the next sentence forms...."

And that's it. That's all I wrote! I think I looked at the clock after staring at the screeen for another 30 minutes without another thing being written and said to myself, "Who do you think you're kidding? Get some sleep, you nutcase."

A week or so later I stopped long enough to put together a quick list (in point form no less) that attempted to paint a picture of what had been going on in my life around that time. It's rather incomplete, but it's a picture nonetheless, and it might help explain a few things.

• I've had a 12-STRING dna ACTIVATION and was told during the channeling that I was from the future (as if I didn't know) and I feel like I've been a bit of a basket case ever since.

• Toby and I were served with a notice to vacate (eek!) because we got slack with the rent and when it came I thought the sky was falling. I have been a champion and manifested $3000 in 7 days without borrowing a cent.

• I am a master of manifestation (when my back is against the wall).

• I have gotten a throat and chest infection.

• Thank God for the Healing Codes. At times like these they have saved me again and again. If only I could be more disciplined with doing them everyday. My clients do them everyday because I get on their backs about it. I need someone to get on my back.

• I saw Dj Sneak play last weekend and much to my dismay he sucked ass.

• For the first time in about a year, undeterred by 3-inch heels, I got to have a serious dance and shake it out for hours when Groove Assassin played at Wonderland recently, which was a nice surprise. It was like balm for my soul. Later that morning Trisso and Craig took me with them to The Market, Q-Bar and Revolver until I gave up at around 10 am and crawled home. Their reasoning? Anytime I tried to put up any resistance to hopping into yet another cab with them I got a chorus of, "In for a penny, in for a poofter." Queens : ) Had the BEST time.

• I'm now known around certain nightclubs as "the pyramid girl". Yay.

• I've been dreaming of, and seeing daily, Master Numbers. 11:11 is following me around as usual, as are 111, 333, and 555. According to the Masters Ananara channelled, it's because I work with the Music of the Spheres "24-7". Hmmmm.

Ok, so that's a quick round-up of events ending a couple of weeks ago, and there are plenty of holes to be filled in which I will be getting to over the next few days. Right now I'm actually meant to be painting a fence so I'd better go. I am feeling the "no-time" zone we're in rather a lot lately. I'll be buzzing back in before you know it.

In the meantime enjoy this lovely first entry to soon-to-be published photo-journal of my adventures with the Powerdome, my beautiful titanium framed, 24 carat gold plated wearable pyramid from Pyradyne. That and the Raydome, my silver one, have become well acquainted to my and several of my close buddies' heads by now and I cannot wait to tell you of our adventures. Although I'm not wearing it in this one, a photo that appeared in MX to publice the Freedom Festival recently (I'm pictured here with J'nett and Sarah-Jane), I thought the photographer did a sterling job of incorporating it into the photo, don't you?