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Post by mamza on Apr 10, 2011 15:11:02 GMT -5
...how incredibly beautiful it is outside? Maybe I've just been a geek for so long that I forgot what outside is really like, but holy shit it's awesome! Even the gross, muddy, filthy stuff like deer bones seem totally amazing to look at.
It completely blows my mind that something as simple as running as fast as I possibly can--to the point where I'm almost tripping over myself--could be so fun. The greatest part is that I'm such a geek that I don't mind geeking out over the awesomeness of trying to do a hand-stand and falling down or swinging on a bunch of willow tree branches. The dumbest things are so fun(ny)!
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Post by jazz on Apr 10, 2011 15:45:29 GMT -5
So...what's your method? I've actually had a great day today. Really..nondual ? hehe, it's like I've become more aware of little things and of beauty. People walking around lost in their minds. But it has a beauty to it as well. All is well. All is as it is and it's good. Life is perfect, actually, and underneath it all there's so much love just waiting to burst out. Yes, it's been a good day, practicing music with my band, having fun, not taking it so damn seriously either. Just perfect A good evening to you mamza, wherever you are!
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Post by mamza on Apr 10, 2011 17:04:08 GMT -5
You have a good day, too, jazz! Music is something I like to mess around with as well (I play the bass), and when you get into a good groove.....man, things get awesome.
I'm not too sure what my method is these days though. It just happens by itself; more frequently when I drive, walk, or relax, but there's nothing that I can really do to bring it about. Sometimes it seems like I can because it happens at the same time I'm 'practicing', but lately it feels like it has a life of its own.
Interest shows up and goes away all the time, so I've stopped trying to make it happen most of the time (I still get caught up in it frequently). Seems to me the best thing I can do is follow the interest when it arises and let it do its own thing.
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Post by michaelsees on Apr 10, 2011 17:06:36 GMT -5
...how incredibly beautiful it is outside? Maybe I've just been a geek for so long that I forgot what outside is really like, but holy nuts it's awesome! Even the gross, muddy, filthy stuff like deer bones seem totally amazing to look at. It completely blows my mind that something as simple as running as fast as I possibly can--to the point where I'm almost tripping over myself--could be so fun. The greatest part is that I'm such a geek that I don't mind geeking out over the awesomeness of trying to do a hand-stand and falling down or swinging on a bunch of willow tree branches. The dumbest things are so fun(ny)! Hmm you got some good stuff there Michael
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Post by enigma on Apr 10, 2011 17:40:13 GMT -5
Mamza: "I'm not too sure what my method is these days though. It just happens by itself; more frequently when I drive, walk, or relax, but there's nothing that I can really do to bring it about. Sometimes it seems like I can because it happens at the same time I'm 'practicing', but lately it feels like it has a life of its own."
Seems to me you're onto something here. It's natural for mind to identify a goal and a practice to lead to that goal, and even when it's noticed that it's all 'just happening' it's not often noticed that the cause/effect relationship of what's happening is NOT happening. The experience of a practice and the experience of accomplishing a goal are so tightly woven together that they are one singular movement, a bit like watching it all play out on a movie screen. The experience of what happens on the screen is all there is, and so the actor who is practicing, the practice and the accomplishing of a goal is an indivisible experience devoid of cause and effect. All of the appearances are required in order for that particular experience to happen in that way from the observer's perspective, but the actor on the screen does not cause the practice to happen, nor does the practice cause success to happen.
If there is a movement in consciousness toward some particular experience such as clarity or awakening, this can play out in an infinite number of ways, and the way is actually irrelevant in terms of the 'end result'. The pointing to a certain 'way', the interest in it and the willingness to practice and look and see are all bifurcated parts of a singular movement that could play out any number of ways and yet arrive at the same 'destination' because that's where it is going regardless of what happens in between.
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Post by michaelsees on Apr 10, 2011 18:03:44 GMT -5
The body/mind is powerful. Everything you shared Mamza can easily be related to Endorphins. Before you ditch that much research has been done in this area. Everything you feel when your being is being awestruck by beauty is endorphins being released in your brain. Few folks that follow spiritual paths actually understand the neuro-science that is involved. Every conceivable experience you can have has it's beginning in the brain first. Very little is known about the back part of your brain. I remember many years ago I had a girlfriend that was not only the most beautiful woman I have ever been with but was also into Tantra. We would get into such high blissful states and walk out into the garden and I would see all the energy glowing on the plants etc. My point is something in the brain, certain transmitters being released at just the right moment brought this about. And if we knew exactly what they were such experiences can be replicated over and over again. Penfield a noted neuro surgeon was the first to do experiments with the brain by placing a little voltage on certain areas. His worked showed that all memories are not only accessible but the patients see's exactly what each memory is just like watch a home video. If the brain can do this much from what little we know well in the realms of truth and consciousness Man has only scratch off a tiny little bit.
