What a day! Epstein and I just puttered around the house all day, listening to their awesome Yamaha 7 channel stereo system, while cleaning up a little. Agent Weebley and Lucy came home late in the day. They were happy we had cleaned the place up a little. By the way, their home is huge!
I noticed Agent Weebely’s demeanour had improved . . . but he was not really talking, which is unusual for him!
“How about some Cross-Eyed Mary,” he said.
Search/source: jethro tull cross-eyed mary
“I’ve always liked Ian Anderson,” he said.
They didn’t seem to want to talk about their day, which was fine with me.
Lucy made a great steak & potato dinner with a refreshing spring salad. Then Nerfy went off to do her homework, we put on some music . . .
Search/source: singalong blue man group
. . . . . . then we had a chat . . .
I had a lot of fun commenting today.
I saw them. Which one was your favourite?
CauckyNak. He said this:
CauckyNak says:
April 5, 2011 at 2:39 pm
You are all things. Denying, rejecting, judging or hiding from any aspect of your total being creates pain and results in a lack of wholeness.
I’m so glad I opened up the commenting. I don’t know why I did that, really.
I’m glad too. I just wiped a spam comment. The only one today.
That comment made Weebley smile. Look at him. He’s still grinning!
Please don’t look at me. I’m still SMARTing from this past mission.
Geez, Agent Weebley. NoCAPS, OK? It’s not your style.
OK. I am a little sheepish these days. I’ll get over it, though.
You’re already getting there, Weebley. Everyone makes mistakes . . . remember?
What about “Lucy’s Mission.” When does it start, Lucy?
It’s almost over. Another couple of days left. Weebley is helping me with it.
So you don’t need us?
Maybe a posting or 2 . . . Weebley is really busy with me on this.
Lucy, why did you like that posting by CauckyNak so much?
When I mentioned it to Weebley, we both smiled about it at the same time. Maybe Weebley should talk about it.
When I started this site, I had no idea I would be baring my soul to such a degree. It feels like it has been some sort of instruction booklet.
Only . . .
This is a little difficult for Weebley. Although he is smiling now, it has been a painful journey.
It’s OK Lucy . . .
The copyright mission was a lot of fun, but I knew going into Operation “Black King,” it would be me that would be exposed as the “Black King.” I kept it from myself.
I knew you were the “Black King.” I knew you were keeping it from yourself.
It’s only natural.
Weebley and I have been though a lot these past 23 odd years. He can handle pain.
That is true, but not so publicly. It is embarrasing.
Ah, don’t worry Agent Weebley! Everyone thinks it’s a story, remember?
Esptein. You make me laugh! You are correct.
Think about this one, Agent Weebley:
If you were taking part in a hot steamy porno blog, what would you be thinking about that subject matter right now?
First of all, I could not do that.
Why not?
Because . . . wow this is a tough one . . .
If I was to do a horror flick, my mind has to go into “horror mode.” I have a hard time imagining that.
If others do it, and I watch the flick, it isn’t so bad. I didn’t have to be there for months, formulating the scenes, the life, the world.
Pornos? Same thing. I would not want to impress that on others. That’s just me. I cannot go there.
How about a tune? Pick something off the net, Agent Weebley.
All Good People by Yes.
Done. Hang on while I log in to embed it . . .
Search/source: all good people yes
Why did you pick that song, Weebley?
Peaceful, thoughtful music . . . and excellent musicians. Some of the best in the world.
So let’s get back to you and Operation Black King. You saw a side of you you did not like?
Nope. I knew it was coming. I knew I had to go through that door. I knew I needed help.
And the help came from the strangest place . . . CauckyNak.
So, Agent Weebley . . . are you now through the door, so we can get on with it?
Not really sure. I am definitely a little sheepish about things right now.
Why did you want to listen to the same Yes song as before? Can I change the first one to something else?
Oh, did I? See, I am still a little shell-shocked. OK, go ahead.
See Agent Weebley, we can change the past.
And the present . . . and the future.
I don’t like to do that.
I guess that is the next door you have to go through then.
What do you mean?
This is just a story, right?
No, it’s real!
Man, this reminds me of a song.
Hang on a minute, Epstein.
Agent Weebley. Do you want to change the past, the present, and the future?
Its not my place to do that.
Oh yes it is. You are not alone. That was your problem before. You seemed to think you were alone in this.
That is true. I felt everyone was looking at me.
They are not, Agent Weebley. You are a mere pimple on an elephant’s behind on this issue. Grab a huge pair, Agent Weebley. You are virtually home free on this. We have about 35 more posts before reality bites someone. do you want it do end right now . . . with reality biting you?
Epstein, what was the song you were thinking of?
Glass Onion!
Then hit it!
Cue music . . .
Search/source: beatles glass onion
Ok, so what do you want to do now that y’all know Media Reality is a Big Fake and Virtual Realities are the Bigger Picture Show for SMART Labours in LOVE with Pornographically Challenging Intellectual Property Hang Outs/Future Passionate Production Hubs for Present Programs devoid of Past Follies and Naked Short Selling of the Future and ITs Derivative Possibilities for Dumb Profit and Interest to False Prophet Business Ponzis.
Life is a Dream Being made Virtually Real for a Fabulous Future with Shared Mutually Beneficial and Surprisingly Simple, Naturally Delivered Dream Explosions/Big Bangs. Most everything else just turns as to dust in a hellish round of self-destructive nightmares and crazy neurotic and psychotic episodes.
I think you already know . . . I’ve heard many times that perception is nine-tenths of reality . . . I think we all know that perception is reality.
A few more days of tonguing my wounds and I will be back in the groove . . . ready to help fix a hole in the ocean . . . in my own Weebley way.
See . . . I wobbled again, but I still haven’t fallen down!
Until then, I’ll see who can post in my absence. Maybe Lucy tonight? She seems to want to . . .
Ps ….. I do commend and congratulate and value one and all here for their selfless sharing of such tremendous group therapy sessions. The true discovery of oneself, although so all powerful and enlightening, is not without its always attendant dangers to mercilessly punish wanton abuse and conscious misuse, until such times as failsafe controls are a perfectly natural default . To Journey with Seasoned and XSSXXXXPerienced Travellers is a Pleasure to be Insatiably Enjoyed and Chronicled for the Edutainment of Others on Similar Voyages of Discovery with Belief and made Fit for All Future Purposes in Work, Rest and Play Fields …….. which are QuITe Sterling Pioneering AIR&dD Endeavours in SMARTer Virtual Enterprises and NEUKlearer HyperRadioProActive IT Operations.
And there is no question hanging around to cast doubt and ambiguity on that.
Why thanks, amanfromMars.
I wish I had have been on these missions with Weebley; he wouldn’t have got into so much trouble. But I guess he needed to . . .
Tonight . . . I will post something.