Galactic Outer Solstice 2014, 12, 21

Blue Pools

2014-11-04

Looking at the blue pool photo. Thinking of putting that in my head. Next show the reflection of the trip to the galactic center and zooming to center there. In a painting this would be hard because of the scale. In a movie, start with my new moon face, transparentize it to the landscape and show the galaxy is a reflection.

I could do this as a special carolyoga start for world spirit day event and my 80th birthday. World refers to global meditation. Could start with two pools, one in each eye of sunglasses, then zoom into merged pool in center of head. What should I call it? Blue Pool?

Started out with the left pool and zoomed in over to the tree. Attracted. Need to have this constant ambiguity between inner and outer. Between seen, real, remembered, or reflected.

2014-11-10

In a Longleaf pine forest, I headed for a tree friend and leaned in, embracing it. Closed eyes and had an intense focusing vision. It was like a jacquard pattern of green diamond, rounded diamond shapes. Sort of, meaning that they were together like leaves of a plant, not like a flat pattern. This was in the center, to the edges were blurred meadowy colors radiating as if the green knot were zooming through space and time, back down into the green core of growth force. In this blurry rush were occasional flashes of golden greens, brighter streaks as if accelerations or accelerants. This rushing was not something that had a beginning or end. No destination or story line. State of life.

I opened my eyes and saw an unobtrusive vine, small leaves spaced bright green against the burn-darkened bark. It seemed to speak of the memory of that awe-inspiring power. Green power is what it was. When I looked up the word “jacquard” I found out it meant a raised pattern weave. To me, it had meant diamond-shaped. But a certain image triggered the resemblance to my Staten Island “Life” vision. Which was really the structure of brain cell matrix.

Was thinking maybe I could put this old growth movie into my galactic movie. Blue. Pool. Green. Blue into green via deer lichen. I suppose. Seems so non-sensical. Back comes galaxy. Blue comes out, spreads out over the whole meadow. Still mingling with these meadow grasses , deer lichen and kinds of plants. Then there is a vertical bark stage. Then tree tops. Sparkly longleafs. O I love that photo, the needles. And then that somehow goes back to Elizabeth.

2014-11-11

I did do some real meditation. Lot of thinking about torus, of my cell, cells, body, earth, galaxy. Or just the torus of all. Collapsing and expanding of conception of space and distinctions vs just being or just awareness of nothing. Thinking of my movie actually led to have to be galactically centered to make connection. As I approached, I found that there was a seat reserved for me. Humorous remembering the writer I worked with at Amdahl whose boyfriend had died. She thought there was a restaurant near heaven to meet with loved ones. I have this mixed up with that novel and movie about the galaxy where there is one at the end of space. Or the universe. Maybe that's how I interpreted her belief. I saw a bank of seats. But that gave way to a galactic aura sense, not really spacially or object-oriented. A sense of communion and belonging, a sense of connection, being honored and welcomed and feeling a sense of adventure that I'm able to participate in something new, special, wonderful and yet knowing there is a responsibility. My body is in that blissful orgasmic plasma melted state where I feel a couple of inches up off the seat. It has lasted for almost two hours since the meditation.

2014-11-13

It's important to get the joke. That should be the title of my movie. What is funny is that I don't know what the joke is.

2014-11-15

Center of galaxy. Being at center of galaxy. Taking my seat. I seem to now be getting a coating. Reminds me of Joseph's many-colored coat. And I think of the colors in the black noise in my color graphic that shows the colors underneath it. I think about putting that on Elizabeth's face in my movie.

This coating, since it shows my current shape, it allows me to see others that are at the center of the galaxy. I see kind of an octopus shape, but its not. It's like the ghosts that we make for Halloween with a rounded head and then flares out. That's pretty trite. Yes that's very trite. So what else? Anything else? I see lights. Lights are the body of our … build up my light today. {I thought that if my light were augmented or emphasized or concentrated on, that I could see others' better.} So I can see theirs. Clothes are the body's awareness. To carry this a little farther, clothes would be the physical body. What would be the breathing body? That would be the sage smudging. The heart level would be talking to my daughter, grateful.

Meditating remotely with a Mindfulness Retreat. 9:20 a.m. Right away was at galactic center as amp spine, that's who I am there and when we are there we are the same. Not seeing separateness. Was wondrously centered in galactic spinal center, which was like sparkly evanescence in pearly white setting. It was not a fixed sculpture. In fact at times seemed like a music, or a conversation. It was structural in a sense of order and simultaneity, not in a sense of physical building. I'm constantly thrown back to huge learning curves, especially the one when I went to the UofM. This seems like the same kind of thing. New place, new activities, new culture, new people, new opportunities, new views. Where everything seems better and more open, exciting and welcoming, like where I need to go to grow. There was a firm feeling of intention. A major part of the event was growing from earth year to galactic rotation and realizing everything is scalar and seemingly infinite. The actual only way to truly grasp it is the torus. Since every thing is toroidal, there is just one torus. That was the thing to be. And welcome each and every cell to be it. I guess the spine is just torus core. Or torus axis.

The session was completely still. Featured the spinal center and the toroidal decenter. Or decentralized.

2014-11-16

Thinking I should end the Blue Pool movie with sparkling spine and torus, cosmic centering. Thinking I should have words both visual and spoken, because I think of them when seeing the images. They can be poetic.

Blue pool landscape
You with the stars in your eyes
Pools in eyes
Pools in mind/head. Maybe head should be enlarged beyond frame to make clear this landcape is in the eyes of the beholder
Galaxy turns blue
Comes down into pool At that point, 44 seconds should pause and have galaxy overhead in reverse to show that they are reflections of each other.
Blue galaxy dives into pool
Blue vibes start in circle/toroidal form.
1:29:08 landscape should diminish into the enlarged head smalling down into where it is in frame.
Green life force connection. Probably need to make this grow out of the top half of the pool pic. Maybe get some zoom in pix today.
Pix to import for torus spine: Spine of all. Total torus. Thinking of some vibe pattern spine, where is? Breathing cloud?

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