So my take on all this is simply as I said before some good stuff releasing for you.
Michael
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Post by mamza on Apr 10, 2011 18:56:06 GMT -5
@ Enigma: Exactly! I can't count how many times I've practiced to make it happen and failed, only to have something happen by itself a half-hour later.
I noticed this the most when I was listening to music at a friend's house. There was a lot of attention to what was being seen and heard at the time, and for whatever reason I tried to find the origin of a bunch of sounds. The easiest to locate was the speaker, but the speaker isn't the cause of the sound. It is necessary in order for the music to happen, but without electricity to power the speaker, without someone paying the electric bill, blah blah blah on and on and on, the music couldn't happen.
Trying to find the cause and effect of any particular thing is a wild goose chase as far as I can tell. You can certainly have some fun chasing that goose, but it's a little tiring. If you don't opt to chase it around you're left with whatever is happening, and so you just do it. It can be boring, it can be fun--but whatever it is, it's probably not as frustrating as catching a goose that doesn't exist.
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Post by enigma on Apr 10, 2011 20:17:46 GMT -5
"My point is something in the brain, certain transmitters being released at just the right moment brought this about."
Again, ultimately, nothing in the brain causes anything to happen. Everything perceived is an effect. The brain is also an effect.
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Post by zendancer on Apr 10, 2011 21:57:40 GMT -5
Yes, like the scene in American Beauty; sometimes the truth is just too......overwhelming, and there's just too much beauty. Carol and I went for a dance lesson yesterday afternoon and asked the teacher, "Where does the big swing come from in waltz?" She said, "It's inside of you and you have to let it loose. You have to put it in motion and then let go. Start the momentum and then let it take you where it wants to. Relax completely. Let the body drip down around you into the floor from the shoulders through the bottom of your shoes. Stretch your head through the ceiling and let the body hang from there. Like a pendulum, release the weighted knee forward, and then let the free leg swing through as far as it will go. At the top of the swing, pull the leading hip and that will take you over the top." She was right. It was like dancing on air. She said, "Don't stop the momentum anywhere. Let it carry you from one move to the next. Use it to your advantage. Stay loose, and just ride the wave; go with the flow of it. Use gravity rather than fighting against gravity." At least for that hour, Carol and I were totally in the zone, and it was just too much fun. Air on air.....what a trip. We weren't really dancing; we were being danced.
So, we started building a new house to get rid of one last piece of real estate inventory. Ran into hard rock. Rented an air compressor and pneumatic drill and drilled the sucker. Poured in liquid dynamite (Betonite) to crack it. It cracked but the cracked rock ran too deep and solid for a backhoe to even shake it, much less pull the pieces out of the ground. Brought in diamond blades and sawed it. Drilled it some more. Dynamited it some more. Pounded on it with a backhoe until all the backhoe teeth broke off. D**m, what a rock! Dug and poured 90% of the footings but couldn't get rid of the one big hunk of stubborn rock in the corner of the foundation. Finally gave up and rented a hydraulic ramhead backhoe from another city and pounded on that sucker with a hundred tons of force. It yielded inch by inch until finally we pulverized it to gravel down below the level of the floor. Toughest rock I ever dealt with in 35 years!
So, two weeks ago we finished the footing and poured the floor slab. Started framing last week. The home will look traditional from the front--like a mini-McMansion. It will sit high above the road and soar upwards with 16/12 roof slopes, but it is designed on the rear like a meditation zendo, with big glass windows looking out into huge rock formations that recede up the hill to the rear. It is heavily wooded and the big rocks are covered with moss and fern. I took a lawn chair to the project so I could sit on the second floor and look at the rocks in the late afternoon and early morning light.
