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On 17/09/2007, at 10:12 AM, J.L. Nash wrote: Dearest Yoda and all other jedi, new or old... Saturday night of the 16th of September 2007 was neither euphoric nor sad, although the emptiness of no class on Sunday, loomed above like a Dementor until my head touched the pillow to sleep, to rest, perchance to dream; but before that time I rang my brother in Scotland, asking if his hallucinations approximated mine... it was irrelevant - he ended up offering me a piece of my own puzzle which although elicited a spontaneous, overwhelming emotional response, was quickly contained for what it was, stored and processed and suddenly there are more keys upon the bunch as I look down - luckily they are made of a metal as yet undiscovered and so weightless. The language of dogs is clearer than it has been for years and my late grandfather sits beside me at every cognitive process.. These, by the way have a new shape... a definite shape ...cognition is no longer desirable (nor is it undesirable), only a quick path to the kitchen where the coffee is stored. We all take what we can from the great text which has fashioned so many of my own responses (Tao Te Ching). Be like water is the bit that stays with me - being like water is the rapport of NLP. Finding my level today. Which pill did I take? Was it blue was it red? Didn't I take it centuries ago anyway? Isn't it just that I got lazy this time around and needed to focus on other parts? Neil says I should have asked to move money up my value set; I now interpret his hallucination as x knowing full well it could be y and then I step over, to get an espresso, knowing that it can't matter because water has its own strength and always sets its own equilibrium. I discovered this morning that I will never need recreational drugs again... I can induce drunkeness or stoned at barely a moment's notice and then have the ability to come out... back into the coffeehouse which now replaces the kitchen as food is a fuel and I have no need to comfort a ghost, an hallucination. What did you learn, was asked of me.... I replied "disassociation" as I slipped into the construct of my own making, where my residual self image has panache and dances Argentinian tango to the sound of Chilean poetry being recited; barely audible above the Portuguese FADO singer in the corner of the room. The scent of perfume and garlic and his body in my nostrils as he holds me closer ... there is security and safety and all the criteria are being met..because there are only ever experiences of my own making. What did any of us learn? What was the promise of NLP? Did it set us free? Or are we still free-falling our way down the rabbit hole? Whether we began our journeys together or have bumped into each other at different stages (the situ is of no relevance or import) let's be useful to each other, enhancing each of our resourceful states.... In my construct, there is a reason that each of us has met.... the spirit is high and whatever the interpretation of digital code, by the crossing of paths - we become part of each other.. somehow.... watch out for the internet space about to be created for us.... coming soon.... Living the life I dream of.... ( "I know Kung Fu" ) Jane Nash