Spaciness

Spaciness heretoday. It beats depression (!) I just wrote a 'spacey' comment to Richard Lawrence Cohen...


"Here's one former British student of yours reading your blog from a time in the spaciness of his lunch hour. He's reading these pixels which pass for ink marks while waiting for his next psychotherapy client to arrive after his lunch.

The depression (this guy I'll call me) can sometimes experience is slightly less today. Last week at a shamanic dreaming workshop we saw this-elf (for just a short refreshing while...) to be Celestial Dragon Circling, flying serenely 'above', grounded down to a Bearbeing(!) If the 'imp'-ortant elf that passes for my SUPER ego were to query the self writing back to Richardhere, then Celestial Dragon can now reply: "How am I Really? Floating along through skyground keyboard, thanks... aware of walking through Gaiamud, yet feeling mysky now."

I think I prefer to be out of that former depressing school I thought you wanted me in.

The 'English CLASS thing' your Progenitors 'raised' me in was just too Muddy - what's more it had no Sky or class...

Thank you and Bless you Richard,

Barry"