After the first roof rafters went up on Friday, I was awed by the shapes of the spaces, and began to consider changing the interior design so that all of those spaces could be exposed and experienced by people inside the home. I had planned for the foyer ceiling to be twenty feet high, but now I'm thinking about letting it rise to thirty feet and opening it to all the angles and shapes of the intersecting rooflines. Hopefully there'll be someone who will find such spaces as exciting as I do. Ha ha. If not, Carol and I will have to live there and neither one of us will want to clean it. LOL. I play with the spaces and Carol plays with the colors, textures, finishes, and fixtures. Maybe it will all work out. Who knows? Carol said, "This is crazy (to be building such a big spec home in a dead housing market), but we really had no choice, did we?" Ha ha.
So, Carol and I went to dinner in a local restaurant Friday night. I was telling her that it had been a very emotional week for me. I call it "existential pathos" because I don;t know what else to call it. Maybe I'm just getting old and the poignancy of life and the beauty gets to be too much. So, I'm telling her about an experience that happened more than thirty years ago that was the first time I remember being overcome with existential pathos. I had gone to a doughnut shop with some friends. While we were eating doughnuts and drinking coffee, we noticed an older strange-looking couple come into the shop. They looked poor and somehow....off, as if both of them were mentally challenged to some extent. The woman was wearing clothes that were tattered and worn. I don't remember what they ordered or ate, but the man seemed to take a long time counting out the change to pay for their food. They left, and the woman walked by the front window carrying an old bag. I remember that she looked tired, or resigned, or maybe just vacant. It was somehow haunting.
My friends and I stayed for at least another forty-five minutes or more and then we split up and went our separate ways. I started driving toward a project several miles away. About two miles from the coffee shop I suddenly saw the man and woman from the coffee shop in front of me walking single file along the right shoulder of the highway. The woman was trailing the man by about twenty yards and lugging the bag, which appeared heavy. They were in the middle of nowhere. I thought, "My god, who are they, and where are they going?" I stopped and offered them a ride. They seemed very appreciative, but when they climbed inside my truck, I could see that the woman's shoes were completely worn out. I asked them where they were going and the man said, "This direction (pointing straight ahead), maybe Nashville (which was seventy miles away)." Instantly I could see that they were clueless, helpless, hopeless, innocent, and fundamentally disconnected--humans that had somehow fallen through all of the social safety nets and probably only had themselves to lean on or be with. It was like the last scene in the movie "Midnight Cowboy" with Dustin Hoffman and Jon Voigt--two tragic characters alone except for each other. My heart just broke in two. I took them to the next small town in the direction they were going, twenty miles out of my way, and gave them all of the money I had with me, maybe thirty dollars. They were sweet, like children, and thanked me with a look of surprise and wonderment. They got out of the truck and walked off single file down the shoulder of the highway. I turned my truck around and watched them disappear in the rear-view mirror. I cried all the way back to town.
When I got back to the subdivision where we were building some homes, I saw some friends. I stopped and started to tell them about what had happened, but couldn't say anything. I was simply too overcome with the poignancy of the situation to even tell the story.
So, I was sitting in the restaurant telling Carol about this, and I became almost as emotional as I had when the experience occurred more than thirty years ago. This led to some other stories (including the self-immolation of the Tunisian man, Enigma's story about rage, various posts on this website, etc) and an attempt to explain what triggers such deep feelings. There were also some more tears. We were drinking wine and alternating between tears and laughter at how strange, humorous, poignant, and fantastic life is. After this had gone on for a while, a woman we vaguely know stopped at our table and said, "You two win the prize. Herb and I (pointing to a man at the bar on the other side of the room) have noticed that you two are always sitting in here laughing and talking up a storm. You have obviously found the solution to a happy life, and you should be proud of yourselves." Carol and I were both horrified at this statement, and Carol said, "Please don't say that. The last person who told us that she had a perfect marriage, and a perfect husband, and a perfect life is now getting a divorce." Carol and I both laughed, and I said to the woman, "Carol means that there's no need to tempt fate." The woman looked at us without understanding what we were talking about and said, "But you've been married a long time, haven't you?" I said, "Yes, more than 35 years, and we still jabber all the time just like when we first met, but to us its a big mystery how this happens to be, and we don't want to take a chance on spoiling it." We laughed again, and then the woman started to say, "Well, you're the cutest OLDER couple we know," but she caught herself at the last moment realizing that the word "older" wasn't going to sound too good. Ha ha. She then explained that she and Herb were both Christians but they couldn't get married (their previous spouses had died several years earlier) because of health insurance costs. She was worried about going to hell because of the sin of living together out of wedlock. Well, it was all Carol and I could do to keep a straight face, but Carol said, "Have you considered a spiritual marriage rather than a legal marriage? Bob is a minister, and he could marry you in the eyes of God." Well, the conversation continued in this vein, and we did our best to convince her that God would fully understand the health insurance issue. She finally left with the request that we join them for dinner some night. After she left, Carol gave me one of her funniest looks and said, "Who could dream this up?"
