bummer…the screen is what the Eye of the camera is insisting on seeing. When i am looking, with my own eye, i see an absolutely CLEAN kitchen window!!!! It's …well, that word i don't much like, but it's ………Lovely. This Clean Clean kitchen window, Inside and Out.
i washed the ceiling in the kitchen with less success…it's Better, but not great. Kind of smeary unless the light is on and then you can't see the smearyness. But still, the Vibration is much much higher.
What could be bright was made bright
and back and forth i went, from this Cleaning ritual to this Fragment of a Human experience…just the eyes, now, floating Free of the concerns of this plane…..but just barely floating Free…still in a state of not knowing which is called Bardo, the Ultimate of Just Going and i asked. What really matters? Tay has not been much ok with the focus on cleaning. She wants me to be OutSide in the afternoon, not walking around with a bottle of Windex. When i sit to rest a moment, she puts her whole mouth around my boot, not biting down, but holding….trying to express something…which i hear, but continue on with wet rags and windex.
and i dreamed last night. An extraordinary dream that i won't go into the details of but it was a very different dream than ever before
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