Come out of your half-dreamed dream

I decided to talk to the Ally. On Friday I did this in a different way. I recapitulated everything about an Ally using a Gestalt technique. I put the Ally in an empty chair. I even asked the Ally questions. Asked for assistance. Now the Ally was not really in the chair of course. Also it caused me to Recap a Woman who Was professionally trained in gestalt and used this technique on me. She also “regressed” me using gestalt and one of Carlos Castaneda’s stories to boot. I was shocked at the time having read the book. It’s the La Gorda story about the empty belly. She did all of this with everyone in our group. She had come back after two weeks in San Francisco, California getting certified. I am quite sure she had no direct contact with Carlos Castaneda or his companions. In her time Carlos’s books were very popular and used as supplemental reading. They were in the social science section of all major bookstores in those days. I never quizzed her about where she got the story.

Friday evening during darkroom and after a lot of Tendon energy tensegrity which is really happening around here. I had been seeing the purple clouds and walking around in them. I sat down and after doing more tensegrity I saw a small solid circle of pure white light. It was near me projected near the end of the Wall up against the ceiling. It disappeared momentarily and the reappeared at the far wall in the corner where the wall met the ceiling. Then it leaped and hopped ending near me at the end of the wall up above. It paused and it again from back to front and then repeated it all one more time. At the time I also felt the energy in my stomach where I knew beyond doubt this was a sentient being or perhaps. Sentient being “caused”The hopping and leaping which was quite magical to see because there is no way this could have been an artifact created by my eyes. Also the light did not glow outward as the room remained as dark as ever. The light was somehow contained within itself and yet did illuminate the structure of the wall and ceiling which I could see within itself.

Afterward I spontaneously recapitulated a TV show where at the end of the program the host would walk out to dark stage as he walked into view a spotlight would turn on and off as he stepped around. A lighting trick. The Ally was no trick and I recognized the Whitness of the Ally. Later another aspect of the Ally came to me. Something I had not forgotten but did not realize the Ally was a part of that memory.

Afterwards I remembered her greatly. He influence is so valuable and especially how she incorporated that story into her professional career. She took me and others there. She thought of herself as a “permeating enthusiast.”Years ago I wanted to find her and thank for all she’d done. But I was too late. She passed of cancer maybe a year earlier.

Come out of your half-dreamed dream. Into my arms Bonnie Jean. When she came back from Frisco she began the process of holding me and others like a nanny. I went deep back into the emotion magic of my childhood with no thoughts no worries. Beautiful bliss as I knew from my earliest memories. The bliss your mother gave us all; WombEnergy, and the bliss and well being the ROS stole from us.

There’s more but I’ve run out of words….