So, today we were driving back home from another city and Carol said, "You know what was so funny about dinner the other night?" I replied, "Which aspect?" LOL. Carol said, "The woman who spoke to us thought we had been laughing all that time. She didn't realize that you and I had been crying most of that time!" Sometimes life is just too funny for words.
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Post by mamza on Apr 10, 2011 22:50:30 GMT -5
Wow, it sounds like you've seen some pretty crazy stuff! I can't believe you went through that much trouble to break the rock instead of just putting the house somewhere else, though. All of those machines sound really expensive; plus, like you said, the market for houses is awful right now. My dad has been trying to sell his house for two years now with absolutely no luck. He's had to drop his price fairly substantially just to even compete in the neighborhood (to his unbelievably intense dismay). He's a penny pincher, through and through, but maybe he'll realize that the grief isn't worth it and just move to the midwest like he's dying to.
But back to your story, did you ever spiritually marry the couple? I guess they're going to be together whether it's legal marriage or not, but it would be neat if they didn't have that fear of sin looming over their shoulders about it.
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Post by zendancer on Apr 10, 2011 23:22:22 GMT -5
Wow, it sounds like you've seen some pretty crazy stuff! I can't believe you went through that much trouble to break the rock instead of just putting the house somewhere else, though. All of those machines sound really expensive; plus, like you said, the market for houses is awful right now. My dad has been trying to sell his house for two years now with absolutely no luck. He's had to drop his price fairly substantially just to even compete in the neighborhood (to his unbelievably intense dismay). He's a penny pincher, through and through, but maybe he'll realize that the grief isn't worth it and just move to the midwest like he's dying to. But back to your story, did you ever spiritually marry the couple? I guess they're going to be together whether it's legal marriage or not, but it would be neat if they didn't have that fear of sin looming over their shoulders about it. The rock episode started gradually because I thought it would be no big deal to crack it apart and remove it. On one site I used Betanomite to shatter a massive layer of rock four feet thick forty feet wide by forty feet long, but this rock, though much smaller, proved far tougher. Each time I spent some money I was sure that would be the end of it, but each time the rock won the battle and the dynamite and machines lost. Finally I had no choice but to rent a machine big enough to pound the rock into smithereens. We already had the entire site excavated before we encountered the rock. As for the couple's potential marriage, the jury is still out. I suspect that we'll join them for dinner soon and learn more about their situation. Yes, its too bad that their belief system is causing them grief. They love each other and want to be together, but they're stuck between the laws of the state and the judgmental ideas of their spiritual leaders. Hopefully I can help them find an escape hatch. LOL.
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Post by michaelsees on Apr 11, 2011 9:05:27 GMT -5
Yes, like the scene in American Beauty; sometimes the truth is just too......overwhelming, and there's just too much beauty. Carol and I went for a dance lesson yesterday afternoon and asked the teacher, "Where does the big swing come from in waltz?" She said, "It's inside of you and you have to let it loose. You have to put it in motion and then let go. Start the momentum and then let it take you where it wants to. Relax completely. Let the body drip down around you into the floor from the shoulders through the bottom of your shoes. Stretch your head through the ceiling and let the body hang from there. Like a pendulum, release the weighted knee forward, and then let the free leg swing through as far as it will go. At the top of the swing, pull the leading hip and that will take you over the top." She was right. It was like dancing on air. She said, "Don't stop the momentum anywhere. Let it carry you from one move to the next. Use it to your advantage. Stay loose, and just ride the wave; go with the flow of it. Use gravity rather than fighting against gravity." At least for that hour, Carol and I were totally in the zone, and it was just too much fun. Air on air.....what a trip. We weren't really dancing; we were being danced. So, we started building a new house to get rid of one last piece of real estate inventory. Ran into hard rock. Rented an air compressor and pneumatic drill and drilled the sucker. Poured in liquid dynamite (Betonite) to crack it. It cracked but the cracked rock ran too deep and solid for a backhoe to even shake it, much less pull the pieces out of the ground. Brought in diamond blades and sawed it. Drilled it some more. Dynamited it some more. Pounded on it with a backhoe until all the backhoe teeth broke off. D**m, what a rock! Dug and poured 90% of the footings but couldn't get rid of the one big hunk of stubborn rock in the corner of the foundation. Finally gave up and rented a hydraulic ramhead backhoe from another city and pounded on that sucker with a hundred tons of force. It yielded inch by inch until finally we pulverized it to gravel down below the level of the floor. Toughest rock I ever dealt with in 35 years! So, two weeks ago we finished the footing and poured the floor slab. Started framing last week. The home will look traditional from the front--like a mini-McMansion. It will sit high above the road and soar upwards with 16/12 roof slopes, but it is designed on the rear like a meditation zendo, with big glass windows looking out into huge rock formations that recede up the hill to the rear. It is heavily wooded and the big rocks are covered with moss and fern. I took a lawn chair to the project so I could sit on the second floor and look at the rocks in the late afternoon and early morning light. After the first roof rafters went up on Friday, I was awed by the shapes of the spaces, and began to consider changing the interior design so that all of those spaces could be exposed and experienced by people inside the home. I had planned for the foyer ceiling to be twenty feet high, but now I'm thinking about letting it rise to thirty feet and opening it to all the angles and shapes of the intersecting rooflines. Hopefully there'll be someone who will find such spaces as exciting as I do. Ha ha. If not, Carol and I will have to live there and neither one of us will want to clean it. LOL. I play with the spaces and Carol plays with the colors, textures, finishes, and fixtures. Maybe it will all work out. Who knows? Carol said, "This is crazy (to be building such a big spec home in a dead housing market), but we really had no choice, did we?" Ha ha. So, Carol and I went to dinner in a local restaurant Friday night. I was telling her that it had been a very emotional week for me. I call it "existential pathos" because I don;t know what else to call it. Maybe I'm just getting old and the poignancy of life and the beauty gets to be too much. So, I'm telling her about an experience that happened more than thirty years ago that was the first time I remember being overcome with existential pathos. I had gone to a doughnut shop with some friends. While we were eating doughnuts and drinking coffee, we noticed an older strange-looking couple come into the shop. They looked poor and somehow....off, as if both of them were mentally challenged to some extent. The woman was wearing clothes that were tattered and worn. I don't remember what they ordered or ate, but the man seemed to take a long time counting out the change to pay for their food. They left, and the woman walked by the front window carrying an old bag. I remember that she looked tired, or resigned, or maybe just vacant. It was somehow haunting. My friends and I stayed for at least another forty-five minutes or more and then we split up and went our separate ways. I started driving toward a project several miles away. About two miles from the coffee shop I suddenly saw the man and woman from the coffee shop in front of me walking single file along the right shoulder of the highway. The woman was trailing the man by about twenty yards and lugging the bag, which appeared heavy. They were in the middle of nowhere. I thought, "My god, who are they, and where are they going?" I stopped and offered them a ride. They seemed very appreciative, but when they climbed inside my truck, I could see that the woman's shoes were completely worn out. I asked them where they were going and the man said, "This direction (pointing straight ahead), maybe Nashville (which was seventy miles away)." Instantly I could see that they were clueless, helpless, hopeless, innocent, and fundamentally disconnected--humans that had somehow fallen through all of the social safety nets and probably only had themselves to lean on or be with. It was like the last scene in the movie "Midnight Cowboy" with Dustin Hoffman and Jon Voigt--two tragic characters alone except for each other. My heart just broke in two. I took them to the next small town in the direction they were going, twenty miles out of my way, and gave them all of the money I had with me, maybe thirty dollars. They were sweet, like children, and thanked me with a look of surprise and wonderment. They got out of the truck and walked off single file down the shoulder of the highway. I turned my truck around and watched them disappear in the rear-view mirror. I cried all the way back to town. When I got back to the subdivision where we were building some homes, I saw some friends. I stopped and started to tell them about what had happened, but couldn't say anything. I was simply too overcome with the poignancy of the situation to even tell the story. So, I was sitting in the restaurant telling Carol about this, and I became almost as emotional as I had when the experience occurred more than thirty years ago. This led to some other stories (including the self-immolation of the Tunisian man, Enigma's story about rage, various posts on this website, etc) and an attempt to explain what triggers such deep feelings. There were also some more tears. We were drinking wine and alternating between tears and laughter at how strange, humorous, poignant, and fantastic life is. After this had gone on for a while, a woman we vaguely know stopped at our table and said, "You two win the prize. Herb and I (pointing to a man at the bar on the other side of the room) have noticed that you two are always sitting in here laughing and talking up a storm. You have obviously found the solution to a happy life, and you should be proud of yourselves." Carol and I were both horrified at this statement, and Carol said, "Please don't say that. The last person who told us that she had a perfect marriage, and a perfect husband, and a perfect life is now getting a divorce." Carol and I both laughed, and I said to the woman, "Carol means that there's no need to tempt fate." The woman looked at us without understanding what we were talking about and said, "But you've been married a long time, haven't you?" I said, "Yes, more than 35 years, and we still jabber all the time just like when we first met, but to us its a big mystery how this happens to be, and we don't want to take a chance on spoiling it." We laughed again, and then the woman started to say, "Well, you're the cutest OLDER couple we know," but she caught herself at the last moment realizing that the word "older" wasn't going to sound too good. Ha ha. She then explained that she and Herb were both Christians but they couldn't get married (their previous spouses had died several years earlier) because of health insurance costs. She was worried about going to hell because of the sin of living together out of wedlock. Well, it was all Carol and I could do to keep a straight face, but Carol said, "Have you considered a spiritual marriage rather than a legal marriage? Bob is a minister, and he could marry you in the eyes of God." Well, the conversation continued in this vein, and we did our best to convince her that God would fully understand the health insurance issue. She finally left with the request that we join them for dinner some night. After she left, Carol gave me one of her funniest looks and said, "Who could dream this up?" So, today we were driving back home from another city and Carol said, "You know what was so funny about dinner the other night?" I replied, "Which aspect?" LOL. Carol said, "The woman who spoke to us thought we had been laughing all that time. She didn't realize that you and I had been crying most of that time!" Sometimes life is just too funny for words. A wonderful story ZD. Thank you and for being giving to those poor disconnected folks. There are so many like this today. If you don't have a place to stay it's so easy to fall through the safety nets. As for the rock it really sounds like that Rock wanted a place in your spec house. I helped a friend once he was building a house near Ojai, CA. I come from a family of stone masons. One day I get a call from my friend as he was laying out the footer to his house, he loved nature and once I got on the site I saw his dilemma I looked at the plans and right where he had a bedroom was a beautiful Oak tree growing up on the side of a big rock. He looked at me scratching his head on what to do. I knew he did not want to take out that tree and rock. I want back to the plans trying to see what could be done. His bedrooms including the Master were all in the same area. It was not possible to leave both the tree/rock there w/bedrooms. Then I just looked at his plans again but not really thinking just looking and the answer came within seconds. If he would just flip his plans around his great room would be right in the center of the tree/rock. IT work perfectly. The only change would be the entrance to his home would be on the side instead of center front which turned out to be what he wanted after all. When he finished the home he had such a grand great room with a beautiful Oak tree and rock. It's amazing what can happen when you allow it to be. Michael
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Post by mamza on Apr 11, 2011 16:54:23 GMT -5
Well it makes more sense to have gone through the trouble if you'd already dug the place up. You should video tape it the next time you blow something up though, that would be cool to see. Good luck with the escape hatch!
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Post by mamza on Apr 24, 2011 17:34:19 GMT -5
Another beautiful, feel-good day! We had a huge thunderstorm pouring buckets of rain just as I was heading to my mom's place, so I stopped at a local church parking lot and listened to the rain for a good 20 minutes. Things cleared up and I headed out, staring at the sky almost completely covered with stormclouds other than one 'eye-of-the-storm' type pocket with the bluest sky, the whitest thunderheads, and the blazing hot sun.
All along this two-hour drive, the radio had the EXACTLY PERFECT music at EXACTLY the PERFECT moments with the PERFECT lighting, location, and everything! And it just blew me away. There were periods of 15 to 20 minutes of sheer awe followed by, "HOLY SHIT THAT WAS AWESOME."
I cannot stress how absolutely perfect it was. Everything just formed this unique mood--my mood, but also everything's mood. There was just this seemless integration of everything until I almost felt like I was the mood itself. I even tempted to stop on the side of the road and explore random areas that I thought looked particularly great.
Then I got home and sat in a chair outside staring at the sunset with all of the family pets. I'm still tempted to go exploring, but I doubt I will. The computer is on... it'll be a while before I escaped again.
tl;dr - crazy feel-good day. It hit me so hard that I had to share it with someone, and nobody's here, so... HA.
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